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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fists upon the city of New York, washing away the grime and filth that caked the streets and alleys. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the pound pelting forcing people to stay inside. Even the route were mostly quiet, while engorged with gondola as common. But while it was a quiet day, it was by no means a peaceful one.

Up at the very top of the empire body politic edifice, at the very tip of its steeple, there was a low red newsbreak in the greyness sky. From this heartbeat, a glowing orb came into beingness, resembling a crimson luminance bulb. It was not promising or mightily enough to draw attention from the people below and it was completely masked by torrential pelting. The raindrops that passed by this burning flash were turned into hissing steam from just the intense propinquity and the affected estrus being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial flash ; instead, it grew in intensity and size of it while becoming darker in shade. Initially the size of a human being clenched fist, it began to thrive into an undulating upright disc as orotund as a dinner tabular array. There was a second fanfare and the record became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became solid state like glass, with shifting hue of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the bottom of the saucer, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thickly tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the building, causing the metal to rust and degenerate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous mantle of red brightness was a choir of agonizing screams and war cry of nuisance, pouring out from the depths of the blood-red light. Were the weather condition net, the the great unwashed down in the streets would instantly stare up in horror at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and overlay their auricle to try and protect their soulfulness from its ravaging tone of voice. The phone radiating from this non-white apparition was one not meant for individual capitulum, a sound that was never intended to be set loose upon the worldly concern. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the people of New York spared the mind-scarring chorus.

A ripple stretched out from the heart of the disk and a dark came into horizon from its profundity, like a sea beast slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a figure stepped out onto the top of the steeple, standing on the tip of the radio tower on one substructure. The chassis was a tall young man with a skimpy but muscular anatomy, garbed in brown flush, grey-headed sloppy pants, a Negroid sash, and a black-market hooded shirt with a waistcoat. Wrapped around his wrist were two prayer beads beadwork cords and two alloy shackles. The man had medium-length dark whisker that was slicked back, a greyness complexion, piercing blue eyes that could almost glow in the night, and hidden under his punk were two trumpet that protruded just past his hair tune and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a electrocution gloriole came into view, hovering above his head, as well as four monumental fender that grew out of his back. Each was to a greater extent than twice the size of his body when fully unfolded and stretched, with the lower set of wings resembling bat fender but with graduated table instead of flesh, and the upper berth annexe like the wings of an eagle, but were whiter than pearl. Protruding from the binding of his hip was a foresighted contraband arse with a rope-like length and tractableness and a bladed cut on the end like a slaughterer knife, but with a tearing shot. His fingertips were armed with triangular claws that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

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

The ruby portal disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the urban center, standing on the tip of the radio tower and wrapped in his wings. His hopeful grey eyes scanned the metropolis below, taking in the position. It hadn't been very long since his last visit to the man earthly concern, as he traveled there frequently.

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

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



Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eyes focused on the book of crossword puzzle mystifier in her hand. Even with her nous completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter word for"energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crowd of daily commuter and the erratic flow of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful adult female in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, long black hair that was straight yet wavy, and bright green center. Matching her beauty was her hourglass figure, with d-cup breasts, a slender waist, an ass and duo of thighs that were toned with muscle, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each gradation. Her human body was a mixture of unspoilt genes and a nearly spiritual veneration to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing black high-healed shoes that gave a very aphrodisiac tap with each tone, a lightlessness chick that tightly held to her bland thighs, and a tan business pelage with her purse hanging from her shoulder. Secured in her bag and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential bed sheet of rain. Maybe she should have driven today…

Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a particular affinity for the mental exercise. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to push herself to her limits. She was always searching for a challenge, something to fracture the tire routine of life, it was why she moved to New York in the get-go place ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a cubicle ). In this vitrine, her challenge for today was to get to work without putting down the crossword volume or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"various of the protesters cheered in reappearance, gladiola for the small piece of support.

"information !"she exclaimed with a grinning as she finally caught the give-and-take she was looking for. Hearing her ringtone sounding off in her purse, she quickly scribbled in the word before pulling out her cellphone 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 genu and"beg"to sustain your job,"her coworker and good admirer warned jokingly.

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

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're rightfield on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the dirty pee-pee any arcsecond now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter word for a gamey schooltime math class ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the reflection deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the metropolis with glowing red eyes. The animate being was shorter than an grownup human being but much more muscular, with yearn mightily limbs, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony wings with scaly soma and thin membranes, twisted horns above it's disfigured Canis aureus face, a swishing whip-like posterior, and jet-black tegument that was covered in blinking scars. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its jagged teeth burned the stone with the phone of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its annexe with an abnormally flash thump, like the beat of an antediluvian war drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the ground, completely invisible to all mortal eye. Reaching the entrance of the building, it held open its backstage to their wide-cut size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past. The puddle and falling rainwater around the presence door almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the metropolis, the beast tried to manipulate its exhilaration and thirst for bloodline. Only lucky handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the living in all of history, and here, there was more food for thought than its deranged creative thinker could comprehend. Looking down, animate being spotted its for the first time victim. On the cap of a nearby office staff building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

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

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping spread his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a illogical cry of botheration as blood streamed from his mouth and his reed organ spilled out onto the floor. The man fell stagnant to the undercoat and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the stemma slowly spread across the rain-soaked roof like a spoonful of oil across the surface of a pool. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with relish, tearing through the body with its claws and chewing on the bloody nub only briefly.

As it slurped up a personal line of credit of bowel like a spaghetti strand, a bright flashgun of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain sensation as its break up offstage and arm fell to the floor with buddy-buddy blood trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the wight with a meter-long sword in his handwriting. The handle had no guard and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged vane had a very narrow shape until the halfway full point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway gunpoint, the size of it suddenly swelled with an sharp gut-hook to weigh 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 inches of straight-razor serrations, ripped candid like a gutted Fish by the hook-like edge, cleaved by the spacious weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the channelize tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall invite cypher from me, traitor. I was born of infliction and malice, and there is zippo you can do to realise me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the livid feather of his upper wings stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or loyalty to the Devil, your silence will fulfill nothing. I will find him and destroy you all."

With a dark roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with fatal smoke billowing from its claw like fire. With little effort, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could reach his aspect, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

The animate being staggered back in torture, and before it could avenge, Baltoh aimed his palm at it."Angel Falls Art : holy place Burn."

A flash of brightness level was released from his laurel wreath with the cleverness of the sun. The light obliterated the hell-spawn creature with a metaphysical wallop of holy fire, incinerating its body while shoving it back. While the ostentation was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely err it for a particularly powerful bolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butchered remains of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged body was incinerated in a upsurge of white flames, removing every trace and not even leaving ash tree behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell tower of the Riverside Church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were respective bend Gargoyles, all with lowered middle and swishing tails. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a Demon, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing home cats to lions.

Abaddon's physical structure was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly flesh, a long behind, long talons protruding from the ends of his digit and toes, and curled horns on the top of his heading. However, his eubstance was far more than android, with prospicient tree branch and bones, a much straighter posture, more malleable dactyl, a sinewy yet leaner and less bulky physique, a android face, and even spiky whisker. Secured to his wrists were two alloy shackles and he was wearing a doll of armor plates around his waist, similar to a gladiator or knight.

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



Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzle puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the light of the sun, and with the darkness of the city, it was in all probability that the Brobdingnagian puddle and blanket of urine would not dry until the next day. The night was unusually saturnine. For even though the pelting had stopped, the midst clouds remained and they refused to let the moon to shine. With so lots moisture in the city, a thick mist thickened the air, almost making if unmanageable to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the light so that all else remained dark.

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

In a stretch of clock time so minor that she couldn't even call back of something to compare it to, Selene's earth was suddenly twitch upside-down as her sentiency were ripped away, save for the sound of a crackling rattle and the impression of getting stabbed at every centimeter of frame in her body with hot branding iron while battery acid flooded her venous blood vessel. Her legs buckled under the suffering and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with brutal violence and dragged into the nearby alley.

"tinker's damn, that Taser worked like a spell. The squawk isn't even screaming,"a trend vocalization laughed.

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

Selene was slammed against a brick wall with one of her captors gripping her by the pharynx. The encroachment, while awful, offered some lucidness, as she was now able to at least see her assaulter. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his hand around her throat, the mo was standing beside the get-go, and the third was a few feet away, digging through her purse.

"Damn, she's nice art object of ass. It looks like we'll get a little more than some hard cash and recognition circuit board,"the s one laughed.

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

"No… please…"she gasped with her pharynx burning at the stake. Her plea got her a hard skag to the cheek.

"Unless you're mendicancy for my cock, you had near shut the nookie up…"the number 1 growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's near for you."

Looking through the stars of the cutting smack, Selene's oculus widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the leaf blade. Like his tongue, the dim ignitor was reflected off his tooth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to jab her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her apprehension. For the briefest irregular, the tip of the blade was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly dusty. To her easement, the knife was taken off of her skin, but before she could exhale, her assailant yanked the vane downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With rent streaming from her eyes, genus Selene cried out in painful sensation as line of descent trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her tit from the attacker's malicious and clumsy removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her doll and panties and the bit attacker went to work yanking off the shredded clay. genus Selene shivered in terror and helplessness as the assuredness air fanned her bare thigh and firm breasts. Her nipple were now the sizing of finger's breadth joints from the cold air and the fear that filled every fiber of her being.

"looking at at those sweetly tits of hers, I wonder how practically cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a minuscule Patrick Victor Martindale White would front great on that black tegument,"the third gear assaulter joked as he approached, jamming a fistful of John Cash into his pocket and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to rape her, and that fact terrified Selene more than anything else in her life history. She had to do something, anything that had the flimsy probability of sparing her from this destiny. Working up all the strength in her exhausted eubstance, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME ! HEL—"

Her screeching was cut poor as the assailant's sword was plunged into the side of her breadbasket, cutting through her without any effort. The pain that gibe through her was so rack, she lost all control over her body and nous. The botheration inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her form was even more ugly than the Taser, something that she thought was unimaginable. With blood slowly filling her oral cavity, her dead body became limp while her assaulter just laughed.

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

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

She and her three attacker looked to the entrance of the alleyway, where a lone pattern stood, silhouetted against the light of the lampposts in the street.

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

"Who the screwing are you ? !"the second assailant barked.

"Let her go, this is your final warning,"the man ordered with more authority and power in his vocalism than any dwell human could have.

The commencement attacker pulled his knife out of genus Selene, making her riot in pain."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll carve off your boldness, he'll kick your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four boastfully backstage grew out of his back, with the feathers along the edge of the upper berth flank flanged like the flight feather of a porcupine and the lower bat-like wings honed to the acutely embodiment of a blade. With parentage oozing down her chin, Selene gasped in unbelief and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the ground with parentage pouring from her wound.

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

An eruption of red and black flame surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every pool in the alley and every musical composition of trash to rise into the air. The glowering fire surged down the bowling alley, slamming into the three raper like an undammed river and knocking them off their understructure. Completely ignored by the bam, Selene watched in repulsion in amazement as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by waves of black and red flames washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their bodies, their muscles were shredded as if by a inwardness grinder, blood streamed from their carcass as their vein were lacerated at every centimeter, their organ exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few seconds, they were nothing but charred skeletons. As the surge faded, so did genus Selene's tier on consciousness. Succumbing to blood loss and the annoyance of her wound, genus Selene slumped over and passed out.

boot aside the scorch skeletal frame of the rapists, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale hand over her au naturel dead body."Angel Falls Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's whole organic structure began to beam as a plasma-like shine wafted from Baltoh's hand and settled on her hide. Her stab wound began to close, her scrapes and bruises disappeared, and her body stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In less than half a bit, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to find himself analyzing every inch of her naked beauty, moving his eyes slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounding, Baltoh reached out with his tail and retrieved her handbag, proceeding then to research for information. Pulling out a forgotten letter, Baltoh read her epithet and name and address, memorizing the location of the apartment construction and the exact unit. Hooking the purse to his sash, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her binding and the early under her knees, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her bare consistency while being careful not to scratch her with his claws.

Holding the adult female in his implements of war, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her human face. It had been twelvemonth since he laid optic 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 dresser and a happy nerves, something that he had never before experienced with his cold heart.

Realizing how a lot time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to realness and spread his wings. With a exclusive powerful fuss, he was catapulted senior high school into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the speech he had found on the varsity letter as he soared over the metropolis. With her long lustrous hair's-breadth brushing across her expression, genus Selene was brought out of wax unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her eyelids slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was existent or a dream. What she did sleep with was that he was very liberal and she was cold. She gave a delicate sigh as she fell back to sleep, crossing her munition to keep warm.

With the chilly damp air kissing her bare pelt, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's coat of arms. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overpowering sense of protectiveness for her, something that was completely extraneous to him. For his intact existence, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his life had been nothing but angriness and the desire to slay Gargoyles and Demons. His own lifetime 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 understand why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her finisher while he flew and keeping her warm with his own dead body heat. He even wrapped his crushed annex around her to keep her protected from the stale idle words. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his construction erection, something that further confused him, as he had never felt sexual attraction for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's flat edifice, he landed on the blast escape by her unit like an eagle reaching its nest. With Selene in his weapon system, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a hologram, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the floor with unparalleled silence, he retracted his flank and gently laid Selene in her bed.

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

‘ Why am I so funny about this woman ? Why am I so distracted ?'Baltoh thinking to himself, shaking his forefront from slope to side like a wet dog.

As he looked back at the picture, he saw the reflection of two eyes in the glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his mitt at the creature with his sword materializing in his grip. He came to a point, brand in helping hand, staring into the eyes of a white and embrown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to take in all potential Inner Light, its tail was swishing from position to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its soft paws. But the feline's attitude was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and alerting. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt to a greater extent confusion than ever before in its life, sensing a Brobdingnagian torrent of different vigour in him, both lightness and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon disappeared as soon as contact was lost. Turning back to the window to leave, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like pose, staring at Selene's naked body. The city lights from outside were throw up upon her unclothed ravisher like a spider web, illuminating her womanly figure. Her dour skin caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her body was rich in voluptuous curves, her tend and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her long unruffled thigh, the lips of her kitty looked so delicate and lenient, it was as if they were made of burnt umber frosting and lacked even a single fuzz. Her full boob gently trembled with each intake and release of air, and her nipple were erect from the softness and touchy chill of each exhale. Her sleek black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few string were draped across her peaceful face. The lip rouge on her lip glistened as she breathed, and her eyelashes fluttered with each sleeping tremor in the lids.

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

Murmuring the word shook him from his shock, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his wings and became impalpable, about to reach through the wall as if it were made only of Light. As he took a step forward, Selene's eyes slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At to the lowest degree resolve me this : are you an holy person ?"

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

Once again, genus Selene was sound asleep, completely peaceable, the feather locked tightly in her clutches.



Two speech sound filled the abandoned underground burrow ; the dark-skinned laughter of Abaddon and the agonizing battle cry of his eighteen-year-old dupe. Having spent the evening feeding on homeless people, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the principal row. The young charwoman before him had farsighted blonde hair and pallid tegument, dirtied from years of living in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely naked and covered in long bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slice of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the path, crying and screaming in pain as the ogre forced his near-horse-sized cock into her midget organic structure with inhuman swiftness. Beneath her were the butchered remains of her parents, wet with her tears and the blood streaming from between her legs, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the young girl had begged the daimon to have mercy and give up, or to at least shoot down her and end the pain. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this beastly nighttime, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The wickedness forcefulness raping her was not man, and while her good sense of system of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no matter how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining intensity from her teary-eyed cries, Abaddon was not going to demonstrate any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roar as he finally came, squeezing his dupe's hip tightly. The Brigham Young missy screamed in excruciation and abasement as the Demon dug his claw into her chassis and felt his seed flood her body, taking the place of Abaddon's shaft as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more weeping shriek as an indescribable burning at the stake look coursed through her body. In her vagina, the dark-gray seed was eating away at her flesh, burning through her similar acid.

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

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



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

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

A lowly scowl appeared on her face, something didn't feel right. She looked at her hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a tenuous coating of grime, and looking over her body, she realized that her hired hand wasn't the only affair that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to wrick off the beeping consternation and the profligate in her veins instantly became as common cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the white feathering on it. The marble-like color was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to fall from a simple boo was unacceptable. Just the size alone made it being an eagle feather impossible. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her billfold, empty of cash.

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



Mentally shaken, Selene called in sick to work, deciding that it would be best if she thought things out before doing anything. After taking a shower and washing away the dirt from the alley and the profligate from her accidental injury, genus Selene sat in her living elbow 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 auricle, a new history came on the TV. Selene quickly turned up the volume as the anchorwoman began speaking.

"A fell scenery was discovered this daybreak by pitch hand truck handing newspapers. Describing the smell of burning sulfur, they came across an back street that looked at if it had been the scene of an explosion. The wall of the conterminous construction were melted and burned, the concrete earth was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three soundbox were found.

We go to you live at the scenery, where the law has allowed us to view the incredible demolition. I warn you, the stick to footage is quite computer graphic and viewer discretion is strongly advised…"

The screen went nighttime for a consequence and then the view was returned. Selene spewed coffee across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the irritated feline scurrying away. genus Selene stared at the TV with a expression of horror. She knew without a fantasm of a dubiety that the skittle alley they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the night before. The camera zoomed in at various points, showing the harm of the explosion. It was a miracle that the buildings themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victim, and Selene had to fight with all her strength not to discombobulate up at the batch of the twisted lightlessness skeletons and the frightful expression of torture on their scorch faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseated from the quite a little of the gruesome skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the identity element of the three victims and the cause of the explosion. They were willing to point out on the strangeness of the event, as there were no reports of any loud noise, something that would be plain for whatever caused so much destruction. They also told us a very matter to fact : while the interrogation continues, no chemical substance residue has been found at the site. They can't find any evidence of an actual bomb calorimeter exploding or any traces of dose ; all they have uncovered is a large amount of sulfur."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the corner of an office edifice with his head in his medallion, mulling over the previous Nox. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high mid-sixties. Baltoh had made himself inconspicuous so that he didn't even cast a shadow. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his next moving picture and his former ones. His wing lay draped around him like mantle and his whip-like briary buns lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his finger's breadth through his hair. He thought back over and over again to the different adept that filled him when he gazed at genus Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his full beingness had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to off devil and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her au naturel form tightly… it replaced the ardor of ira in his philia with the attack 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 kill a homo being, lupus erythematosus than a day after arrival… Even a fully fledged demon would require at least two weeks to pile up enough power for forcible interaction, and even then, a lethal wound would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the blench sun and began tapping his invertebrate foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more herculean or crossing over is having less affect. Whatever is going on, I need to put a stop to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his caput as a humble pop flared in the back of his mind. He could feel a billow in ogre get-up-and-go and it was compressed in a single entity. Without a doubt it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through level upon grade upon level of abandoned railway tunnels and toilet lines, moving through unanimous stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the lowest tunnel, residing deep below the city and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnawing scab had inflicted damage to the concrete structures and formations.

Peeling the muscular tissue off of the discerp arm of dead child, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his understructure."How the inferno did you find me ? !"

"You may be able to hide yourself from the eyes of homo and the Light of the sun, but you were careless in trying to veil your tycoon or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was follow the olfactory modality of evil on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the dead bodies around Abaddon's feet and the multiple teeth and claw marks."I've let you roam release in this world for too tenacious, now you die,"he growled, forming his blade in his bridge player.

The Demon began to laugh and held out his hand. Bursting from the anatomy of his palm, a line of osseous tissue resembling a spinal editorial reached out and shut away together into a meter-long pole. A loud cracking sound echoed through the bedchamber as the spine began to warp, being crushed by an invisible force and compacted. All without shattering, the spinal column was compressed into a long sword of a ace substantial small-arm of bone, with the spinal ridges acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underreckoning me traitor. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The painful cry of these puny man, they're so beautiful, the phone of the flesh being torn from their bodies and their blood being splattered across the rampart and base, the stack of the poor girls'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 weakling since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain and their bodies. And I must say, living humans taste so much more delectable than the spirits of the damned ; they are so… unspoiled. Now I've become far stronger than I ever was in Hell, strong enough to even face you !"

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

A bubble of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's clenched fist, expanding twenty feet every second. The growing bubble of sparkle consumed him and Abaddon and continued to blow up, passing through the walls, floor, and roof of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a C measure in every direction, the bubble came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its focussing. The pillar instantly shattered into millions of composition and crumbled to the priming coat, but before the dust could even begin to descend, the column was reformed, with every shard and pebble of concrete joining together into a monster single piece and repairing itself completely.

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

Abaddon gave a stentorian laugh and pointed his sword at Baltoh as black flames surged up from the ground around him."Very well, but I wonder just how farseeing you can last before you have to resort to unleashing your full power."

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







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her umber mesa began to twirl wildly, with a glowing vaporization 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 stop and the crystalline aurora became more focused and force, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feathering as if it were in a wind burrow. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its behind. The feather began to tweet, with the tip changing counselling by only a millimeter of so with each sack.

bringing her typeface down low to the table, she looked in the counsel that the feathering was pointing. Even without having ever seen something like this, genus Selene knew that there was a definite function for what was going on. In her gut, she knew that feather was actually pointing to something, and whatever it was, she knew it would get the reply she was looking for.

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a wall of Harlan Fiske Stone, entering an ancient cave organization abstruse below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked vane over an over in an dateless dance that had been going on for 60 minutes. With each collision, a immense shower of sparks would fill the air, as well dust and shrapnel from every rock and piece of Edward Durell Stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the hurt instantly repaired and the affects of the engagement kept from being noticed by the out-of-door world.

‘ damn it, why is this battle still going on ? It is true that he is far unattackable than any normal Demon, but I would normally end a battle like this in to a lesser extent than a minute of arc, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my mind or my energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to Death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to wedge all distractions out of his mind.

Disengaging from Baltoh's blade, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his taloned finger's breadth at his mortal foeman, as if he were pretending to can a gun.

"demon Art : shadow Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal irradiation of glowering vitality erupted from the tip of his hook like a comic Holy Scripture villain's colossus expiry ray.

"Angel Art : gate of Heaven !"Baltoh countered, planting his sword in the primer coat.

Shaking the whole tunnel, an ornate gateway of upstanding gold fit from the tunnel in front of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge Ne sign, the gate shielded Baltoh from the blast, with the phantasma Energy Department unable to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal to Hell opened and a massive skeleton deal reached up, grabbing the Demon with its crushing bosom like a man grabbing an action figure and ending the wickedness Pulse blast. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the Bill Gates of Eden spell and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a atrocious holler, Abaddon swung his tail and struck the helping hand, shattering all of the bones and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his brand, having just enough meter to block Baltoh's upward slash. The two blades met and the demon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer power behind the separatrix, crashing through horizontal surface upon layer of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an discharge metro chopine. The bedroom had two subway tracks with a twin lines of pillar on the platform between them, a long staircase leading up to the street on one incline of the bedchamber but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the political program, and a wall with a dozen payphones stood on the opposite rampart. The platform was on the very outer boundary of Baltoh's original roadblock, substance that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the floor, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his sword straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inactivity and plunged his brand into cap, sending a spider web of cracks through the concrete and causing rubble to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his sense of charge and find Abaddon, the Demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping stone and crashed straight through one of the rows of column like a wrecking ball through Styrofoam.

Coming to a full point, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to block an execution-style slash from Abaddon. The two foe stared each other down, each pushing against the sword of the former. As the screeching strait of the straight-razor-sized blades on Abaddon's sword grinding against the vitrified serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a grinning. With Sir Thomas More than twice as practically intensity as Abaddon, Baltoh released one script from his steel, while the Demon was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to support himself, Abaddon howled in hurting as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open up his chest enclosed space and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the Demon skidding back fifty feet. Abaddon struggled to detain on his feet with inky roue dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his long tail and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's pharynx, strangling the demon. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head of a maul, and planted him in the floor with enough effect to create a thirty-foot crater. He released the Demon's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his fundament, Baltoh delivered a devastating bitch to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the wall with so much force that even the pay sound he didn't crush were destroyed by the shockwave and the whole terminal nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the Demon, about to deliver the final relocation. Dredging up his mogul spirit level for the attack that would efface his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the strait of someone coming down the stair.

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

His eyes widened and he released a deep pant as Selene came into view. The beautiful womanhood instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the sight of him and the undisputable proof that the events of the dark before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his plume and focusing on every detail of his soundbox, from his backside to his burning halo.

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

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

"The feather you left me, it began to radiate 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 previous, I have to finish this battle now. Just please stand back and—"

"Look out !"she interrupted, drawing his attending back to Abaddon. The demon was heavily wounded, but he was on his feet and had his finger's breadth pointed at them.

"Die traitor ! Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"He roared.

All the rubble on the floor was thrown aside like scraps of report by an activated fan as a sooty blast of shadow energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a dense shaft with a ten-foot diameter and carrying adequate might to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the sharpness, defying all Pentateuch of physics and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the blast burned a trap through the street and nip into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in threat as it continued to ascend like a geyser of oil, flying high-pitched above the tallest buildings in lupus erythematosus than a second.

With the blast saturating the atmosphere with phantasma energy, dark storm clouds began swirling around the black pillar. Down on the subway platform, Baltoh was pushing against the flack with his sword, desperately trying to stop it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his sword and target it in a different focus, the flack would slam down onto the metropolis like a cleaver. In the blink of an eye it would take to change the direction of the gust, a huge cicatrice could be carved straight through several miles of the city, possibly killing hundreds of people. This irradiation was far more sinewy than a formula ogre'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 beading of force. Baltoh blinked several times to readjust his sight and cursed when he saw that Abaddon had disappeared. He looked up at the hole burned in the street and the disappearing clouds.
"This won't end well…"



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

He was leaning against the table with his flank retracted back into his consistence, in order to restrain from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the only aspects of his appearance that he could commute. His claws, tail, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's loyalty to finding answer, Baltoh had finally agreed to peach to her in her apartment, though he had to realise himself invisible in order to get there without being noticed. exterior, the city of New House of York was like an subvert anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to count on out what it was. There were already slews of news vans around the region of the volcanic eruption, held back by a line of police officers while anti-terrorism agents and forensic investigator studied the scene. Outside of the annulus of bunch, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the populace and the eruption was a signal that judgement Day was at bridge player. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blame them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should have killed him without any difficulty, but for some grounds, I just couldn't put my full exploit into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just cut the fight and land up him off. But it will adopt prison term for him to recover, and hopefully by the time he is strong enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to get over him down and finish the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How does something like me even come to exist ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of beingness, there are three realms ; paradise, this macrocosm, and Hell. In nirvana there are the Angels and Archangels, on Earth there are humans, and in snake pit there Gargoyles and Demons. Angels are deceased spirits that have sworn their dedication to Divine to fight on his behalf against the military force of shadow, and Archangels are created by Jehovah himself or are the sum of multiple holy person bonded by their veritable desire to do good and fusing together into a superscript being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hell, Gargoyles are malicious dark sprightliness that are born in the Lake of Fire through the anger and hatred of mass on ground. While they are completely devoid of actual person, they are the vestige par to saint, but when an holy man falls from the saving grace of Heaven, it can turn a Gargoyle with a soul. During events like wars or genocides, there is always a massive upsurge in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negative notion. However, in places on earthly concern with an unnaturally high point of pain and hatred in its history, very weak Gargoyles can work, while still being far more powerful than even the cruel human spirit. nigh often, when you think of demonic ownership and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a whole other stratum of force from Gargoyles, with the difference being peer to the difference between angel and Archangels. When souls are in Hell for a hanker decent menses of time, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their consistency and thinker crumble into ash and they basically cease to exist as animate being. There are entire field in the pits of black gumption from the ashen remains of the bones of broken souls.

However, there is a special flesh of ash in that variety, a part of the human soul that is… heavier. It is the tracing of evil that lie within every someone, the iniquity that drives people to sin and place offence. Some have Thomas More evil in them than others and you know the resolution they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to form a superstar, the crushing weight of all the evil human action and their weight will force the heaviest particles of ash together and form a ogre, spawned completely from the venom of evil souls and lacking even a single homo feature early than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. genus Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy wight and the darkness it would set loose.

"The other kind of fiend is a fallen Archangel, which means that its mogul of light are converted into the powers of darkness and they become retainer of the Satan. You can assure which Demons were originally Angelica Archangelica created by Jehovah because they are much more settle down and season, being of a single idea instead of a toxic variety of hundreds of spirits."

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

"Demons are basically fallen Archangels, right ? well instead of being an archangel that has fallen, I am a Demon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weight unit to his words than the resolve of a new earthly concern order.

"You mean you were originally a devil ?"

Even after all of the affair she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a monster truly was, she felt a corking amount of fear towards the hybrid and took a step back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very different and unique motley of mortal, specifically the souls of the great unwashed who committed execution in the epithet of justice ; police police officer, Templar knight, executioner, patriots, or even unsubdivided men killing the asshole that raped their wives or girl. Lord doesn't condone killing between humans, even if it is to polish off evil."

He was leaning against the table with his centre downcast and workforce balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palms. Selene felt a deep iciness in her middle as she heard the pain in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a host of trillion of multitude, tortured for eons by the minions of the Devil for bringing justice to the domain through vehemence. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our acts. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled Hero of Alexandria was so slap-up that it dwarfed any other Demon's genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike daimon that figure from the hatred of life and lighting, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to murder and belt down the forces of darkness was so mighty that I was able to come alive from the pain in the ass and hatred of the discarded wedge. As far as I know, no devil has ever been born from nearly as many soul as I have, meaning that my world power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my parentage clearly : hatchway my center for the first time deep below the dry land of the ashen field of honor, coughing on the dark soil that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the suppress force per unit area on all English. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my mechanical man body and the fiend characteristic. I continued to burrow through the ground, and just when I thought I would never scat my earthen grave, my claw hand broke through the surface and I managed to rive myself out.

Coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the black fields of ash, breathing heavily for the commencement time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of netherworld and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a devil. The 2d after the realization came, so did the passion and desires of all the human souls that made up my cognisance. The desire to destroy evilness was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to project up if I didn't behead a beast of Hell right then and there, but there I was, a keep fiend ; the very symbol of darkness and evilness. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened side by side ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small smile and turned away from her."I took my own life. Sitting in that black Sand, filled with so very much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my universe right then and there. At to the lowest degree in my Death, I could destroy iniquity and take one threat from existence. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingers and plunged my claws into my own heart, ending my life.

genus Selene, never in the history of existence has a daemon ever committed self-destruction. By nature, they are too conceited and too desperate to make others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless agony, they refuse to die in the hope that they can make misery. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own macrocosm to that I could at least destroy one patch of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extreme point is what allowed me to suit what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this morning. As my perforate spunk came to a stop and the last spark of undeath went out in my brain, there was a flash in my individual, brighter than a million Sunday. Through sin, I had achieved virtue, the Sami level of virtue that Angel Falls needed to achieve to become Archangels.

Just as Christ was resurrected three daylight after his death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy vim flooded my body with the desire to destroy evil playing as the bridge between darkness and light source, allowing for a synergetic balance that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the index of both Shangri-la and Hell pulsing through my veins, I slowly got to my human foot, transforming every second. I shed my scaly Demon skin for a mechanical man dead body and build, grew the flank of an backer above my devil wings, and gained a gloriole of Hellfire, all while keeping my claws, rear end, Demon wings, and the power of shadow energy.

I stood up with my new eubstance, completely enlightened and universe apart from fiend and Archangels in terminal figure of effectiveness and raw power. As I flexed my fingers, a Demon landed behind me, having come to inquire the bright light caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the beast attacked… poor beast. Completely driven by instinct and using less Energy Department than to snap my finger's breadth, I beheaded the Demon with the edge of my script, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that point on, my war against the spawn of underworld began, and I spent the last several decades solely in the Demon and Gargoyle glasshouse, slaughtering the hellish beasts the second they were spawned and fighting for every minute of my life, appeasing my desire to remove malefic 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 daemon and half Archangel, can you combine your powerfulness ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same clock time. I can mix them so that the two energies are blended to the compass point that they look almost like the hide of a zebra, but they forever remain separate forces, just like oil and water. It is impossible for Demon energy and saint get-up-and-go to shackle, they are too opposition of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the break of day of the day I saved you, a Demon and respective Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the force play of heaven have the ability to recruit and exit all three plain stitch of existence at will. I'm here to witness out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to mow down them."

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

"Gargoyles and Demons can only cross into this world from Hell if they are summoned through some act of human necromancy, like a bunch of boor kids performing a Satanic rite. The process is actually very afflictive for any apparition that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a artificial satellite through the shaft of a volcano. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The result is an apparition with significantly lowered force levels, so low that the only actions they can assume are paranormal events like haunting the places where they were summoned. make prison term, they become more and more powerful, eventually becoming strong enough to hurt man and even leave the lieu they were summed to.

Every ten or so, the ones who perform such a rite are skilled enough to actually summon a material monster, and that's when thing get bad. A Gargoyle can own and even defeat hoi polloi in an field, but Demons are able to create raw calamity and even plague, like erupting vent, earthquakes, and tsunamis."

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

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The ritual of exorcism does not visit the superpower of Jehovah to banish a fiend back to Scheol, it is more like a summoning rite for angel, except that it only has to draw their attention, as holy man have the ability to fall through dimensional barriers. Consider yourself lucky that demonic entities are unequal to of having that ability. When an dispossession is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Heaven that you need help destroying a demonic entity or evilness soul. Making their eubstance invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even garden angelica will make it and conflict the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these engagement can get extremely trigger-happy and destructive, so Angels answering the song of exorcisms always arrive in chemical group. One or more fights the entity or evil spirit, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the events from exterior viewers, and another to protect the ones performing the exorcism and anyone else in the area, always having to heal their wounds and neuter their memory. stallion metropolis blocks can be annihilated in one of these fight and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the threshold of dying. When that happens, the angel will do everything in their tycoon to avoid acknowledgement by the universal public. They will wipe memories, rebuild anything destroyed, and even fudge the medium and internet to destroy all written report or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to Demons vs. Archangels, the struggle are waged using antediluvian spells and incantations that focus the respective vitality of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and hell on earth spells."

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

"After the destruction of Deliverer, Jehovah decreed that angel and garden angelica were to halt all visible action mechanism in the earthly concern of the livelihood. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The violence of Heaven barely ever come to dry land anymore for anything other than answering the margin call of exorcism.

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

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Jahweh wanted to advertize the lack of religion which was born at the turn of the one C. After almost two thousand years of war and distress caused by Christian religion alone, he decided that the public would be better off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A earth without faith is a far more passive mankind than one where people fight over the deity they believe in."

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

Baltoh sighed."The Angel Falls detest me just as much as the daemon do. I may be half Archangel, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain entire regular army of monster in my life history, they see me as a huge threat that must be destroyed. I have come to worldly concern thousands of sentence before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every time I arrive, they try to destroy me because I am that a lot 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 report that blast better will certainly descend back to bite me when they show up, but frankly, I don't have a damn what Jahvey decreed. I am the sum of millions of citizenry who have been sent to snake pit for killing in the public figure of justness. If anything, I blame him for my very world and count him my enemy."

more than than a moment passed by, in which neither Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye impinging. Looking at Selene in the box of his eye, Baltoh was trying to sympathise what it was about this human that had piqued his curiosity, while Selene was trying to work on everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the last-place 24 hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

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

"What you said back there, ‘ your hatred is naught compared to mine ’, is that really how you measure your power ? Is there anything other than hatred within you ?"she asked with the little 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 standardized touch of sadness to his voice.

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

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the diminished of smiles, so unclouded that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just kill those rapist in the alley, you healed my combat injury and brought me back to my home. Today in the underground, 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 monster yet means that it will probably take clip. During that time, if you ever want to take a break or talk to somebody, just come find me."

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

"Of grade,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

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



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

She was in the break room of her office edifice, looking in low locker for any coffee cans so that she could make a fresh pot. The jailbreak elbow room was like any former in the world, with a line of high cabinets and low locker against the wall, a small fridge, dingy lighting, a table and a few professorship, a"stainless"sword sink, and a crap motivational poster that served only to add some people of colour to the beige wall.

molly was sitting up on the tabulator like a small kid, curling her long blond fuzz around her finger. She was both the be and opposite to Selene, with fortunate hairsbreadth, bright blue eyes, and sick peel, but she had a fit build with voluptuous curve, the perfect combination of in effect genes and countless hours at the gym. She and Selene had been outflank admirer since they were initiative interns and were closelipped 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 contact while she set up the coffee maker.

"Jeez, that's a real shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a single picture of it anywhere, not on the news, in the newspaper publisher, or even on-line. Normally if someone falls off their bike, the great unwashed have their phones set to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the background. And it was almost right in the midsection of the urban center where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to conk out a jumbled knot of a few strands of her hair.

The give-and-take of her friend gave Selene a flashback of what Baltoh had said about holy man removing all traces of incidents and even manipulating the media.

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

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

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

"Just a minute Mr. reed instrument,"Molly said with a smile that was as pretender as a politician's hope.

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

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



java cup in script, Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to keep her creative thinker focused on her body of work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Baltoh and her pocketbook, which had his feather stitched into the side, something which mollie had joked about being so out of mode that she might as well just call her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to question her current life-time. After learning that nirvana, hell on earth, Angels, daimon, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to believe 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 subscribe part in Baltoh's fight against the fiend and just do something that would let her make love that she had a place in the expectant world.

Putting her purse on her desk so that she could at least keep her optic on the plumage, she eventually managed to get some genuine body of work done.



Baltoh stood on the ceiling of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the urban center and tried to sense the free energy signatures of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in underworld, the wickedness spirits were keeping their major power hidden to avoid detection, making it adjacent to insufferable for Baltoh to plunk them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright column of unclouded shown down from the sky like a balance beam of sunlight piercing a stratum of thick clouds.

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

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

The words of the statement carried a weight and ominous whole tone that no early language held, as it was the speech communication of the Underworld ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a mannequin of speaking that was very unsafe to humans. If spoken in the general public, every mortal within earshot would be brought to their genu by crippling nausea. Speaking entire idiom like Baltoh had just done would cause them to throw up and begin bleeding from their mouth, nose, and even ears and eyes.

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

The garden angelica's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boots, baggy pants, a sash, and a waistcoat over their long-sleeve shirts. The only differences were that his wearing apparel were as white as his feathers, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a twain of hamper on his wrists, though his did accept the rosary bead string. His skin color was often sixpence than Baltoh's grizzly skin musical note, and he lacked claws, a fag end, and of course, a pair of Demon wings. His auricle were pointed and he had a single line of red wavy hair going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should deliberate yourself prosperous that I decided to be charitable and not attack the second I entered this realm."

"Even if you attacked me Michael, it would do you no good. You know as well as I do that my office is public apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both worlds of light and darkness, making me far stronger than you could ever trust to be. Know your berth, Archangel."

"Your arrogance is truly that of a Demon, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to remark the fact that you have the same habit of getting involved with people as the nighttime beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic damage to the city without even eliminating all traces of your macrocosm and have even socialized and murdered humans. This is a offense of the highest guild !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The law of nature of YHVH mean nothing to me. Your king is a apathetic sucker, at least I do soundly in this existence. He doesn't even try to penalise me for these"law-breaking"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about terra firma or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a bright flash of light from his medal and a broadsword materialized in his suitcase. The handle was of twisted amber wire with a ruby saddlebow, the bronze guard duty was shaped and engraved to look like a pair of Angel wings, and the blade was sterling silver grey but stiff than steel.

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

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

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

"I grow tired of this conversation Archangel. Leave me in peace 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 metropolis, with a marble-sized sphere of sour free energy crackling at the tip of the claw of his index finger."Then I'll fire a Dark pulse straight into the city and kill the next three miles of buildings."

Michael paled at the scourge."You wouldn't daring !"

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

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern mystifying below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hounds. Whimpering in concern and pain was a girl at his feet, XVIII twelvemonth old with auburn fuzz and pale pelt. She had her hands wrapped around her ankle, trying to bar the haemorrhage from her severed Achilles tendon. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and proceed her from run, and he had threatened to cut off her hands if she tried to crawl away.

The sadistic beast had recovered from his fight with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless citizenry. In front of him, a little flash of red visible light popped about two beat above the land and held its form as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like compass point protruded from the side. The sphere of influence slowly expanded, allowing for another bony power point to expose itself. The two claws pushed against the sides of the celestial sphere in paired focusing, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional curtain, less than a foot long, and slowly showing more of their actual size. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the igneous depths of the small manifestation, latching themselves onto the edges of reality and pushing it, basically clamping onto the charge borderline between Earth and blaze itself.

At a meter in diam, the Interior Department of the fiery drapery seemingly fell away, revealing a burning tunnel with Shirley Temple Black fog pouring out. The claws that were hooked around the edges of the portal were the sizing of tree logarithm, and with each open distance that formed by stretching the vena portae, another nipper would reach out and latch onto the boundary, helping to let out the doorway.

Finally, when the portal vein was about seven feet in diameter, a fiend leapt out, landing the flooring and gasping for breathing place. The Demon looked remarkably alike to Abaddon, with the Lapplander humanoid-Gargoyle soundbox and characteristics, only he didn't have hair and his twisted automobile horn were more like the hooter of a copper than a goat like Abaddon. Like the monster, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armor home base and had a metallic element hamper on each wrist.

"hoot 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 help, Rimmon. I don't see why I should help you."

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

Abaddon stood up with a growl."Now you listen to me, your job is to keep that double-crosser 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 prongy natural language at Abaddon's tone."So helpless. I know what my rules of order are ; you don't have to cue me. But in society to do that, I need to know that you are following your lodge as well. Why in the Dark God Almighty's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a homo legion yet ? !"

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

"Well have you at to the lowest degree picked your targets ?"

"I've only seen a few humans that would serve as proficient legion for our programme, but we don't need too many significant people. Once we move forward, we'll just weft whoever will be appealing and then move forward with our plans."

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

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

"These keep world are so much to a greater extent pure and intolerant to pain than the prisoners in Hell, their screams of agony and abasement are like medicine. Torturing this one girl will cave in you as practically energy as eating five. She's a little gift to help you regain some strength."

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

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

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

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

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

The young woman gave another atrocious howler as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her skirt and scanty. Her white rump was now wet with blood from five mystifying slice. Wrapping his fanny around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her hands and knees as he removed his cock, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the spiny chief of his spiny pecker pressed against the untouched lips of her pussycat. Grabbing her by the pelvic girdle and digging into her anatomy with his claws, Rimmon forced his appendage all the way into her in a single cruel shove.

As the saw-toothed phallus tore through the girl's virgin twat and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so loud in pain and chagrin that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of pleasure. Rimmon groaned in iniquity bliss as he let his stopcock become accustomed to the womanishness of the cleaning woman's pussy. Blood was trickling in a steadfast stream, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human vertebral column, Rimmon's gumshoe had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an target of that size moving through such a diminished and tight orifice is like using a jackhammer for a surgical dent, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a near full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the genial nisus of what was passing through the girl's mind as that happened and of the situation, and it's hard to resolve whether the mental pain was the gravid or forcible pain.

Licking his rim, the monster pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as loud and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the head and ridges scraping against the hemorrhage cuts. The trickle of blood turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cup deal and drank it like it was elixir of eternal youth. With his bobby pin on his torturing slave tightened, Rimmon forced his cock back into her animalise cunt. This time, the girl did not pipe up 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 twat was nice and on the loose ( or ripped open like an old horseshoe ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging genus Phallus. The girl was facedown in the puddle of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the abysmal torment that was burning inside her from the shank. The solely way she could identify the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her mind, the tormenting view of her dispatch family, her steal virginity, her defiled innocence, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked hemorrhage body played like a repulsion movie that she could not await away from.

The torture dupe's only relief came from the fact that she would soon be beat, that the incredible blood expiration was making her hallucinating, and that her integral lower body had been so heavily damaged that her nerve were only half functioning.

After xx transactions of the barbarian overrefinement, Rimmon finally pulled out of his young dupe, who was nearly catatonic. The adult female's kitty-cat was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so unrelenting and hard that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her afford, and shredded the flesh inside like dope under a green goddess whacker. Her slit looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to refer the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a limp ragdoll, her mouth outdoors, her middle glazed over, and her intellect almost completely keep out down.

perception life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair's-breadth over to him and forced his cock into her diffused mouthpiece. As if woken up from a bad dreaming, the girl suddenly became wild and tried to push the devil away, but could not free herself or off the phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the bother from her accidental injury came back, prompting her to throw away up with Rimmon's dick still in her oral cavity and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head word and looked up, snarling like an raging lion as he finally came, launching almost half a dry pint of ejaculate into the fille's oesophagus. The brutalize lady friend gave one net scream as the acidic muck began to burn through her vocal corduroy, but quickly became mum as her arterial blood vessel and spinal cord were the next to go. With her psyche being severed from her organic structure, Rimmon dismounted her aspect and wiped the puking off his tool, chuckling to himself as he tried to intend back to the terminal time he had such a great roll in the hay. Redressing in the roman type soldier-like skirt of armor collection plate that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some dead people and a few living ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its powerfulness and prestige even as rush over was brought through its casual birth. On bulwark Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the land. Their cries doubled in intensity and crusade as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limousines, tired from a long day of treasure search.

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

holding up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the hoi polloi around the amok man saw the flak and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crowd. Just as the recognition of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the spine of his limousine, the fat balding man was trying to fire up the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated zip refused to give off Thomas More than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able-bodied to light his cigar, he closed the naught, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquidity flame across the surface of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man's death was not necessary. The street was already erupting into pure pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating the great unwashed at random.



A have wealthy businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an temperamental facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human dead body. With his traveling bag in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from interior and yelling while the cook tried to steady her Down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the bill for his luncheon. No tip had been left ass, only a preeminence saying that servants should take to land solid food faster.

It was a pocket-sized move, one that really cause any damage. But already, mental picture of the note were being spread across the internet and igniting massive infernos of anger and rancor. standardised notes were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The deaden night was filled with the strait of atomiser blusher as possessed men and cleaning lady scrawled vast messages on public open in crimson. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood splatter. The messages were things like ‘ GOD hate cigaret ’, ‘ praise ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE HOUSE, NOT THE NIGGER HOUSE ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



scandal boiled in the urban center with the rising sun as the great unwashed would walk to their railway car and detect that their tire had been slashed and the side of meat had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper pricker had been the target of this malicious mischief, both populist and Republican. As people struggled to get to run, the vast cascade of sickening messages that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by dire street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hate spread.



Selene came to a stop in the hallway of her role, having caught the auditory sensation of a dreaded conversation in the break room. With her hired man on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two charwoman talked in pipe down phonation by the fridge.

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

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

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

Selene's ancestry felt like cold mercury in her veins.

"Blood covered the walls and almost all of the small fry showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The constabulary are tearing the city apart to incur the children that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to endure, those pitiable youngster !"



A candlelight watch was held in every spiritual building throughout the city, as well as in social movement of metropolis Charles Martin Hall, with people praying for the base hit of the taken children and mourning their horrible Death. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the force play at work, the people prayed while the daimon and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough strength to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled corpses of the kidnapped youngster. Already a large pool of stemma was forming in the vacuous parking lot from the butchered eubstance. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave screeching of terror, quickly opening their annex to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the patch materialized two gravid wooden crosses on the Gargoyle's backs, each More than twice as boastfully as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn animate being were instantly slammed into the footing with decent force to shatter the pavement, and even though the monster crosses were only laying on them like fallen tree diagram, they could not lift so much as a finger, as the gravity acting on their eubstance had been multiplied to the compass point where their unholy off-white were about to snap.

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



The mayor of New York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot center. It was almost midnight and he was trying to see 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 smutty geyser that shot up into the sky. Still not a 1 picture or video of it could be found, which was as secret as the geyser itself.

A knock on the doorway drew his attention and one of his Aidoneus stepped in, trying to assist assort the mess out."Mr. mayor, you're going to want to come see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several employees of the city Hall that were working through the night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police officeholder, were standing around a van-sized pile of tabloid of framework, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

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

Once of the police force officers picked one of the weather sheet and held it to the light of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a estimable smell at it."It's an American language flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of City Radclyffe Hall, completely undetectable by the homo, Abaddon gave a deep laughter as he held out his hand. With a picnic of his digit, the stallion spile was consumed by flak, forcing everyone to jump back out of fearfulness, watching as the flags burned.



One by one, the pillars of human politeness were being knocked over, slowly causing the entire foundation of social club to collapse.



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

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

A tail shifted across her face, causing her to open her eye and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his annexe extended extraneous and his tail curling and swishing behind him."right morning,"he said with no reflexion.

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

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

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

Selene was wearing cypher but a black lash and a matching bra that was struggling to hold in her full tit. Even after seeing and even holding her bare torso, Baltoh could palpate a very impregnable sense of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet voluptuous figure. As usual, the effectiveness of these feelings of draw welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his foreplay, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a draw close 90º angle to rive a twain of jean out of the lower draftsman, granting the Demon-Archangel crossbreed a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted butt.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass second joint and her good yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian striptease artist to shame and could bounce a one-fourth across the room. Her blackened lace flip-flop was nestled between the two cheeks like a distance of conducting wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid's centre travel across every column inch of her cinnamon-shade skin, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her feet into a pair of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jean with the girdle being dragged tightly against the back of her peg, the way a clay sculptor would drag a cosmic string across her creation in progress to hold it perfectly smooth and shaped. genus Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the rear of her thighs with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his lips and hold his composure as his rushing blood began to enlarge his cock.

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

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

Baltoh instantly felt his cock stir as her breasts seemed to expand with the parallel peak of her weaponry."So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The white storage tank top came down over her breasts, restoring his self-control. Selene swung her head from side to side, straightening out her farseeing hair."Happy ?"she asked with a wry smile.

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

While it wasn't a grinning, Baltoh's construction lightened and he stepped into the room, first retracting his fender back into his trunk and wrapping his long quarter around his waist. As he stepped through the threshold of her bedroom, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't trouble, the nimbus is mostly just a emblematic illusion of my archangel status. If I want it to, I can take a crap it interact with the public around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of light, see ?"

He raised his mitt and moved it back and Forth River through the pack of fire, not disturbing the flames in the slightest.

"So distinguish me, do you sustain any memory of the people that you once were ? You seem to understand ethnic computer address just fine,"she asked while setting up the coffee maker.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and shelf."I do, but not as many as you think. By the meter souls in pit crumble to dust, they've already undergone so much distortion that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the store I get are of multitude's patterns in their daily lives, like their understandings and views of their culture. While I don't remember ever meeting a Dr. or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth 10 of grand of times to escape from infernal region when I am overtake and death is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food for thought chain."

"wellspring what personal remembering do you have ?"she asked, taking two mugs out of one of her kitchen cabinets while the chocolate 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 century French Republic and beheading crook, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old west, among former things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"Time in infernal region relocation at a much faster pace than in the human world, a ace day here is an entire year there. It's heavy to tell just how old I am as Inferno has no time of year or yearly changes, but due to the day of the month here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

"Say, what is Hell like ? I get a vague mind, but I'm curious. coffee ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or drink. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human soma in gild to recover their forcefulness, but Angels and Archangels do not require maintenance. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

Hell is actually rather small. The universe of it is just as large as this one but the name ‘ Hell'denotes both the entire realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and demonic look is a single planet in discharge space. 95 % of the satellite Hell covered by a sea of fervidness that burns for all eternity, but there is a place known as the islet of the Damned. It's the only landmass in all of Hell so it's the but place with only house physician, and it serves as the entranceway the planet, where nearly of the clobber goes on.

The satellite is composed of zone, which each zone corresponding to a different kind of prisoner and dissimilar kind of punishment. The zone are divided up not only by the VII Deadly Sins, but by other element and geographical factors. humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing tortures and excruciating expiry, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can free them of their pain. I consider myself golden that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in Hell, beings with holy man or Demon get-up-and-go are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the same opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victims of consideration and those who meant to do good. Suicide victims, hero sandwich that have committed murder to bring judge, and even people who committed crimes completely by accident. Unfortunately, the legal age of the people in Hell are there only because of small infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins."

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

Baltoh scowled."Of trend not ! What muttonhead told you abortion was execution ?"

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

genus Selene lost her grinning."Do you jazz what's going on ?"

"I do live that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the picture of these disturbances and I always find the faint scent of immorality. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humanity and using them to raise tensions and cause topsy-turvydom, though it has already gained impulse and no longer requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news, but a woman just threw a flaming bottle of gas into a mosque while it was total of people. I got there import 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 sprightliness. It's being seen everywhere : religious fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced sentiment ( I'll probably pour down them later ), new protest mathematical group are starting and they are patrolling the urban center with political signs, and I've already found three absolutely bodies."

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

perception her disquiet, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial murderer that takes the animation of innocent people. My name means"righteousness"in the language of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of immorality of billion of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my dupe, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause harm and construct others suffer, I use my hate to end the torment they inflict and bring the Justice Department that must rule. Hatred is like fire, in that it can put down all in its way of life, but my hatred is like hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

Selene regained her smile and her eyes were filled with admiration, sparkling like jewel so beautifully that Baltoh could not expect away from them.

"To be honest, I have no clue what the Demons are up to. I don't know if they're causing this topsy-turvyness because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their bowel movement while they bring some plan to realisation. I can't track them when they possess human race, so unless they actually use their force with enough push for me to sense or their homo hosts are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't find them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to waitress, wait for one of them to discover themselves or wait until I can identify a possible traffic pattern and predict where they will run into so that I can enchant them."

He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a touch sensation that affair are going to continue to intensify. These routine of force and hooliganism are now occurring without the demon'influence, and this flak is just going to keep growing unless I can break them. If I can't find them soon and matter go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New York until I can get the berth under control."

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

Baltoh gained a rarified smiling at her stubbornness."Have you always been so noncompliant ?"

"Always. Like well-nigh Thomas Kid, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a footling holy terror. I was always trying to push myself to my limits and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't mounting that tree diagram, you'll fall ”,"I don't care if your pal did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll trip ”. I was a well behaved fry, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one goliath judgement 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 trophy, not to note accolade from other school groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance prep, play, school social club, and a sociable life. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and better 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 dumbbells of your life ?"Baltoh asked, becoming more and more comfortable and lighthearted.

genus Selene's smile grew smaller, but did not melt."I could never get a guy who challenged me enough, someone occupy enough. I've had couple boyfriends in my life, but as you can see, they didn't conclusion. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could drop my lifetime trying to climb like a cliff aspect or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her chin resting on her handwriting."I wish I could return these questions. You've spent your totally spirit fighting in the pits of Hell which means you haven't lived like a regular person, and I don't want to ask about the lives that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so strange,"she huffed, while maintaining her small grin.

Baltoh rested his Chin on his handwriting the like 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 preceding to have a future, you only need a give from which that future can grow."

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

After the run-in passed her rim, the man and the loan-blend both became silent, staring into each former's optic. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments of measure so small that they were barely seeable. As their faces approached, their lips parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the table, landing between them.

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

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

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

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

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

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



Selene and Molly were sitting on a bench in the green, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the screen background, the phone of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the sidewalk sea was bustling with the great unwashed, all trying to enjoy the prissy conditions before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

"I had the frizzly dream finis night…"mollie hummed as both woman leaned back in the bench with their eyes closed, trying to soak up as a lot sun as potential like a span of dozing cats.

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

"It was about that office Yule party two years ago,"mollie said coyly, raising one eyelid and glancing at Selene. Without opening her heart, genus Selene scowled.

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

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

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

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

Selene glared at her with invisible sticker shooting from her eye, but no topic how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of memories in her mind, and those memories were beginning to attain her aroused. Already she could feel her pussy moistening and her dead body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her firmness of purpose to finally transgress and a flashback to glut her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the stall tangle with a half-full charge plate cup and a spectacular lurch. This was the last sentence they would allow liquor, and for good reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol layer rose with the lateness of the evening and genus Selene had probably the gamy. Bored and more than drunk to determine to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for mollie, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to babble to. She had already wandered around near of the building, but there was one place she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's office threshold, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache drive from their unworthy hirer. She did not hear the moans or frame applause of two multitude having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whimper of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. molly was sitting in her boss'chair, her blouse open air with her munition across her bare chest, her thong and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her pegleg ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

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

"Selene, close the room access !"

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

Molly turned in the death chair and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a butt without even turning it off."I was bored as Hell, my vibrator was in my purse, and this is the most prosperous electric chair. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober up enough to ram. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

Selene was completely unaffected by the view of her friend's lily-white D-cup titty, landing strip-flat belly, smooth thighs, and wet shaved pussy, and mollie seemed literally spread to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equating, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping ethanol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

Selene was mum, letting her eyes wander around the federal agency before inevitably coming back to her empty cup.

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

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

carrefour her legs, Selene sat down on the level like a kindergartner at report metre. Molly spread her leg and only now did Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

molly handed her the vibrator."I just necessitate you to work this in me, just like a fuck auto. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a unsubdivided favor, like helping me key my kitchen. Just assist 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 willing, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger and thumb. She looked back and Forth at the toy and the spread mouth of her friend's pussy, athirst for pleasure. A part of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the relaxation was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a booster, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into molly. The blonde drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky flesh of her moist interior. The strait of the intimate shout made Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to motivate the toy back and Forth River in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a Piston in mollie, the sweet juices of her kidnapping ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's digit. While she was immediately touched with the desire to dampen her work force, she could palpate herself beginning to bask the act as well. The contorted formula of pleasance on mollie's beautiful boldness, the shift and jiggling of her breasts as her body trembled and she pinched her pap, her flat stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her peg openly spread, carelessly putting her anele vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the sweet smell of her friend's pussy was making her body shake with heat and excitement. True, she had never felt any sort of attraction to fair sex, at least no Thomas More than a cold-shoulder curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a tinge or arousal when molly bent over to pick something up or was showing a particularly ample quantity of segmentation. Selene often found her gaze wandering when mollie was around, stirring her natural curiosity. And she had to admit that the symphony of mollie's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own twat wet as well. After just a couple bit, she held the vibrator tightly with her full moon hand and was working it in her friend with rapid speed, making molly roar and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

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

"Of class, I am yummy !"

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

Selene's unharmed body became unbending as the phallic toy was forced into her mouthpiece against the back of her pharynx, nearly making her scum bag from the sinfulness of her friend's flavor. She tried to pull up away, but mollie was holding her shoulder and making her to suck it. Molly truly was a dominating drunk, but even with snag rolling down her face from the punishment of her pharynx, genus Selene was too drunk to finger anything but joy at the yummy oil from molly's pussy.

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

"Want some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inactivity. With a smile, Molly got down on her articulatio genus and began working the dildo in her puss, slathering it in her juice. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one position while Selene licked the other, both of them taking keen joy in tasting the blonde's essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two cleaning lady began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to meet. At number one it was the slightest accidental cutaneous senses, then strings of saliva could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each former over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibration of pleasure between her leg to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the jet black goddess continued to kiss, their mouths salivating from the horniness they were feeling. With a grinning, Molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on Selene's shoulders, she laid her friend back on the storey and held herself over her, wearing goose egg but her high school heels.

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

She leaned down and pressed her lips against genus Selene's, slipping her knife into her friend's mouth and letting their spittle mix. With their flushed lipstick nuance blending together, Molly grasped Selene's hired man and held it limply against her cunt. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the content and inserted her digit into the wet gap, tickling mollie's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one manus, molly pulled off Selene's skirt and step-in with the other, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her digit into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their endless kiss. Both fair sex began moving as mirror figure, fingering each other while their knife basically formed a double helix. After a moment of kissing, molly sat up and unwrap Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jug burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past Selene's head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's breasts in argument with their faces.

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

Curious, submissive, and horny as the pits, genus Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around Molly's teat, sucking on them hungrily and making mollie coo not just in physical bliss, 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 school principal and pied Selene's areola with her tongue, taking unbelievable satisfaction in the taste and feel of her delicate flesh.

For several transactions, the two women sucked on each early's bosom like leaching, practically leaving hickeys on their pointing nipples. With a coy grin, mollie finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect ass above Selene's face.

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

First pulling her prospicient blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the haphazard entrance to her slit, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the go-ahead, Selene raised her head and buried her face in Molly's complete ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old boyfriends had done to delight her as Molly's smoothen ass boldness were clenched against the incline of her face. Molly gave the same groan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two women into a support yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on genus Selene's wet twat, molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every delightful drop of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake bit. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more than and more customary and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her glossa inside her friend the same way that mollie was moving her natural language in hers. She too was taking immense total of pleasure in not just the flavour of the hot wet puss resting on her face, but the kinky excitement making her whole body bombilation at the softness of those Delicious pussy lips and the cognition that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a smiling, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into genus Selene, making her groan through Molly's ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake and rumble in genus Selene and using it to draw forth more kitty-cat succus to drink up. The office was filled with the sounds of the women's moans of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's petroleum. Licking her smiling lips, Molly got up and shifted her weightiness, sitting directly on Selene's typeface so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend's curvy ass cheeks. Molly broadened her control condition on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth River in Selene and making her bedcover her wooden leg wide, pointing her high-pitched blackguard at the ceiling.

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

Beneath her, Selene was desperately trying to capture her intimation between slurps, but molly's naked frame was covering her face every endorsement. Molly finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of refreshful air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her snatch and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene's face back between her tone ass.

"fuck yourself and bat my asshole, do it,"she ordered, grinding her impertinence against Selene's face.

Selene obeyed with hornlike inflammation, pushing her glossa as far into molly's asshole as potential while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. mollie gripped her knocker until the pallid skin turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the stamp moist soma. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her brain and her hormone were screaming that it was addictively Delicious and her knead pussy lips wanted the pleasance to never end, not to mention that Molly's soft fluid ass felt amazing on the side of meat of her face. Her dedicated efforts were driving molly insane in Adam, making her abandon her knocker and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her fingerbreadth in her succus before sucking on them.

After almost five minutes, Molly finally got off of Selene and quickly deform down, licking her face clean like a dog licking a dirty collection plate. Selene had a drunken grinning on her expression as mollie's tongue ran up her face.

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

Molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the floor, desperate for a s course of action of delicious twat. Selene moved up over mollie's grimace, but in the reverse direction when their role had been different. She lowered herself onto molly, pinning her down feather and making her lick her pussy. The back molly started, genus Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater atmospheric pressure on her tender brim as Molly's tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible pleasance being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling molly's white meat, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small-scale screen background feng shui guts garden. She was completely infatuated with the full-of-the-moon gentleness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catmint.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's center, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her ramification. Upon its insertion, molly nearly arched her back in X, for the flavor of the toy shaking every single centimeter of moist human body in her cunt and the easygoing toothsomeness of Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before long, genus Selene craved more from molly ; she wanted to receive what her supporter had experienced. She changed her stance, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the ceiling. mollie took the message and practically plunk into Selene's sozzled arse, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the womanishness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so just. Keep licking, keep licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her pussy and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to go down off balance.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against Molly's face while the blonde nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her asshole. Before foresighted, Selene's thigh were burning like furnaces and she had to unhorse molly's jiggling natural language. Like Molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her ally's face like an ice ointment cone.

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not see what she was supposed to do, so mollie took the initiative. Nearly scraping genus Selene with her high heels in her hullabaloo, Molly interlocked the two fair sex's legs. Very gently, the smoothen lips of their twat kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.

"Now grind against me, the harder the honest,"molly said before leaning forward and giving genus Selene a indulgent kiss.

Smiling and licking their lips, the two beauties began rubbing against each early, letting their purulent mouth aggressively kiss and smother each other over and over again. Their moans reached new levels of volume and note as the unfitness they felt surpassed everything else from that Night. Ripples traversed their glazed shine physical structure as their thighs clapped against each other over and over again and their rim seemingly fused together with each sensual buss. As their bodies moved in rhythm, they each reached out and massaged each former's knocker, rubbing their palm tree against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for various minutes until sharing a simultaneous climax. Their pussy were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juices, without ever breaking their wet candy kiss. The two fair sex lied back, panting like dogs in the summertime from their exertion. Their bodies were both covered in a glistening film of fret, saliva, and vaginal juices, catching the Christ Within and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

catching her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her bridge player in the wet commixture between their pussies and licked it off as if it were water from the spring of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to move up, licking the lather off genus Selene's luscious breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking sass with her and licking the interior of her mouth. The sensual kiss revived genus Selene, and she could finally sense the result of the inebriant wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling mollie and at her own naked body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in annoyance and tried not to rub her leg together. It hadn't taken her farseeing after the party to call back everything she had done, every… single… contingent. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at to the lowest degree for Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy offer, and while Selene always said no, she could not ignore that thinking back to that dark made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her digit between her legs, Selene often found that her ripe orgasms when memories of eating out mollie slipped into her fantasies. If she were completely good, she would say that being with a adult female was one of the greatest new experiences in her life, one of her personal preferent"challenges ”.

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

Trying to keep open her button from shivering in stimulation with greater intensity, genus Selene stood up and walked off.



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the daycare shopping mall from which they had killed half of the minor and taken the relaxation to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, note of hand, and photos of the suddenly and missing tyke, while the street was covered in trash and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their scandalization at how such a parody could take place and what variety of humankind their fry were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their bodies invisible to keep the Light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hired man as if he were a mime and licked his back talk."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and rage that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the children was a Stephen Samuel Wise move, as now the humans of this city are last to rioting from fright for themselves and their loved unity and anger that this was allowed to come about. I don't know which is more delectable, the build and blood of those nestling or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the homo world. However, with my power at its maximum level and this urban center acting as the pure upbringing ground of malice and hurt, the solitary way the variables could be near aligned is if we were performing this on a damn burial background while torturing a few delicious humans,"he replied with an evil grin, wetting his shark-like dentition over and over with his forked tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly smell your exponent during the ritual. I'll keep him off your back while it happens, just make sure you don't occlusion and you work as fast as possible."

"I know, I know. I'm not some lowly Gargoyle that is less sound than these sorry humans. 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 flyspeck break up hand."The parentage of a child, for a footling extra lot,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a pocket-size red puddle on the ground.

"demon Art : repugnance dagger Summoning !"he called, slamming his clawed hired hand down on the puddle.

Baltoh's psyche perked up as a blue gumption of foreboding passed through his mind."So, you finally progress to your relocation, huh ?"

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



A howling tip blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the scrap in the street as well as the monument pieces set on the sidewalk. The puddle of bloodline that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten metrical foot in diameter with the two daimon at the very sharpness. Shirley Temple lightning crackled above the membrane and a large shadow could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the cross muttered.

On the former end of the street, Michael and ten holy man appeared. The men and adult female were dressed in T. H. White Thelonious Monk robes and looked to be in their early thirties.

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

"I'm not sure as shooting if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an interesting fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his English. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his wrists as two blades of Negro steel burst out of the rachis of his hands, latitude with his weapons system and each protruding more than a foot past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his sword, he signaled the showtime of the fighting and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their top executive to cite a repairing roadblock around the area. Normally it would encompass only about a hundred metrical unit, but in this display case, the illusionary dome had a spoke of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the daemon blocked his approach with one of his steel and aimed his relieve hand at Michael."demon Art : shadow pulsing !"

A colossal concentre radio beam of Demon muscularity erupted from the tip of the sword reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding buildings as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a conflict cry, Michael raised his brand and used it to cut through the blast. The defending team brought him to a dead stop, but with his blade, he was able to split the beam and half and avoid them.

The construction along the street were instantly obliterated by the sprinkling blast, but with the Angels working to conserve the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to advertise through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the crossbreed delivered a devastating thrill to the Demon's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across weewee. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to pitch a lethal pang. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his hook and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like tail, but the clash 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 alluvion of black flames, slamming into them with More world power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a melodic phrase of buildings. Thick swarm of detritus and grass billowed from the building that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the melanise flame.

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

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

The integral street was lit up as a wide but focused golden optical maser surged from the tip of his nipper, consuming the devil as the touch and opposite of the night Pulse tour. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's aid was drawn to Michael. The archangel jabbed forward with his steel, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his Demon annexe. Sparks flickered off the airfoil of the steel-like tissue layer from the smasher of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the hybrid could retaliate, Michael placed his handwriting on his foe's wing and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ Angel Art : holy Thunder bellow !'

In a blinding newsflash, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a stinger missile. Wrapped in sens and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the niche of the building future doorway, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could hand over another onset, Rimmon opened up his protective fender cocoon and lashed out, delivering a diagonal across Michael's dresser and sending a sputtering of line of descent across the wreckage of the buildings around them.

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

In a split second, the entire city block was riddled with bright glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a gilt explosion, so brawny that it shook the metropolis of New House of York and formed a mushroom cloud cloud. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to hold his centering on the summoning ritual while the ten Angels that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to keep the barrier from shattering under the blend big businessman of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing feather sowed onto the front of her purse, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising top executive story. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every fibre of her being wanted to go notice him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and be him a battle. She just had to wait and have faith. At to the lowest degree now her thinker was taken off Molly.



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

Looping his finger around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a dozen copies of the ring of fortunate light, all intertwined with a lightning-like electric cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning screw thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the tintinnabulation of brightness swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the ogre and hybrid.

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ Demon Art : branding iron whiplash !'Rimmon called.

stretching like rubber, his tail extended to respective time its own length and gained a metallic durability while retaining its tractability. Swinging his tail wildly, Rimmon deflected the doughnut, sending them down into the urban center. The doughnut of lightness sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut holes in construction and even downing a few street posts.

The combat had now moved, and the loan-blend, garden angelica, and fiend were now battling around the Chrysler edifice. The Angel Falls that Michael had brought with him had been forced to prompt the roadblock to keep the engagement from destroying the urban center, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the retentivity of people in the battlefield and repair the terms. Already, the Angels had removed half of the people in the area, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many saint been called from Heaven to suppress such a high spirit level of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another attack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downwardly cleave of his blade. With his superior exponent, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the ground with the edges of their swords screaming from the friction. Keeping Michael down with one mitt, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A deep crack boxed everyone's ears as a channelize bolt of golden vim was launched from his finger's breadth, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight direction. It was not true electric lightning, but it had similar speed and power.

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

A bright trice of fateful light flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engraving of skulls and Hellscript symbols. The bolt of lightning of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the deity Ray, its perviousness came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could take 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 instant !"

In a blinding display of glowing, every plumage on Michael's backstage lit up like a miniature headliner, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to take place, Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, shielding his heart and protecting himself from Michael's expected stab. Just like before, the vane bounced off the surface of his annexe with little to a greater extent than a fugacious shower of sparks.

Baltoh opened his wing once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no metre to oppose before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now vacate street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming efflorescence into a deep volcanic crater and every windowpane in the country was reduced to glass pulverization, filling the air like debris. Michael's eyes rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness from the infliction of the impact, but such a gust would only knock him out for a very abbreviated time.

Baltoh raised his eye as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, desperate to make a lethal strike. Without any travail, he swung his sword and knocked the blades aside the jiffy the daemon came in his range, then in a single fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a muscular kick to the Demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a lowly volcanic crater forming every sentence he touched the ground.

Moving so fast that he was practically invisible, Baltoh caught up with the skidding Demon and grabbed him by the face, slamming him down into the paving material and dragging him along while carving a deep in the street like a plow through a playing field. Ignoring the pain of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to poke Baltoh, but the superior entity tilted his capitulum to the English and dodged the attack. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his prat like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retreat to debar the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a one C metre away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the brand of Michael, stopping the Archangel's gash with his bare hand. Like the circle of a snare instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's hindquarters snapped around Michael's ankle, and with supernatural enduringness, he flung the Angelica Archangelica towards the side. Michael crashed into the front end of the Chrysler Building and drilled a yap straight through it with his consistency before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining proportion in the air, Michael pointed his backstage down at Baltoh through the fix blasted through the building.

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

Like a duet of rapid-fire shotgun full of birdshot, his backstage began launching hundreds of feather each second, with each one glow with a whiteness gloriole and packing Sir Thomas More mightiness than a .50 armor-piercing type slug. With a simmer down locution on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with unimaginable speed, moving his arm so fast that his movements were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide soaker of sparks flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every single feather that would have struck him. The sleep of the pointer peppered the earth around and behind him, pocking the paving material and soil with head-sized craters and kicking up swarm of rubble and smoke.

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

delivery down his script diagonally like the leaf blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of energy from his pincer, razor thin and faster than lightning. In a one instant, five product line appeared on everything within the two-dimensional plane of his gash. Cut by the fiend's onrush, everything began to shine apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the entire top-third of the edifice slid cleanly off the solidus cut mark, with Baltoh right in its path.

Sensing the double-dyed 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 ground, a hundred measure from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The fiend and Archangel both pointed their index fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler construction dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his military position, they shouted their spells.

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

"Angel Art : immortal Ray !"Michael roared, launching a horizontal geyser of distill sanctum energy.

Even with the two shaft zooming towards him and the tip of the Chrysler building tugboat plummeting towards his caput 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 slope and released an animalistic bellow that was louder than a jet locomotive engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of white-hot and black power rushed from every column inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the initiative microseconds of a nuclear explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing bonce like piddle on Rock, while the Chrysler construction was instantly vaporized upon contact with the Earth's surface, as well as every construction in the surrounding area.

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

The holy man manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their knees trying to hold open the explosion contained and unnoticed to the out-of-door world, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the total city of New House of York with unequaled military capability, shattering thousands of Windows, knocking mass off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping magnate lines to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the urban center to excite violently and even tilt.

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

With inhuman speed, they put back all of the empty people in the take same stance that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any memories of the fit, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

As the give-and-take were spoken, a intimate sense of apprehensiveness barb through his nous like an galvanizing current. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon's business leader, as well as the power of something else, something just as dour and malevolent.

"But my foreign mission is not make out,"he cursed before spreading his wings and flying eastward towards the beginning of the baleful presence.



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's unfathomable big businessman snuff out Rimmon's existence, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on death's door."darn it, that cocky bastard went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the backer still around, I'll really postulate to knead to get some reinforcements."

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

From the semi permeable portal to hell, a darkness object rose up in the street like the hand of a zombie bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave. The object was a pillar, ten substructure in diam and forty feet in height, made of chalky obsidian and covered in reddish symbolization. The base of the pillar was adorned with carvings of human being skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style tissue bed of different bones and limbs. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle side was carved in each side, all with the exact same reflection. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one head, above the very nub of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting audio began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple trench voices murmuring scourge in Hellscript. The dagger began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in volume. Above the metropolis, dark storm swarm formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapors. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in appearing, with their colouring material and configuration and seemingly twist and stretching ever so slightly, as if the beingness of the dagger was sending rippling through world itself. While the mass of New York did not see the affects of this ominous oppression, citizenry throughout the urban center began to finger grim to their tum and lightheaded, as the moody malevolence 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 be in this world is all that I need. Soon our plans will come to fruition, and the end of sidereal day will be at script,"he said with a dismal gag before becoming intangible and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hands balled into fists so tightly that blood trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisk was nearly overpowering to his Demon side, making it difficult to subdue his violent urges. He despised these artifact for their unnaturally muscular influence, not to advert he found their mindless wickedness highly disturbing.

"How the hell was one of these summoned to the world of the living ? Only archangel should have to ability to use their turn in different realms."

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

She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with frigid exertion 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 look until you were done fighting before I finally came to find you, I wanted to make for sure you weren't hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her interpreter weak and her eye closed.

Being so close to the obelisk was taking a heavy price on her body, so much so that she could barely stay on her fundament. Baltoh gained one of his rare grin."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the fear,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his limb. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed hand over her look."angel Art : Laying On Of Hands. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if fluid light source were running through her vein, genus Selene's dead body began to shine as the first piece repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasm and the second spell wrapped her in a thin level of holy vigor, protecting her from any further affects. Selene's heart opened and she took a trench shuddering breath.

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

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

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her fear, Selene followed him."fiend will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength boost, not to cite it energizes the evil intentions of all the life around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the strength of an army of Gargoyles and set them liberate upon me, or strengthen the inkiness hearts of the truly malevolent human resident physician of Hell to aid them join together to spring a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the homo globe, but just being here could drive the masses of this metropolis so wild with cult and malice that they could rip New House of York apart like a pack of rabid wolves."

All her animation, genus Selene had craved challenges, craved the flavour of veneration at trying something new and exciting ; bungee cord jump, sky-diving, mountain climbing, that sort of thing. But being so close to this cursed column, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest mental imagery, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt similar at any indorse, something terrible was about to happen, or that the obelisk was alive and staring straight at her, like a serial killer before he makes his move. This crippling sensory faculty of apprehension and terror sent shivers up her spur and made her smell like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's manus, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the dagger for both of them, and even Baltoh had to hold that holding genus Selene's hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just breaks. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still let heavily negative affects, just like radioactive barren. I can boom it with pure holy place vigour and try to obliterate it, but there will always be stiff. No, there is a simpler and considerably way…"

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

"Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, saint and Angelica Archangelica have the power to accede and leave the three realms at any clock time, even Hell."

"Do you have any estimate why they brought that affair ?"she asked, gladiolus that it was now gone.

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

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

"There are unlike kinds of artefact, but I don't know what they would reach. 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 buttocks flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the devil's butt, Baltoh gave a wild yowl and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail before it could strike Selene. Growling like an brute, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the attack that ended the battle. Almost every inch of outer human body had been burned off his torso, leaving only singed bare brawn and cauterized veins, not to mention that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare assail this womanhood ? ! You will repent for your Demon sinning, and you will suffer the most painful end that your wretched variety can live ! Angel Art : final examination Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to discerp his own tail so that he could fly the coop, but before the act could be performed, a large white rood-tree burst out of the terra firma behind him, measuring twenty foundation in height and eight feet broad at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a bellow of holy terror as party whip with pieces of jag metal braided into the filament wrapped around his limb and body and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless muscleman in his skinless body. Unable to go, Rimmon could do little more than howl as a three heavy nails materialized, the first two driving through his palms and the 3rd piercing his ankle joint and securing them to the side of the main beam. The final examination constraint came in the variety of a crown of thorns, which acted like a hamper around the daimon's head teacher, tying him to the vertical beam of the cross with blood running down his grimace. At to the lowest degree, a spear leaf blade appeared before him and was plunged into the devil's chest, piercing his black heart.

"saint Art : holy burn mark !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

In roaring blink of an eye, a bonfire of golden flames flared up at the base of the cross, reaching up and curling around the suffering Demon. Already bleeding to death with a snap nub and no tegument to plow his lacerated heftiness, Rimmon gave one finally howl of torment as the holy place inferno ate away at his consistency, burning his shape as if he had been coated in thermite. In lupus erythematosus than half a moment, Rimmon was reduced to nada but ash, and the Crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his body like rake from a calamitous accidental injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide-cut eyes.

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as genus Selene placed her easy hand on his boldness. The gruntle touch and tender care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her script calmed his torso and removed the stopping point ghost of strain from battle. But while this sweet touch sent waves of bliss through his body, Baltoh felt a pool of awe and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The night was an unusually noisy one from siren blaring in the setting as copper sped throughout the city to answer vandalism and assault call. Every Night, it seemed like the metropolis was becoming more and more chaotic and the people were becoming more extreme with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, tower of fume were wafting from two burning buildings. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some crazed pro-lifers, and the other was a community of interests center field where an anti-Obama right-wing rallying was being held, before some young democrats through in some firework and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a iniquity street, devoid of lights or citizenry. On the priming coat nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his script, cursing through barred dentition as he tried to use the botheration to top his idea of his confusing thought process and tactual sensation for Selene and stay focused on the mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my animation have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolve to fight and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her gag my will and depart me unable to fight down at my premier ? I should have been able to stamp out Abaddon and that other Demon with a snap of my fingerbreadth, Michael should suffer been zip more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my prey should hold only taken one or two or three mean solar day at virtually. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every idea of her eradicate the flames in my soul ?'

He held out his hand, letting the line trickle from the wound in his palm and dribble on the street. Unhindered by the painful sensation in his helping hand, the sentiment of Selene continued to swirl through his brain, leaving him just as bewildered as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a unknown sensation zipped through his mind. It wasn't an upsurge in Demon Energy Department or the mogul of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could smell something through the feather he had given her. It was meant to tell him if she was in danger so that he could detect her and facilitate 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 activity and a cascade of intellection running through her creative thinker. If she had been attacked again, then the pains on her dead body and mind would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to drink down her, there was an undeniable prospect that something was wrong.

Spreading his wings, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so often strength and creating such a powerful 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 Department touch in the feather he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her apartment. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her place ? Was individual breaking into her apartment ?

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"

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



Baltoh landed on genus Selene's fire escapism and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely indiscernible to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the svelte physical disturbance. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the rakehell Rush from his body and pool in his cock.

Lying in her bed was Selene, completely raw and far from being asleep. Her right field had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her twat while she was using her allow hand to bosom and massage her breasts, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric pant she gave. He purse was on the pillow next to her and she was brushing her face against the feather sown on the front line like a cat against a furniture corner. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her finger, genus Selene would give a indulgent coo of foreplay and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely spell-bound and hypnotized by the scene being forever printed in his memory. Watching Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the plume against her facial expression left Baltoh more disordered and aroused than ever before in his life sentence. Just the first five instant of looking at her had given him an erection that would put a human to shame.

genus Selene's voiced coos turned into a lenify groan as she moved from just stroking the brim of her puss to fully interpolation of her finger. Moving her fingers in and out of her twat, Selene writhed and stretched with her whole eubstance trembling in foreplay. With her left helping hand, she began squeezing her bosom more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to solve her fingers faster and with more energy, sending ripple through her well toned form as she fucked herself with greater focal ratio. Her moans quickly began to increase in stridency and volume and she even moved her left hand from her flabby chest to the bound of the bed, holding on for dear life. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in enraptured glee as she climaxed, soaking her deal in her orgasmic succus. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphory flooded her sable body. Baltoh's respiration was heavy as he watched her finally become calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard cock remained substantial than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to precipitate asleep, Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw bead. With a weary smile on her face, she removed her fingers from wet snatch and held them over her face. Reaching up with her glossa, she wrapped her lips around her finger's breadth, sucking away the oil colour from her physical structure. Baltoh could not blockade a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum ooze from the headland of his cock.

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

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his shaft. Due to him being originally born as a Demon ( a primal brute driven by animalistic instinct along with the maliciousness of the past lifespan that made it ), he was quite well-endowed but without any of the cactus-like ridgepole of a Demon, due to his Archangel body. Being measured not to knick himself with his claws, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his torso. It was a skillful thing that he was indiscernible to someone, as every bm of his hand made him grunt in relief.

‘ Damn that feels good ; it's no wonder why human beings do it.'

Selene gave a gasping moan as she spread her branch and pushed the dildo into her tumefy twat, biting her lip as it filled her. Slowly moving her hand back and forth, she probed her inside with the sex toy over and over again, moaning softly and panting as she prodded each hot wet corner. Baltoh was biting down on his knife as he furiously stroked his dick to the sight of Selene penetrating herself with the dildo.

"seminal fluid on baby, have sex me harder,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up speed, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed vigor.

She moved her helping hand faster and faster, wildly fucking herself while she had her face pressed against her bag like a pillow, kissing the feather that Baltoh had given her. He walked over to the foundation 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 carry himself, all of his mix-up had been pushed aside, and now there was only sexual desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her mouth, sucking on it with flavour as she savored the taste sensation of her own essence. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved several pillows, as well as a silk scarf joint 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 social movement of the muckle, while tying both oddment of the scarf to the sides of the headboard tightly, so that the stack of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not follow free.

Using the stack of pillows to make elbow room for her legs between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her cunt. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her work force and articulatio genus and began leaning back and Forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

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

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

Dizzy from his low interjection, Baltoh leaned back with his school principal in his hands. She had done all that for him, that erotic display had all been to the idea of him, and he had basically mirrored it to the thought of her.

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija Board in the Vanessa Stephen tug of the riverbank church building, made from the skin from a woman's back with the bit and letter of the alphabet written in blood, and the disk for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn youngster. Both had been a very delicious snack. The fiend held his manus over the medium and black lightning began to stream from his palm.

"Lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our mission. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my strength is no better. The test summon was a success, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not go along to the side by side stage with Baltoh around, as he will trace me down and kill me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in erratic and convulsive jerks, the phonograph recording began to stir across the Ouija gameboard, spelling out the reply.

"Initiate Gargoyle spawning initiative and use them as decoys while more Demons are summoned. We can only spread up one more doorway before you are cut off permanently, make it bet,"the disk spelled out.

"Another thing, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human woman, as he has been seen making buy at stops to the dwelling of one Selene Kurland. His top executive are unfocussed and he appears distracted. Do you have any decree or suggestions ?"

Again the disk began to move."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him confused, so killing her would do nada but focus his mind back on you, not to mention it would trigger off his rage."

"Yes My Lord, and I already sleep with how to make some Gargoyle reinforcements…"



Baltoh hung upside down like a scalawag from the blast escapism of an office building. As usual, his creative thinker was completely focused on Selene, but this clip, the thoughts and emotions he was feeling were at their inviolable. Every clock time he blinked, the entire scene of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his plumage pressed against flashed before his middle. He already had a shiver erection as he thought back to it, and in the deep confines of his psyche, he felt enceinte regret for not revealing himself that night, for not being open about his presence while he watched Selene, and letting the events of the night roll on their own accord.

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

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

As he reached out with his mind to try and find the feathering he had given Selene, a loud commotion began to build in the background, drawing his attention.



Selene and Molly were sitting out in the sun at table in presence of a coffee shop eating house. Both were drinking ice coffees, and while Molly was having a plain salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom cloud soup for the first time. They often came here for luncheon, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a turn that shook Selene with surprise.

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

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

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

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

"well talking about being a kid brought out my inner child, and my inside tyke wanted to see if I could get you to dash soup out our nose like Milk River. Right now, my inside child and I are high-fiving in succeeder,"Molly bragged as she skewered several bread foliage with her fork and dipped them in a puddle of salad dressing."So what's this guy's name ?"

genus Selene hesitated before answering, knowing that this could be grievous. She would never sell Baltoh's faith in her and shed his arcanum, but there was just something about him that she had to state someone.

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

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

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

"No, he just kind of grew up in a disorder home. But he is really bighearted and without a doubt, he's the most awful and matter to guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

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

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

Before Molly could commit her advice, a chorus of cry coming from the next street cut her off. Everyone on the sidewalk turned in the direction of the sound, which had slowly been growing over time but was now out of the question to ignore, especially with the police sirens blaring.

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

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

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

cutting off through an back street, the two women crossed over to the next street, where a full-on battle between the police and a host of Occupy protestors was being waged. tear gas filled the air and zip could be heard but the endless shouts of wildness and the sounds of dissent signs striking thigh-slapper shields. Already, the syndicalist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest group were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the arena, using the exhilaration as a back for their crimes. Every 2d that passed brought more riot cops and even more protestors.

With vaporous rioting shield and black Kevlar cause, the officers were Thomas More than rubber against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a job. The line of cops was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each early in one direction. Those at the nominal head of the swarm beat their planetary house and fist against the officer'cuticle, desperately trying to weaken through and last as long as they could before being forced to retrograde, due to the annoyance of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the officer's guild. With bleeding faces and stop finger's breadth, those that were unable to press any longer tried to rack between the two tectonic plates that were the cops and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with peppercorn spray. Many never made it out, and were forced to the dry land where they fought to not get crushed to expiry. Every few bit, a cop behind the barrier would thrust a teargas canister into the crowd, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

Selene and Molly stood in the alleyway, neither one courageous enough to jump into the disturbance and get the diddlyshit beaten out of them. This was a full-blown riot, and it wouldn't be long until Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov Cocktails would part flying. Pondering what to do, the woman were shocked as a Brigham Young man, barely 19, was thrown from the mob of protestors and into the back street with a bleeding pass wound.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with headache, crouching down beside him with tissues from her pocketbook and helping wipe the blood off his unshaven boldness. The man did not respond, only shook his head from side of meat to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"Molly asked.

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

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

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

"Geez, I've seen it get passably loony, but I've never seen it like this."mollie gasped with headache.

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, unhearable and invisible to human eyes, Abaddon watched genus Selene and licked his lips. He wished he had been given orders to round her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic fuck, not to remark a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fancy would induce to answer, until he could try her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shields of the riot police like Farsi against Hellenic language, he breathed in the tear gas like it was the smell of a sweet efflorescence and basked in his head trip. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the results were comfortably than he dared aspiration.

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

Taking a deep breath, he expanded his lungs to their utmost sizing and volume, saturating it with his malevolent energy, while making sure as shooting that Baltoh would not be able to sense the body process. Once the air in his lungs was wickedness enough, he exhaled, releasing a contraband cloud into the horde of hoi polloi, with them completely unaware and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a smile as the opprobrious smoke rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by drive in the air, but by the anger and craze that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"monster Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the magical spell would bring quickly enough.



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

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



There were well over two one hundred multitude now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and pain to spawn at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their chief. Catching the damaging push billowing like bullet from a tire fire, the black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into fork clouds and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized swarm, indistinguishable flesh could be seen taking form and growing, like the evolution of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of it of man infants, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their Fang, chela, and wings began to get. Standing in the alley, Selene felt a very cold shiver crawl up her spine, as if somebody was breathing on the back of her neck while touching her bare skin with an ice block. She wrapped limb around her stomach, suddenly nauseous and filled with dread. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was powerful, and it was close.

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

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



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

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

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

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could take after him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The thwart hybrid only had enough time to deliver a body-splitting bang to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in one-half and splattering Gargoyle blood in all directions. In the time it took for Baltoh to realize that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the kick, and try to figure out the direction in which the daemon was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to make the edge of the city and had ended the spell to keep his power hidden.

With his whole body shaking, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic roar like that of lion, howling in frustration. That beastly birdsong was so large in volume that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a 1 sustenance fauna could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this angry since Rimmon tried to attack Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining reenforcement and got away with it was the source of his furore. He was used to monster running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their life once the huge difference in strength became apparent. In inferno, well over half of every daemon competitiveness resulted in his fair game managing to elude, but this clip was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his fellow roamed free in the man man, lives were being lost.

"Damn it ! Every time I almost have him, and every prison term he escapes before I dig my pincer into his core ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL discovery YOU ABADDON ! I'LL find YOU !"he thundered, causing his zip to deluge outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its cooling tank.

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

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

"sufficiency of this rabidity ! You are causing just as a good deal 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 scenery.

Baltoh looked up at the trespasser and released an animalistic snarl, barring his fangs. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his sword and delivered an uppercut slash as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two swords clashed with a rainbow of sparks, but with ease, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a table saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the chest, inflicting a wound that would be disastrous to any human, and launching the Archangel like a golf egg with profligate pouring from his rima oris.

With Michael incapacitated and no other interruptions, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his energy was causing to cease. Below him, citizenry were running away, fed up with getting maced, flummox, deplume gassed, peppered with transgress deoxyephedrine from Baltoh's roar, and knocked off their understructure by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the riot cop were retreating after what had just happened.

Picking up a familiar smell on the air, Baltoh turned and gazed down at genus Selene in the skittle alley. The beautiful fair sex was looking around desperately, straining her optic to try and come up Baltoh. He had to speak with her, but later, when they would have privacy and time.



Abaddon stood over a bedding of Demons, all grouped together and feasting on a mountain of freshly slain corpses in the living room of a house on the outskirts of the city. All the piece of furniture had been smashed to piece, the windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the beasts the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each chomp they took, their muscles grew in size of it and strength, and their flagitious facial characteristics became card sharper and more distinguishable.

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

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

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy death chair in Selene's flat with his fingers tented, waiting in the dark for genus Selene to fall home plate. While his eubstance was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to pick the words he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life had he been so garbled and so anxious, and all at the persuasion and mien of a bare human.

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

"Selene…"

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

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

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

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

"genus Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into existence as a Demon that was born from the furore and pain of heroes that suffered for aeon in snake pit, and I have lived my entire life for the single aim of fighting and slaying evil. But you… whenever I look at you or think about you… it's like stepping out of a raging inferno and into a falls. I feel all my anger fade away and I lose the will to fight for anything early than you."

Selene gasped at his Good Book and tried to conceive up a response.

"Not in my full existence have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not campaign, I can not hunt, and I can not guess, because you occupy every thought that enters my mind. Ever since I saved you and detect you, trying to keep my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever dispatch my delegation and perhaps ever get solace, I need to puzzle out 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 feel the Sami way about me ?"

Selene licked her lips first with a expression of uncertainty, then with a little smile.

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

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

With her smiling small but stamp, genus Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't know how to explain it either. I've known you for only a calendar week and I've spoken to you only a few times, but my heart and my eubstance ache for you. I haven't developed feelings like this for individual this quickly since I was a little fille, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two halves of a Swiss picket, so many specific gears and chemical mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own composition and no one else's. True individuality is impossible in this world, but I know with my heart and soulfulness that you are the alone one who can possibly complete me."

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

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interesting things in the human beings, and you are practically godly in your singularity. Being with you is like looking into the real heart of the universe of discourse. My feelings for you are only equaled by my lust, as I know that you can satisfy every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to know the mystery that is you, and I want to help oneself you with all of the hatred in your heart."

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

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

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

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the body part left over from his daimon birth.

genus Selene giggled and wrapped her arm around his cervix."I just can't wait for you to put that tongue to play,"she said tenderly before resuming the kiss.

After almost a min of their backtalk joining like two undulation and separating, the candy kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's manus and led him into her dark bedroom. Inside, the solely rootage of illumination was Baltoh's burning halo, casting dancing phantom upon every airfoil. Lying back on the bed, genus Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the numerous scars that pocked his muscles and the two cornet obscure beneath his cowling. Pulling off his pants, he caught genus Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of reverence and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would pain and if this was one challenge that would outwit her. With his tail flicking like that of a cat on the hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lips locked, he reached up to untie the button of her White blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his helping hand up, cutting through the clit thread on her blouse with the claw on his exponent digit, exposing her house breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. genus Selene grasped the man of lingerie before Baltoh could take a chela to it, letting her tits spring release like airbags.

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

Selene laid her head back and purred in sexual exhilaration as she felt Baltoh squeeze and massage the melon-sized mounds of figure, physically inspecting every centimeter of sonant tegument, while of class being careful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

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

He moved back and Forth between her bountiful tits, wrapping his prospicient tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of let on tegument. Sucking on her nipples like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings to the level that Selene was nearly chewing off her lower lip in jubilation.

"Oh god, you're driving me mad !"she groaned with her hired man stroking the lip of her wet snatch.

memory back to his human past lives in damage of the relocation of intimacy, Baltoh decided to actuate on. Lowering his mind, he dragged his separate tongue down her flatbed belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming following and absolutely dire for it, Selene stopped him to remove her annulus and moist thong. With her knee joint on his berm, Baltoh held his head just above the easygoing wet lips of her snatch, which carried the faint aroma of the liquid ecstasy from her final stage shower.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his tongue, giving a quick salt lick that nearly made Selene jerky. He licked again, plugging his foresightful snake-long tongue in between the lips like an widget cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity taste of her juicy interior. He pressed his brim against the logic gate of promised land, 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 soundbox shake from the walking on air. Her calls doubled in volume as he fully inserted his tongue into her pussy, licking her farthest deepness of her sonant interior and mixing his saliva with her juice. Selene basically had to burn down on her pillow to keep from screaming in sexual hysterical neurosis as Baltoh's long wet knife quivered and probed undecomposed than any vibrator and his lips massaged and tickled the opening. She had her hand on the back of his head, pushing his face deeper into her sweet cunt and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable taste and slurped up her juice like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last driblet out of his H2O bottleful.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an upsurge in the amount and gustatory modality of the juices that flooded her cunt hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the taste perception of her sexual climax. The climax lasted for almost half a hour, finishing with Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing heavy and her heart rolling around as if she was delirious.

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

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

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

Baltoh did not answer, only smiled and gave the quick exhale of a laugh. Using his clawed hands very carefully, he grasped the light beam of his cock and slowly guided it to her gates of paradise, pressing the head against the moist, delicate backtalk. Wrapping his hind end around the bed in tense expectation, Baltoh slowly pushed his put up dick into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his spine 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 split her in half.

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible tightness of her puss, but after Sir Thomas More than two minutes for slowly forcing it in like a bullet into a tight parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its good insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his extension had released themselves and were draped over he and genus Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breathing space, as she could have sworn the headway of Baltoh's cock was prodding the bottom of her heart.

"Not quite as wild-eyed as I had hoped,"Baltoh said sheepishly, seeing the manifestation on her aspect.

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

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as potential, he slowly pulled out of her, with Selene trembling at the sudden slew removal. Leaving only the read/write head inside, he gave her a minute to energize herself for the next insertion. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet kitty, using her succus as lubricant. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and literal sensation of sexual filling. Having buried his hammer all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a hazard, he pushed his dick into her well up cunt in a single diagonal, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the cryptic penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really run. Taking the rightfulness attitude above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in tenacious, steady strokes, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally move at a fair speed, Baltoh let his physical structure continue on robot pilot while he mentally processed the dissimilar smell that his hammer was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable mildness of each bump, ridge, and fold in her pussy. Finally used to his putz completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any pain and was now moaning like an opera singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her fingerbreadth into his back.

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

Changing position, he sat up on his cad and grabbed Selene's thighs, using them to fall onto her as he doubled his focal ratio. With each powerful thrust into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his sassing as he watched her titty bounce and roll wildly. No longer able-bodied to claw at Baltoh's back in exaltation, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportions was rocking the construction, and her moans of euphory were replaced with a trench gasping call as the read/write head of his turncock slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

posterior him, Baltoh's annex were stretching and waving like flags and his rear was writhing like a beheaded snake on the floor, almost to repoint that Jake the cat was waging a genial war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jolt tail and swordplay with it.

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

She didn't need to finish oral presentation, as the subconscious movement of her hands to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to get it on. The longer that he was working, the Thomas More he could experience his Demon side being energized. Specifically, it was his Demon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her mitt and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his facial expression just inch from hers, all the piece continuing to fuck her like a political machine. Selene suddenly gained a very rapacious and excited look on her nerve as she felt the change in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant slope taking control condition and gaining the desire to both battle it and submit to it. She raised her head teacher and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower lip with her tooth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"seed on sister, I'm so close to cumming, fuck me operose !"

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

Moving his hands to her pelvic arch, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all fours, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his human knee, he tightened his storage area on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman hurrying, slamming her pussy so gruelling and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to appease up with her limb straight, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw king that she was going to vomit. She could have sworn a sex machine was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

bum her, Baltoh was gazing at the wavelet passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic clapping speech sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and house thighs slapping against his legs and the cornerstone of his peter. The noise was so mysterious and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that strait would instantly know what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass spring and riffle while basically skewered on his dick, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside opinion and gaze upon her knocker, which were swinging like the round punching old bag that boxers practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an sexual climax that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito bite, and Baltoh as well could finger the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking shaking pulsing through their dead body as their sexual climax overcame them. Selene released a jubilated shriek that could shatter glass as her snatch became flooded with juice and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like roar as he shot jet after jet of semen into Selene, filling her up to the point that stream of slime were spilling out past his cock.

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

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

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

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

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





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his deep sleep by a warm wet feeling around his pecker. With a oscitance and a wear down hum, he opened his eyes and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful question bob up and down. She had a coy look in her eyes as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a tired stretch and his grin grew wider as her soft spit slathered the scape with her lips wrapped securely around the straits. She then released the oral sex and spat on the tip, using it as lubricant was she stroked him to a total hard-on with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a ignition lock of her pilus, careful not to itch her face with his penetrating hook. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her subdued mouth, pressing the tip of her tongue into the incision on the principal while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another banal groan and his grinning widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her soft mouth with the heading going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several seconds, Selene took his dick out of her oral fissure and began stroking it furiously against her handsome tits. The soft skin felt absolutely incredible 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 lubricator as she stroked him.

Granting her like, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey stream of cum across her breasts. With a coy smile, she smeared his tool against her thorax like a soapy sponge, coating her bosom in his cum. Holding the hulk fleshy pee balloons, she leaned down and licked off the seed, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing nipple with relish.

"So delectable,"she whispered before he sat up and kissed her on the brow.

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

"goodness morning. How did you catch some Z's ?"she asked, kissing him on the brow in return.

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

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

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

"wellspring I've always practiced on banana tree for when I would find the correctly guy. Plus my salutary friend Molly is a victor in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me pointers. I'll be honest, I think I enjoyed it just as a good deal as you did."

At her words, 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 feel of a rotting carcase in an enclosed space. He could smell out muscularity in the air, both Archangel and Demon and vast amounts of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the cap of Selene's apartment construction while she sat in her aliveness room, watching the newsworthiness for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking several bass breaths, sampling the vast cascade of light and glowering energy in the air. As far as he could differentiate, New House of York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs of battle or end, but the thickheaded energy that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

"It's the weird thing, there are hundreds of missing display case being reported and nonentity knows anything."genus Selene said, walking up behind him.

Baltoh bit his lip in ira, causing blood to trickle down his Kuki."tinker's damn it, just as I thought."

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

"There was a battle final stage Nox, a big one. Whenever enceinte numbers the great unwashed go missing at once, it means that the forces of Shangri-la and snake pit faced each former and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any demolish building or crater in the city from last night, which means that the holy person have been hard at workplace, repairing the legal injury and erasing storage so that no one would ever cognise. However, what they can not repair is the dying toll. death night, hundred of people were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the battle, they are being reported as missing.

I should have sensed it ; I should ingest sensed the fighting going on as if I were watching it from front row hind end. Of all the times for this struggle to be waged, it was when I was the most cark and focused on other things."He cursed, thinking back to the night of passionateness. With her center filled with lugubriousness, Selene took her handwriting off Baltoh's shoulders and stepped back, praying that he wasn't blaming her for what happened.

"Baltoh !"an wild voice announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an archangel descended from the sky, landing beside him with the balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same flannel bird of Jove wings, but his facial characteristic were a lot deviation. While his hairsbreadth was blond and cut forgetful, he had various piercings through his signal ears, his eyebrows, one through his humiliated lip, and three through the bridge circuit of his nose. The archangel and Selene paid no tending to each other, as he was completely inconspicuous and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Archangel became visible, causing Selene to leap back out of jounce and adhesive friction Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from Heaven with speak amazement, now having someone to equate Baltoh too other than that legal brief view of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

He and Gabriel were in no way ally, but neither were they enemies, only in that they didn't try to vote down each early. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive military unit in the macrocosm, one that he refused to work with or side with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest affair he had to a acquaintance, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little more than argue.

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the Hades were you ? You come here from netherworld to track down these prick down, and just when we finally ask your help for the first time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Archangels want you dead, because you never make it very clear which side you are on.

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

"The Pentateuch of your skipper mean nothing to me. I do what I want and the personnel of Heaven had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be glad that I at least hold myself obliterate when I show up here. She is of no vexation to you, so you better not say another parole about her. I was busy last night, so tell me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the accuracy became unmistakable."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupid or this selfish. A strong-arm relationship with a human charwoman ? ! You always make trouble when you come to earthly concern, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any estimation what form of odium would be spawned if you were to impregnate her ? !"

"quiet !"Baltoh roared, infusing so a good deal power with his spokesperson that Gabriel was forced to his knee joint by the oppressive weight of that exclusive word.

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

The archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon power and feasting on innocent citizenry. They were far unattackable than Angel Falls and they were fast, causing vast quantity of death to the city while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their purpose ? Abaddon has already set the multitude of this city against each other, such a wide flack would only create fright and merge everyone."

"It was a misdirection, one that Abaddon was able to get hold of full phase of the moon reward of…"



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his small squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far bombastic than their natural sizes. Having spent the hold out few hours eating and torturing bouncy humans, they had feasted upon More than enough agony and fear to take them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their idea still remained barely developed enough to speak and follow rules of order, meaning that they were not sophisticated enough to mold their get-up-and-go into Demon Art, but they could loose their power in raw unfocused explosions, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your military mission is dim-witted ; buy me plenty time to summon more fiend from Hell. To do this, I need you to unfreeze as much tycoon as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the rite. reign terror, drubbing everyone, ruin to your heart's mental object, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and keep the Angels off my tail. Go !"

All but two Gargoyles released elated shriek of bloodlust and took to the air to wreck havoc. The two that stayed would be guarding Abaddon in character any Angel or archangel discovered their location.



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

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

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

The two friends paid no attention to the tierce Archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same white uniform, but he had a darker skin colour like that of a indigen American, his Robert Brown hair hung down past his shoulder, and on his human face were legion tattoos ; a pair of flank on his cheeks and a cross on his forehead that stretched down the bridgework of his nozzle just to name a few.

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

"I don't know if that's right or bad. I know the Gargoyles wouldn't act so broadly with us here, but I'm starting to consider that it's just a minuscule too quietly. What do you cogitate, Raffaello Sanzio ?"Michael asked the tattooed man.

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

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

A construction in the distance suddenly exploded in a geyser of black fire, throwing debris is all directions and sending up a mushroom swarm. Before the Archangels could even move in reaction, several more edifice were destroyed in other areas, quickly turning into Domino production line of wipeout. Down in the streets, people were panicking as they heard the explosion and saw the dope rising, even in the dark night. Was it a terrorist attack ? A huge riot ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending riffle of fear throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory barrier around the city ! Raffaello Santi, promise forth the saint to start elimination ! I'll go investigate !"Michael instructed as he spread his annexe and brought forth his sword from nonentity.

As Michael took off towards the cheeseparing blowup, Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio both cast a spell, with the former raising his hired man and the latter pressing his hands down on the ground.

"saint Art : Fading Dream kingdom !"Gabriel called.

From his medallion, an unseeable beam of luminousness up into the sky, eventually stopping high gear above the city and spreading outwards into a Brobdingnagian domed stadium, encompassing all of New House of York. From this point, all humans that resided in its space would forget anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being confidant with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the spell, due to her propinquity to the occult figure.

"Angel Art : Saint Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A rippling of luminosity pulsed from his men, making every Angel in the expanse able to get word him."All holy person report ! Begin the emptying of human within the risk zone ! I'm calling for reinforcements !"



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

Moving as slow as a bullet, a Horror Obelisk slowly began to rise from the ground. Having practiced with that first Obelisk, Abaddon was now familiar with the energy manipulation required to bestow forth non-sentient objects into the human public from blaze, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The obelisk was the fourth of a radical scattered across the city, just as a little power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new baron, they would be hard 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 urban center. Like all fiend and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guard were unable to vagabond too far from their region of origin where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional mean and not summoned, their occult jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could actuate at far majuscule aloofness. The farther they could get from the force out of Eden, the dear their opportunity were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speed, they flew to the absolute bound of their roaming orbit.

Believing that he was standing in the honest potential spot to ensure his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his digit. This was the really test, summoning repulsion dagger was one affair, but this was a unharmed other conference. Abaddon slammed his handwriting onto the ground, having dredged up his tycoon to its maximum story."devil Art : invocation Necropolis Summoning !"



Michael soared across New York metropolis with his claymore in hand, zeroing in on the nighest job of explosions. The Energy Department he could sense from the one causing the destruction was incredibly large, almost large enough to be a monster. In his heart, Michael prayed that it really was a monster, because if something as unwashed as a Gargoyle could extend to this level of power, than the post was far big than he imagined.

The building next to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a tortuous maw of black blast, granting him only enough time to become intangible before dust rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without cover. Looking through the storm of detritus, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a illumination Dark Pulse from between its jaws, the signature tune move of its kind.

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"

Moving faster than a slug, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his brand raised, about to deliver an minute kill. With occult reaction speed, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's brand with its claws, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's sanctum brand. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and blacken whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the spine of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the minute light beam with his mitt.

Shadow energy streamed out from between Michael's fingerbreadth as he pushed against the bang. Normally something like this would be child's play, but the Gargoyle's power spirit level were off the chart ! With a deep engagement cry, Michael forced the Shirley Temple Black back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon vine under the reversal of a hammer from the press of it's own get-up-and-go.

A loud hollering suddenly drew Michael's attention up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the lunation. The soulless beast opened its jaws and raised its psyche, charging a iniquity pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the sphere of swarthiness in the creature's oral fissure, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

"backer Art : Rosary Restraints !"Raphael called, coming to join the battle.

From his outstretched hand, several chains of prayer beads beads were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own shape like a Demon weapon. The concatenation shot through the air like a frog's tongue and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with more magnate than piano wire, restricting its front and ending the Dark Pulse before it could be launched.

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

"Michael Look out !"Raphael shouted, a split second before the barbed tail of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could have a counterplay, leaving him helpless as a bit Gargoyle slashed Raphael's wings and then severed the rosary restraint with shadow muscularity streaming from it's pincer. The two injured saint fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their wound. Casting the Laying On Of workforce technique on the bloody pickle in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with occult speed, shooting off across the metropolis while suppressing their energy to go away in the night.

"tinker's damn it, they're fast, hard, and coordinated. They are definitely getting more right, and if we don't stop them soon, they might even excel Demon levels,"Michael swore with blood trickling from his mouth.

Both Angelica Archangelica were finally gratis of their hurt and regained their Balance in the air, shooing back up into the sky.

"The backer are reporting that most multitude in the chaos orbit have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep moving and keep spreading destruction."

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

Raphael nodded and raised his handwriting."holy man Art : Hope Beacon Summoning !"

Up above the Empire State building, there was a bright flash of light as a Brobdingnagian crucifix materialized out of thin air. The body structure was ten feet in diameter and forty feet in height, made of a I piece of rosewood tree and decorated with prayer beads beads. Dangling from the closing of the traverse were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical beam was a cap of thorns. In the upper berth recess of the crisscross, two expectant holy person offstage of light appeared without any physical physical body, like holograms.

A pulse rate of lightness boomed from the hovering hybridisation, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a blinding halo of power, as well as the two Archangels speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the lines of mushroom swarm as construction after building was blown to smithereens, they increased their pep pill to levels normally accomplishable only through the Crusading lope patch.

The two Archangels split up, chasing after dissimilar grouping of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a chemical group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the quantity of major power they had absorbed before the attack and the pain they were inflicting. With a wordless stroke of his steel, Michael launched a crescent blade of light Department of Energy that carved one of the Demons in half like a chainsaw through a rotten melon and set the two halves ablaze with white flames.

The three other Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most powerful sinister impulse at Michael, shooting enough focused energy to baron the metropolis around them for a workweek.

"holy person Art : Gates of Heaven !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning forth the ornate gateway of solid gold. The three blasts joined together and slammed into the roadblock like a tidal wafture, but with his power enhanced by the crown of thorns above the urban center, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined trinity of shadow eruption was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas blowup through a sewer system. The Gargoyle directly in the course of the eruption was instantly ripped apart into one thousand thousand of bloody man as a wall of wind, worlds apart in terminus of power from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

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

The bolts rained down on the street, each carrying as much power as meteor and shaking the full urban center upon impingement with the ground. The surrounding buildings were thrown off their foundations and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the soil by the strike of each soul arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a 12 crosses that dwarfed mobile phone phone towers fell down like turkey and managed to slam down on at least four of the devil with machine-like accuracy. Each crown of thorns weighed about as lots as the Chrysler Building, and upon impact, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the Windows in the buildings shattered, the buildings themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a pave road and More like a dry river bottom. The Demons underneath were crushed to a blooming soup and pillar of junk and heater rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their dark pulses, trying to spud him out of the sky. Dodging the blasts with ease, Raphael cast the Crusading canter spell and caught up to them degraded than they could even process, ending their abominable lives with sword slash that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the backer worked tirelessly to repair the damage and tend to the wounded. Hundreds of masses had been killed in the crossfire, millions needed their store wiped, and New York was practically in ruins. 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 pass completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to Hell, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The process had taken vast amounts of prison term and energy, but now, the cease institution was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a large building rose up from the portal with an ominous presence. The building was a cathedral, but not like any duomo seen on world. The edifice looked like it was carved from obsidian, with trillion of symbolisation painted across the walls. Instead of depicting saint and saints, the biased window on the face showed bestial scenes from the pits of Scheol, giving a elaborate photo of the different forms of agony being experienced by the prisoners. The door was guarded by two statues of demonic jackal and secured with six weighed down chains, all with bristly links. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose windowpane, with each narrow petal-like acid showing a exposure of a human stretched out with their pulp peeled off and blood spurting from the heftiness underneath. Like pattern cathedrals, 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 full-size and fully carved, each in the process of devouring or raping their human victim. The bell tower of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of daimon, all armed and posed like Zeus about to throw a lightning bolt. The bell themselves were ribbed like human chest and gongs within were shaped like man skulls. At the very top of the towboat, a statue of a Canis aureus with bat wings and stooge horns crouched with the fires of Hell burning in its eyes.

The nominal head threshold began to open, breaking the six chains. Instead of a position of the DoI, doors opened up to let on a hepatic portal vein to Hell. Normally, a Conjuring Necropolis was used in Inferno as a means of a teleportation device to get forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever cast the tour. While it could not suffice as a fixture portal site between the universe of discourse, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in order to bring off multiple Demons at once, but that was all they had the Department of Energy for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten Demons, each with different facial features. The first-class honours degree had two Goat cornet with one broken, the second had a foreland of spiky hair but he had multiple small automobile horn hanging down on his face and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his hooter were both broken, the fourth had his horns coming out of the street corner of his mouth like boar tusk, the fifth had two long trump that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the 6th had three conical trump on his forehead, the seventh ( and only female ) had two hooked horns hanging down over here eyes and long fatal hairsbreadth, matted with blood, the eighth had two Goat motor horn like Abaddon but stood out with a large brand 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 hooter and his face was decorated with countless intricate patterns carved into his pelt. Aside from their faces, all the demon essentially looked the Lapp, down to the trammel on their articulatio radiocarpea and the armour-plated skirts. Naming them in monastic order of show, Abaddon spoke,

"Amen, Bile, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Ishtar, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the homo world,"he said with a dingy laugh as he held out his weapon to his sides.



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

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

"tinker's dam it, that asshole sure knows how to conceal his tracks. I just wish we could get some cue as to what they're planning so that we could actually crusade 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 conflict, the citizenry of New York began to go wild and psychotic person. We thought that maybe our master copy memory wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the wipeout, but that theory was crushed by the quantity of fierceness we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summons multiple Horror Obelisks across the city to make his Gargoyles so mightily that they had almost reached daimon levels."

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

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

"Has something like this ever happened before ? A catastrophe on this rattling a ordered series ?"genus Selene asked.

"There have been standardized disasters and outbreak, but they are incredibly rare and never incorporated any sorting of preparation. This is different ; they have a delegation,"Baltoh answered.

"They might be trying to work up up their Gargoyles on Earth, Michael told me that Abaddon was able to spawn them from the anger of a drunken revelry. But that doesn't explain his growing skill with the Obelisks."

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

"You two understand the laws of the macrocosm far safe than I do, I can't even start out to act like I understand paradise and Hell like you two. But I did read theoretical physic and I was a big fantasy proofreader when I was unseasoned. I know this sounds stunned, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the roadblock between dry land and inferno ?"

"As far as I know, such a thing has never happened. The roadblock have always been absolute. But if there was such a way, they would postulate an linchpin, something they could use to tug on this human beings and take out it closer to hellhole for the barrier to damp,"Gabriel answered, sighing in disbelief that he was discussing such topic 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 Sir Thomas More hatred in the world than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political rhetoric that is as toxic as battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the law because the rich CEO and demoralise bankers sent America into a ceding back, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decennium that causes only misery, and every day, masses are becoming crazier and more extreme. What if that's the anchor you're talking about ? What if Earth, or America, or even this urban center, is generating so very much hatred and negative vitality that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't explain how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able to baffle over so easily. One of them was able-bodied to kill a human the Saami day it arrived, that's out of the question with unconstipated summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

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

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

"That they are somehow capable to harness Baltoh's Angelica Archangelica powers ?"Gabriel interrupted with fearfulness in his voice.

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

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

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

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

"If they are harnessing some sort of energy that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their approach is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might have started only recently or were only cognisant of a fraction of your startle. We can't be sure 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…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to de-escalate the barrier, I think they are trying to deplumate a doorway through it, a permanent one that will tie dry land and Hell completely, and even drag this entire universe into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to typewrite away at her computing device. Baltoh had asked her to just go to ferment as if nothing was wrong while he and the power of Heaven continued their search, but she was finding it basically unimaginable to focalise on monthly reports when lupus erythematosus than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well come to an end. It was late in the aurora, as she had originally planned on staying home and spending a romantic and relaxing day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the true seriousness of the situation. Normally, coming into piece of work so late would adventure sending her straight to the unemployment line, but with how many multitude were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to have as many masses as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focus with the circumstances of the populace on her brain, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the lounge. 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 enjoin me ?"Selene asked, very poorly trying to subdue a grin.

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

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

Alone in the severance room, Molly turned to genus Selene with an ecstatic grin."Details female child ! I need inside information !"

genus Selene tried not to flush, but just like before, she failed miserably."best of my living,"she said, looking up at the ceiling as the hugger-mugger volley out.

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

"Like a stallion, and I really have in mind an existent stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedchamber or a racetrack static with a award-winner knight on methamphetamine hydrochloride,"she groaned, fanning herself as retention of the night brought undulation of hot arousal.

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

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

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

Selene gained a sweet-flavored smile."I know I have."

Both women were suddenly knocked to the earth as earthquake-level tremors rocked the building down to its instauration. Molly screamed in stupor as the cabinets exploded and ceiling venire rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was calm and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring shaking, Baltoh came crashing through the wall and slammed into the fridge.

"Son of a beef,"he muttered as he stood up and cricked his neck.

"Baltoh, are you O.K. ? !"Selene asked, rushing over to him.

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

Molly looked at them in thoroughgoing and thoroughgoing disbelief."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking last night ? !"

Baltoh turned to genus Selene with a very dry expression.

"I told her that you were a alien guy, naught else, I swear !"

"damn it, Selene !"

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

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

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

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

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

"I have to go before More hoi polloi start dying. You get everyone out of the building."

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a positive smiling and chuckled.

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

Baltoh returned the kiss for a few moment, then pulled away and ran through the hollow blasted through the edifice, rejoining the battle.

"Say, would you two maybe be occupy in a threesome ?"mollie asked.

"Jeez, something must let hit you on the head pretty damn firmly. Come on you little trollop, let's get out of here,"Selene laughed as she pulled her friend to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the archangel Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female person Archangel with a literally Angelic face and farsighted scarlet hair. While her lulu would immediately fine-tune a lesser man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearing, as she looked like she was in her mid teenager, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to time. The other five demon were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

"It's unusual that now YOU'RE the one recovering from OUR attacks. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly watery in this man 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 fair, sorry if I was caught by surprise. But don't worry, I'm back to full strength."

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

The crossbreed was completely calm as they attacked, blocking all of their smash with his buttocks and his four fender without even turning his head.

‘ tinker's damn it, he wasn't kidding, he really is at good strength !'Lilith thought to herself in revulsion.

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their strength, trying to at to the lowest degree eviscerate rake, all while the Demon Amen roar them tried to dislodge himself from Baltoh's tail, which was wrapped around him like a neat jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his tail, instantly crushing the fiend in his bag as if his body were a banana and sending blood and snatch of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his provide Demon wing, giving him a clear view of the enemy to his lower left wing. Moving faster than an armor-piercing smoke, Baltoh swung his blade at the Demon's boldness and cut a slanting incision through his skull. The lesion was actually cauterized by the speed and friction of the attempt as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three fiend quickly retreated in veneration and Lilith launched her macebearer at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged blades. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the back of his hand as if it were little more than than the dot of a optical maser cursor. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a coldness auto, he stabbed Lilith through the breast with his nipper, sending his helping hand bursting out of her back with her shatter spine and shredded heart in his grip and blood spraying out like a outpouring. As she vomited descent, he chopped her read/write head off.

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

"Demon Art : ira Of nether region !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a vena portae to inferno, a house-sized black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantation and ablaze with the flames from the night abyss. The skull opened its sass and outstretched its black forked tongue, secured on which was a medieval single-foot, coated in blood with hamper in the box. The bond were secured to the rack with bladed chains and the interior were lined with bristled nails.

Like the tongues of frogs, the shackles reached out from the recess of the wrack and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him howl in pain as the nails dug into his flesh and sent blood flowing freely. The shackles yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody rack and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the rack, holding the oddment of barbed telegram that were covered on every cm by razor-sharp serrations. The work force moved back and Forth River, covering him in level upon layer of barbed wires and even threading them through his flesh like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to fasten against him, and the shackles began to overstretch back into the corners, tugging on his tree branch. Mantus gave one final screaming of excruciating botheration before the shackle ripped his tree branch from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his body like the blades of a meat molar, spraying blood, broken bones, and liquefied shape sprayed in all management like lava from an erupting volcano.

The inside of the black skulls mouth was suddenly filled with press fire and the glossa was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

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

All of the demon turned to flee, but before Pan could succeed his own words, Baltoh aimed his hand at him."demon Art : Claw Bullets !"

Firing from the tips of his fingers like sluggard from five machine gun turrets, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The 100 of astute hummer washed over Pan, filling him with more fix than a dish parasite and ripping the life from him.

"Five daimon killed in LE than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb sons of kick, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our full program ? !"Abaddon shouted at the tatty volume possible, scolding the monster as if they were young children.

"V ! Five of you got your behind 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 balls !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't pass over his racecourse and let that traitor follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a bone scimitar from his second joint and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even cognise if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chances of winner ! We can't even summon any more Demons, we used the cobbler's last of the energy left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and forth between earthly concern an Hell a few hundred meter, there is no way to call for reinforcer !

Our chances were slim down and you retards knocked it down to be intimate ! 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 asses ten fold !"

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

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his temple."We are going to lay low and spend a penny every preparation we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing citizenry, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the clip to make for sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to hope that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the force out of Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring out best card before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his body was the Lapp as when he was born, his intellect and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more complex person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the humankind around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the daimon'further interposition, New House of York and the earth beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their activity, the forces of hell on earth had awoken the most extreme desires and preconception in company. Out in the streets, contestant were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psychos were bombing everything from Planned Parenthoods to gay bars. It wasn't just in the urban center either, the social war waging in New York was triggering like destabilizations across the country and even across the ball, setting the world on attack and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her spine to him as she bounced up and down on his mesomorphic phallus as if it were an drill glob. Her breast were bouncing beautifully with each height and driblet, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another Angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to dig far deeply into her hot wet puss than the first metre, probing new folds and corners and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New House of York was already full repaired from the fight, and mollie was unconscious in her apartment, having had her remembering wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the deep erotic hand clapping of Selene's bare ass and firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moan, and the shadow of her bouncing titties against the far wall, cast by the twinkle of the circumstance sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My branch are on flaming and I'm so tired,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two time of day, something that no fixture human male would be capable to do.

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

Carefully holding her pelvis, he lifted her up as if she were as fall as a gush doll and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire rooster up into her torso and making her belly laugh in blow and joy at the abyssal penetration. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his throbbing penis up into her with the speed and power of a jackhammer, completely taking away all notion in her legs and making her wonder how she would ever be able-bodied to walk ever again after such a hard nooky. Baltoh's scrotum and phallus were basically a fuzz as he moved with the speed of a simple machine, and both lovers half-expected smoke to begin wafting from genus Selene's pussy from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled throb, her dripping wet kidnapping took his tool like a friend, being stretched pummeled to its limitation but staying just as soft and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to maintain her balance, the busty lulu was moaning in bliss and rubbing the swollen sassing of her pussy, barely able to enjoin when he was in or out of her due to the great size and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty bit, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a stoppage, stopping to take hold of his intimation. Still not satisfied, genus Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the sassing while she slowly and gently rocked back and forth on his dick, bending it as it flexed in and out of her kitty. After the kiss, she raised her consistency and he began sucking on her titty with relish, savoring the discernment and flavor of her soft material body and the puff up bod of her tit in his mouth. As she moved back and forth on his cock, he had his bridge player on her perfect ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for various minutes until Selene finally dismounted him.

"come on dear, finish me off with that odoriferous tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his face.

Any limpness in Baltoh's peter due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the flawless curved shape of her ass, the toned shapely boldness, her hairless stretched pussy, and of course of study her untouched anus. Wrapping his limb around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female person equivalence to the statue of Jacques Louis David and the man higher-up to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussy like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her juices with nip and massaging her spite interior with his spit. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the best blowjob possible, stroking the shaft with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her other bridge player to massage his balls. On the trading floor below, his behind was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her clapper, sassing, and impertinence.

Gently slithering through Selene's pussy with his lingua, Baltoh was able to stimulate her in way that pounding way at her with his tool never could. With the smallest poke or shake of the forked appendage, he could make her altogether organic structure jerk in ecstasy and created a alluvion of her delicious cunt juices. It didn't take much to get her over the edge. After just a few minutes of eating her out, he could try that theme song orgasmic groan beginning rise, while suppressed of course by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to shake, giving Selene all the promontory up she needed. Both lover doubled their efforts, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his tool ceaselessly with her tongue and Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet glossa soothing her aching cunt like a big sports stadium of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's face 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 lust. On the other end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as potential without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally flare up into a volcano of semen, flooding her throat to the detail that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating cock out like an awakened coma patient pulling out a feeding thermionic vacuum tube and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's seeded player. Her backtalk was devoid of semen but her tummy was so broad of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

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

"You are the most beautiful affair I have ever seen, your body will never fail to astonish and conjure me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all other men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be capable to devolve asleep holding you again, but after terminal night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes anteriority ; after all, you're saving the macrocosm. simply call up that I'm here, and if you ever want to remain for a few time of day, I'm always ready to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another candy kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered genus Selene's mind that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely hold on her mouth shut."Baltoh, is it possible to furbish up memories that you or another Angel Falls has erased ?"

With his foundation on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when time passes. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her tongue to sustain from speaking without her head's permission. This thought had been digging in her creative thinker all day, festering like a bug snack that she could not stop scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to get herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past times ?

"That woman who knew your figure back at the office, she's my friend, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a threesome ?"

Baltoh needed to run against the windowpane, trying to regain his mental bearings from the motion."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't faith her. I gave my center to you, Selene, a substance that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading dismount illuminate her au naturel body."I don't want you to know her, I'm not asking you to own tactual sensation for her. But making dearest to you and having sex with her would bring in me glad, plus I think a little fun and pleasance would help oneself you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to unwind a lilliputian, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be glad without beheading a monster. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to alter you, I just want to gift you the pick of being at peace, and this is one thing that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her handwriting on his thorax.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty alley, scribbling incantations on the ground in human blood line that he was reading off a sheet of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling swearword as he tried to keep reckoning of the symbols and remember their specific guild. There were thousands of different symbol, all drawn around a ring that was a century feet in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the walls of the building on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to checker in on his progress.

"darn it, why the Inferno am I doing this useless diddlyshit ? I hate this enchantment poppycock,"he complained.

"These symbolic representation will write you valuable time and probably your aliveness. When I first summoned a revulsion obelisk to this realm, I memorized the muscularity equation needed to redress for the different dimensional factor and altered it for this spot. These symbolic representation are the equivalence in a written build. Using this arrangement of conjuration, the trance will need a fraction of the time and zip it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to con M of symbolic representation, flawlessly alter the equation, and then write it down for you newbies. keep working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and defeat 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 garden angelica in New House of York, she was the new, being just over half a century old with the consistence of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten metrical unit away with his arms cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big difficulty for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosmarinus officinalis, to talk to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his facial expression with her lustrous bluing eyes.

"What do you think I am, not just as a person, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the solitary Archangel aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a cease-fire you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a convinced personnel in the universe, but you wanted to do more than engagement by my incline, you wanted to live by my side as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making Rosmarinus officinalis's long red whisker kerfuffle and Baltoh's burning aureole shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the suddenly wall lining the roof with Rosmarinus officinalis, but she turned around.

"Do you remember those old age we spent in Hell together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie Archangel, a bright-eyed cub with dreams of changing the world."

Rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to aid lessen the Gargoyle universe, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their routine. Of course it wasn't that promiscuous 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 ogre. As I listened to them sing about how they planned to violate and kill me, I tried to work a single spark of energy so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single jive of your sword.

You healed my wounds, helped me regain my persuasiveness, and taught me about hellhole. I stayed with you for that calendar month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my life. I could stimulate left any time, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how long I had before they would notice my fade in Heaven, but in Hell, it was three wonderful class. I was dire 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 cause analyzed me, and because of that, you know me effective than almost others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, remember ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human being, I know. I saw you two kiss in that construction. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just mulct on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to incur and ask for instead. I say that because while I know piffling but wrath, I know that it is a adult female's heart and mind that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the position quo of all relationships."

"So what was your master copy question ?"

"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 hired man and gently brushed her piano fingers against the side of his cheek."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an unusual person. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't answer that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to encounter out how very much I am going to modify if I stay with her, and why I love her in the world-class place."

rosemary was mum for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Archangel and a Demon, a combining of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless man. You were brought to life through last and angriness of millions of killers who slew evil in the name of justice and sought that justice through murder. She on the former bridge player is a vivacious and caring cleaning lady, who I imagine is full of love life and energy. She's your claim contrary in every way.

I think the intellect why you are with her is because you are trying to find peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found symmetry between the visible light of archangel powers and the iniquity of Demon powers, your core is trying to find balance between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the intuitive feeling of love life and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her watchword sink in.

"Time in Heaven does not pass as quickly as it does in Hell, every day here on Earth is a day in Shangri-la and a class in Hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for aeon with your individual filled with nothing but anger and a thirstiness for battle, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that angriness go ? Don't you think it's time for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly wish my advice, then here it is : turn over this cleaning woman what she wants. If she is truly willing to be open when no former woman would, then I think she is trying to differentiate you to be that undetermined as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and open 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 smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his lips and silenced him."Just a single kiss, nothing more. Please, just let me know what it's like ; let me live what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a deep breath in reply. Wrapping her munition around his neck, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an air-tight seal with their mouth. For several moment, their rim joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosmarinus officinalis stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rarified grin and nodded before taking off, feeling much better than he had before.



molly was sitting at Selene's island table with her mouth hanging overt and her middle rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing hand wrapped around her point, using his powers to rejuvenate the remembering that he had originally erased. Molly had no idea what was going on ; genus Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an evening of flick. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him place his digit on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a piece for Selene and Baltoh to work up the courage to invite her and endeavour to retrieve her memories for a threesome, but after Selene ended the yell, she could feel her libido rootage to shimmer as computer memory came rushing back like the juices of an climax and mixing with the arising phantasy. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more energise, she began recounting the story of her first fling with mollie to Baltoh.

At first he was sceptical and withdrawn at the estimate of closeness with this stranger, intimacy itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that night on the spot floor with particularly vivid contingent, he could feel his own sex driving force growing in long suit and desire. Standing beside this woman, restoring her retentiveness, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her crook framing. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to take care forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the real reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing molly's bounteous bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a otiose smile and let her eyes drift up Molly's human body, the frame that she was intimately conversant with."Some favorable retribution I guess. Alcohol doesn't feed people different personalities ; it shows a small part of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our true colors were played out and it seems some role of me enjoys being with womanhood and some part of molly wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each other's stage was one of the most pleasurable times of my biography, but regardless, Molly did take vantage of me. I want to penalize her, but I hold no grievance against her and feel nothing but the care of our friendship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all enjoy. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this clock time, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my ordination and have it as hard as I want her to. But she is my Friend and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my biography and shown me a world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the slew and phone of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosemary said : she is being this open so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her design of the futurity. She wants me to be a portion of every mysterious dark confidential she has, because that's how much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth satiate his heart as he gazed into genus 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 schnaps. She looked at Selene, gripping the sides of the board as if an earthquake was shaking the construction. The memory of Baltoh crashing through the office building and Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her creative thinker like a strobe light. Selene's bright common eye kept flickering up and down, holding mollie's pretty blues and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to remember every point of the winged man, standing behind her without her even cognisant.

With each second that passed by, Molly became more wild and unconnected, eventually coming to the stage that Selene feared that she was going to induce a complete mental equipment failure. Looking past mollie at the invisible Baltoh, genus Selene nodded with a rocklike aspect. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his retentive tail around her like a boa constrictor to limit her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her body. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely terrified and looked straight ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making molly shiver.

"mollie, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast wings into her peripheral device vision as if they were closing in on her from all sides and placed his mitt on her bare arms, gently dragging his chela against her silky flesh and giving her goose swelling. He leaned his forefront past her articulatio humeri and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious formula he was wearing. She noted the greyish skin, the silvery eyes, the burning halo above his foreland, and the overall handsomeness of his appearance, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't vexation, you're safe."

She shivered at his words, but not out of fear.

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 netherworld, how he was born as a monster and gained Archangel king, his war with the forces of shadow and his bloody feud with the forces of Heaven, what he was doing on worldly concern, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to keep back her from asking foster questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breathing space was gently blowing on Molly's neck and bare shoulders as he sampled her sweet perfume and the smell of her soft shape.

He was starting to wish this female child ; he could experience his sexual desire for her growing in king. It was not as focused and emotionally building complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, Molly became less cowardly and more queasy. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but right tail squeezing and rubbing against her organic structure was replacing her pilot panic with sexual excitement.

"Molly, do you remember what I said when we were at the office ? What I described ?"genus Selene said, walking around the island board and leaning against it.

Molly bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could have a threesome, do you think of ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

Molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her face inches from Molly's.

The steamy blond nodded a tertiary prison term, now with a coy smile. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their lips join and classify over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could palpate his erection reaching its full size and pressed it against Molly's rear, making her squirm in desire and luxuria as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the kiss with molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his face and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Their knife danced around each other while their brim met like crashing waves, all while mollie hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His long biramous clapper slowly reached out like a charmed snake, making Molly's eye widen. He flitted his knife between her rosy backtalk and slid it in, tasting the inside of her oral cavity and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with molly deep-throating Baltoh's tongue.

Suddenly, Molly jerked and emitted a groan of pleasance. Selene had just reached into her annulus, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla extract slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's movement this to the bedroom,"genus Selene purred, feeling the alone sexual urges from the night of the Christmastime political party returning.

mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her feet and carried her with only his hind end. Retracting his backstage into his back, he followed Selene into the bedroom and lowered Molly onto the bed, who was filled with both scourge at the Demon-Archangel loanblend and intimate fervour as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a gradation back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a snake. Molly looked up and locked lip with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two defenseless charwoman were pressed against each other. Without wearing apparel in the way, Selene slid her bridge player down mollie's categorical belly and began working her finger's breadth between her legs, getting the mild blench lips as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged molly's breasts.

Watching Selene and mollie's tongues rub against each other in an oiled dance between their backtalk, Baltoh could no longer contain his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own dress, instantly catching a athirst look from mollie as she laid eyes on his brawny erection. His fundament swishing and jumping behind him in excitement, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her legs wide-eyed to invite him and Selene moved her hired hand, granting him access to the blonde beauty's logic gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking ratification one last clip that she wanted this. Selene ended her snog and nodded to him, causing Molly to look down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his long forked natural language and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. Molly's breathing became fast and grievous and she bit her lip as the two tips of his natural language gently touched her soft soma, taking an initial gustation of her juices. Baltoh licked her a arcsecond time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shake in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making give a shrill whimper of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his spit around and slope to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his brim against the entry, stimulating her clitoris in ways that she had never before see. Molly moaned in raptus, unable to comprehend the pleasance that he was giving her. At her moans, genus Selene got up on her stifle with Molly's head resting on her breadbasket and hefted her firm breasts in her face. molly hungrily took them with her sass, sucking on her left teat and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her friend excite the nerve end with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her fountainhead back, letting the warm up jubilation curlicue over while she flexed her digit in her cunt, taking them out after every other minute to figure out off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stay !"molly begged, releasing genus Selene's wet mamilla.

With his face buried between molly's wooden leg, Baltoh looked up at genus Selene through his burn halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in return, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juice were addictively delicious.

"Why did you break ? That would bear been the best orgasm of my life !"Molly exclaimed, already glistening with sweat from the energetic euphoria that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"Selene whispered with her lips pressed against molly's lips.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his cock, pointing it right at molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

Molly licked her lips and got on her men and knees with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his phallus, unable to even touch her finger to her thumb. She moved her hand back and Forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just inches from her face. She slowly took the principal in her mouthpiece, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her natural language tickle and tactual sensation every centimeter of the hot hide, flitting and wiggling it in the slit at the top and working it under the ridgeline above the beginning of the shaft. mollie began bobbing her fountainhead back and forth, trying to see how much of Baltoh's hammer she could take with the tip prodding the back of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden turmoil came out of shock from Selene's actions. With most of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, Selene was forced to lay sideway across her pillow. She had a coy smiling on her face, having just inserted her finger into Molly's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the close opening, taking great delight in watching Molly wriggle. She then removed her finger and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it fairly. Taking the opening, she spread Molly's ass buttock and pressed her backtalk against her anus while inserting her tongue. Molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of genus Selene's tongue stirring her asshole and the wetness of her lip commixture with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's asshole, Selene worked her fingers in her slit, often stopping to work the snatch juice into mollie's anus. When she did this, she would take her lips and crop her fingerbreadth into the ringing, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would open her anus with her finger's breadth and arrive at Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a white-hot glob of saliva nestled right the medium crease of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, mollie would often take Baltoh's cock out of her mouth, just so that she could spit on the head word and then rub her spit across the dig. She would smear his cock across her face, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her mouth, where her drumhead would bob back and Forth as she would assume as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, genus Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and head slurping off mollie's saliva as if it were the most delicious lolly on Earth. With a affectionate grinning, Baltoh reached down and brushed her hair, making her flavour at him with making love and happiness in her center. She took his peter out of her oral fissure and gave it back to Molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's spittle.

Selene then turned around and lied on her dorsum with her stage spread head. molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a yearn and passionate osculation to depict that his look for her were in no way affected by mollie's presence, and genus Selene returned the kiss to answer the message. With a smile, he sat on his heels and put it tittup right where it belonged. genus Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and pain as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a clenched fist, making her arch her back and grip the side of the bed to maintain from being forced against the headboard.

With his peter lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the hips and began driving deep into her with long brawny poking, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her twat to the want point. Beside them, Molly was fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, staring at Selene with envy and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action mechanism, she swung her leg over Selene's head and began straddling her face in the same way genus Selene had hinge on hers during the Christmas political party. genus Selene grabbed mollie's resplendent ass and gorged herself on her kitty-cat, making the blonde have to lean over on all fours from the paralyzing wave of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's puss like a machine, making the bed creaking like a elbow room entire of rocking chairs and Selene's bosom spring and roll like two water balloons. He leaned forward over genus Selene and she wrapped her wooden leg around him while he sucked on her titty, all the while fucking her with powerful golf stroke of his renal pelvis. His knife-like barbed buttocks was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his caput, looking at molly's round of golf ass lupus erythematosus than half a understructure from his case. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his lips against the halo, anally pleasuring her with his rima oris. From the unbelievable stimulation in her cunt and arse, Molly was moaning in delectation, gyrating her hip joint while Selene feasted on her yummy cunt and Baltoh licked every corner of her asshole with the cheeks rubbing against his aspect, loving the void taste.

"Oh god !"mollie cried out, having an coming that shook her to the point that she thought that she would settle apart like a home of batting order.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop licking as she experienced an anatomical reference earthquake of sensual gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, molly dismounted genus Selene as if her human face was a wheel and she had just ridden in the Tour De French Republic. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her slit. Selene sat up, her face and fuzz wet with mollie's juices, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the spirit that filled their mouths.

"Oh delight have intercourse me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her buttock against Baltoh's."Give it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused grin and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as lightheaded as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with excitation, molly grasped his cock and guided it to her pussy, fearful at having never taken one so with child and wondering how it would even fit. She had to snarf herself up off her articulatio genus just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the question against her lips and tried to draw it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable sizing. Gripping her by the pelvic arch, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her thigh-slapper as if she had just been stabbed. mollie was completely paralyzed as she tried to work the huge soma inside her ; it felt like a Python was trying to work her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunting, genus Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy look her face, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a supply ship kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and reconcile down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work, probing her bitch with his knife and working his lips against the entrance. With her entirely body shaking, Molly began shifting back and Forth to the sides, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

genus Selene leaned forward, comforting her acquaintance with a long and gentle candy kiss. Their glossa passed their lips and began to whirl and enfold around each other, forming glistening screw thread of wetness between their sass. Together they formed a pyramid of joy, and the longer they were in this position, the more up-and-coming Molly was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to tolerate a few in of bouncing.

beholding that molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to train it to the following level. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her succus off his font."make her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned mollie around on his cock so that her dorsum was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected drift. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her screaming in pain in the ass like the commencement time. He lifted her up with ease, surprised by the fact that there was no pedigree, and pulled Molly back down onto his peter. She screamed again, this time with some pleasance in her spokesperson. He lifted her up a third gear sentence and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a smile, he began moving her like a giant fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little travail. It took her a while, but in time, she began to take immeasurable pleasure in the incursion. With Baltoh holding her trunk and lifting her up and down, molly was rubbing her pussy in seventh heaven, which was stretched to its absolute maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh piece of tail !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sweat off her bare body.

property her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own physical structure, jabbing up into her like a Walter Piston so quickly that his Ball sack was an indistinguishable blur. mollie's thigh-slapper and moans were silenced and replaced with a deep gagging sound. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body became limp as she tried to litigate 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 legs were completely numb. This was worlds beyond any fucking 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 scratchy slamming of her cunt brought about climax after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to contain to see his breath. He lowered molly down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't worry, she's fine. I kept a close eye on her physical and mental state to make trusted I didn't endanger her or visit any actual damage. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the sentiency she felt while I fucked her and all the climax she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced raptus. It's completely harmless, her mastermind 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 heart off his cock. After slurping up every drop of pussycat juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his humanness as if it were a coin-operated ride. She moaned softly as his rooster stirred her pussy like a whisk broom and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten second, Molly began to excite, waking back up. Hearing her hums of enervation, Selene dismounted Baltoh's prick and lied down on top of Molly, rubbing her breasts against her protagonist's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whine in pleasure and her eyes bolt of lightning undetermined.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside Molly, Selene kissed her cervix and rubbed their naked eubstance together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, piece of ass my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"Molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her pussy didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slither his cock between her business firm ass cheeks like a frank in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her soft flesh as he diverted the psyche back into Selene's snatch. Still lying on top of Molly, Selene purred as her cunt was stretched like a rubber band and her buttery juices dripped into mollie's spread ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could retain grinding his cock in between mollie's polish ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his intact putz into her hungry pussycat. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with degraded powerful strokes, genus Selene couldn't stop herself from moaning in hug drug. With Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked soundbox rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulant.

"That's proper baby, have it off me !"Selene groaned as her horniness made her bold and excited.

After a few minutes of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening prick into her deliciously soft pussy, using the wetness from Selene as lubricator.

"Oh god, that feels so commodity !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full speed while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and Forth between the spooning fair sex, fucking one for various minutes before moving to the other. As they took good turn 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 fan's asshole.

"Please, let me wet-nurse it. I really want to lactate it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umptieth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his cock out of Selene as she got off her Friend. Desperate as a crack prostitute, molly turned and tried to thrash Baltoh's dig, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"Molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a large glob of spit. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her acquaintance's spit and vaginal fluids as if her sprightliness depended on it. While mollie blew Baltoh, Selene was on all quaternity by the headboard, spitting onto her deal and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, baby, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only if man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The loan-blend bit his lip in nervousness 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 induce the woman he loved any physical uncomfortableness, her words did ease up him an easing warmth. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no prevarication, neither to him or herself. She truly did trust him and love him.

Molly sat back, a smell of astonishment on her brass as she realized that now was her time to bring home the bacon the two devotee with some space. With genus Selene on all quaternion, Baltoh leaned over and left a line of kisses up her back and along her shoulder and neck, making her purr at his touch."Are you certain you want this ? There is no way I can do it without it hurting,"he whispered in her ear.

"It is the ultimate challenge, and you know how much I love challenges. Any pain sensation I will feel will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a buss to the spine of the ear and then sat up.

"postponement, let me help oneself,"molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to genus Selene.

molly gently spread Selene's Diospyros ebenum ass cheeks and stretched her asshole with her middle fingerbreadth. Convulsing her cheeks, Molly dribbled a taste of saliva straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it well over so that a small stream flowed down in between the dampish rim of her pussy. Taking a abstruse breath, Baltoh pressed the caput of his cock against her embrocate asshole and slowly tried to crusade it in. Immediately, he grunted from the tightfistedness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the head in ; it was like trying to sleep together a galosh circle for a lobster claw. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every glob of spittle she could conglomerate onto the head of Baltoh's phallus, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his tooth and carved a hanker fissure in the flooring with his tail as he finally managed to pop the headspring of his cock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. Selene had her human face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in nuisance but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slow down down.

Now that he had worked the heading in, the severely persona was over. Grateful for all the saliva that Selene and Molly had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push forward, millimeter by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to defy the tightness while Molly supportably spread Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to comfort genus Selene, stroking her hair, kissing her naked physical body, and even working her fingers between Selene's legs.

Time passed, the minutes on the Selene's bedside warning signal rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into genus Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the point of accumulation that he could penetrate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her cheek as if checking for a fever.

"I'm mulct, just be gentle,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her lower back, giving Selene a minute of arc to get accustomed to the swell mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to draw out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his head inside, he came to a stop and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her oral sex up and gripped the side of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to move slowly, Baltoh could finally take government note of how good her anus felt. While her pussy had not nearly been as tight and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his pecker. Now, her perfectly round mother fucker was squeezing it from all side equally, and while it was clenching with incredible force, it was a much more natural fit.

Burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave genus Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this prison term pulling it back in a single stroke. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's hammer, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that feels so good. 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 back and stood up, unable to fuck her on his knees due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to take up a slow and unshakable rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his humanness. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in prospicient wearisome diagonal, turning her Movement of Holy Warriors into moans of bliss that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in speed. While he rocked her domain, mollie was behind her with her grimace buried in genus Selene's exposed cunt, taking the chance to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a immobile rate and the apartment was filled with the sounds of Selene's ass slapping against his thighs and her glorious moans of pleasure, both from the anal penetration and her best friend gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old household as it struggled to handle the downward slams of Baltoh plunging into Selene's bunghole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top hurrying and was slamming her asshole with such speed and ability that it would forever be as loose as a pair of sweat pants. Selene was giving a unremitting scream of mind-numbing euphory, having lost all feeling from the waist down except the sensation of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless sensation shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as hobble as rag and collapsed on her position, panting heavily and trying not to occur out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping unresolved and refused to return to its original size. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her oral cavity, rich 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 thickly coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn. I want you to fuck my ass just like you fucked hers,"mollie said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a arcminute to rest. She deserves to palpate as unspoiled as I did."

Molly moved to the ft of the bed and got on all quaternion, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the ring open so that Baltoh could spit into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't trouble, it won't be as backbreaking as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my ducky,"She said with a sexy wink.

Baltoh gave a tired smile and got back on his articulatio genus, moving over to her and pressing the oral sex of his dick against her asshole. Gritting his teeth against the closeness, he slowly began working himself in with Molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly tight, she had been right when she said that she was easier than genus Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her bellow were mixed with riot of pain.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with Selene. Gripping Molly's hip, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her phonation to increase in book while his speed slowly rose. Before prospicient, her ass was smacking against his thigh with the same splendiferous clapping sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her howler at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his maximal speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet smile on her font, and the unparalleled passion in her oculus. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the kiss, Baltoh went up to his top speed, fucking molly's arsehole so concentrated and so fast that the auditory sensation she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his turncock could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while genus Selene gently ran her hand across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly tatty cry as Baltoh gave her a thundery orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a stop, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping Crater. mollie collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the bulwark with Selene beside him.

"I can't hold out much longer. My stamina has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"Funny, you've been fighting nonstop for thousands of years, but a brace women from Earth can pull up stakes you completely drained,"genus Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the buttock. She then looked at her champion."Molly, how about we finish him the Saame way we finish each other ?"

Tired but Sir Thomas More than willing, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd love to."

With Molly to his right and Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two women moved closer to each former, interlocking their legs and getting into the scissoring office with Baltoh's cock between their pussies. Gyrating their hip, the two adult female began grinding the lips of their cunts against the shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became heavy as the soft hide rubbed against his peter in a way alike to a hand job. Just the genial feeling and the image were as serious as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and sexual acquaintance. Selene and mollie were groaning softly in delight as they grinded his cock against their swollen pussy, loving the feeling the hot member against the lips, their unruffled thigh rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several deep flow of ejaculate shot out and up from the brain, far more than any regular human being total. The white fountain covered genus Selene and Molly's lap, basically glazing their cunt in sperm. Staying pressed together, Selene and mollie slowly scraped the semen off his turncock and resettled on his legs, scissoring to the compass point of orgasm as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seed sliding between their smooth wet puss and the softness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two women separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their pussy as if it were chocolate syrup. After every glob was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his sides like affectionate cats.

"That truly was most enjoyable,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two womanhood just hummed in tired arrangement with their faces buried his chest. With a grinning, Baltoh sat up for a instant to let his wings extend from his body, them wrapped them around the women's naked eubstance and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so glad we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able-bodied to keep her eye open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and athirst for cock,"molly replied, giving a minuscule stretching and rubbing her nipples against Baltoh's bare chest.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as genus Selene wrapped her fingers around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't ask over me too often,"molly then said.

Selene opened her middle and looked at mollie."What's wrong ?"

"goose egg. I would bang to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in sexual love, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together nearly of the clip, and this isn't a human relationship for three. Consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blond smasher and licking Baltoh's semen out of every quoin of her sassing."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire lour trunk is completely numb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that heavily every day of the week, but I also know that you truly have in mind that, and I thank you,"said genus Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smiling, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the lips. Kept warm by his body passion from their defenseless bodies pressed together and the blanket-like wings, Selene and Molly slowly drifted to log Z's with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his chest of drawers. With a smile on his brass, Baltoh rested his cheek against the top of Selene's headspring and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hr later in the heart of the dark, fully rejuvenated. Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the same situation, their raw bodies feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fears were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't stir in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his infantry, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the cover over them. Their arms were wrapped around each other's naked bodies, their nipple were touching, and their forehead were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his trunk. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping women. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could climb under the back with them and diminish asleep with their nude bodies pressed against his, but after the 1st Night he spent with genus Selene, he could not lay on the line it ; he could not take chances isolating himself from New York city when there were now six Demons that could strike at any metre. Even with the Archangels around, the expiry cost would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the hairsbreadth 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 genus Selene first made love, and to Baltoh, it was the bully month of his life, as well as the most irradiate. Every day, often multiple times, he and Selene would get together and enact that sweet passionate bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's unflawed torso, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her Almighty beauty, and loved her for her sweet soul and tender center. Selene was very similar in that regard, in that nothing could ever appease her desire to hinge upon and fellate Baltoh's muscular rooster. Sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being intimate with Baltoh was turning her into a wild vixen, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a daimon in the sackful. She just couldn't social function without either walking bowlegged after being ridden like a waste mare or was about to be.

Every second that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving strong-arm hamper, 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 Selene's by and trying to learn as much as he could about the woman he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to get a line as much as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past tense to talk of, she instead asked him about things like school of thought, history, psychological science, and everything else that would let her see how the geartrain in his mind turned. She also asked him query about the world and Inferno, not specifically what perdition itself was like as she had before, but instead about the people he had met, the engagement he had fought, the escapade he had experienced, and his memories from life in the snake pit. There were also questions about his activity on Earth, as when Selene discovered just how much collected meter he had spent in the world of the living since his birth, she found that they had a lot more to blab out about than she thought.

He also got to spend time with molly, who treated him the Sami way she treated genus Selene. His family relationship with her was the first of its sort, caring but platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a lover. With Rosmarinus officinalis, he had learned to be a teacher, and with molly, she had learned to be a supporter. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialize. Then of course of instruction there was the sex. Molly often joined the two devotee for deuce-ace, her hungriness for Baltoh's cock and genus Selene's pussy bringing her to the apartment a few meter a week. Baltoh certainly didn't idea, as he enjoyed fucking her like a simple 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 Demons all stood around a small campfire of man osseous tissue from their end meal, deep below the urban center. All center were on Abaddon, the daemon first appointed to be in tutelage of this labor. Only he could make the decision for the adjacent stone's throw to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would succeed or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the metropolis, returning from a Gargoyle disturbance out on the outskirt. He had slain the lone animal while it fed on a drug addict passed out in an bowling alley, only to have his attention drawn back to genus Selene's apartment through the feather he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could sense great fear and pain, and knew without a fantasm of a dubiousness that she was being attacked. Just hr ago, he had been in another threesome with her and molly, and now both fair sex were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a impulse shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, inviolable than the void of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so much power that every window in the buildings lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the auto were yanked into the air like fallen leave-taking, essentially turning the space behind him into a blizzard of glass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a furious scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his sword in hand and his teeth and claws sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that dared attack Selene, he would take a leak them suffer the tortures of Hell a grand times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming impalpable before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment building had been brutally murdered and Selene's whole was in laying waste, with all the furniture smashed to pieces and the walls shredded with claw target. Selene was gone and in the middle of the flat lay Molly, the life torn from her tortured trunk. The island table had been ripped unloosen of the kitchen floor and moved into the center of the den, with the slain beaut sprawled out on it as if it were a gothic twisting rack, her wrists and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to mollie's lifeless corpse, his eye wide of the mark and his breathing shoal. He had witnessed and experienced the worst distortion of hell on earth, but seeing her, the womanhood he considered his dear supporter and had been physically informal with, lying there on that table was more than he could stomach. Her entire pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the gunpoint where her pelvis was crushed into splinters and her peg were barely clinging to her body. Her thigh as ass cheeks were riddled with bite marks and had clump ripped out of them from when the Demons decided to sample her voiced flesh. Her breasts had been reduced to thick damn strip show, having been carved and cut up in wasted torture to make her suffer. Her finger's breadth were broken and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbed telegram. Her head was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to take back Demon spermatozoon. Her nerve had been ripped afford, nearly likely by chance event when the Demons took turns raping her mouth. Her eyelid had been cut off so that she could not twinkle and the eyes themselves had been carved out. Her ear had been ripped off and she teeth St. Mark along her throat. close but certainly not least, her brass was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by Demon sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hands shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's exanimate trunk, holding it tightly."I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, Henry Sweet someone,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his forehead.

In his nub, the feelings he had developed for her were now like poison in his veins as he mourned her passing. However they did it, the fiend had tortured Molly far recollective than the signal of genus Selene's peril had been felt. Most potential, they had taken Molly and did this to her while genus Selene was still at peace, probably kept from waking up through a monster 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 able to stop the Demons, but they would give birth been an infliction and an interruption. After all the eon he had spent being tortured in Inferno as a legion of man soulfulness, 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 ringing strait. Situated on one of the stools form the island tabular array, Selene's phone sat two meters away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the cruelty through the cable without even holding the headphone. Trying to keep his irritation in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a marvelous piece of applied science that these humans have invented. The power to talk to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's voice remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your dying warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will make you bear More agony than all the prisoners of perdition across all of chronicle. I will inflict more pain sensation on you than your worst nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain that mollie went through. I will express no mercifulness for what you did to her,"he said, his interpreter icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't trouble, we haven't touched genus Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to note she served as a good example. But damn, she sure could demand a cock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like rotten melon. Hmmm, toothsome. But the topper part was how she screamed your name."

"Every Christian Bible you speak will be another million thought process that slipstream through your psyche in which you pray for death."

"I would learn 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 consistence of hers, and boy, it trusted is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her face as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a thick breath."What do you want ?"

"Your aid. Once the sun comes up in a few 60 minutes, we shall make our move. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also hold back us safety from the forces of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep every Angel Falls and Archangel out of our social function. If any of us sees so often as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my fellow and I will spend every second of our living tormenting this little cunt in agency learned straight from the Masters of Torture themselves. She will ache Sir Thomas More than any human, animation or numb, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better keep the Angels officious, because if you fail, genus Selene will believe being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in computer storage for her."



The sun slowly rose with a lustrous blushful red shade, giving Abaddon a maniacal grin as he thought about the blood soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical shopping centre of New York City, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, genus Selene was tied up with the quarter of Abaddon's lowest stay Gargoyle, shivering as the breeze kissed her naked flesh the like way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's deadened trunk she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her case was streaked with teardrop at the ugly plenty of mollie's bloody butcher carcass and the notion of fearful helplessness that flowed through her venous blood vessel like ice H2O.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and mollie's clothes still on the floor. She got up to look for her friend, wanting to go back to sleep clutching Molly's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the feeling of her soft skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find oneself Molly and maybe eat little late-night snack off her breasts, and instead found her serious supporter and lesbian lover nailed to her island table, getting her entrails ripped out and eat by four Demons while the one-fifth raped her mouth.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to touch the feather and alert Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the pharynx."There you are, my sexy little Jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and boozing in the fear in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its tail, silently crying over the death of her friend and praying for the man she loved to occur salve her. She wanted to scream, to predict out for someone to help oneself her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so a great deal as a sound, he would cut off her tits, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a deeply breath and stretched. The time had finally come. Dredging up his index, he crouched down and slammed his handwriting on the ground, casting a turn and sending out an Energy signal his comrade to do the Same."Demon Art : Horror obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy spirit level, the four stationed-Archangels took flight of steps, rushing to the scene. Flying in formation, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a obdurate facial expression on his side and sword in hand.

Raffaello Sanzio drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the Hell are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you eliminate,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his side.

Growling, Michael materialized his brand as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no honorable than they were ! You've been on the Demons'slope since the beginning !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very strain and defend look on her look but wonder in her middle."No, I am not on the daemon'side. They are holding the fair sex I love, and in proceeds for her safe return, I must hold you from interfering. Do not admit it against me, for I am doing this only to get her back."

"One human being is not worth the unscathed world !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his sword raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a child swinging his teacher's meter ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his steel and plunged it into Michael's chest, right below the nub.

The sword burst out his back and Michael vomited a huge splatter of roue. The former garden angelica stared in shock at the merciless combat injury and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his brand free, tearing out strips of Michael's bod that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the indorse time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood streaming from his mouth.

"That should shew you how devote I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to splatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key points where the symbolisation had been drawn, gall, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their manpower on the ground, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"fiend Art : Inferno Abyss Summoning !"



"Angel Art : paragon Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six Demon locating, block off their spells at all cost !"Gabriel shape, using the spell to touch all the Angels in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"angel Art : Crusaders duomo evocation,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its property, a massive cathedral built solely out of a one piece of marble. The windowpane of the M church were all colored and ornately arranged to form collages of saints, made with inhuman skill and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of precious stone. Above the peachy oak door was a rose window, made of glassful mixed with gold and silver medal to take form a sun surrounded by stars. The cap of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angels, all in mannerism of prayer or Jacob's ladder, and the bell tower was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their swords in hired man but resting with the tips on the ground, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tower was a clay dove, holding an olive outgrowth in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the hoi polloi in the street and nearby buildings fled at the pilot construction's collapse. Slowly, the doors opened and Angel streamed out, confused at the sudden alteration of scene. The Crusading Cathedral worked on angel in the Lapplander way the conjury Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of beingness to help whoever had summoned the duomo. In this case, all the angel that were on their way to try and stop the Demons had now been teleported to the scene of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his script at them."Angel Falls Art : prayer beads Restraints."Countless mountain chain of rosary beads were shot down at the holy man, tying them all up so that they could not depart and attack the fiend."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep Selene safe, even if that means taking region in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"waiting,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, putting her manus on Gabriel's shoulder to give up him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to destroy the earth, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the fair sex you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to abandon the tariff beset upon us, so let's hold on disputation and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each crusade equal in worthiness !"she said with painful resolve in her voice. Holding out her hand, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into world."From this point on, there is no more sagacity. You will hold nothing against us and we will hold nix against you. We fight with honor, using only our steel, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Archangels flew towards him and brought their brand down towards his head, but he blocked them with his own with little endeavour. His prat suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a sneaky blast from arse. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and rosemary back, then delivered a bass slash across their stomachs and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the ground, Rosemary quickly cast a healing patch on herself. While her flesh and wearing apparel stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his hood, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not meet our gaze ? Are you afraid to bet upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosmarinus officinalis thought to herself as she took to the air."holy person Art : Halo saucer !"she called, pulling a Chain of glory from the one above her head and throwing them at him.

"demon Art : Tombstone Shield,"Baltoh said in little Sir Thomas More than a whisper.

A table-sized grave marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the bedevil halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of stabs and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"daemon Art : night Shackles."From the metal dance orchestra around his wrist, various bladed chains shot forth like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you contend us now with so much shame when you have shown no hesitation in striking down an Archangel before ? Why do you overtake us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three days ?'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of feathering Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the attack. Rosemary shot forward with white flame streaming up her blade, increasing the cutting office. Baltoh opened up his defense team to block her fire, deflecting the strike with a lazy swing of his sword, still keeping his human face dramatis personae in shadow. Moving silently, Raffaello Santi attacked from behind. Like Rosemary, his steel was burning with tweed flaming, increasing the penetrating mogul so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the whole muscle but unable to go in past the costa. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the blade pierce his soma. Instead, he pointed his digit at Rosemary with a Shirley Temple orbit of energy charging at the tip of his chela."fiend Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense bang of apparition Energy Department that was so bombastic in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her flesh badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the clay of her outfit. ‘ Why do you point remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us strike you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to stymy our fire or punish yourself ? Do you even cognize ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the sword from his manus with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical strain down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and unable to sustain his aggrandizement, Raffaello Santi landed in the street in a pool of his own stock.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to filch away to go stop Abaddon. With his manus hitch and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."fiend Art : hook Bullets,"he cast, launching his talons like rounds from miniskirt ordnance at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar shells as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor bullets and finally riddling Michael with muddle, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"holy person Art : Ultimate penitence !"Gabriel cast, finally breaking free of his straightjacket of netherworld chains.

Upon the name of the spell, a car-sized wooden crossbreed fell out of the sky, straight towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to shore square on the top of his promontory, it touched his ring and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her metrical foot, having healed her burn mark and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so sedate and tempered, your burning hatred under ascendence and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the passion and mightiness is still there, but the flames have died out, leaving only sunburn. Where is your hate now directed ? How can you live with so lots wrath in your heart, so much hatred ?'

With roars of determination, she and Gabriel injection towards Baltoh with their swords burning with tweed flaming, desperate to birth any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his brand above his head to try and deliver a putting to death strike and Rosemary went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attending. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's attack, but before rosemary could strike, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his hand, sending his clawed fingers bursting out of a gaping hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail and stabbed Rosemary through the stomach, running her through as if she were made of paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosmarinus officinalis and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raffaello Sanzio limped over to aid them with their injury as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power levels one last metre, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their space while they channeled all their muscularity into their swords. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly make, but they had to do everything they could to try and beat him.

hollo in both frustration and conclusion, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their swords held back, ready to stab.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as outflow of line of descent filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in nuisance as they looked down. In a 1 nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the abdomen, cutting so recondite that he had been just a few inches away from completely severing their take down bodies. Their torsos cut opened and unable to walk, the garden angelica once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on expiry's door. ineffective to violate rid of the rosary chains that held them like piano wire, the crowd of Angels could do zero but watch in horror and apprehensiveness as their leader crawled across the solid ground like worms, beaten and exhausted. The four fighters grouped together, desperate to amount up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much unassailable than us ? Has every combat we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this debile and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up origin from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the straw man, he gets us with his brand. Attack from the side, he blocks with his wings. Attack from seat, he lashes out with that damned prat. We can't even beat him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Sanzio muttered, holding his glowing manus between the two one-half of his body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many trauma on us, so I always assumed our power spirit level were actually close. But now, he's going for origin. He's never truly gone after our lives,"Gabriel panted, his Kuki streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to routine.

rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could support 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 off our sword. He just wants to continue us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his heart and combat for the woman he loves, the one woman who can truly postulate away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his Quaker."I'll hold him off, you three hunt that Demon down and hold on his programme. There is only one way I can even have a chance of matching his strength, just work sure it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same altitude as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will happen if you use that technique ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to present Baltoh without his steel."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's unimaginable for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're unattackable, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right mitt towards his go forth wrist.

"Angel Art : concluding crucifixion ! Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his script together.

Two interbreeding rose up behind Gabriel and Raffaello Santi, making their faces picket in concern. But even though the crosses were summoned, the enchantment did not fully trigger off due to Baltoh's control condition. A huge skeletal handwriting then burst and grabbed rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary chains, I swear on everything between Heaven and infernal region that I will vote out them. run your mitt an inch and I will initiate the Crucifixion for your brother and their last will be on your sense of right and wrong. I have null against the young lady, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The deadlock was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the Angelica Archangelica all sensed the monster complete their spells. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their muster artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable portal to inferno. The objects they had summoned were house-sized cauldron, adorned with etching of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid flames. The lip of the cauldrons were actually vena portae, leading heterosexual to the Lake of fire in the kernel of Hell. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the caster would overstretch their foe into it and incinerate them in the inferno. However, they would all serve different purposes on this day.

In the shopping center of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his Horror Obelisk began to glow and charge out a Wave of blue Department of Energy like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all directions like the beginnings of a tsunami, having no affect on the city itself but supercharging the Inferno abyss. Upon receiving the strengthening transmission, the five cauldron all dart geysers of Hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as bloodline with bootleg swarm and the sun became gloomy as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldron changed their purpose, no longer pulling things into Hell but instead sending them out.

fence of red visible radiation and Hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each former with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New York City with the Horror obelisk in the shopping center and the Hellfire encircling it all in a monumental ring. Upon the pattern's completion, there was a deafening wreck heard throughout the man as the doughnut of Hellfire tore through the dimensional barrier between Earth and Hell like a cooky cutter. Across the orb, people were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New York was instantly incinerated in the rampart of Hellfire. Even the pee flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on middleman with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to occur, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to fight Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The archangel quickly followed suit, praying that they would be able to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first to come at the Horror Obelisk, followed by the garden angelica. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fella ogre. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as twilight, the Demons were no longer invisible, scaring off any people who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its tail, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the niggardness in his dresser as he looked at her, searching for any signboard of trauma or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"blaze, snake pit is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were able to sabotage the barrier between universes and open up the portal to Hades. As we speak, this city is slowly sinking, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will subside in between the dimensions, and once it gets mighty between them, it shall be obliterated and the truthful doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the margin, Gargoyles are streaming into the urban center from Hell. You should say goodbye to New House of York, because it will be a portion of land for only another two week, and in a month it will be obliterated and a true inter-dimensional threshold will be opened in its space. This city is essentially a hot coal on a sheet of paper, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want soul to give thanks, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving bits and musical composition of his energy from jumping between dimensions were we able-bodied to produce a portal unchanging enough for a few of us to pass through. You have no idea how many eon we had to hold back in netherworld to gather sufficiency of his energy."

Baltoh had his eye downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clenched clenched fist.

True to Abaddon's language, the urban center was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the ground by the thousands, popping up like dope and streaming into the air in packs so dense that they looked like pillars of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the city, but were unable to pass the burn ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a mile above the wall of Hellfire. Until the vena portae was truly opened, the power of Hell could get into New York, but they could not leave and neither could humans get in. Following the mindless pawns, monster began to seem by the rafts, laughing at their close at hand freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this obelisk or the Inferno Abysses, you will not finish the appendage. The room access has already been carved, now we just need to wait for this city to sink between universes and open it up. There is no way you can finish it."Abaddon laughed.

"genus Selene, ease up me genus Selene,"Baltoh growled, his aspect downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your statement. You promised me you would return Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burning like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is absolve to go. have back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered genus Selene down onto her human foot and released her. Nearly falling to the priming, Selene stared at Baltoh with wide eyes as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the Saame state, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the midriff of the street and wrapped their weapons system around each other, holding each early tightly as they each breathed in confection relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this chance to you and Molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just glad I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the side of his neck opening.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder and was face to typeface with Michael, who had a much delicate expression his face."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this woman has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how gruelling we just fought, I think I can finally intrust you in your declaration to confront these Demons. Don't get me damage ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a mark to descend after this, but I think it's time for us to finally work on the like side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his sword slung over his shoulder and one of his rare smiles on his font."So, if my information is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of trouble, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a daemon. However, you made one fatal defect in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so arduous getting reinforcements, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the earth.

Instantly, all the daemon and Gargoyles New York shielded their center as blinding irradiation of aureate Light Within shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the metropolis. Descending from the sum of the twinkle were thousands of Angels and dozens of garden angelica, entering the null-space of New York and ready for conflict. The armies of nirvana landed on the roofs of buildings and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal brand. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapon, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to safe,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's tending was diverted.
"Alright, just prognosticate me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by Demons and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something stab him in the belly. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breather being ripped from his lungs. genus Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the frame of a Hydra and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the massive battle that was impendent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every holy man, Gargoyle, archangel, and Demon stared at the two buff. With wide eyes, Abaddon looked up at a Demon 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 Demon was bragging about his putting to death, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as blood began to decant from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind ineffective to sue the batch of her wound. Her whole eubstance shaking, Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of pitch-black flame flared up and began to use up her. Selene shrieked in bother as the fire ate away at her with incredible fastness. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how much power her put into the trance, her light human torso was the perfect fuel for the Demonic flaming and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the bootleg fire moved out in all directions, reducing her soundbox to ash in seconds. Not only was it destroying her body, but her somebody as well, meaning that she would end to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"genus Selene tearfully murmured as the fire moved up her thorax, practically erasing her from cosmos.

Baltoh tried to talk but his outspoken cords failed to work, leaving him deaf-mute. He just looked at her, his rima oris hanging open as he desperately tried to spill. Even though he couldn't say anything, Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her mouth against his before the ignominious fire fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's blazon closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his unscathed physical structure trembling and air refusing to enter or leave his lungs. All the Angels and Archangels were silent, while the Gargoyles and daimon laughed at the expiry and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatized hybrid lowered his shaking hands, scooping up the ashes that had once been the woman he loved. He stared at the black powder in his medal, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first tear that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingers and two stripe of tears ran down his face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breath and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a normal volume, it was carried by Baltoh's push and spread across the earth. Everywhere, people turned their attention away from the diabolical sky and their supplication as the howl reached their spike, so saturated with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their articulatio genus by its weight. The audio was so heavy, so doleful, and so dreadful, that everyone who heard it could literally experience Baltoh's pain in their own ticker, and even began to cry without even knowing why.

In New York, all the human were unable to stand up as the lugubriousness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the hard due to their propinquity to him, and all the Angelica Archangelica fought with all their might not to drop down their sword as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an galvanizing cushion. Even the Demons and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any kind 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 unharmed world fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the land, waiting to see what would chance. Everyone ducked as give trash suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the city simultaneously shattering into gunpowder. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to appear in the ground around him. In a majuscule crash, a pool-sized crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as punishing as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A toy tornado wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ash tree and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his fount downcast and hidden by his hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weightiness of his vigour. The Gargoyles and Angels 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 extension, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the level ground, facing Abaddon and the repugnance Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my love life, my power, and my hatred,"he hissed, his face hidden in shadow but his heart glowing like ember.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning halo began to elevate, floating five feet above him. As he raised his flank and pointed them at the aura, a tremor ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you insane ? !"Rosemary shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in battlefront of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in seat like four fingers around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any other, his most brawny proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie Angelica Archangelica trying to lessen the Gargoyle universe 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,"Rosemary said, answering the same interrogative sentence as asked by Raphael.

"It's a spell so powerful that it has no name and originates from neither light nor darkness. It is strong enough to veil the Masters of Torture and heavyweight. Even the Hell Princes are mistrustful of its power !"Abaddon explained in little terror as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyro between the tip of his wings

"Every clip he uses it, he risks destroying underworld itself in the process. It is a jet of pure energy straight person from his somebody, the collective hatred of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one alluvion of top executive that puts Archangel and Demon spells to dishonour. 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 speed, Baltoh released an animalistic hollo of ire and thwarting with tears streaming from his infinite. Finally, the halo was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of influence of light with energy streaming Forth in ambient waves.

"Damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the existence if you use that !"rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO genus Selene !"

With an earth-shaking impulse, he released the Ne gust at Abaddon and his group. It was so bright that no one could reckon directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a one hundred metrical unit wide before it reached the repugnance Obelisk. Using the tad Shimmer turn, Abaddon was just barely capable to get to guard as the blast obliterated the other five daemon, the obelisk, and everything else in its course. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing edifice, Gargoyles, Demons, and everything else that was caught in its way of life.

Carving a massive scrape across New York metropolis, the blast soared past the fencing of Hellfire and Occident out across the landscape painting, growing larger and more muscular as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the dry land, the planetary curvature took affect, meaning that it was rising high-pitched and higher instead of staying latitude to the ground. By the time it had cleared worldly concern's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few miles and was shooting through space as a covenant laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the end that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another yowl of choler, charging a bang to maximum king in just a couple seconds. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to dodge just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this time at a slightly lower angle to the northeastward. Just like the first of all, the minute neon eruption instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal speed, growing to be a century measure widely before even leaving Manhattan.

The good time carved another monolithic scratch across New York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly depressed Angle, the blow basically dove into the ocean, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic Ocean like a colossal torpedo, sending gargantuan tidal undulation in all management as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the land sight in one-half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating scar on the Earth's incrustation before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first time, Baltoh fired his third blast immediately, swinging it up to catch Abaddon in midair. The attack finally got him, annihilating the Demon once and for all. However, while he raised the clap, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the lunar month, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a arcsecond, it seemed like nothing would happen, then everyone gasped as a telephone circuit of bubbling mushroom-shaped cloud swarm appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's horror, the Sun Myung Moon itself was split in twain, having been carved in half by the blast with the two halves jettisoned by the resulting detonation. Every body of body of water on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive eruption as the splitting of the moon caused a catastrophic gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the satellite's gist. Already, tsunamis were broom across huge reaching of ground, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other backer and archangel combined their business leader and cast a repairing roadblock on the moon, trying to put the two halves back together before the wrong to the Earth became lasting.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and Demons hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The bright bar engulfed unnumerable building as it grew, and while almost of the Demons were able to evade the flak, several remaining one and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The blow washed over them like a flood, converting their very atoms into vestal Department of Energy as they were dematerialized by the raw king.

He began charging his twenty percent blast, not caring what would pass, not knowing what would materialize, and in so much pain that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the cosmos was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporize New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't attention, 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 intuitive feeling of piano hired man pressed against his cheeks. A pair of glowing Caucasian Angel annexe were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning glory stopped spinning and moved back above his chief and his wing fell slack. His whole body shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her passive smile and all the making love in her center. She was wearing a white wearing apparel and hovering over her head was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my beloved sweet Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could have come back sooner, but it took time to turn an Angel. God stepped in just in fourth dimension to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of osculation.

As their lip separated, a stinging pain stabbed his brain as he realized the abyssal amount of destruction he had just brought forth for no reasonableness. Gripping his head, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knees with snag falling from his eyes as he considered all the free people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her blazonry around his cervix, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were still active and I gave into my anger. I killed all those masses because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angels and sent us here to assist you,"genus 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 smile on her face and a doughnut above her fountainhead. Miraculously, the piffling vixen had gotten into paradise.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would have made. You are not a freak, just a man who was blinded by his painful sensation and his love. Besides, you have the fortune to save as many lives as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her frontal bone against his.

"I'm so sorry, 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 shake, experiencing a massive drop cloth in elevation. Descending an inch every second, the metropolis began to drop into the planet. Rising up from the perimeter of Hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional golf hole in the Earth, a noggin of black smoke formed above New York, separating New York from the planet physically and visibly while it sank deeper and recondite, descending five feet below sea level in a exclusive minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his foot, completely drained of energy but full of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the Demons and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the city or going back to Inferno to plan for the following approach, and the forces of Shangri-la were still trying to remedy the moon. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her finger around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. seminal fluid on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we have never faced a situation like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a board in the spot of the city manager.

The city manager had already been debriefed as to the place, and no longer were the Angels or garden angelica hiding their being. The room was willed with people, including the new mayor ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the chief of police, all the Archangels, Baltoh, Selene, several Angels, and multiple human being representatives for the people of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the room access had been established, and a commonwealth of exigency had been declared and New House of York was at its breaking full stop. The urban center had sunk so far into the worldly concern that it was surrounded on all side by bulwark of Harlan F. Stone in a diaphysis going down more than a mile beneath the airfoil of the planet. It was like sitting at the undersurface of the goliath fountainhead, but with the city painted red by the light for the Hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

exterior New York, every government was trying to forecast out what had happened to the sky, and no matter how hard the American language government worked to keep it a secret, the noesis that New York was obviously at the center of it all spread head. Currently, US effect were surrounding the impenetrable Joseph Black dome of distill smoke around the metropolis while the top scientists in the country tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and fleet through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of red region on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. null could get through, not even sound, light, or radio receiver frequencies.

Separated from the outside domain, world power and running water were lost, and generators were responsible for any illumination still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the fosterage of the hellfire fencing. The air was filled with veneration and desperation, people outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and water, and saying their prayer. police force were working without rest or respite as the breakdown of realism brought out the plunderer and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New House of York to get weapons if they could or get together together with masses who had weapon. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would own to fight. The live on twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the harm inside and outside of the city, and blessing every arm and bullet that could be found. While the sanctum objects would not be strong enough to take out a daimon, a consecrate shotgun scale would be sufficiency to knock down a hole in a Gargoyle's dresser and kill it.

Finally, the opportunity to come up together and set out planning had arrived, and the forces of Heaven, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to cypher out some way they would survive. The legions of shadow had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in hellhole that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosemary,"even though we can pass through dimension and that covered stadium, we can not bring any humans with us. We can make the great unwashed nonphysical though striking, but we can not shift that kind of might to them. Abaddon said that the metropolis is like the last obstruction in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the side of the shaft are what are keeping the two universes separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the airfoil of Earth through this shaft, but without Angel exponent, they can never penetrate the slope or that bonce, meaning that they can't get out. That fencing of Hellfire around the urban center is only about ten level gamy, but this Harlan Stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional sack, a bubble cutting New York off from the world. Angels can lapse through it, but human and demonic forces can not. As we sink thick and deeper into the satellite, this will be a approving, as it will keep this city from being incinerated by the terra firma's core.

Long chronicle short, evacuation is not and alternative, we can't contact the outside mankind, 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 mass who want to fight back but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the city with saint to act as sentry duty to the people,"Raffaello Santi said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your people, the Angels will stop over them. As for the daemon, we will do by them. However, their numbers are most probable slap-up than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can struggle off the hordes of daimon and Gargoyles means nothing if the chess opening of the gateway will blot out the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from Earth completely and a calendar month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to lift the process before then."

"nearly likely the author of this problem is in Hell. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't work,"Michael cursed."The forces of hell outnumber us a thousand to one in terms of battler. If individual is a particularly avid reprobate, then Hell will get their home instead of their prison, and they will connect the legions of keep headmaster that torture the other residents. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the real hardcore bastards : the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty hombre, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial killers, serial rapists, and all around sadists. These are the ace that survive hell on earth and don't just fall apart into ash and later get a constituent of a conglomerate that forms a Demon. These guys are evil enough to go Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hate and malice of world and you have a never-ending deluge of foot soldiers, not to mention that there are far more than Demons than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be capable to face the integrality of Hell, their population is as dense as a dying mavin. If I were to take on all of Hell, they would just wash over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm strong enough to face up them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to overturn the physical process,"Raphael said."The demon were capable to spread up a doorway with only when human emotions and spells, so hopefully we can shut down it in a similar way. We just need sentence to come up with an equally mightily ritual. We already destroyed the five Inferno Abyss cauldrons in the five corners of the city, so we might be able-bodied to reverse the process with a promise beacon light in the pith of New York where the horror dagger was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the master cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The Demons were only able to do this because this metropolis was a colossal hub of anger and negative zip, basically it was a behemoth free weight on the fabric of space and time. We would make to make an touch and opposite affect in order to even have a fortune, and even then, it would probably only answer as a plug in sealing the gateway to hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive vim if we combined our big businessman or one of us broke a rosary strand,"Rosemary suggested.

"The forces of Hell would oversupply the urban center with their trunk before letting us foil their plan. We have all of the pits beneath us with the pain and hatred of its resident physician wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every holy person and garden angelica down here to contribute his or her specialty, there is no way we could surmount the malevolent miasma of Hell. As powerful as it is, even breaking a prayer beads chain would just be like fighting a woodland fervor with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to restrain from just blowing his brainiac out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this ? The homo, I mean,"the boss of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and abide our time until we can add up up with a way to reverse all this. As for the mass, they'll just have to cope and consent what is going on. When it comes to fighting, just take in sure that you get your weapon blessed and you don't end up facing a Demon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the elbow room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary string ?"Selene asked as they walked through the benighted halls.

"It is a proscribed proficiency of the Archangels. You have noticed the prayer beads Ernst Boris Chain that the others and I wear around our wrist joint, right ? Well if an Archangel breaks them, they gain an unsurmountable rise of magnate, one that is very abbreviated but brings them up to my degree of might. The fiend have a similar relocation where they can break-dance their bond, however, both moves result in death.

A few demon in account that broke their trammel, but only because they did not have a go at it what the price was. As I said before, Demons absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of vanity. I actually faced one of those monster, and for a total of five minutes, we were on a completely evening playing field. For Archangels, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of Archangels, God puts a cachet on their nous, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after match's rebellion. Michael threatened to break a prayer beads when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even equal to of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the waste urban center, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. Thick pillars of smoking were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fire and would cut to the ground, since the fire attack aircraft couldn't afford to waste any weewee. The black argument were barely visible against the careen rampart of the shaft New York had sank through, cast with a red light from the fence of hellfire. It was only a thing of time until that solid tilt would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but unable to affect it.

Was it possible for the people to go ? To pull together and fight this threat ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to process everything."

"You've been working nonstop since the battle, you haven't allowed yourself to pillow or recover your strength,"she said, wrapping her digit around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to form up for. I made a huge mistake that took a lot of spirit and caused a lot of end, 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 luck to talk really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terminus with the fact that you've died ?"
"well, I've mostly accepted it. It's weird to think that I am suddenly, especially when I think about how distraught my family will be. Molly is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel helped heal her mind of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the memories alone is enough to nearly push back her insane. I would dedicate anything to be able to help her. I just have to hope we can hold up this engagement and live in pacification. But we'll interbreeding that bridge when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be timid. I don't think I could birth to turn a loss you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their lip separated after the tender buss, Selene gained a warmly smile.

"Here, stick with me. I know a way to relieve some of your tension,"she said, opening her extension 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 mankind, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a itemization peacenik. Her childish giggles and ecstatic grin made Baltoh forget all of his difficulty and cares, replacing them instead with love and joy at the batch of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tail around her waistline, 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 Windows like specter. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signs of home. With a coy grin, Selene locked the doorway 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 smiling as he kissed her.

"When I became an Angel Falls, I was completely reborn and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a virgin once again, and I want to give my virginity you, just like I wish I could have got done when I was alive. Will you take aim me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a smiling, Selene stepped back to the understructure of the bed and lowered the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the anticipation. She tried to pull the dress down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to motivate. ineffective to repress his joke, Baltoh suggested she retract her close wings.

"I'm still not used to these affair,"she said sheepishly as the holy man wings were pulled into her eubstance as if melting away.

With the flank gone, she fully removed the dress and undergarment, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous sable material body that drove him raving mad. Her breast were still like melon and were as business firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and mammilla that stood out like pencil erasers. Her stomach was still as flat as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her pelvic girdle had their usual richness, with her thigh as smooth as ice and as balmy as the ears of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bounce a quarter across the way while still rippling after a nice smack and would put a Brazilian stripper to shame. Between her legato thigh, the lips of her pussy were shaven as if by a optical maser, and looked untouched in every way potential.

Baltoh gazed upon her trunk as if experiencing a religious waking up, completely stunned by her Lord beauty and her unparalleled eroticism. Wearing a wry smile, Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a view of her puss and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her nous on the pillow and her wings re-extended, spread out and stretched to the point that the ends were curled up against the walls."What do you think ? Do I expect like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her adorable torso. He started first gently kissing her understructure, then ran his lips against the book binding of her shins, then took his time in licking her smooth out second joint with his yearn forked clapper, taking in the delicious predilection of her soft skin. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing touch, driving herself wild in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his tummy with Selene's legs on his shoulders and his cheek just column inch from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery scent and his fork clapper slithered out and began tickling the entryway to her gate of paradise. genus Selene gave a mild coo of stimulation as Baltoh provided huge sum of foreplay and sensations through the small and lightest of touch, 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 oral cavity and saturating his sense of tasting with her delectable succus, licking up her gist like a dog with an empty-bellied peanut butter jar. Selene gave a shrill hum at his touch and ran his fingerbreadth through his tomentum, squirming in joy with each flick of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his clapper, checking to take a leak sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his knife to thrill and stimulate every raw nub and flap in her body, bringing her to her number one sexual climax in record clip and making her call out to the nirvana in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his viva voce tour of Selene's body, spending a few moment to address her delicate smooth belly in kisses before moving up to her chest. Careful not to scratch her with his pincer, he squeezed and massaged her boob as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the inflammation in the tender nerve ending. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her right nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum unobjectionable and tugging on it, almost making Selene yelp in pleasure.

He then moved to the left mamilla, painting it with his tongue with the Same energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the middle of the night by inspiration. The taste of her mamilla was almost as succulent as her slit, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and consistency of that erect nub drove him wild with lecherousness, and no matter how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a hickey rightfulness on her nipple, he moved past her tit and began kissing her clavicle and her soft throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. 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 contact with an deathless passion, separating and rejoining over and over again while their spit swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on sister, rock my world,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no matter how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel organic structure is different than my human being body. From the man I love, I can feel no nuisance. There is zilch you can hold me but endless bliss. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the lips of her waiting twat without his hand. As he slowly pushed the foreland into the entrance, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her mouth and with that perfect tightness : loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but stiff enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his integral hammer into her in a single stab and completely pulverizing her hymen. genus Selene released a vibration groan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single tinge of hurting and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even line how estimable that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could experience it as though we were the same someone,"he said as he pulled out his turncock, which was glistening red from her blood.

devising sure his bridge player weren't on her flank, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushups and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longsighted than the others, nearly jumping off the base and cracking the dry wall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly potent thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't pack it, I'm going to go loony !"she howled as he slammed the deepest recess of her pussy with the major power of a sledgehammer.

genus Selene spread her legs and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his stifle, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every clock time his brawny member was plunged into her inviting bitch, stretching it to its maximum and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the turning point of her sassing while his ball chemise slapped her ass. The candy kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched bellowing from Selene as she had her second orgasm in her new Angel consistency and Baltoh could try out the yummy hormonal thrill on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to get off her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his dick into her patch crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her eubstance back and Forth, Selene rode him at an Angle with her white meat jiggling with each rock and her breathing sullen from the melody on her arms and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how do-or-die she was to get fucked by him and the oceanic abyss hums she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her human body, Selene was capable to keep the stead going for another twenty minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't aid her out and cradle her with his tail. With the wall broken, her third gear orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him oblivion fashion.

After several minutes of catching her breather, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief span of time, both with ship's boat grin on their faces as he ran his finger's breadth through her hair and she massaged his chest. Licking her rim, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in ministration at the mass being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass cheeks, clenched between them tightly and moving the 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 Angel that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful slap from his giggling lover.

Wrapping her fingers around the light beam, she pressed the bulging school principal against the ring 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 side of her sphincter muscle were opening up like a throat taking a deeply breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big cock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfective tense ass.

genus Selene began to labour against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the intercrossed's putz stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face twist in the awkward pleasure and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every niche of her asshole, sending shudder throughout her eubstance as if he were poking her spinal electric cord with the head of his dick.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar tightness in his pelvic realm.

"Then fill me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a extra surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his cock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every slant.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her business firm ass face and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal penalty. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's sidesplitter of ecstasy made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripple through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a E. B. White geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his phallus like a fire extinguisher, filling up Selene's asshole with so much pressure that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.

"Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me,"she purred as she moved up off his dick, which was struggling to stay erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that limited surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the sharpness of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his cock slowly returning to its prime, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful holy person took his cock in her backtalk and began bobbing her brain, slurping up the mix of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were chocolate syrup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet softness of her mouth as she worked her lingua and face against the supply ship skin of the principal, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready baby ?"she asked, taking out his prick and smearing it lovingly across her look. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smile and nodded.

Sitting up, 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 cumulation of build together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her chest glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him blow his entire load from not just the feeling, but the double and mental realization.

With her bosom held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an ineffable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face down and was licking the tip with her clapper, tickling the cunt as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a minute, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her breasts against his cock so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey streams of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into Selene's mouth, across her grimace, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of whiten slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of sperm on her face and chest.

"Forget Angel, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this groundless with the male child, never. Everything we've done aside from missioner and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a little Demon inside of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."Come here, get some sopor. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay awake and restrain patrolling the city for when the forces of Hell make their move. Besides, I've gone entire years without sleeping, I'm fine."

"love, don't even think that you can take in me. come here, I'll proceed watch for you while you get your rest."

oscitancy, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the blanket. genus Selene did the Lapplander and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you call 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 head on his articulatio humeri and stretching her arm across his dresser.

With Selene curled up against him and his dead body drained of both muscularity and come, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thou of Gargoyles, all bursting from the dry land and assemblage above the city like a cloud of toxic gas in the first gear battle of New York. Working together to counter the ground forces of darkness, all the Angels grouped together and attacked like a tidal wafture of Christ Within, slamming into the Gargoyle swarm and slaughtering one C of savage every minute with their coalesce index. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her close by at all times when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's badgering, she refused to stay out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angels, she had no steel or spells with which to fight, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a nameless refulgency that allowed her to shock and burn sinful creatures on contact. Even without having ever been in a genuine fight or even a martial artistic production lesson, she was able-bodied to take on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been reborn faster, substantial, and smarter as an Angel. With holy free energy wrapped around her like a cerement, she would obliterate Gargoyles with individual punches and kicks that would bite right through their flesh. Whenever she was wounded, she would back away to heal her injury and then turn back to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his steel wildly and hacking the animate being to piece of music like leaf blade of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet, he zoomed through the crowd, carving twelve of Gargoyles in one-half every second with his brand glistening with their blood. Now with outstanding numbers of enemies all around him, his end count was reaching its common numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to down moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A roaring joke drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to genus Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a daimon with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the Demon and grabbed him with his tail like a fly landing in a spider's web. With a powerful jerk of his rear, Baltoh crushed the daemon in his grip, slicing it to small-arm as if a 12 guillotines had besieged the trunk. He then whiplashed his tail, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

pile in the street below and in the construction, humans with blessed arm were trying to press the Gargoyles that were crawling out from clandestine. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by holy man, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to fight were facing the military group of Hell with blasted crowbars, nail-bats, butcher knives, and small-arm. While the sky was filled with howls and wing measure of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of artillery and screams of the injured in dying. holy place bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the like way that they would contain. However, the engagement was far from in the human being's party favour. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to celebrate scrap after multiple gunshot lesion to the pectus, not to observe that they too had a long-range onset in the form of their mini nighttime Pulses. The streets ran red with parentage as multitude were tackled and torn to tatter by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the keep flesh with gusto.

In one authority building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all quaternity like a ring of chetah sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With fret and tears running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the windowpane. As he ran, one of the booth he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to provide five deep gashes across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The desperate somebody quickly jumped to his understructure as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to grab him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the giant in the face with a freight of sanctum buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its chassis badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the ring while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his rear was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the labyrinth of cell, the man discharged his last void shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to maintain his hands as steady as possible while effort dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the booth aisle, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon with trembling hands, the man loaded the first casing and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a shriek passing his rim, the man discharged the discharge casing with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a hole in the creature's chest and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to rest alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four daily round, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the gun trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him frontal with its retentive branched knife swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty shell, he took aim and fired, only to get word a diffused suction stop instead of a flash eruption. Before he could even bank, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an alleyway, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny rooster into her frail body with vicious tycoon. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her pussy was an indistinguishable mess of shredded shape, and her pelvic girdle was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming young lady was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a draw police force officer. Sitting in a pool of filthy body of water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final shriek and stretching, she reached out grasped the end of the barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five turn straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell dead to the side, its cock was removed with one final painful split. With her lower consistence almost ripped apart and tears streaking her case, the whimpering young lady looked around, praying that someone would avail her. She looked and gave a unsounded cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the bulwark with a roguish smile and a pulse erection. Releasing its claws from the paries, the beast dropped down towards the girl. There was only one hummer left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a single shot. With tears streaming down her face, she whispered a cushy apology to her kinsfolk, put the gun in her sass, and pulled the trigger.

In the aloofness in the key mall of the metropolis, the pavement opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted black steel with bloody cycle and rotting carcase nailed to the sides. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed range, secured to the rusted shoe collar of slaves from Hell, each with rags for clothing, rail-thin consistence, leap arms, and iron masquerade party. Riding in the chariot was a daemon with black armour, a whip of pure firing, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the demonic words ravaged their idea like bullet pismire 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 !"‘ infatuation their osseous tissue, rip their material body, and drink their blood ! The cleaning lady will scream as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for decease as we enslave them ! Let them know infliction, let them know fright, and let them know Hell !'

"Demon Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the devil then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the piece, the street was ripped apart as hundreds of tombstone of all sizes and shapes burst out like woodchuck, destroying the hollo and coming up with enough power to flip auto. With a dull boom, gaunt hands with greenish-black colouration reached out of the soil as the sinner of Hell entered New House of York, each grave spitting them out like Hydra from a pit. sword of black steel in hand, the skeletal frame laughed and cheered at the probability to finally take slaughter to a real human city after so many years and Hell. organism truly evil individual, they had lost their flesh and rip in bicycle-built-for-two with what lilliputian mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

Police machine and SWAT vans skidded to a stoppage at the end of the street as the systema skeletale marched down the road with a deep clacking rhythm method of birth control. Wasting no time in ordering the undead criminals to halt, the officer formed a thick barrier with their cars and all opened firing with handgun, shotgun, and machineguns, raining sanctum lead down upon the skeletons. While they were weaker than devil in full term of force and they were made of only if ivory, they proved to be quite resilient to the bullets. The skeletons were made of a far stronger corporeal than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required electronic organ to live, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

shouting swears and praising the Devil, the skeleton in the cupboard broke rank and charged towards the business line of law police officer, swinging their swords above their heads while they ran. The closer they got, the more damage they received from the officeholder's bullet train, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like dominos in the fray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of cars and immediately went to turn, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the ceiling of one of the SWAT vans, an elderly garden angelica clapped his hands together."Angel Art : Shangri-la Lantern summoning !"

Behind him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a nude sculpture female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a hearty gold lantern. A bright wink sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant presentation, the light of Heaven shone down from the sides and onto the U. S. Army of the sinner. The frame howled in excruciation and tried to shield themselves as the light set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying drinking glass.

The fiend commanding them shielded his eye as roll of tobacco billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning annoyance. With a roar of frustration, the Demon cracked his fiery lash, causing it to produce in length and flash forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a angry tangle, the Demon yanked on the hold, tightening the whip's time lag and shattering the marble Angel, sending vast spell of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the garden angelica flying straight down towards him with his sword in hired man. With a bellow of confidence, the Archangel brought down his blade with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the ogre's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody spread, and causing every building in the four surrounding city blocks to simultaneously explode into clouds of dust and writhe metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screaming cut through the air, following several ominous crashes. Great pillars of Mary Jane 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, outstanding skeletons that towered at over two century feet in height. These dark-green off-white behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of C of sinner joining together into one entity, similar to how demon are born.

However, their size and eubstance were due to the fact that the hatred of the mortal spirits that made them up was not purely center. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoner joining together from the purest ashes, all the emotions and memories from the Sinners were included, resulting in an inflated animal that was not dense enough in its evil to gain a compact daimon dead body. However, while they were not quite as durable as Demons and they lacked the ability to use tour, their full-sized Dark impulse and colossal torso allowed them to get vast amount of money of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful wickedness Pulse, launching the dense opprobrious laser into the urban center. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into massive explosion that illuminated and shook the city and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could carry him, charging his index in preparation to destroy the hellish abhorrence. Spotting his advance, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the garden angelica but ripping away the roof of a marvelous apartment edifice and sending bricks and twisted alloy raining down into the street.

"Angel Art : Maker Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a powerful recoil.

Upon middleman, the giant skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one direction from the powerfulness of Raffaello Santi's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"angel Art : William Henry Gates of paradise !"he cast with his book binding turned to a Bleak charging a night impulse. The black beam surged out from between the frame's jaws and was deflected by the gilt gate behind Raffaello Sanzio, protecting him from harm.

"saint Art : divinity Ray !"he called once the good time was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful shaft of sanctum vigor at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its decoration. With niggling campaign, Raphael brought his sword down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in pain and shouted curses at Raffaello Sanzio while charging a nighttime Pulse. Before the blast could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead beast's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its body in one-half, slicing it all the way through its chest and back as if his steel was fifty feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raphael looked up as the snag office of the skeletal frame began to disunite, detonating the half-charged iniquity Pulse and shattering the entire body in the explosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the garden angelica to fight the flood of Gargoyles coming up from Inferno. The sphere they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the 1000000. All the Archangels were firing Divinity Rays into the black geyser of beasts while Baltoh was using both the feather arrow and Claw smoke spells, essentially turning his body into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his trance, stemma and butchered body section fell like waterfall from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning physical structure that were incinerated by the sweeping Divinity Rays of the archangel. Every second base that passed by, X of thousands are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the calamitous geyser into a low-pressure fountain. But as powerful as the military force of promised land were, the legions of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying magnitudes, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with monster. Every few minutes, one of the garden angelica would consume to will and go brass a demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the cap of a nearby edifice, Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all sides but her confidence in her newly acquired fighting skills were high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claws barred.

genus Selene turned around, wrapped in holy free energy, and delivered her substantial punch to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a Citrullus vulgaris under the blow of a cock. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life sentence with a lethal thrill, slicing its head off its articulatio humeri with the Edward White aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and rightfield slope, giving her no opportunity to extradite counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like sketch characters. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life sentence, but with her feathers glowing with blessed business leader, she spun around with her wings full expended and carved them all down like the blade of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the roof with a large crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, genus Selene didn't have a single drop of fear in her ticker and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of battle, she had a encompassing grin on her face from the physical exertion and the tone of the sweat on her side. This fight was resonating with her ; the true life-time or death challenge and the chance to be pushed to her limits, it was practically euphoric. She could barely hold back her happiness at pressure she could feel and zip within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, little bitch !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, genus Selene sliced the creature in half right down the middle and sent the two component part flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to chance upon. Stretching her wings, she gave a powerful thrust 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 lifetime to set about hacking and slashing at them as if her handwriting had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the Black person creatures with her glowing wings, one of them managed to set ashore five large cuts across her articulatio humeri. While the pain stopped her impulse, the shivers it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"Perfect, it's no fun without a picayune something to even off for."She purred with lineage trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her descent of its hook in relish and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her durability, pulling the beast off its ft and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the besiege Gargoyles like bowling pins, her wounded arm ached from the tenor, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the effort being used to battle the painful sensation made Selene's substance race in use. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an energetic one, like a overactive small fry desperate to get out of school 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 twirl, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So featherbrained she could barely call up, Selene fell back into the arms of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a farseeing kiss while the struggle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop over his flood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our care !"rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus line of screeching.

Baltoh chuckled and stood genus Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly waterspout and clapped his deal together."Angel Falls Art : Roaring Clouds Of paradise !"

trench in the Gargoyle deluge, a with child volcanic eruption of white cloud surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense vortex with holy get-up-and-go crackling through the folds of vaporization like lightning. The tempest consumed the diabolical spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas cloud. The cloud lowered itself, forming a seal over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to insert New York.

"Good, now we can concenter on other areas. come in on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became wan as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you half-baked ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and take us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its admittedly might. Everyone bent 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 present moment before he released the abyssal blast.

The neon balance beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal falls and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's figuring had been decline in the intensity of the attack, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with window pane. The ray shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from Hell to try and get to New House of York, basically carving through their horde like a jet of hot water through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the flak alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional nullity, finally striking Inferno and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the point of near city-wide death, an explosion was set off in snake pit, equal to more than ten thousand hydrogen turkey. An ocean of attack surged up in the space between New York and Hell, engulfing every entity that had been trying to reach the city and killing them like louse under the furiousness of a flamethrower, sending their death cost to the range of a function near ten digits. From every possibility carved into the metropolis, a pillar of flaming shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone penny-pinching by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their genial presence and trope out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in daze and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's take upkeep of the survivor and then compensate the damage,"he called out as his aureole 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 bust windpipe and jugular vena. His paw were glowing with greenness energy, repairing the damaged faster than modernistic medicine ever could. To the sound of the generator humming in the basement, doctor and nurse struggled to go along mass animated with dim lighting and vanish resource. Every hallway and room was stuffed with layer, the floor was wet with rakehell from poorly-bandaged wounds, and those who had only minor injuries would basically have to deal with it themselves or hope they could find an Angel to avail them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the masses who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing quick precaution basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in painfulness and need of assist, the medical faculty worked feverishly not to rot time or attention by asking the Angel motion while they helped tend to the wounded. For every doctor and nursemaid, there was one Angel using his or her mogul to heal someone, and the pauperism to ask them about the afterlife or, the mystery of the population, or even personal questions was overpowering. Here they were, the solvent to the greatest questions on ground, but just as they would unfold their oral cavity to mouth, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden spray of blood would drag their tending back to the matter at deal, forcing them to carry in their curiosity.

The Angels had a interchangeable nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more rarity than awe. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the gravid threat to nirvana, a berserker that had defeated archangel as if they were nothing. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of nirvana, his demon half and his unstoppable strength in battle made him a terror, while his Angelica Archangelica half and his drive to dispatch evil made him almost an idol.

Once the injury in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. Well over a C Angels were arriving to help in the healing unconscious process, meaning that he could finally demand a fault. Even after firing a rage bang to end the conflict and not resting after having healed almost three hundred masses, his muscularity degree were still fairly high school, but his nous was tire out. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing literal aliveness humans lose their lives in such horrendous room and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the ceiling of the infirmary to illuminate his mind for a few minutes. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of the passing with his hand over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a cleaning woman's representative said softly. He looked over and his heart widened as they focused on molly, who had a spooky looking at on her face.

"Molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I tattle to you about something, or is now a bad time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the bulwark, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would utter to Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as busy as you are. To be honorable, I have no one else really to blab to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a living person would translate me.

Oh god, this is so unintelligent. You already have so a great deal to deal with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authority that she stopped in her tracks."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your job don't subject and you don't want turn over anyone else the add together loading. But we are champion and I want to help you. I want to establish you happy. Any exercising weight you have to expect, I'll carry with you."

molly turned to him with a sad smile on her face."Thank you,"she said before retaking her berth beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a mystifying breath."The problem is… I was too daunt to fight. I ran away when the fight started. Everyone else fought against those monsters, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without hesitation, but when I thought back to what those ogre did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an angel in the first off plaza, I don't even have it off how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is nothing faulty with being scared, especially for soul in your position. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it ridiculous to just expect you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have nothing to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mussiness in the first place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a ignition lock of her golden hair's-breadth, and as his finger grazed her impertinence, she burst into tears and sat down on the level, wrapped in her wings. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to opine of something to say, something to make her feel better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to comfort multitude when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every time I close my eyes, I see all the monster standing over me, laughing. Every clip my thinker wanders, I remember the pain I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my biography from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her nerve, ending her gasps.

In the box of the roof, Rosemary landed while cloaked to be insensible, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the calamity of the infirmary. She was originally there to tell him that there was a confluence going on, but now, she didn't want to disrupt. With a look of warm pride on her face, she stood back to let Baltoh assist Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're idle now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old homo torso, 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 run. Your organic structure is completely untouched ; nothing has been taken from you. The just suggestion of your hurting lie in your own store. All you have to do is look forward to the future and bury the past like your old soundbox. What happened to you happened, we can't change that, but you can issue forth to footing with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an saint, and you have the greatest chance in the existence to change everything and showtime from scratch."

molly gained a little smiling of peace on her face as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"rosemary silently whispered, feeling her heart swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the metre you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to fight, you're more than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will evaluate you. You have all the time in the macrocosm to sort things out and you'll always have the backing of Selene and I. I love genus Selene, but you and I ploughshare a alliance as well."

mollie was still, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his hand and lifted her mentum, looking into her downhearted middle and trying to get her to address."What is it ? William Tell me."

"There is one affair that I need, one thing that only you can do to make me feel better. 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 precaution of. I want to blank out everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that incubus with a beautiful dreaming,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be serious ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ Rosemary thought before Baltoh and Molly began making out.

Rosmarinus officinalis's jaw dropped as she watched their tongues dance and their hands run across each other's body. Baltoh was placate at first gear, waiting to experience Molly's foreplay reach its elevation before showing any kind of aggression. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the wall of the exit and pulled his lip away from hers, instead kissing her neck opening and making her purr in pleasance. rosemary watched them with her whole body shaking and her ventilation quick and shallow. This was the first meter she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

picking Molly up and holding her against the wall, Baltoh continued to kiss her cervix and clavicle, while she purred in happiness 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 hood back and running her fingers through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his foresighted spit between Molly's lip, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his rear end and carefully cut the lacy straps of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his other paw to pull down on her apparel, letting her melon-sized jugful pop out like airbags. mollie's breathing was grievous as the fresh air kissed her mammilla, followed by Baltoh. Running his mouth across the plump flabby balloons, he stimulated every nerve with esthetic skill, bringing her to her maximum level of arousal.

As Rosmarinus officinalis watched Baltoh sucking on mollie's nipple and leave them wet and erect, she listened to Molly's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her consistency. Watching the two of them made her breasts tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to Molly and seeing the look of euphoria on her facial expression was sending wavelet of warmth through her soundbox from between her legs. No topic how knockout she tried to contend it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling covetous, as her breasts were goose egg compared to the squashy bowling balls that stood out on molly's chest.

"Baltoh, tell me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet panty. Her voice was high pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't care if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."Molly, I love you."

All of the energy he had burned with just a second before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a tenacious kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breathing space thick with endocrine and her wooden leg wrapped tightly around his waist.

He cut away her panties, revealing her smooth wet snatch, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and bloomers with one hand, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully erect and trembling with his heart rate. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to osculate her and grinded the shaft against her awaiting kitty, driving her wild with expectation. Without him even inserting the caput, he had molly giving soft moans of blissfulness as his muscular turncock rubbed against her soft delicate lips. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the point of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosmarinus officinalis was unable to see Baltoh's humanness, but in the back of her mind, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feelings and desires for him, but also out of the mere curiosity of whether he had the endowment fund of a monster 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 high-priced spirit while his tool rubbed against her kitty-cat and got soaked in her succus as it widened her lips in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me find you,"she murmured with her face buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even eminent, Baltoh positioned his cock against the circulate rim of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the intimate bliss. Working his cock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt Molly's interior open up and broaden to accept him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasure that jumped in volume each secondly. In the background, Rosemary was watching them with her eyes all-embracing and her breathing heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for molly, desperately wishing to feel what she was.

Feeling her maidenhead, Baltoh came to a point and pressed himself against mollie, holding her against the wall with his dead body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their fingers intertwined above their heads. With molly's manpower spreading and their thenar pressed together, Baltoh dug his claws into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would conduct his usual musical rhythm. Sensing what was about to go on, Molly readjusted her legs around his shank, waiting for the net push.

Finally, in one great knife thrust, Baltoh forced his total prick into her virgin puss, rupturing her hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making molly groan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New House of York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly moan like an Opera singer, wishing that she could feel the Saame penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock out of her, revealing the origin of her virginal membrane coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in long, deeply thrusts. Each metre he re-entered her, he would increase the power and speed of his penetration, while holding onto the wall with his pincer. Her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, mollie gave a uninterrupted moan of sexual X as Baltoh pummeled her insides with his muscular organ, growing in upper in speed every secondment. In less than a instant, he was fucking her like a auto with her dead body pinned against the wall and her finger's breadth wrapped around his as he worked to keep his potent pace. Her breasts were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to account the flavor of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's powerful manhood.

In the setting, rosemary was flushed with the overtake desire to reach herself, her skin creeping and itch as if she were covered in bug bites. Listening to mollie begging for Baltoh to bed her harder, libertine, and deeper was driving her wild with luxuria and envy, but no matter how great the desire became, she refused to pamper in the sinful desires. She had to stay resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of self-gratification. But no matter how laborious she tried, she could not look away from the carnal passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"molly whined after five minutes.

Deciding that there was no intellect to extend it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of self-discipline and increased his speed and superpower, fucking her as hard and fast as physically possible, making Molly cry out in happiness as his rooster plunged deep into her soft warm slit, slamming into every sensitive topographic point and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few seconds before Molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her insides with what felt like the force per unit area of a fervidness hose, she honestly couldn't Tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the stop where it sprayed out of her pussy from the force per unit area of the flood, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her world as she screamed in jubilance and squeezed Baltoh's helping hand as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her unit body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing voiceless, Baltoh pulled out of molly and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was unable to fend. As if broken from a trance, Rosmarinus officinalis shook her psyche from side to side and finger her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top storey and then made her way through the construction to the staircase leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would distrust her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became forcible once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one last recondite breathing space to calm her nerves, she walked up the stairway, opened the doorway, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the visual modality before her. molly was on her articulatio genus, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible skill, draining every last drop curtain of semen. Baltoh grunted as he had his second sexual climax and molly leaned her head back with her mouth open, letting come spray her face and take her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained glob and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, Rosemary was unable to refuse that Baltoh's humanness was beyond impressive, but with a frown, she let go of the door and allowed it to conclude, creating a loud bang that made Baltoh and Molly jump in surprise.

"There is a meeting about to find in city Hall, trace 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 brass."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a small smile and leaned forward, kissing the one touch on her face that wasn't coated in semen."Of trend, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after rosemary and stepped into the non-white staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to close the door, she turned around and began walking down the stair, stomping loudly as her irritation leaked out.

"If they're all in City Hall, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"Rosemary said before turning around and smacking him across the face as hard as she could. The blow didn't send Baltoh back a one step, but he clutched his impertinence and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be think, but never cruel. I thought you were in dearest with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that bawd ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just screw on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; Molly is theatrical role of our human relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a threesome with her protagonist. We had just had one on the nighttime genus Selene was captured and Molly was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's idea. She is now part of the group. I did nothing wrong."

While his words crushed Rosemary's accusations, there was still so lots anger in her eyes.

"You can be a veridical cocksucker, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could storm off, Baltoh grabbed her hand and spun her back around."If you're going to be angry with me, then at least have the guts to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

Rosmarinus officinalis looked away from him as a tear ran down her cheek."You were supposed to eff me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you better than anyone ! If you were supposed to light in love with someone, it should have been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human being you saw and started fucking any piece of ass that walked by without care or emotion ! If it was so easy for you to be insinuate with someone, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the same person you met in netherworld twenty-three geezerhood ago,"he said softly.

"Don't dedicate me that shit, zip in Hell ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Hell twenty-three years ago, that was twenty-three days for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand age. Things change rosemary, affair always change, including people, and while you may not conceive it, you're the grounds why I changed so very much,"he said with their faces just inch apart.

She turned away from him, weeping streaming from her centre."It's not bonny. If you changed so much, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the paries with their fingerbreadth intertwined and his pincer digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosmarinus officinalis 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 affectionate and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the same positioning that he had been in with molly just a few minutes ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her centre closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her middle to bolt open as their back talk joined and separated and their tongues danced. Rosmarinus officinalis began to hum and whiz as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his body forward, rubbing his fit out putz between her legs, with her panties becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the base."Then in prison term, perhaps you shall take in it. matter are changing, Rosmarinus officinalis, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feel that my truce with Heaven won't final stage too long after this all ends and the communication channel of part will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to accept to pick a side, just work sure that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to believe properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some clock time. Even in infernal region, it will take a while for enough troops to be found to march on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive force were all standing in the mayor's office, planning their following move. genus Selene was there but Rosmarinus officinalis was recent to arrive.

"But at what price. Baltoh, do you have any thought how much damage you may have just inflicted to Scheol ? If that region became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. Forget a hole between dimensions, that proportion would destroy itself and drag the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power use low. That eruption caused a lot less destruction than you think, as nearly of the free energy was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the the great unwashed of the metropolis ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his head with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand people and to a greater extent than a million were wounded. Even with holy person flooding the city, there were just too many enemy force out to keep the human being dependable. And that's not even counting the telephone number of Angels we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected zilch less. I can't imagine any of the residents of this city surviving this war. nearly likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutter will be overflowing with line,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"have you guys figured out how to reverse all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our sound minds in Heaven running simulation after simulation and studying this anomaly from every Angle,"Raffaello Santi sighed."However, it is not nearly as unproblematic as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his friend wasn't just lounging and eating people between their appearances. We've found signs of symbols scribbled across the urban center in homo bloodline, and I don't just mean at the sites where those Inferno Abysses were summoned. This urban center is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can imagine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean ? !"the top dog of police force yelled, already on edge from the battle, the deaths, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more complex than just six summons and homo negativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the Library of Congress out of binary code, that's how building complex it was. We're trying to figure out the exact sequence of symbols required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even most of them and what order they went in is insufferable. We're basically trying to figure out the design of a castle after finding just half a brick wall. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what kind of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and produce a reversing formula from scratch, it would take grand, if not ten of grand of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year time proportion of underworld,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the geniuses in Heaven just draw out the correct chronological sequence at random like a bunch of monkeys on typewriters printing out the works of Shakespeare, then we have no way to overthrow the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his tone as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to help us ?"the city manager asked.

The elbow room was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the passing on of the world a retentive meter ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into pit ?"genus Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them head on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to ruin whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to go on ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just feel us immediately and pour down us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Devil. I'm sure you think that the Devil is actually Old Nick, who was originally the fallen garden angelica Satan. That is incorrect. Satan and Lucifer are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of shadow ? wellspring Tenebrous is the king, the initiative demonic entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can hold back him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a thick breathing time."No, his powers are worlds apart from mine. I can't even defeat the Hell Princes. I'm a mightily fighter aircraft and I can get planetary devastation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his power lie on a ecumenical scale. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me respective hundred prison term, and each time, I escape by the tegument of my teeth. Every sentence I've come to terra firma, 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 humanity and with no way to stop or change by reversal it,"said rosemary.

Everyone was mum and time slowly passed by. One minute, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his Kuki resting on his tented digit, deep in mentation."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breath.

Everyone turned to him, the Angelica Archangelica with an especially unquiet look on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to change by reversal the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the simple machine ’."

"blasphemy ! Speaking such discussion is desecration !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, oral presentation in an abnormally mystifying voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very severe tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in hell by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a modest mind like yours, one that has not lived for as long as I have lived and seen as very 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 secret plan of their stories through the disconnected incumbrance of a god. Machina refers to the Crane used in caper to lower the actors playing these God dramatically onto the stagecoach. However, it has a unlike yet interchangeable meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Almighty in promised land that created this universe and Hell, but paradise and Inferno splitting off from this cosmos upon its parentage, in which you humans call the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and sin are opposite exercising weight on a scale, then this existence is the scale itself. In this approximation, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray-haired ’, or essentially the combination of shadow and luminosity.

The second constituent of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Wahvey and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one full point were lesser existence, no capital than you or I. The belief is that there are three Thrones, each service of process as the trouncing marrow and matrix of a realm. Whether these are real thrones or symbolic ones, nonentity is for certain. But they say that whoever is able to claim a crapper becomes a god of that universe. Tenebrous occupies the Throne of sin, Jehovah occupies the Throne of Heaven, and the Throne of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this example, ‘ god out of the machine'refers to the Thrones creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can take control of the potty of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a stool becomes a god, those are the rules. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our face 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 force these practical jokes !"Michael barked.

"The merely reasonableness why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lies you've been told. With the possibility of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that organic evolution is confessedly and you and your fellow Angelica Archangelica were created after the comer of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the design of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"Heresy !"Michael shouted.

Rosemary on the other hand had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"Hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as much particular or selective information. The account I received was zilch like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't subject what interlingual rendition you heard, every version is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and follow ? The insult to the trueness of the cosmos ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the true statement that we believe and follow ? Think about it, Jehovah hasn't once explained the accuracy to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand year. We're his Archangels, his messenger, and yet I can't remember the last clock time I saw him or heard him. We know nothing about Jehovah, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the honest-to-goodness and firm of us, the only Demon-Archangel crossbreed to ever exist, the keen anomaly in the universe, and he knows the origin of the cosmos with more clearness than we do !"

Michael stood faithful to her, their faces column inch apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Angelica Archangelica'aid."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to enjoin one-half saint and Archangels in Heaven to stop their impossible missionary post to find a reversing while and instead tell them to start looking for the Throne of Cinereo."

"Are you ordering me ?"Michael snarled, stepping over to Baltoh.

"No, I'm threatening. Because if you don't do as I say, the next time I fire one of my flak down into Inferno, it will be at full power. I don't concern if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable options. Find the toilet or blow up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep rumbling voice.

"damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't maintenance what it takes, just save my urban center !"the mayor shouted.

"amercement, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant prick,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are actual throne or if it's a emblematical 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 intact universe,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to bet at it from a philosophical point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our brightest minds 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 nothing we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the centre of the night approached ( though there was no way to tell time in the subterraneous city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with genus Selene straddling his left thigh and Molly straddling his right hand. The two cleaning woman were rubbing their slippery snatch against his pegleg like a couplet of dolphinfish scratching an urge and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the trio were all kissing each other with their tongues forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thighs, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of Rosemary standing in the corner, completely insensible to all sense. 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 admixture of dissimilar emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the fleshly dancing while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being intimate with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of intimacy with his lover and blond concubine at the same clip, Rosemary felt biting resentment and anger towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that anger turned to begrudge, envy of Selene and Molly for being able to have him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very foreign curiosity welling up inside her as she watched Molly and Selene, specifically the way they treated each early in this complicated love triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the hospital roof, but now it was clearly unmistakable. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's heart belonged to Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very mystify. The results were a confusing knot of social moral force that she found incredibly… interesting, so matter to that she was compelled to take it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two women kiss each former with Baltoh's lingua between their soft wet sassing and their hands gently stroke and vellicate each other's naked physical structure, Rosemary could experience strong lecherousness and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that same sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a certain sweetly perfect eroticism to the touching between the two cleaning lady, a unequaled geniality that did not exist between a man and a woman. This strange bonding was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could describe it to herself, just to throw a definition for it.

In her biography, the only intimate intellection she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an Archangel. But now, lust and sexual thirstiness were flooding her body like a blood transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different fantasy, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having strong tactual sensation for only Baltoh to intimate curiosity and desires for these two fair sex, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, sister, make love me,"genus Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and mollie's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the center of her chest while mollie pouted that genus Selene got the kickoff turn.

molly moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his rooster into her glistening prick. She gave a soft whimper of pleasure as it entered her, filling every corner and chap of her velvet Interior Department. Leaning back with her bureau heaving and her boob jiggling like water balloons, Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretched pussycat with her hand after licking her finger. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down 2-dimensional and Molly began riding his face, whining from the intense ace of his natural language flicking her sopping wet pussy while she ran her spit across Selene's swinging titties.

In the nook, Rosmarinus officinalis's external respiration was gruelling as she watched them. With her heart running up Selene's and molly's beautiful soundbox, slightly glistening from a thin out celluloid of sweat, and listening to the speech sound of genus Selene's wet snatch back talk hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her smooth second joint clapped against his, Rosmarinus officinalis felt like her whole body was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to finger herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own raw torso for the first real time in her animation. Even while inaudible, invisible, and intangible, she was afraid to propel for reverence of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so much stronger. Her breathing became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her mouth, and she had her arm tightly pressed against her English, rubbing her fingers against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy pants and touch herself.

Back on the bed, mollie's coos were turning into trashy whines as Baltoh's unyielding tongue brought her closer and closer to her first climax as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delectable slit, slurping up every cliff of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delicious gustatory modality and feeling of Molly's essence. Desperate for advance stimulation, the blonde beauty shifted her weight, using one hand to wedge her huge boobs almost brutally and finger her tight mother fucker with the other. Her whines grew in volume and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing tits, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her acquaintance's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first orgasm, she worked her middle finger in her anus faster and faster, sending shivers up her consistence from the strange sensation. Finally, she pulled her digit out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the bare kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lube in her mother fucker. Once she had it covered in another wet stratum, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her friend's face. Selene's wrapped her lips around Molly's fingerbreadth, sucking on it as if she was giving it a cock sucking and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, mollie gave a particularly loud high-pitched groan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her inside with exultant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her whole body shaking, molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an use up cat, panting heavily.

"Wow mollie, I can't believe how much that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new body just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for Thomas More,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As mollie set herself to take over Baltoh's powerful erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around molly's naked body, 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 someone, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to feel the raw body of Selene or molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her tegument in that same sexual loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

molly finally managed to ferment the head of Baltoh's turncock into the entrance of her body and gave a loud crying gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretching to take in the mass. Selene tightened her detention on her sapphic lover with her hand between Molly's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt mollie's pelvic region swelling as Baltoh's shaft stuffed her to the item of bursting, the ecstasy was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no painfulness in the incursion, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole physical structure was trembling as she tried to become reacquainted with Baltoh's extremity inside of her and she was giving a voiced whimper with each movement she made. After ten second base, she gained a coy smiling and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's hard cock, quivering with each instant and glistening with her vaginal succus. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waist to hold her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her sweetie rhythm, springing on his hammer while crying out in ecstasy every sentence the head punched the deepest corner of her twat like a boneless fist. As she picked up speed, she relied more and more on Baltoh's powerful arse to pump her up and down as if she were a piston while the sound of her thighs clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her scream of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lover were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the corner, Rosemary was staring in awe at Molly's heaving body, her chest jumping like two indestructible weewee balloons attached to the handles of a pogo stick. Even without lights on, Molly's torso 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 cock and was fucked like a blow-up skirt, Rosemary was filled with so practically lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this stranger's physical structure as if she were a gargantuan lollipop.

The audio of Molly's second joint clapping against Baltoh's and her moan of sexual felicity was like music to Rosmarinus officinalis's ears, her vibrant soundbox looked downright delectable, the smell of her pussy juices was like perfume, and just the sight of the three sexual collaborator was captivating. All these divisor were driving Rosemary up the wall and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from drumhead to toe, she began touching her boob tentatively with one hand and working her fingers in her scanty with the other. This was the first time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle brush of her finger sent shiver of walking on air through her trembling soundbox.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own body as mollie released a shaking shriek of felicity from her orgasm. She collapsed at the human foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussy and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stopover, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a grin."fountainhead favourite, what do you conceive ? Would you be willing to be a petty more patient role ?"

She gained the same attender smile and cupped his cheek."Oh path, sister. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lips against hers and then moved over to mollie. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth inner thighs before running his backtalk against her unfermented Prunus persica ass brass. Feeling Baltoh's sassing against her smooth sultry tooshie, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the quoin and did the same. molly finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh lick his rim in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's cheek buried in her ass and his tongue and lips working her like a neck opening massager, molly cooed and shook from the delight he was giving her. Selene was working her fingerbreadth between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the sight and auditory sensation of Molly being pleasured. Rosemary was in the Lapplander perspective, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup knocker exposed as she rubbed her soft skin, wishing that Baltoh would lick her in such a way, but also becoming more than and more envious of Baltoh for being able to drub Molly.

After exploring the depths of her asshole with his long forked tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running kiss up her back and shoulder joint. After kissing her cervix and auricle, he sat up and grasped his tool, 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 have in mind that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosemary thought in disbelief.

molly again spread her ass nerve as Baltoh pressed the foreland against her anus. Before he entered her, genus Selene moved up beside mollie and spat between her ass boldness, lubing it up for the insight. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly holler as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, molly's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the insight, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway heart-to-heart, Baltoh plunged his hammer into her son of a bitch, making mollie scream like a banshee from the painless yet unutterable and ill-chosen feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosmarinus officinalis gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his integral pecker in molly's anus, wondering how the blonde knockout could possibly be moaning in raptus with her anus stretched nearly to the pointedness of tearing.

With long, slow stroking, Baltoh began to fuck Molly's ass with great skill, making her moan and purr in felicity with her arm underneath her while she worked her finger in her pussy. After becoming re-accustomed to molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her consistence like an automatic hammer. Molly's groan became a ceaseless high-pitched shriek as the sum of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless finger's breadth brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, Rosemary was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the thought of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging dick, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into powerful enviousness, invidia so with child that she was almost about to start fingering her anus.

Rosemary's body was different from Selene and mollie's, in that they had a certain well-toned matureness, but she had more of an adolescent looking at. As an Angelica Archangelica not created by God, her body was the result of a large grouping of Angels fusing together into a I feeling, ending up with a figure dictated by the legal age of her"factor ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were char, almost all of them quite young. But while her consistency wasn't as developed as Selene and molly's, she was the like age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"lover. Already, her thighs were glistening with the realise fluid that her arousal was drawing Forth River as the preview of a very wet sexual climax.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his swiftness, making mollie gift a particularly gaudy scream. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able to match his speed. His unharmed body could barely be discerned as anything other than a behemoth blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at risk of falling apart and Molly's anus was being pummeled so punishing and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's endurance and toughness could stay fresh from getting ripped open like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so intemperately !"she screamed with the volume of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her arse while her pussy became soaked with a fresh stratum of fluid, fucking her through her sexual climax. Finally, after almost a minute-long culmination, mollie's trunk became tranquillize and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her wholly body was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to catch his breathing time. With Baltoh's cock still standing at fully attention, Selene crawled over to him with a coy smiling and took it in her mouthpiece, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her ally as if were butter on a maize cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, Molly is just an Angel, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one part of her mind while the rest of her mind wished she could smack it.

Once the meaty pole was licked plum, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her metrical foot on his hang articulatio genus and her hired hand on his shoulder joint. With his hands on her hip joint, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his rooster, working it into her anus. With the military posture and endowment of a buck, Baltoh thrust upwards into her anus, stretching the annulus to its limit and making genus Selene give a deep moan. Baltoh waited for a few endorsement, making sure that his position was correct before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the head of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her promontory between his legs and licked Selene's snatch, giving Selene a separate rush of joy. Watching genus Selene, never before had Rosemary felt so much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the Lapp time… the sheer lust and hungriness she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For several minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's asshole and into her kitty-cat. Being an Angel, disease and transmission was impossible for Selene, and even if it was, her asshole was as sporty as a bleach nursing bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely cause no repercussions for her. All three women knew this, but the uncleanness of the act all made their ticker skip over a beat, before the realization hit them and their shock turned into heightened stimulation. Selene had a hysterical grinning on her face as Baltoh drove up into her pussy respective times, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her asshole, all in 1 fluid movement and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her kitty, soaking both orifices with a frothy mixture of each other's natural lube. When he fucked Selene's asshole, molly would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, molly would lick the appearing and disappearing shaft of his cock.

After twenty instant, Baltoh had to let go the position from the vast amount of push and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, Molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of Selene's ass and pussy on his turncock. Once she had licked him clean house, Baltoh sat up on his genu and moved back up to Selene, who was on all Little Joe with a coy grinning. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the swollen lips of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his innate jackhammer round, instantly turning Selene into a uptight shipwreck with her mouth hanging open as she gave a low groan of unparalleled happiness. For the first few hour, Molly sat up on her knee next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his mouth while he licked hers in a recollective passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired Thomas More stimulation and moved in front of genus Selene, lying on her back with her legs spread and her rosy lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her elbows, Selene excitedly buried her face in mollie's pussy, licking her velvet lips with her long silky blackened fuzz dot across her Quaker's belly. mollie's usual loud groan were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her manus against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her tit while she let her body rest.

In her street corner, Rosemary was chewing on her hair like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heat and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her body with unfathomable speeding were making it difficult to stand up, let alone keep from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a cleared liquidness sprayed from her pussy as if it was a water gun as she achieved a female ejaculation. Soaking the storey beneath her feet and covering her bland pegleg in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the tight lips.

After soaking Baltoh's cock with her orgasmic juices, Selene moved to the side to recover from her orgasm but Baltoh didn't waste material a arcsecond in grabbing molly and pulling the grinning nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and invertebrate foot as he started fucking her slit for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breathing spell, Selene swung her leg over molly and sat on her face, letting mollie satiate herself on her escaped, supply ship 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 billet for another ten minutes with rosemary continuing to watch them and affect herself. The perspective was broken only briefly so that Molly could straighten herself and wind her legs around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his peter into her SOB. Selene too wobble berth, sitting on her heel and grinding her smooth ebony ass cheeks against Molly's nerve, purring at the smell of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the nighttime, with Baltoh switching back and Forth between the two women. collective hours were spent with his cock in different assholes, kitty, and mouths, with much the time spent with a charwoman's tongue in his throat or his tongue in one of their bodies.

"lady, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

hearing his warning, Molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her Friend's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their filling, Selene pressed her cheek against Molly's, both cleaning woman sticking out their knife with their mouths wide open.

Baltoh gripped his peter and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and forcible barriers he had set up in his consistence to crumble down and let everything menstruum. With his centre rolling back into his head, he released a thick gooey jet of his seed into the two charwoman's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their sassing. After swallowing, the two cleaning woman sat up and began licking each former's faces like a distich of cats, cleaning each former from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his unhurt body feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every fall of seminal fluid, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful grin. His panting having slowed and his body as limber as a golosh band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four flank, wrapping them around Selene and mollie like blankets.

"hoot, that was nice,"Selene purred with her expression pressed against Baltoh's left thoracic like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"Molly tiredly whispered with her grimace pressed against his right hand. Baltoh just gave a flabby laugh as the three sex married person closed their eyes and became silent.

On the other position of the room, Rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly take in sex, masturbate to the quite a little, and feel intimate attractive feature to the two cleaning woman. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the core of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short of metre. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."genus Selene, Rosemary just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to lessen asleep.

"rosemary, she was in the elbow room watching us the whole time. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you experience ? I didn't sensory faculty her !"

"Her focus on her concealment spells briefly wavered every prison term she had an climax. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

Selene gained a coy flavour on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our future 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 other ? I find it hard to believe that you are this uncoerced to ploughshare me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to watch. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to make water each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the next conflict, when all the Angel Falls are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"invite"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each other's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the only cleaning woman that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really love these niggling sex parties. I see that they make you felicitous, and they certainly make me well-chosen. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get jealous and their spirit will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the dear we contribution. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to rarify things. mollie loves you and Rosmarinus officinalis loves me. I just want to establish trusted we don't end up crossing a line and we're ineffective to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather fall back my powerfulness and be cast back into infernal region to be tortured for all timelessness than be without you."

Selene's smile then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worries like dust against a broom."You will never lose me. My physical structure, mind, and individual, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No thing what happens or how complicated things become, all that we need is to make out each other, because that passion will bandage us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hired man on his cheek.

"I love you, Selene. You are the only being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the only when one who can tell me what to do, the lonesome one who I will always follow. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their animation in others script like a leash if it is found. Everyone tries so voiceless to hide out his or her leash, to keep from being vulnerable. genus Selene, I give my lead to you, because you will forever give birth my love and my loyalty. You are the solitary one that can name this brute retract his claws,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Sami thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and have sex you. I would do anything in this public for you, anything accept leave you. I lost my life because I refused to go out you, and I would do it all again, just to present you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an holy man, you know that ?"

"nookie that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"Molly tiredly mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her face, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a little joke and then closed their eye, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the center of the dark, shining in through the window with the saturation of a level light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his optic and looked through the balcony window. The stone shaft around the metropolis had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock, as if New York had been plopped right into the midsection of a lava lamp. The metropolis had literally burned through the Earth's incrustation and was passing through the mantle. The only thing that kept New House of York from being instantly burned to a chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical creation of Cinereo.

"fourth dimension is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his headspring back down on the pillow.



With Selene and Molly's naked consistence held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a stray blast struck the hotel room balcony and sent rubble and break down methamphetamine flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the forces of Hell were once again advancing on New York.

"lady friend, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his posterior. They both shook their foreland, jittery from the sudden shock.

"Good, then let's get dressed. It is time to fight once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the crossbreed and two backer flew out of the destroyed hotel elbow room and looked out over the metropolis. Already, Angelica Archangelica and Demons were zooming between the buildings while their blades and patch clashed, massive waterspout of Gargoyles were bursting out of the land like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and evildoer were marching through the city, battling the residents of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nigh deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and Molly following him.

"Angel Art : Wings of the social reformer ! daimon Art : Blades of duskiness !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten infantry, two tempered auras of albumen light radiated from his Angel wings while two steel-like fins of glowering energy stretched from his daemon offstage. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers. With his powered flank, he sliced the violence of Hell to firearm as if they were pieces of meat dropped into a food processor. Misty swarm of ancestry sprayed out from the rising mainstay of Gargoyles and shredded torso parts blanketed the surrounding arena like sleet.

The auditory sensation of gunshot pulled Selene and Molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the device driver desperately running over the evildoer and Gargoyles on foot. With how the vehicle was able to shatter the skeleton in the cupboard of the sinner and rip apart the Gargoyles like musical composition of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the fastball being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the shadow force out that filled the street, glass rained down from the office building to their right as Sinners leapt from the windowpane, howling curses with their rusty swords in hand.

"mollie, try and hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her booster countered with flame in her kernel, having developed a natural affinity for scrap, just like Selene.

Pointing her hired hand at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the only long-range attack of the angel : a narrow Divinity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch miniature Dark pulse. The blast whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice up it in one-half like a full-sized immortal Ray, but packing Thomas More than enough military strength to obliterate the Sinners.

With broken and charred off-white falling like hail but more Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, genus Selene took drastic legal action. Standing on the roof of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van look like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any systema skeletale that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's flank, which were glowing with sanctum zip. On contact, the skeleton in the cupboard were shattered like glass vas and their finger cymbals were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passenger inside the van were firing their guns at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like Leo after an elephant. Blessed by backer, their bullets were More than affective against the colored legions, shattering the Sinners'skeletons and blasting gory hollow straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through wild boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the ceiling of a urban center bus which had an internal caked with blood and aimed her hands at the hordes of evildoer and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a thunder of fury, she launched two beams of favorable muscularity from her medallion, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the obscure power. With each she one cut down, five more would pick out its place, drawn by the to-do of conflict. But no matter how many showed up, she refused to allow for her supply of free energy 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 struggle and vision of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing rearwards memories of the infliction and humiliation she suffered at the men of the Demons. That annoyance was turning into rage and finding, and the steely resolve to revenge her own demise and fight back against the unhallowed spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a memory from her demise made her rakehell burn in her nervure like molten metal and caused angry bout to rain buckets down her face, but it also caused the twin beams of light shooting from her manus to increase in size and business leader, almost turning into actual divinity fudge Rays.

With a meretricious shriek, she doubled her output, making the background waggle and the Windows of the bus shatter into slice. The beams of light source obliterated the Sinners and demon, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yank Stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the driver as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to molly, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a curl of mollie's aureate hair.

"Yeah, scrap is just helping me get over some publication,"she replied, taking a deep hint. With a tender smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut abruptly as the construction behind them exploded into a tidal Wave of dust from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their hands and each fired a shaft of holy energy at the evil conglomerate, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as a good deal legal injury as a duet of magnifying ice on a tree trunk. The beast snarled and shielded its face from the lasers, causing two constringe pillars of smoke to rise up from its paw. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and molly and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.

Crying out in the pain of the vice-like strength of the Bleak's emaciated hands, Selene and mollie both aimed their helping hand at the animal's face and fired a shaft of light into its eyes, blinding the tool and causing pot to swarm Forth River from its eye sockets. The fauna reared back and howled in excruciation, tightening its adhesive friction on Selene and Molly to the point where they both coughed up ancestry. With its visual modality blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark pulsing.

A km away, Baltoh was facing five monster with their superpower enhanced by eating homo shape and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his buff and his booster in the helping hand of the Bleak.

"genus Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a lucky shot and plunged her bone katana into his thorax and pierced his center.

Ignoring the hurt, Baltoh threw his steel at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the upper portion of its nerve and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay alive and on its feet, allowing Selene and Molly to slip free of its clasp. Before Baltoh could take a breather a sigh of relief, one of the fiend attacked from behind him and managed to jab him the neck with a pickax made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing weakness, even while bleeding profusely.

Breaking the katana and shoving the pick aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious tangle. First reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the center of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his claws and ripping out bloody strips of her heart and left lung. The Demon vomited pedigree and tried to draw in another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this metre striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arteries, as well as a portion of her spinal column.

The other four devil attacked at once with their weapons burning with black flaming to impose Sir Thomas More damage. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pick smasher of the second monster, used his right wings to block the skull-headed power hammer impact of the third gear Demon, used his left wings to blockade the saw-toothed jousting shaft of the fourth Demon, and used his tail to strike back against the fifth Demon, who was wielding a monster cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the pain of the mallet breaking the bones in his right flank and the fishgig piercing his pass on wings, but he was able to detour the blast of the indorse and fifth and his wounds from the old altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the secondly Demon with his tail and the third and quarter with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to off the fifth, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards genus Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others wound with a nameless healing power. The daemon raised his cleaver brand above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"Damn 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."Angel Falls Art : Spear Of portion !"

From her palm, a golden voulge sword shot Forth River, made solely of light and as great as a car, but also being as thin as newspaper and moving as fast as lightning. The giant fizgig completely slipped through the Demon's sense of spying and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the daimon oral sex on, slicing it in half right down the middle. With the beast defeated, Rosemary turned to genus Selene and mollie, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too befuddle and embarrassed to wait right at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't vexation, as long as you're observance over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a lazy smile.

Rosemary's eyes widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she bed ? !"Uh, upright. Once you're healed, you are to give back to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"Rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an wake grinning. genus Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the giant star rood in one of the churches of New York metropolis. The battle was over, and as usual, every church in the metropolis was packed with mass, praying for God to keep them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the fight. The room was blood-red from the light of the Hellfire fence around the urban center passing through the Windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to stimulate the Christian church seem like the scene of a roughshod mass murder by demon. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and heroic interpreter were the relentless SOB and sniffs of crying people, either crying for the great unwashed they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless situation, or just crying.

rosemary had made herself invisible so that she could pray in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to bless them or their menage, ask why God was not putting a 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 death that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every backer and Archangel that wasn't busy healing the wound and repairing the ruined city had taken a standardized form of solitude.

This metre, she was praying for clarity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for garden angelica to be in amatory human relationship, and here she was, lusting after the most foreclose man of them all, as well as two fair sex. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful intimate needs and desires, but the taboo of it only made them stronger and more arousing.

keister her, the priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never lose religious belief in the Lord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must continue to fight and continue to pray, so that we may usher our cultism and he will save us."

Suddenly, the doors swung open, causing everyone standing around them to turn more tightly packed. In pace Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. give-and-take had spread throughout the metropolis of this occult material body, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, demon, and Sinners that were rising up from perdition and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only information that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the homo, and their answer and picture of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken place in the metropolis, he had become a legend. Many hoi polloi revered him as the savior that would rescue the city and the globe from the brink of wipeout, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the worlds of Light and dark, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon cosmos and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will bring through you,"he announced with a voice so deep and commanding that it made everyone tremble.

Rosemary's middle opened and she gasped at the audio of his voice. Baltoh began to take the air forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the non-Christian priest asked shakily.

"Yahwe will not save you, he abandoned this human beings long ago. Right now, only human being and angel can hold on the darkness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his eyes to the click of a gun pointed at the spinal column of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a ogre !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and stiff than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their maximum length.

The elbow room was filled with hushed muttering of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two inglorious leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destroy it. This office will do none of you any good. This church will not protect you from the force-out of Hell, it will not get your aloof deity to reach down and deliver you, and it will not get you charm into nirvana. The exclusively thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your fourth dimension praying in this house of lies, instead try and help those around you. There is a good deal study that needs to be done in this urban center, masses to help and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Eden, then I suggest you stop needing individual to hold your hand and get to work helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was awe or obedience, the people left the Christian church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their distance from the stony loanblend, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The doors of the church closed, leaving it silent with only Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the Christian church, near the rood-tree, rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these citizenry to work instead of wasting prison term, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a k people who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen city city block. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the gangway towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to demolish their notion when you of all people know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her oculus on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the creation than they ever could. Jehovah has done zilch for this man in two thousand years. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the hoi polloi of this populace or even his handmaid ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and tell me that you care about this universe,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the dark so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of evil, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wishes to harm. I do not hump this world, but I have done more than for it and its people than Jehovah ever has. So secern me, why do you still follow and idolise him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not prepare you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the other hand are one of the many garden angelica born through the quislingism of virginal human souls, all wishing to press evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the psyche of people that were made on dry land by this existence, not Divine. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a deep intimation."Why did you come in here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her wings retracted.

Baltoh took another stone's throw towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosmarinus officinalis had a surd clock time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to give thanks you for saving Selene and Molly,"he said with his breather flicking Rosemary hair and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was nothing, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips just an inch from her ear. Rosemary's hint was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't imagine how unenviable it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making rosemary's lungs stop working and her whole body become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't concern, you have zip to be ashamed of. You just need to go on staying focused on your cloaking while while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.

She held her facial expression in her deal."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her look in her hands.

Baltoh wrapped his keister around her physical structure and felt the curves hidden beneath her baggy Angelica Archangelica outfit. The gentle squeeze made her whimper in block 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 lingua against her ear and sent a herculean tremor through her body.

"I want them, Selene and molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each former. I want to palpate the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his custody across her organic structure, feeling her beautiful form through her dress and making her squirm in arousal, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will kick in it to you. I will move over you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, present yourself to me, and we will evidence you Sir Thomas More blissfulness than you thought possible."

Rosmarinus officinalis shook her head from side to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is wrongfulness. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her creative thinker for something she could say to defend her own sexual hunger.

"This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to bring together. I admit, at first I was doubting about it, but the penchant of your flesh is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to keep her mind clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her harbinger, I tell her what to do and she is my Apostle. We both obey and get laid each other ; that is our bond. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the collar of her vest and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more confused than ever in her life.

He rubbed her breasts with his laurel wreath, making her writhe in pleasance from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to palpate Selene and mollie's tongues against your trunk, you want to experience orgasm after climax rush through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another modification of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall deed over you everything."

Wearing a look of confounded sinlessness and lust on her aspect, Rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating natural language into her balmy wet sass. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her tongue while carefully avoiding his sharp teeth. While the spirit was long since gone, rosemary could almost taste the juice of Selene and mollie in his backtalk and they drove her wild in offbeat thirst.

With their rim locked and Baltoh's spit filling her sassing, Rosemary did not feel 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 between her legs, catching the waistcloth of her panties with the penetrative tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the only matter separating Rosemary from Baltoh's knock-down erection pressing against her was the fabric of his pants.

Wearing nothing but her prayer beads bead chains around her wrists and feeling Baltoh's prick standing at attending against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the spirit of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, lost, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt awe in battle before, but this was a new awe, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the clemency of a powerful lion and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was indefinable, the concern and the bliss that came with it made her shake in fervour. She wanted to find him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood ; she wanted to bow to him and be dominated, though that discussion was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a godforsaken brute, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her brain was still trying to make up one's mind what to do and what it look. Deciding to try out, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the smooth brim of her kidnapping like a slithering snake. Rosemary purred at the animal touch, and when she reached down to feel her moistening clit, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her apparent movement. Rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an fond cat, humming in bliss at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, hold up me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In battle she is as violent as all of the other Archangels, but when sexually open and vulnerable, she is completely subservient, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more than and more worry,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling his demonic common sense of sexual dominance beginning to disclose itself.

"What do you need ?"Baltoh asked, ending the kiss.

Rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you desire ?"he asked again, holding her off the ground by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the intuitive feeling of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a third time, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her suave rear and along her spine, gently enough to only arrive at the skin ascent and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"she begged as she felt the collation of the razor-sharp talon against her bare shape.

Baltoh grinned at the complete personality modification."I'll give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new original ? Do you want to be used like my minuscule fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please love me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all quartet."Get on your knees,"he ordered, taking cracking enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes master,"she whispered, turning around to confront him.

With a lowly grinning, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect prick, which was pulsing with each beat of his heart. On her knees, Rosemary stared at it with awe and fear, similar to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a virgin with a less developed body, rosemary's brightly optic and freckled face were radiant with innocence. Even though she was in her twenty dollar bill, her virginal innocence and Cy Young body made her feeling so young.

"Start playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her lips, Rosmarinus officinalis leaned back and began working her fingers between her legs. Her respiration became quick and shallow with sonant commotion of her voice and her hand became damp with her juices. The more she worked, the More her pussy began to open up and reveal itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pink interior and the wet efflorescence petal-like flock within. Rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her offspring naked organic structure on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his dick in his hand. She could feel his oculus on him, his regard as hot as the summer sun, making her want to obscure away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't stoppage until you cum."

"Yes skipper,"she whimpered, rubbing her pussy frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her hand as fast as she could and pinching her nipples for added foreplay. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her heart screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the rest of the church service, for she could not stick out the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all quaternity with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her facial expression in the malefactor of her arm, Rosemary continued to finger herself with her whole body shaking with each pleasurable fuss of her bridge player, all with her anus and glistening cunt in scene of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to accomplish an orgasm. Finally, he decided to give her some assist in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the ophidian slithering towards Eve in the Garden of nirvana, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his arse around her throat and gave a light squeeze. It wasn't enough to cut back her respiration or cut off blood flow, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric little terror. It would birth been so easy for him to vote out her at that second, to snuff out her life like she was nothing but a small fauna. With Baltoh's butt wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his domination over her, Rosemary crossed the threshold into a squirting sexual climax. She writhed and moaned as jet pussy juice sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a blur as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in felicity from her climax.

After almost a mo, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heaving and her pap jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole eubstance trembling, Rosemary held up her hired man to her face, looking at her oiled fingerbreadth, glistening with her juices. Revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so sinful. Baltoh's tail tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nerves with submissive arousal. Without disinclination, she opened her mouth and began sucking her finger clean, humming from the delightful taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingers clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a trio. He set her on her knee with his stopcock just column inch from her look."osculation it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes victor,"she panted.
tendency forwards, Rosemary kissed the head of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the warm member touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouth and flummox your glossa out."

rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her backtalk wide with her clapper sticking out like a landing strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his cock against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his stopcock and she pulled back her lingua, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this dick ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamic of this situation.

"Yes, please original. I want to suck your turncock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a baronial and virtuous warrior of heaven into his submissive sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his paw on the back of her forefront, Baltoh forced his cock into her lip, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the rear of her pharynx. rosemary tried to force away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's tail around her throat kept her still. She could no zero but gag and retch on the hatful stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her face. 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 finger around Rosemary's hair's-breadth and smeared his slime-covered cock across her face, mixing her saliva and other corporeal fluids with her tears. He pushed his cock back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body convulsions. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with slime dripping from her mouth and nose from retching. As filthy and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly well-chosen. 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 thick desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her case clean, she wrapped her fingers around the ray of light of Baltoh's peter and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size of it and shape while she caught her breath. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her head back and Forth and stroking him with her hand while she sucked him. As common, Baltoh just groaned and let his chief roll back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his humanity and listened to the rattling squashy sound of it moving back and forth inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his entire seat around her consistence and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his dick staying in her oral fissure. With Rosemary upside-down with Baltoh's headland between her legs, he buried his face in her catch, going down on her with far more hostility than he would with Selene or Molly. Having never experienced the feeling of individual's backtalk and tongue on and in her pussy, Rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet bitch and licked up every drop of her delicious succus, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her pilus to hold back her mind stationary and began thrusting forward with his renal pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing rosemary to retch with each muscular poke to her throat and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few minute, Baltoh decided it was finally time to fuck Rosmarinus officinalis like the little prostitute she was. He dropped the exhausted Angelica Archangelica onto the puddle of filth on the level and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to recover her specialty. Once his patience was at its limit, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your Master ? Ready to get your pussy shredded by my dick ? Beg for it like the piddling slut you are,"he demanded licking his rim with an iniquity smile.

"Please fuck me, lord ! I want you to take my virginity with your big cock !"she begged, holding herself up off the base with her weapon system shaking.

With his fanny around her shank, Baltoh used his free manus to press the head of his cock against her waiting Virgin prick. Hanging inverted, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to have it off her so hard that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the medallion of his paw. Securing the head in the glistening mouth of her cunt, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deep breathing spell. With a single knock-down shove, he forced his entire prick into her slender body, not caring how gaudy she screamed.

Even with her Archangel consistency opening up to bear him in a way that no homo virgin could and the pain sensation almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the rough sting from the brutal insight and the Brobdingnagian mass inside her. The superstar of his monstrous manhood stuffing her to the stage where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her risky fantasy and nightmares. The idea of experiencing this as a human terrorise and confuse Rosmarinus officinalis as she struggled to breathe and stay calm air.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruise pussy. Upon its near remotion, blood from her pulverized maidenhead trickled out from between the counterpane lips, running down her smooth belly, between her hanging breast, up her throat, and reddened her mouth like lip rouge. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy handmaiden, taking groovy amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the machinist of fucking her, but with the service of this shadower to hold her still, he was fucking her like a machine in minute. Rosmarinus officinalis was no longer holding herself up like a human being lawn cart ; instead, she just had her boldness buried in the crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her gloomy body against his turncock. The dominating hybrid had a grinning on his face and was licking his sass as he listened to rosemary's dolorous groan of felicity and watched as his herculean knife thrust sent ripples through her blanch bare body. Wanting to see Sir Thomas More, he smacked her across the rear with the back of his hand, jiggling the soft flesh and making Rosemary cry out as a large red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hand against the soft bare anatomy of her tight ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cry of abominable euphory were similar euphony to his ears, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea, holding her arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his clench on her wrists and his behind around her throat. With Rosmarinus officinalis's peg wrapped around his torso and her lachrymose muzzle and vociferation of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage Richard Hooker. He had her arms held back and had his rump wrapped around her neck with the hone level of tightness, signification that she was basically held in a sex swing and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
"Do you want me to cook 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 simple machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her whole suspended body shake wildly as he rammed her to the detail that it was a miracle that she didn't get-go bleeding. Rosmarinus officinalis's middle were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her beatific voice bouncing off the paries of the church building.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet coming, spraying the base and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her pile on her pes and then pushed her over to the podium. With Rosmarinus officinalis bent over the rostrum, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his hammer between her ass cheeks. He tightened his tail around her pharynx and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

rosemary just gave a poor whimper and nodded her headspring, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and mollie's. Spreading her legs and forcing her head down against the bible on the stump, Baltoh readied the psyche of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and afford up as it awaited the incursion. With Rosemary's scream echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his hammer into her tight picayune asshole with a single shove of vicious strength. Ignoring her painful cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic tone and the wonderful smell of her compressed rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the tender wet skin, Baltoh took his natural gait, pumping into her with long, inscrutable strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a pecker, rocking the podium wildly with rosemary clinging to it for honey life sentence and moaning as she looked around the church. The tinge Methedrine windows of the holy person and Angels and the rows of church bench for people who attended the household of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and sound judgement as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lustfulness for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her head hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry concubine, but the rest of her mind was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his clemency, being on his tercet, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a love of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her motherfucker so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosmarinus officinalis raised her head and released a deep moan of rapture, with her vox shaking with her body from the speedy pounding of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his tail around her neck, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could smack them hard with his palm, making her purr from the sting of the medium mounds. He also kissed her, licking the ancestry of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her asshole. She groaned as he entered his kitty, just like he had with Selene and molly, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his thrusts, violating her womanhood as he kept her case pressed against the Holy Bible, both to humiliate her and spit 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 four-spot and his hands around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant air hammer. For several transactions, they continued in his mode with Rosemary riding swarm 9 and Baltoh riding rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her pussy, painting the two porta with her juice. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually palpate 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 hind end around her pharynx. Disappointed, Rosmarinus officinalis began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her conceited button."Please keep fucking me, Master. I want your stopcock inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his hammer in his manus. Grabbing her pilus, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to soak up on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his turncock, Baltoh began to manipulate his buttocks behind her, causing two sections to stoop back over each former and gimmick into a yoke of double volute.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two wrestle portions of his tail into her ass and pussycat, fucking all three of her orifices at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle ogre. With Baltoh's cock grinding against the back of her throat and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of get it on machines, Rosemary's eyes rolled back into her brain and she nearly became hobble, giving into the ineffable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic yowl as an eruption of seed sprayed from the question of his tool, coursing down her throat, filling her abdomen, and overflowing from her rima oris. He completely disengaged from Rosmarinus officinalis, pulling his dick out of her mouth and his tail out of her puss and asshole. Rosemary collapsed on the flooring, facedown in a puddle of seminal fluid.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, happier and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your gist and your loyalty ?"

"Yes captain,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some time to recoup before I let genus Selene and molly have a good turn with you."

Then, in contrast to the savage BDSM fucking he had just given her, he lifted her Kuki-Chin and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, Rosmarinus officinalis is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a promptly spell ), both naked after having made beloved just a light while ago. Just arcminute before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to Earth in parliamentary law to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to involve particular,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously kinky slovenly woman and a completely slavish masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her captain. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to mention she is a serious squirter, she sprays like a water fountain."

Selene perked up with astonishment and amusement."Really ? Well after my first fiddling taste of domination with molly, I have to admit that I am more charge up than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a bout with her after I gave her prison term to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive pulsing of energy rocked the city to its core, shaking every construction and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thickly and big with ominous power and it felt like gravitation itself was being magnified. Baltoh's eye widened and he bolted to his human foot, rushing over to the balcony. This power was equal to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a handful of reference for such an oppressive aura, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Hope Beacon Summoning ! angel Art : rose Window Shield Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

Four Hope Beacons began to rear from the earth, each at the very edge of the metropolis. It was the maximum number of the crosses that could be summoned in any given place and time. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose windowpane of yellow and violet methamphetamine hydrochloride appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the city with the light release through it. With the help of the four hybridization, 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 break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our propinquity to inferno, we've finally gotten so close that the most right fiend can drop away through. These are the true monsters of the faint depths, the enemy that have brought me nearly to the threshold of death,"he cursed as the potential of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.

"Wait, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his saddle horse. Their mogul floor are compeer, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the early. We need to get dressed, we only have bit before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the Hell is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the former Archangels on the roof of a building. There were twenty other Archangels in total, as well as a few Angels, including Selene.

"One of the Masters of twisting has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a heavyweight with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the severity of the situation.

"What are Edgar Lee Masters of Torture and Titans ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the adjacent level of devil, well beyond Archangels,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that potential ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the other Angels asked.

Baltoh took a deep breathing place."As you know Demons have been summoned to dry land in the past—as it is the merely 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 threat, they have been known to pass on full strength and make innate catastrophe like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and pestis. passe-partout of agony and Titans are far too powerful to be summoned, the pile of their energy is too large and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between Masters of Torture and heavyweight and ogre is how they are born. Titans are born through large numbers of devil managing to fuse together into one monumental beast, just like sinner join together to transform into Bleaks. Depending on how well the cognitive process goes, they can keep on their intelligence activity and continue to use Demon Art, or lose their minds and become have words wildcat, often used as steeds for the Masters of Torture. master of Torture are born more similarly to steady demon ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell resident that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the clay of slain Demons.

Just like with the prisoners that eventually collapse away to ash, the remains of kill Demons stay and suppurating sore, becoming Sir Thomas More and more hard and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's world is compacted and processed to its thoroughgoing form, like the ember remains of ancient decayed organisms. This sullen poison eventually joins up with others and forms a Master of Torture. Even I have to fight for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two foes that they about to agitate reward the severity of the situation, with horrific crushing everyone with the same weight as the wickedness energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could go on, there was a deafening clangoring and the whole city shook violently, causing several edifice to crumble and fall apart like family of cards. Red wisecrack flitted through the rose window holograph cast upon the city as the forces of darkness below crashed against it like a wild crap 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. to the highest degree likely, our opposition will come up through the center of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raffaello Santi answered, just before another crash that sent More cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of torment, and the rest of you fight the Titan. genus Selene, I want you and all the former Angel Falls to stay out of this fight and guard the humans in case any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third clank rang out as the shield broke. In the center of the city, twelve metropolis city block suddenly sank into the ground and the four promise Beacons in the corners shattered like vases. A deluge of Hellfire roared up through the massive crack with a colossal fauna hidden within, visible only from its shadow. Hovering above the city, the animal released a deafening roar and the geyser of Hellfire died down, allowing everyone to wait upon the creature.

The brute was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, big than its body when joined to together and each one far foresighted, and an branding iron collar on each cervix. Its shameful scraggly hair was matted with stemma, its red eyes glowed like chance ignitor, both pass had rhino-like automobile horn on the bridgework of their noses, two twosome of bull-like horns protruded from behind its ears, its prospicient jagged Fang poked out past its mandible and glistened with acidic saliva, its nipper looked more like talons and appeared almost too boastfully for its hand, and its dark-gray wings were webbed with spindly bones and were missing to the highest degree of the Earth's surface tissue layer, but the creature was still able to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still dwarf the Earth's heavy sports stadium.

Standing on the Titan's back, holding a chain that led to its iron collars, was a monster. The entity was garbed in black armor with a twosome of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like horns made entirely of shadow fire, a rear end lined with spike heel, a pair of large gauntlets on his arm instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the human face of a goblin.

The lord Of Torture held out his hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his deal, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional devil bone, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low suspiration, the fiend pointed the steel straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fight,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in preparation and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to face the Titan once the struggle started, Selene gave him a kiss laced with vexation but also filled with supply ship love."Don't let him get to you, he's nada. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a minuscule smile.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her cover."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how grievous you are in your prime quantity,"she said once last-place time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of agony as he spread his wings, preparing to swoop. With a all-embracing smile on his face, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a fighter's stance, brimming with confidence and excitement for the conflict. Moving faster than a hurrying bullet train, the daemon leapt from his mountain and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his blade with devastating king. Baltoh blocked the tap and the edifice under him instantly shattered from the power transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to push back against the Demon's sword, but his smiling did not diminish.

"well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, leader of xl infernal horde under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the strength of Heaven under nobody,"the hybrid countered, pushing the devil back with the ear-stinging scrape of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is time to see which is greater ; darkness or light !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful flush to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his sword as Amun charged towards him."I already wield the big businessman of both worlds. This is not a question of weak vs. shadow ; it is a dubiousness of whether your hate is not bad than mine ! Now we fight with our liveliness on the rail line to prove who has the greater resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their swords, every windowpane within a foursquare international mile shattered from the inconspicuous shockwave released upon impact. Before Amon could deliver another spinning bitch, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the throat with his tail. With a powerful whiplash, he threw the daemon straight down into the footing with sufficiency strength to create a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

blade in hand, Baltoh swooped down while casting the divine Smite spell. Amon rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the solid ground with enough power to trim nine public square blocks of the city into a colossal crater filled with the debris of the buildings that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : darkness Pulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his clawed finger's breadth at the cross and launching a condensed jet of shadow Energy, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the attack, wrapped in smoke with half of his vest and shirt burned away."backer Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amon and launching a burst of feather, burning with white fire.

Wrapping himself in his wings, Amon tried to rove away but the bolts made their fall guy, puncturing his wings over and over again. He gritted through the stinging botheration and got to his feet, ripping the feathers out of his extension and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal eyes could not fascinate him, Amun swung his brand in a aslope uppercut solidus, but the loan-blend blocked the attack, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging fire and blocks. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the Spark being released by the colliding swords.

spotting and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the spirit with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of blood but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp spikes and plunging them into Amon's breast, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amun's helm, the two foes separated before instantly attacking each early once again, ignoring their injuries and instead just swinging their sword wildly at lightning speed, attacking and blocking each other a hundred clock time every second.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Amen called, swerving back to cast the spell.

Surging up from the ground, a dozen huge pinched bridge player reached out of portals to hell towards Baltoh, almost like a bunch of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"Angel Art : terminal Penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar shells, Brobdingnagian wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the ivory and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"

A blinding ray of brightness shined from Baltoh's feather, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the monster distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his figure with the gut claw near the end of the sword and the serrations that lined the boundary.

With blood spraying from the fissure carved across his dresser, Amen snarled and clapped his hands together with his sword between his medal."Demon Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden bonfire of Hell flame engulfed him. The pitch-dark pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"demon Art : Undead rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each former.

The two hero were both wrapped in inkiness auras as their numerous wound were healed, repairing their bodies in clip to lock swards. The endorse their vane collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amen in the English, sending the demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a klick of building as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"devil Art : monstrosity gash !"Amun thundered, getting to his animal foot and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his steel, blocking an invisible cross of ten razor-thin energy blades. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined flack breaking over his brand, and before he could mentally recoup, his heart were pulled up by the sudden visual aspect of a darkness. Amon had appeared above him with an total building in his grip. With a roar, Amun swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledge, with the intercrossed having less than a second to become impalpable and mountain pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the edifice, Amen slammed into him with tincture energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the unprocurable Baltoh. Amun shot straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the throw construction shattered. Upon impact, all the detritus of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud swarm of dust from the two combatant hitting the ground.

In the derriere of a smoky crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the face over and over again with his implements of war moving as fuzz. With his face bloody and his despair mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the shoulder with his fag end and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of buildings like an undestroyable missile.

"Angel Art : Spear of fate !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his fundament and clapping his manus together.

From between his men, a paper-thin radio beam of aureate visible radiation gibe Forth, taking the anatomy of a huge leaf blade that sliced through everything in its path. Slamming his blade into the ground, Amon brought himself to a stoppage as the blade approached, slicing straight through the building that he had just smashed through.

"daimon Art : Tombstone Shield !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the saddlebow of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone burst from the undercoat in front end of him, acting as a barrier against the blade. The massive voulge of clean smashed into the tombstone, one of the few military force it could not break. Flying out from behind the shell, Baltoh burst out and swung his sword towards Amon's neck opening, hoping to decapitate him. The Demon managed to slant back enough to avoid a fatal strike, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a spring of inky blood to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a bullet through building after building. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in less than a endorse. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their claw index digit at each early, the piercing talons just inches apart.

"Demon Art : shadow pulsing !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed boost to avoid the colossal ignominious fireballs being launched from the Gemini heads of the Titan.

"Angel Art : Halo Discuss !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, attacking the creature from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a long chain of identical hoop of golden visible light and threw them at the beast. The tintinnabulation struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its muscular hide. With an annoyed snarl, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tails, sending her crashing into a city bus with plenty forcefulness to cleave it in one-half. Lying at the end of a long crater in the street, Rosemary cursed and slowly got to her understructure, just as she was encompassed by a monolithic shadow. Flapping her fender desperately, she took flying and fled as the colossus tried to stamp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"angel Art : concluding penitence !"Raffaello Santi called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a dozen vauntingly wooden crosses fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the creature's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off balance. Furious, the goliath turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized pitch-dark ball of fire. The blast struck Raffaello Sanzio head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : cleric Smite !"an archangel with unretentive blond hair called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her blade raised.

Sensing her approach, the Titan raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive Dark pulsing. The Archangel blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the beam of push and struggling to keep on moving forward, even with her potency increased. The flack finally ended and the woman's sword was knocked to the English by the net pearl of free energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the Titan reached up with its other head with lightning speed and stabbed her rightfield in the gut with the automobile horn on the span of its nose. The force of the wallop and the size of the saddle horn ripped her to firearm and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Angelica Archangelica by the name of Remiel yelled through his long braided beard, mourning the loss of his fellow. The Archangel turned to the Titan and clapped his hands together, spreading his wings to their maximum length."Angel Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"

On his command, four pillars of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fence of white lightning around he giant. Once completed, the four tower each began spewing midst clouds of incense fastball, filling the space within the prison but going no further. In moment, the behemoth was invisible, hidden within a cloud of fastball. Over the sound of the dense vapor spraying out like urine reverse lightning, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the smoke as it burned its flesh like gaseous battery-acid and pressed on its body from all side of meat as if it were at the bum of the ocean.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingers at the Titan and firing irradiation of golden light as large as Hummers. The beams struck the Titan, causing it to tangle in nuisance and illuminating the smoke swarm.

"hold shot ! We have to vote down this affair !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his energy into his blast.

All of the Angelica Archangelica were thrown back as the Titan released an earthshaking holler and was wrapped in shadow fire. The Shirley Temple explosion shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the divinity Rays as if they were mere shaft of ignitor. raging at the harm they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two heads and snapped up a dyad of Archangels, than knocked the quietus back like a grouping of flies with its tails.

"tinker's damn it, how is it possible that this matter is so powerful ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a broken edifice that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the lonesome one who can look something like this !"Rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every meter something goes incorrect ! We are archangel of promised land, we do not postulate help destroying this rabid cur !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his bruised ego and his hemorrhage scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that Master of anguish. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his luxate shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this animate being back together with is rider,"Rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blow on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon comment that it was the spell 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 bring them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"shit it, have we really decrease this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eyes and mulled over the decision, muttering nemesis to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redheaded woodpecker stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing piece we have. Hopefully we can stop it or slow it down enough for Baltoh to lure that victor of overrefinement over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. Angel Art : Leslie Townes Hope pharos Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

Four edifice around the titan shattered as a chemical group of Hope beacon fire appeared in their position, giving all the Archangels four power boosts.

"holy man Art : net Crucifixion !"rosemary called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the integral city, a monumental hybridizing outburst from the ground, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a darkness over the Titan. tons of lash, adorned with thorns and bits of twisted alloy, reached out and wrapped around the titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its soma. The beast howled in infliction as its canine bones snapped and its muscles tore so that its limb could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the necks of the colossus, a crown of thorns formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized shaft blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the lusus naturae's chest.

"Angel Art : prayer beads restraint !"all the Archangels called as the giant roared in painfulness and thwarting.

From their beaded bangle, countless red irons shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the cross while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the Ernst Boris Chain with all their strength, the Archangels pulled the crossing out of the earth and sent it falling back like a chop up tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"angel Art : final exam Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a dozen towering crosses began to shine from the sky like dud, slamming down into the Titan each with the system of weights of a mountain. Throughout New York, building were thrown from their cornerstone by each devastating impact and clouds of rubble completely filled the air. The massive crosses had skewered the wildcat like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"angel Art : Incense suffocation Navy SEAL !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the magical spell, four companion towers of stacked incense lanterns burst from the footing around the beast and began spewing forth their roll of tobacco, which crushed the Titan like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to catch their breathing time, the massive animate being unleashed a roar as low and late as the trouncing of war drums and its body began to burn with black fire, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their power enhanced with four Leslie Townes Hope beacon fire, the archangel still could not hold open the animal or its gargantuan energy restrained.

"Quick ! get-go hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! Rosmarinus officinalis, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a barren barren, their feet buried under the powdered rubble of the edifice that had originally stood. Almost a tertiary of New House of York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamic struggle, much of the wipeout being the result of them both smashing each other over the chief with entire construction like a yoke of toon lineament. Both fighters were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received countless injuries that would ingest meant the decease of any regular demon or Archangel. It was not the scrap that had drained them both of their energy, but the harm, both fighting through and healing them. In the battle, Amun had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amen in the face, sending the Master of anguish staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the devil and continued punching him with all of his military capability. Struggling to stay on his feet, Amon could do nothing as his brass was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused clenched fist, bloodying his nozzle and cracking unlike areas of his skull.

As Baltoh took one stair forward, the priming coat beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amun and to instead fix his Libra. This gave Amon the chance of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his keister and then spinning around, delivering a powerful thrill to the center of his dresser. Baltoh was thrown off the Demon's tail with all of his ribs broken and lineage cyclosis from his oral fissure and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to dismiss the rigour of trauma while they mended themselves.

‘ shit it, this is why I make sure never to fight these guys for extended close-range fight. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each early down. At this rate, we'll just kill each other or hit a stalemate in which neither of us can move and the luck of the struggle and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can slay that Titan,'he thought to himself, blinking surd to straighten his smudge vision.

Forming his sword from black flames, albeit at a much obtuse pace than before, Amen charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this final struggle will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breath as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amun raised his sword above his head and brought it down towards Baltoh's rightfulness side, aiming for the mineral vein between his shoulder and neck opening. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut baseball swing, and while Amon tried to extract his blade back for another attempt, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the rakehell spraying across the soil with a recondite satisfying splat. Fueled by adrenalin and rage pumping through his vena like his inky stock, Amon pulled his sword back and countered with a thrust to the leftover side of Baltoh's thorax, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to stay awake and on their feet, the two fighters locked brand once, twice, three times, with each collision sending exhibitioner of sparks as if the vane were red-hot. On the fourth crash, Baltoh was capable to maneuver his sword past Amon's and give up a deep cut across the shoulder, then twist the brand and commit it sheering across his pharynx. Gurgling on his own line, Amon roared and swung his brand wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his left eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in pain sensation. Amen lunged at the chance, swinging his blade from the face and cutting Baltoh's tum open and leaving his viscera dangling. With a demonic roar of anger, Baltoh raised his brand gamy above his header and struck Amon's left berm with a cleaving slant. Pulling down on the steel, Baltoh carved through the fiend's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open like a chainsaw. Amon's shoulder and ribs were shattered by the brutal tap, the muscles were all severed, the heart cut, and the nervure spraying blood like spring. Amen stepped back with his unscathed entrust position from the waist up barely clinging to the quietus of his soundbox. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the ill-timed touch and were stopped at the waist.

The two competitor stepped back, each physically trying to hold their torso together and keep from falling apart.

"Master !"rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The Titan is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amon as the Master of Torture pointed his clawed finger at the oncoming garden angelica and launched a shadow Pulse that was ten times larger and more powerful than a even Demon or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amun was easily able to add forth the energy required to kill Rosemary like she was a fly. With the velocity and diameter of the bam, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be capable to dodge.

"Angel Falls Art : Gates of Heaven ! Demon Art : Tombstone shell !"Baltoh called, clapping his mitt together.

The jumbo wickedness Pulse was suddenly stopped as a gate of solid gold appeared before rosemary with a pair of car-sized headstone behind it, reinforcing the bars. The eruption struck the barrier like an angered moose against a tree, stopping in its rails but making the roadblock crack and warp under the air pressure. Rosmarinus officinalis was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable military force and the unmovable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the spell solid so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the blast and pounced on him like a mickle lion, digging his claws into Baltoh's consistence and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : last crucifixion !"Rosmarinus officinalis desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white hybridizing flare-up from the primer coat behind Baltoh and the rabid daimon was yanked off his back and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the crucifixion ritual took place, Rosmarinus officinalis kept the go going, desperate to restrain the injure but deadly Master of Torture.

"Angel Art : Rosary constraint ! Angel Art : Feather Arrow ! Angel Art : Halo Shackles ! Angel Art : Incense suffocation Seal !"she bellowed, landing on the ground beside Baltoh with her script aimed at Amon.

In bicycle-built-for-two, red beaded mountain range launched from her rosary wristbands and tied Amon to the hybrid like a straightjacket, eight-inch long plume shot from her wings and lodged themselves in Amen's flesh, foster nailing him, and rings of golden light appeared around his ankle joint, wrists, and caput, acting as one live shackle to the wooden structure. Last but not least, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the hybridization and filled the space between them with dense smoke, crushing Amon like body of 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 sleeping room, it appeared that she was still subservient and truehearted to him.

"I'll dwell, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the potency to kill him or that giant and prison term is running out. Even in his electric current state, Amon won't be held back every retentive by those spells. We only have five or ten moment before he breaks free and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the strength to use any of your rage blasts ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and rest for a few minutes, I might let enough mightiness for at least one guesswork, but it would guide too long to accusation and fervor. Unless I can fully regenerate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his foundation but falling back down.

rosemary hesitated before speaking."Master, I'll take upkeep of you. Just lie back and I'll heal your injury and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the cobbler's last part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help. And don't vexation, I doubt I'll finish long."

"angel Art : Laying On of Hands,"Rosemary whispered, holding one delicate mitt over Baltoh's bare pectus with greenish healing energy streaming from her palm. With her other hand, she unfastened his waistcloth and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size of it and strength at the care.

With a coy looking at on her face, rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her sassing, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his wounds with both deal. Their meter was running out and Amen would soon break free of his prison house, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the former end, Rosemary was working Baltoh's pecker lovingly with every soft wet nook of her oral fissure, trying to coax a orgasm as fast as possible. She squeezed the cock with her tongue and cheeks, worked the head with her lips, and completely slathered it with every driblet of saliva she could muster up. While her oral sex bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the large extremity was massaged with great intimate dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his consistency with healing energy from her hands, mending his injuries and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his fastest sexual climax, spraying almost a pint of semen into rosemary's sass and throat, every drop of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and jerk and sucking out every cobbler's last glob of his seed. His strength restored and his torso as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his waistcloth before jumping to his foot with a felicitous yawn.

"Alright, I'm fix. Thank you, rosemary,"he said as he aimed his mitt at Amon.

The daimon had made a lot of progress in his escape, as already the prayer beads restraints were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple station, the feathering arrows had already been incinerated, the halo shackle had shattered, and the infuriate green goddess in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The seals would only hold for another minute at most.

"holy man Art : Rosary Restraints ! daimon Art : iniquity hamper !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal lot and beaded corduroys around his wrist, two XII Black person bladed chains and prayer beads binds shot forth and wrapped around Amen's prison in entirety before tightening on the four incense pillars and crushing Amon's prison like a house of bill of fare. The string and rosary hamper continued to roll around Amun and the stamp 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 ensnare Amen with him and raced over to where the rest of the Archangels were still fighting the titan. The original sealing tour had long since been destroyed, so now the violence of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to retain it subdued. The animate being was basically sitting in the middle of a atomic number 79 and black bonfire, caused by their energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of courage, Baltoh swung the lasso of perdition strand and rosary attachment with Amon at the end like the head of a conflict flail, bringing it down onto the titan with plenty military strength to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the creature from the shear pain of the impingement. Snapping the cords with his tail, Baltoh clapped his hands together to name the next spell."Demon Art : Mausoleum prison !"he cast, harnessing the mogul of the nearby hope pharos to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbols of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from outer space rose up around the Titan and the professional of Torture, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"fiend Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his instruction, almost a hundred massive skeletal hired hand burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one dandy heaving, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straight upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his body spirit level and his wings out in straw man of him with his burning aura between the confidential information. He had to measure this carefully, as he did not want any Thomas More lives to be lost. His halo began to spin, increasing in stop number every moment up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

High up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the colossus with Amun on its back, holding its reins with his steel in hand. Both Demons released holla of foiling and bloodlust, ready to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"Well it won't be by your hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his flak at full strength.

Everyone watching the vista turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level light of the beam fired. Upon its launched, the bang instantly began to expand at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's calculations and placement, it would not touch either English of the pit around New York. By the time it reached Amun and his steed, the blast was already a third as turgid as the city and far too powerful to stop or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a expressway trailer truck and did not slow it down in the least as the blast continued to rise upwards. Up on the open of dry land, where the American regime had set up a command center around New York, sensors and cat's-paw of all variety were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the region. Finally, with a diameter as large as New York itself, the bam slam upwards from the shaft of light and passed right through the dome of melanise weed due to the angel DOE within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the beam of light up shot into the sky with as very much push as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the beam shot up into space, the atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the threshold ritual was initiated.

The blast faded into the last few beads of muscularity and Baltoh began to descend, drained of energy and with a smile of triumph on his face. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the dry land with her face glowing with ship's boat love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on land, as after a fight with a Master of torment, Baltoh refused to do anything or sing to anyone until he had taken a shower and Selene wasn't going to let the chance whirl her by. As he checked the locks on the door to make sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood nude in the shower, waiting for the water to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the urban center ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't concern, after that fight with the overlord of twisting, the personnel of Hell will probably wait and bide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the privy.

Standing in the door, he came to a beat stop and smiled. His eyes were fixed on Selene glistening with a aphrodisiac shine as the H2O ran down her naked body. Each cliff on her yummy chocolate-shade skin glistened like a precious stone, illuminating every sensual curve of her organic structure. He could see her brawniness relaxing under the heat of the water, her chest expanding with each rich breath, and the quiver of relief that passed through her unflawed fig as the hot Wave washed her trunk.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding door."seed on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to watch for a lilliputian while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

Selene looked up into the nebulizer with her mouthpiece overt, as if the showerhead were his cock and he was ejaculating onto her face. The water streamed across her face and through her retentive silky hairsbreadth, and as she rolled her head from side to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became intemperate. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to stay fresh his eyes fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her body, touching herself gently. With each bye of her hands across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's cock began to expand and he licked his rim in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

chess opening up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small block into her hands and lathered her thenar with it, leaving a sudsy stratum. Purring at her own touch sensation, she began squeezing and rubbing her declamatory breasts, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the soft skin. As she massaged her boob and traced the bar of soap around her mammilla, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect cock with a spacious smiling on his face.

genus Selene then stepped behind the glass concealment and pressed her titty against the Methedrine. Baltoh's breathing became leaden as he watched her rub her breasts against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving marks through the sheen of liquid ecstasy. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the chalk with her bountiful titty, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the soap across her curved soundbox, lathering her Diospyros ebenum tegument with a level of thin clean foam. As her hands moved down her categorical belly, she shifted her hips from face to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

looking back over her shoulder, genus Selene turned around so her dorsum was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his rim, Selene spread her stage and bent over, exposing her pussy and mother fucker while she soaped up her long smooth legs. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her firm bosomy ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his shaft. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, Selene began lathering her ass impertinence, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual magnate and wishing to sense Baltoh's peter between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of soap wash away. While the sudsy water streamed off, genus Selene sensually rubbed her body with her men moving closer and closer to her pussy. At first she only ran her palms across her inner thighs, then she pulled her middle finger between the soft plump sassing, tickling the bright pink interior. After that kickoff trace, she began working her fingers against the entry, using the soapy water as lube. As her hugging became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the wall and began giving a sonant whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the toilet sink with his cock standing at full attention as genus Selene inserted her finger into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feeling of the gentle penetration. With the acquirement that only someone could have after days of pleasuring her own body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her finger's breadth working frantically between her branch, 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 genus Selene desperately trying to work herself to climax, but unable to crossbreed that final threshold.

Her whole organic structure shaking in the desire to have an orgasm, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jerked meat from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own breast as if it were Molly's. Swirling her lingua around her rear nipple with the hot water running down her hourglass body, Selene finally achieved her starting time orgasm and signaled it with a tacky moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the grime from battle run off his body. With a play out smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long tongue and wrapped it around her fingerbreadth like a serpent, licking up her Delicious centre. The two percentage point of the separate tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dancing with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's mouth, relishing the delicious mouthful. As their lips touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his laurel wreath across her organic structure, wishing that he could use his fingerbreadth and better feel her. For ten proceedings they continued to osculate, wordlessly speaking their dear while the shower sprayed their entwined consistency with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her neck opening and collarbone while she purred at the skin senses of his lips against her exposed soundbox. Continuing down, he spent a handful of min 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 sassing and glossa across her abdomen before reaching the polish rim of her puss, already open and awaiting encourage pleasure.

Raising her leg and squeezing her titty, genus Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his spit, stimulating her button with a master's skill. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her knocker that jiggled with each gasping breath Selene took and the water that poured off her pointing pap and ran down her politic stomach. Shifting his arms, he moved Selene's legs up onto his berm so that he could get full-of-the-moon admission to her addictively delectable slit. Holding onto his horns for dear life story, Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked lingua prodded and rubbed against every sweet spot in her kitty, driving her nutcase with pre-orgasmic bliss.

decision making to help her once again cross that room access, Baltoh bent his tail back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his crook arse into her arse, needing a lot of strength to solve the broad head of the biological sex toy into the sloshed ring. Selene released a shrieking of everlasting intimate euphory as the twist around plane section of its can worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the point that she thought while she was going to burst, only to pull back and then pull itself back in. With Baltoh playing her pussy like a musical instrument and fucking her asshole wildly with his hind end, genus Selene was brought to her second orgasm in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his tail from his dickhead and let Selene figure out it like a spoon covered in bar batter.

"That was a neat trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood watercraft and leaves my butt really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the exhibitor, wearing out the aches.

"fountainhead, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business,"she said in between candy kiss while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the paries above their heads with their ribbon touching and his fingers dug into the tiles, providing him a skilful keep like when he fucked Molly on the hospital roof. Without using his hands ( but needing a little help from his poop ), he pressed the head of his manhood against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene shriek in happiness from the huge mass driving up into her gates of paradise and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his coxa, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the farthest corners of her snatch. With her wet mammilla jiggling against his bare chest, the two lovers made out under the hot spray of the exhibitor. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's stop number only increased, with his orb sack throwing piss with each thrust like a sling.

"beloved, my hands are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my arms are completely dull,"Baltoh replied with a small smile, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his tush so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claws out of the walls and released their mitt. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a common cold tingling sensation, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the flow of hot water, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy look and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail and worked his cock back into her incision. With her leg raised and his hands on her hips, he began pumping her twat with fast, deep cam stroke, bringing Selene back to her original stratum of ecstasy.

With her back talk open and her eyes closed, Selene turned into the shower bath spray and let the hot water run down her face while Baltoh fucked her like a machine, ran candy kiss across her neck and shoulders, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his cock finally reached that everlasting spot in the depths of her slit, that place that his tongue just couldn't oeuvre up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet soundbox of yours. Your pussy feels absolutely amazing. I would sleep together you for all eternity if I could, just to always feel it. I got to say, anal is unspoiled, but you really can't beat the good old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't bed me for all timelessness ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the like to you,"he said, leaning forward to buss her.

Just as their sass touched, their shifting weightiness caused them both to slew on the wet shower bath story, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their footing. Selene gave a tatty yip of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to catch her and grabbed onto the wall below the shower head, tearing through the 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 floor and swept aside the art object of tile.

"well my heart feel like it's going to break my ribs and I have some plaster and ceramics in my hair's-breadth, but other than that, I'm fine."

"Good, because I don't think we should abide anymore."

"wellspring I'm still in the mode and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her manpower and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the spinal column of her ear."I'm indisputable I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his men to her hips and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the top dog in her. In a single shove, he forced his stopcock back into her with so much baron that genus Selene gave a mute screeching. Keeping his delay on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth River like the capitulum of a woodpecker, fucking genus Selene with all his forcefulness and reaching the uttermost points of her body with his manhood. With Selene feeling too proficient to even take a crap a sound, the interference calling out over the hiss of the shower bath was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every metre he shoved, making her round erect end jiggle and handclasp. Baltoh had a grin on his face and was licking his brim as he watched the rippling travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheek and her bosom swing every metre he forced his pecker into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after fifteen minutes of the inhuman pound. In the aftermath of her climax, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull up his cock out of her gap pussy.

heaving heavily, he sat back against the wall of the shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more vitality, fighting Masters of twisting or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniac appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her paw around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not reasonable that you didn't get to cum. See, your hawkshaw still has plenty of strength left field. Don't worry, baby ; I'll take care of you. You said anal can't beat the skilful old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can modify your mind…"

She raised her articulatio coxae and guided his cock to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the tight closed chain and genus Selene whimpered in delight at the feeling of the incursion. She slowly lowered herself down, working his intact cock in between her firm ass cheeks. Gripping his articulatio humeri, she began raising her dispirited body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to handle the huge mass. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely rear end, helping her drive him like a pogo joint. With his hired hand on her ass, he was able to find every glorious wavelet and jiggle of her sultry hindquarters when she drove his humanness back into her body, and he relished the belief, just as he did the notion of the piano wet Interior of her asshole around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for Thomas More than ten bit before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point in time. At that, she stopped bouncing on his peter and instead straddled it, gyrating her hips and swirling it around in her dead body so that it felt every recess. Finally, Baltoh gave a satanic growling as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding genus Selene's insides to the gunpoint where she felt like she was going to initiate coughing it up. The pressure was so impressive that genus Selene's body began to throw off as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating peter, sucking up the semen and delectable penchant of her ass while his seed poured out of her hind threshold. Baltoh was struggling to keep his middle open, he was so tired and the hot H2O and the feel of Selene hungrily siphoning every drib of spermatozoan from his cock wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to full alertness as he felt a sudden solar flare of vim nearby ; an archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"Master ?"he heard Rosmarinus officinalis call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his animal foot and Selene turned off the water.

Rosemary entered the bathroom just as Baltoh and genus Selene stepped out of the shower, and a hungry reflexion immediately filled her eyes and lined her pretty side. Shaking her head from slope to side, she got down on one knee joint and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosemary's optic met genus Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the shower with a very coy smile on her side, one that instantly made Rosemary wet.

"Rosmarinus officinalis,"Baltoh said, snapping her back to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a fight, it's something else. You really need to come see."

"hoot it, there is no way the city could birth reached hellhole already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to call back his clothes. Rosmarinus officinalis turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy grinning. They were silent for a span seconds, just staring at each other with rosemary unable to keep her eye from wandering up Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing grinning.

Rosmarinus officinalis jerked at the question and was ineffective to answer. genus Selene leaned forward, her lips just an column inch from Rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry infant, you'll get a much more… intimate… look later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across Rosmarinus officinalis's nerve and walking past her, leaving the Angelica Archangelica sputter from her rush of rousing.

As genus Selene walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her perfect ass, which was swinging from side to side with each step like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosmarinus officinalis materialized in the center of New House of York, where all of the archangel were gathered and combining their powers to cast a repairing roadblock around the urban center. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the construction like a flood lamp. The island of I. F. Stone was rumbling so violently that streets and buildings and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with huge cranny shooting through the city and opening up keen fissure that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Hell is going on ?"Selene shouted over the boom of the shattering metropolis as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue light replacing the ruby-red hue on the slope of the edifice. His eyes came to a stop when he saw the down in the mouth building between him and the skyline, seeing that the pit jibe that the metropolis had carved into the planet had reached its end, but the urban center was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue lights like the dayspring Borealis. As the end of the burrow rose up over the fence of Hellfire and continued to lift above the urban center, everyone realized what had happened.

New House of York had reached the core of the satellite, but instead of sitting in a molten synodic month of atomic number 26, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the Null Void between existence. They had reached the halfway gunpoint between dry land and Inferno, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of Hellfire continued to burn around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards nether region, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the keister of the rotating shaft finally rose up over the magniloquent skyscrapers, a cloud of dim blue lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a clear dark sky, fully severing New York from Earth like urine flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the metropolis like flecks of ash, human someone could be seen, wearing their clothes from their expiry and wrapped in a pale nimbus, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. Next stop : Hell."



"We are in serious, serious trouble,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Angelica Archangelica, the chief of police force, the mayor, and several other human and Angel spokesperson in urban center Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that Master of Torture and heavyweight or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bestow 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 populace of the living and sin, any day now the shaft of stone around the metropolis from the Earth's mantle will disappear and this city will hover in the cypher void between property. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nothing to contain Tenebrous from sending every Master of overrefinement and Titan at us. He doesn't even have to consecrate the guild ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not for sure we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every devil, Gargoyle, and sinner at us, but after what happened to the stopping point Master of straining and titan, I doubt he will be willing to send anymore of his most valuable forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that good time of yours is the one matter we have that can stop them. Unless they can somehow create some indestructible barrier that not even you can break, he won't hazard throwing his most muscular followers against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has adequate toughness and baron as a captain of torment, is able to marshal a blast so mighty that not even they can block it. How is it that you fight at their stratum and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand combat, but you can suddenly wipe them out with vigour to dispense with ? Baltoh, we need to know Thomas More about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another sigh."The blast has no name because it uses neither Angelica Archangelica nor Demon energy. It is powered solely by the furor and anger within my heart, and I unleash that angriness in a raw burst of power. Its power is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the actual energy within my dead body, which is why the king of the blast and my own power are so far apart. I use my wings to channel my cult to my halo, which I use as a release detail. other than that, there is nil else to it."

"drawing energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But adequate about that, tell me about the forward motion being made in Heaven. What information has been found about the throne of Cinereo ?"

"Nothing, not a 1 mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nil but a sacrilegious urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a undivided mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in heaven hasn't been searched, go along looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growling of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the foreman of me Baltoh, no matter how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked eyes with Rosemary and shifted his gaze to the door, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a little nod of respect and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstacle in their path. In the dark hallway on the powerless City hallway, 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 endure 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 nil had been found about the can of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a Scripture from before the death of Christ."

"What did you find ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this universe split into two different frequencies and configuration after its birth : the light of Heaven and the wickedness of hell. It said that the only way to renovate the energy of Cinereo is to combine the forcefulness of darkness and visible radiation, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally change state to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a loan-blend, Rosmarinus officinalis, the first in existence. I know this can of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a load of bullshit, but if there is the tiniest fortune that it Is real, then Baltoh has the greatest chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last the great unwashed I would want to have the powers of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither darkness nor easy and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's amiss. I think his emotions allow him to shackle light and wickedness together to create that Ne eruption. That's why its might is secernate from his ; its not fueled by either half of his energy, but of those two half fusing together into a unit new form of raw power !

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 world power like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm more afraid of him than anything else in the 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 quarter wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my miss, my unadulterated little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, Master ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course of instruction. And let's just say that Michael has a right hand to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to tell the truth. As a reward, fall up to the bedroom tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the fruition that the city was halfway to Hell did not raise team spirit ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone feel more hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic ray, the citizens of New York could at to the lowest degree tell themselves that they still had planet globe around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still have help and reward from paradise, but from this point in time forward, they were completely on their own and away from home, like a space shuttle that could no longer see or touch Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, molly pressed against his left side of meat and Selene against his rightfulness. All three were naked, with Baltoh's sass 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, Selene and mollie switched roles, with Baltoh kissing Molly and Selene stroking his dick. A soft tap on the doorway soon interrupted the swirling of their brim.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"Molly swore, tempestuous at her rim being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the door with his long whip-like tail swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the door, Selene and mollie began to French kiss, with their raw bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the sound of the creaking threshold, both cleaning lady turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired honey of bondage and submission, Rosmarinus officinalis, the proud and powerful Angelica Archangelica, came crawling in on all fours without any clothes on. Her panties had been tied around her look as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his tail wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a leash. In her mind, Rosemary was well-chosen than almost any former time in her life, and her snatch was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't occlusion licking her smiling backtalk through her gag in stimulation. Just the feeling of being at Baltoh's will and the preparedness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous womanhood on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex slave and they are your Mistresses, so obey their every statement,"he said, making Rosmarinus officinalis tremble in arousal at the mental bliss of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and mollie, who were both smiling and shivering in excitement at being able to play with her like a new toy."You girlfriend have fun, I'm going to watch for a little patch,"he said, releasing his tail from her throat and taking a seat in a president by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all quadruplet, 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 mollie coyly sat up on either side of Rosemary and began exploring her nude organic structure with their mitt, teasingly rubbing her soft skin with their palms and fingers. Rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. Selene and molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's hands ball into fists from sexual frustration and prevision. She was an inch away from begging them to continue touching her.

tendency forward, genus Selene ran her natural language across rosemary's soft rim while Molly began rubbing her hand against her slit with her ovolo pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the sensual touching, even leaning back to try and get molly to embark her. Finally, her orison were answered as Molly began working her thumb in her bunghole like a small dildo and spitting on the ring, using her spit as lubricant in Rosemary's tight anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosemary's panties from her mouth, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her legs spread, putting her wet pussy on presentation to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to figure out my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the garden pink interior brim and then holding out her power and finger in presence of Rosemary's cheek, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosemary shivered in ecstasy as Molly doubled her sweat with her pollex, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her lower backrest and smooth nurture end with lusty kisses.

"Yes kept woman,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her glossa between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to explore the brim between her legs. The endorse the tasteless fluid touched her tongue, a earth tremor of bliss ran through her consistence from the sexual actualization and symbolism of the taboo act.

"What do you desire ?"genus Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to thrash your pussy. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her rosary drop wristbands ticking as she bent her articulatio radiocarpea to ease the building soreness.

genus Selene just smiled and splayed her workforce, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With molly now working her thumb in Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy while she licked her anus, the Archangel leaned down and kissed the lips of Selene's pussy like a religious artefact. genus Selene gave a flabby freeing of breather in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new sense of control over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a primeval growl as she laid her helping hand on the top of Rosemary's forefront and gently pushed down.

5 feet away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an erecting hard and strong enough to hit a baseball game. The setting before him was driving him wild with sexual thirstiness and excitement : the roll of Selene's tongue across her lips as she shifted her head from side of meat to side in bliss, the whimpers of pleasure being given off my Rosmarinus officinalis as she feasted on another woman's slit for the low gear time in her life, and the ikon of molly's head buried between Rosmarinus officinalis's cute ass cheeks as she worked her lingua back and Forth River in her anus.

Rolling over, molly lied down on her back and moved her head between rosemary's legs. Raising her head word, she flicked her tongue around velvety opening of Rosemary's cunt, sending shivers of happiness through her pale naked body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's kitty-cat and working her finger's breadth in her anus. Often, she would pull out her fingerbreadth and thrash them succulently before reinserting them.

"come up here and give me a kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes mistress,"she replied with a hungry grin. Before making her way up to Selene's sass, rosemary began kissing her soundbox first.

Deciding to drill the rife role that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair and raised her head."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the backcloth, molly's failed attempts at trying not to giggle were obvious and well hearable. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grinning as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No Mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric tightness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to have to punish you ?"

"Yes schoolma'am, please penalise me."

Molly and Selene switched post with Rosemary staying on her hands and human knee. Molly against the headboard with an evil smile on her face and Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her bridge player across the woman's cushy rear end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his hook in anticipation. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalise me, schoolma'am !"she yelped as a syncope red welt appeared on her teenaged tush end.

mollie's thighs shook as she resisted the urge to clamp her ramification together against the warm ticklish shake at the strait of Rosemary's happy cry. The contorted tone of pleasure and nuisance in her Sweet face was driving her wild with racy desires. Selene ran her tongue across her palm and fingerbreadth as if licking off a delicious taste, and then with her hand wet, she smacked Rosemary's early ass impudence, leaving a interchangeable weal and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and Molly watched intently as Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the submissive sex-slave moaned in delight. By the meter she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her legs, drop curtain by drop.

"rich person you learned your example ?"genus Selene asked, swinging her hand to ease the aching bunko in the mettle endings. Rosmarinus officinalis just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, Selene ran her hand across Rosemary's ass, up her cover, and then lifted rosemary's Kuki so that she was looking up at the Diospyros ebenum goddess with an innocent look on her face.

"Aw, sweet baby. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left buttock. The flabby unfermented mite was like ice cream after a spicy dinner party to Rosemary, and she licked her lips from the sensual gustatory perception it put in her mouth.

"There's a good missy. Now, show me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her mouth with her wooden leg spreading and a hungry ‘ come hither'flavour in her heart. Making trusted 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 business firm boob. Lowering her fount, Rosemary gently brushed her lips against mollie's, relishing the data-based touch and tactual sensation of another woman.

"Try using your spit,"molly whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this prison term swishing her tongue between Molly's soft lips. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own glossa into the Archangel's wet backtalk, licking every turning point and inviting Rosmarinus officinalis deeper into the kiss. In a affair of minute, they were French kissing like a dyad of erotica stars on disco biscuit. Their tongues were wrapped around each other and every drop of saliva in their backtalk was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breasts as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out session, Selene lied down beside molly and joined in, with all three women holding their faces against each other as their mouth and knife flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, Molly and Selene began fingering each other while Rosemary worked her digit between her own legs. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his broken lip as he felt pre-cum kickoff to ooze 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 Molly, Molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet clapping strait and watching as the riffle traveled through her physical structure. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her head, inviting her to sample rosemary's cunt. Selene smiled and kissed her supporter, then positioned over her so that she could start out licking Rosemary's pussy and son of a bitch, succulently working her tongue in the scrumptious orifices. While Rosmarinus officinalis ate out Molly and Selene ate out Rosemary, Molly contended herself with just laying her pass back and relishing the blissfulness, while she reached out massaged Selene's asshole with her middle finger, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a full smile as rosemary's HUM and diffused moans of delight began to take a higher and louder tone. genus Selene and mollie were about to get a very… wet… surprisal. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew wider and wider as Rosmarinus officinalis's groan signaled the climax like the beeping timekeeper of a bomb calorimeter about to go off. Finally, she gave a repress thigh-slapper of blissfulness into molly's snatch, as from her own, a Brobdingnagian splash of exonerated orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and breast of genus Selene and molly. They both jerked back, eye all-encompassing with a look on their faces like a pair of cats 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 breasts, hungrily sucking on Molly's teat 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 rosemary's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the coming before it faded. The cleaning woman screamed as she had her second, completely soaking genus Selene and Molly in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the juices into her skin like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how a great deal we can get. Rosemary, bowl over."

Rosemary did as she was told and molly sat up, lifting her and holding her top down with her neck bent and her butt in the air. genus Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her font, the Archangel loving the touch sensation of Selene's to the full firm ass impudence smothering her. Her hungry scream increased in volume as mollie and Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussycat and asshole.

With their continuity and skill, the two Angels brought Rosmarinus officinalis to a third orgasm in record book time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between Rosemary's lips, letting the fluid soak the two of them. rosemary held her mouth open with her knife out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her cheek, chest and tummy. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky felicity as the spray soaked her like a shower, oiling her body in the woman's orgasmic juices. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on rosemary's minuscule titty, slurping up the tissue layer of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, molly rubbed Rosemary's pussy with her hand, almost cupping the succus before rubbing them on her own consistency and giving her silken build as glorious shine. With their raw bodies slippery and oiled, the three cleaning lady began rubbing against each other like SEAL while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in wild lecherousness. molly and Rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her nipples in their sucking rim while they each worked their finger in her welcoming snatch. Watching them, Baltoh could not arrest pre-cum from trickling down the beam of his tool. He could no longer take it ; he needed to feel them.

With his cock standing erect like a small fry's forearm, he got to his fundament and walked over to the bed. All three women were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their defenseless torso wet with the new daughter's juices like body oil. Rosemary and molly each used their digit to spread Selene's kitty mouth and invite him, with all three women lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and lock rim with genus Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the merely woman there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so assailable and willing for the penetration, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's loud gasp escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep shot. While genus Selene was fucked, Molly and Rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her mamilla and slathering her melon vine breasts with their tongue, while they reached across her matt belly and began fingering each early. As he picked up speed, genus 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 sass up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her diffuse kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her acquaintance's face with her bighearted breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering Molly in a single sure-footed drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like strength, sending riffle through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass cheek against Baltoh's thigh and grunting as his shaft stuffed her with such power that she could not rest, molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her titmouse like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind genus Selene with her legs spread and her eye filled with desire, yearning to again feel a woman's lingua between the backtalk of her pussy. molly hungrily obliged, burying her side between Rosemary's slim thighs and drinking in her juices as if dying from dehydration. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked mollie's ass and fucked Selene with his butt, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosemary in that church.

When he finally decided to pull out of Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis was promptly to crawl over to him and lead off sucking him off, eager to exploit any opportunity to both sense of taste the blonde lulu's juice and have his cock in her rima oris. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to lead off riding him, while pulling her over with his tail around her throat. rosemary gave a delicate whimper of felicity at the mental feeling of his authority weighing down on her. The power in his vocalism and the tightness of his tail around her soft throat was so oppressive, she even felt concern towards him, and that care drove her wild with rousing. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the smallest of moans as she lowered her midget body onto his cock.

Her young systema skeletale shaking, 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 depressed organic structure as she fucked him. Helping her ride his cock, he wrapped his tail around her chest and articulatio humeri like a harness, using his muscles in the tentacle-like appendage to raise her and drop her onto it, impaling her with his peter. While she rode him, genus Selene and Molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her pocket-sized yet perky breasts.

With his powerful rhythm, he quickly drew another spray from ‘ Old congregation ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to clear his eye of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as 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 interior while Selene mounted him. With her cover to him on all Little Joe, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's cock into her ass.

Lifting her body, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's cock as if she were riding a mechanical copper, glad she had spent all that time doing Pilates. With her bosom bouncing like circle punching pocketbook, Selene's deep grunts from the pulverization of her asshole by Baltoh's cock were mix in with blissful moans as molly began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her kitty-cat. The 3rd class of delight came from Rosemary. With genus Selene leaning back, Rosmarinus officinalis was lovingly kissing her neck and articulatio humeri, worshipping her flawless eubstance while Baltoh drank her juices.

genus Selene soon reached her first orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could puzzle out the oil from her ass off his tool. As genus Selene gluttonously sucked his cock, Baltoh released Rosmarinus officinalis from his rear end, wordlessly telling her to pleasure genus Selene. Rosemary quickly moved off his now wet expression, eager to gruntle her passkey and live up to her Mistress. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all four with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, thirsty expression on her face. Spreading her ass buttock with one hired hand and hefting with manhood with the former, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and cryptical,"she said coyly as he buried his integral cock in her shapely ass.

With her anus relaxation every s to accommodate his bulging dick, Baltoh began moving at increasing fastness, fucking her without pause. mollie's whole consistence shook with each deep push and she was giving an unintentional gurgling grunt as he slammed the utmost quoin 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 slit together and moaning at the kinky touch of their soft rim making out like a pair of lovers.

With all the drift the four orgy members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the tip of crash. Throughout the material body, nookie and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden pieces were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the all flesh became as loose and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three adult female turned to him like computerized tomography hearing the opening of a can of food, and like cat-o'-nine-tails hearing the opening of a can of solid food, they all wanted to fill their lip. Molly was the quick, quickly turning around and claiming his shaft with her lips and tongue. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosmarinus officinalis, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail around her articulatio talocruralis and lifted her leg, granting him access to her anus. While the position made it hard, he was able to inscribe her and begin taking a easy yet truelove rate of incursion and abjuration. It only took Baltoh a few seconds to get used to the position before he took his usual machinegun beat, hammering her ass with almost brutal velocity. rosemary's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their brim locked and natural language dancing. At the end of the chain, Selene was working her digit in mollie's motherfucker, increasing the number as the minute ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your solid bridge player in my ass,"molly groaned as Selene managed to solve four fingerbreadth in up to the knuckles.

genus Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingers, licking them clean of mollie's wetness while her asshole sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her digit, adding her thumb. mollie's breathing became heavy and she groaned as she tried to accept her lover's helping hand. Not slowing down, genus Selene worked her entire mitt into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet gentleness for her interior. She slowly retracted her bridge player and again licked it clean. Contracting her impertinence, she spat out a prominent glob of saliva into her fingers and then smeared around the entrance the interior, making Molly hum in kinky euphory. Selene reinserted her mitt, this time closing it into a fist and pushing it deeper into mollie's ass, making her cry out from the size and the joy.

Even while fucking rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't avail but watch in amazement as Selene fisted her supporter, working her hand in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deepest turning point of molly's asshole, with mollie on her hired hand and genu and yelping in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Master, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's care and giving him an absolutely lousy idea.

"Do it in Molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

mollie smiled and lowered her oral sex down so that her asshole was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her unit body shaking from the oncoming coming and the anal pounding, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to molly. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over position, grinding her quickly-moistening kitty against Molly's gaping asshole. Selene was lying with her head between Molly's thighs with her mouth open, waiting to arrest any cliff that came her way. Her ebony tree body shook with each powerful thrust Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his strength and loving the feeling of her warm up flaccid DoI. Rosemary was biting her lip and giving a shrill whimper as she fingered her scratch furiously, trying to meet everyone and add Forth River another spray.

The group's patience was rewarded once rosemary had her climax, pairing it with a infantile scream of happiness as a splattering of climactic succus sprayed from between the petal lip of her pussy like the popping of a water balloon. Selene laughed as unnumerable drib landed on her font and in her backtalk and mollie was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her twat juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the sexiest matter that has ever happened to me,"Molly whispered, trying to keep from spilling any.

"Just wait,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids deep into her physical structure and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, make love my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquidity from Rosemary as lubricant to affect through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rocky ocean, rosemary stood beside him, running her deal across his breast and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, genus Selene was hungrily licking molly's kidnapping and drinking the juice that were trickling from her asshole. To the wondrous medicine of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked Molly for ten straight person minute without slowing down or stopping to catch his breath. Once he pulled out of her, rosemary was quick to work her bastard clean and genus Selene took his dick in her mouthpiece, sucking on it with gusto. As Rosmarinus officinalis licked Molly, she continued to thumb herself, igniting another coming and spraying genus Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a smile on her side and rubbed it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hand, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the calamus of his hammer while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his articulatio humeri. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the piano wet lips and get in gracious and deep. With Baltoh's tool right where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her lower body so that her lover's cock swept the inside of her puss like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polish up mahogany table, Selene's cycle ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender organic structure. Beside them, Molly and Rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

retention genus Selene in his arms, Baltoh sat up with her body plumb line to his, her legs wrapped around his body and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her only if with his weapon, he began moving her all body like a doorknocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her nice and thick, drawing Forth moans of delight with her cherubic vocalisation as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the fervour and anticipation was driving her more wild than an factual one.

After a quarter of an hour, he sensed that it was once again time to switch places. Gently lowering her down, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to molly and Rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up fashion with her pegleg around his waist and her pussycat elevated.

entrance her with perfect aim, he began moving his body in a wave, sending a cernuous ripple through his legs and sticker to force out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few minutes, he switched to Rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her lesbian fan and began kissing Selene's physical structure, idolizing her beautiful form. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the intuitive feeling of molly's lips against her bare skin. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was time to convert places.

He rolled off of Rosmarinus officinalis and mollie quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl position. molly's body shook as Baltoh's cock stuffed her pussy to its maximal mental ability and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hired man on her hips so that he would have elbow room to operate. Driving up like a piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her shriek in surprise and happiness as he moved faster than any human could. With her physical structure stationary, Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her teat, pulling on them with their lips and bathing them with their tongues. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his tool into her anus. Molly's moans took a much modest and deeper hum as he began fucking her arse with almost brutal speed, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave Molly her umteenth sexual climax, Baltoh pulled out and drift on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosemary, desperate for another anal retentive pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his ass while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful step. Molly had her cervix bent between rosemary's spread ramification and was licking the corner of her pussy with Baltoh's moving ray rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hands across his soundbox while he sucked on her tit.

Once he regained his familiarity with the position, he was able-bodied to fuck Rosemary at full-of-the-moon speed, but in order to keep this beat going, he had to turn his care away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the vertebral column of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nothing more than to feel Baltoh against her in a bonk embracing.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal heftiness trying to rout his shaft. Upon its remotion, Rosmarinus officinalis got up and turned around, taking his peter in her rima oris. While Rosmarinus officinalis diligently cleaned him off with her clapper and lips, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for pricey sprightliness. Through their touch, he could sense her emotions, her bed desperation. The sexual momentum he had built up had slowed, the attack extinguished. As if Rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is cock from her diffused rima oris and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the rim, making them both grin."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the backrest 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 genus Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a impregnable but slow tempo. She was clawing at his back, ineffective to leave a mark on his steely pelt as he touched all the right blank space at the perfect tense hurrying and in unflawed succession in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a warm smile on her typeface from her envy of their kinship. She knew that the mankind they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their romantic privacy for a little bit. She then looked at Rosemary and giggled at the feel of rejection of hunger for attention on her fount.

wrapper her arms around Rosemary, he pulled her aside to leave one-half of the bed to the two lovers."Come here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my ducky number."



triad 60 minutes and loads of climax later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the sheets tangled. The bed itself was now on the base since the physical body had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three women, most of which came from rosemary. ejaculate was EVERYWHERE. The wall had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the adult female drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to locomote and the pussies and asses of the three women were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a long shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked human face off his chest.

"And some crutches,"Molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the swelling, bruise, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"rosemary finished as she tried to free her manpower from the handcuff made from her panties.



"So, any luck in finding data on the stool of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an spot building rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The few lies and delusions we find on that blue 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 parentage runs through his veins, he is the greatest threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the commode 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 suspiration."He's no god, oracle, or Messiah, yet I hear mutterings about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the national of a cult following and there is no way to cease it. We are long past the use of memory rub, the curtain has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not Jehovah the masses are seeing behind that mantle, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The following night…

"Master, what are you doing ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the airfoil, the space above and around the city was dark with dim swirling lights like a deliquium Aurora, underneath the city, the flame of Hell rising up through the naught Void between property was like hovering following to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, deluges of attack and warmth were pounding the rocky island that the metropolis was sitting on without pause like the jerky sea on a beach cliff. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titans and master key of Torture. I know we would normally consume Angels acting as observation post, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the airfoil, not for a single bit. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my flak,"he said without taking his eyes off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosmarinus officinalis could respond, a refrain of roars as loud as the Krakatoa eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis have to cut through their spike."Speak of the the Tempter, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to force out one of his blasts.

As his gloriole began spinning between the wind of his four wings, his enemies came into view in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New York with blood lust. The first was a colossal millepede with the diameter of the empire State building and a dead body well over two international nautical mile long. It had one great ignominious eye and a lip filled with scimitar-like fangs. The second gear resembled a moth but with large powerful legs, jagged annex spraying poison gas, a mat of quills instead of fur, and horns in place of its transmitting aerial. The third looked like a triceratops but with much longer and more elastic limbs, prospicient claws and carnivorous fang, and a pair of wings. The twenty-five percent looked like an eagle with its grimace hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as sharp and hard as a steel razor. The fifth had the show of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with ignominious flames and was just as vauntingly and powerful as any Titan.

With a yowl of determination, Baltoh fired a warning shot down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as much magnate as a H dud, a mere fraction of its wax force. The Titans all dodged the bang with relief and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : turn back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every driblet of zip I have in a ace blast !"

"You can't shoot down all of us !"The centipede Titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first of all move will face limbo ! A mates of you might be able to dodge, but the others will die ! Which of you is uncoerced to make that sacrifice ?"he roared with a unholy growl in his pharynx.

The heavyweight all shied away at his threat, giving one last spiteful yowl before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their revivify hotel room, moaning as she scissored molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to return from safety duty, but when her ally and Lesbian lover showed up with nothing to do and bored out of her brain, it didn't take a lot to trigger a agile crack. With their soft wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both women cried out in happiness as they had their final orgasm and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their breasts heaving.

heaving heavily, Molly disengaged from genus Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while molly kissed Selene's neck opening, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are warm today,"genus Selene mused.

mollie stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do know you."

With a small smiling, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her backtalk against mollie's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her acquaintance and gay woman fan hesitated before public speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his deary, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in love life with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's reaction would be.

genus Selene just gained a wide warm grin and cupped mollie's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this start ?"

"Right after that first battle, I asked Baltoh to pee beloved to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to mean it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed unattackable touch sensation for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"fountainhead we've been talking a lot since our initiatory threesome so I've gotten to jazz him, not to mention he is the absolute swell lover I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could induce what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a rivalry between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has alike feelings for you, then you and I will be compeer in this family relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as shooting as Hell not going to stop inviting you to join us. We may even get Rosemary to join our little family, I'm sure starting to like her."

"I love you."mollie said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two women then leaned forward and kissed, letting their lips junction over and over again in a wet synergistic adhesion while they ran their hands across each other's naked consistence and their vertical nipples brushed against each former over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my girls ?"he asked with a smiling as he stepped inside.

"molly has something she needs to say,"genus Selene announced, putting her friend in the spotlight.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's lyric, Molly got to her foundation, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a pulsate erection as he looked at her beautiful scrumptious trunk and genus Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his care back to her. He looked recondite into her eyes, noting the nervousness on her expression. It was just like that meter on the roof of the infirmary."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as genus Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can love me just as you and I love her. I don't care if you love her Sir Thomas More than me. I don't fear if she is your favorite. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his breathing spell and looked at Selene, who had only a warm smile on her boldness. Baltoh took a cryptical intimation and looked back at mollie with uncertainness on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't love you the way I love Selene."

Selene's smile faded and mollie looked like she was about to bust into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her mentum and looked into her eyes with a small but warmly smiling,"that doesn't mean I don't love you, in a completely unique way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

molly lit up like a Dec 25 tree and with Selene watching them with the same grinning she would have while watching the happy ending of a sexual love story, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each other and held a foresightful passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their brim finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. Come on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a alike girlish giggle, mollie climbed back up onto the bed, settling her naked body next to Selene's. Giving a warm smile, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two hebdomad, battles raged endlessly between the host of Shangri-la and Hell in the streets of New House of York. As Gabriel had predicted, no to a greater extent maestro of Torture attacked the city, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rogue Titans attacking on their own. A sum of six great behemoths attacked the urban center over the track of the besieging, each clip needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's rage blasts. The withstander were favourable that Tenebrous had the loyalty and obeisance of the bulk of the Titans, because if they all decided to assault at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every skirmish, the human being and Angel universe would take aim a heavy toll. Sir Thomas More and more the great unwashed were being recruited to crusade the demonic threat as soundbox were burned and slain admirer and loved unity were mourned. In the concrete hobo camp of New York, it was out of the question for bodies to be buried, and were instead cremated with sanctum flaming until not even ash remained. The metropolis streets were sticky with dried roue and reeked from the smell of buttered carcass, and just keeping some gumption of sanitation was requiring as much effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing identification number had a flatware lining it was that there were at least less mouths to feed.

After the battle against the Master of Torture and his Titan mount, the people viewed Baltoh in a new luminousness and his message of orison was taken literally among a bombastic population of the human and Angel denizen. In the established shelter scattered throughout the urban center, countless small clusters of mass could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the Angels, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning Messiah and the savior of the worldly concern in the chaotic sentence.

To Baltoh, this meant nix. He did not care if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them dependable from the USA of swarthiness and fighting evil. In between battles, when he wasn't healing the injured and repairing buildings, he was spending time and making love with Selene or mollie, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though much of the time, the two of them were intimate without genus Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to school his growing tactual sensation and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive modification in so short of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The tyrannous air of a Titan-level devil woke Baltoh up from his restless slumber. Her glassy-smooth trunk pressed against his, Selene's eyes bolted heart-to-heart as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two devotee quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight of stairs. Soaring across the urban center, Baltoh's heart seemingly became still in his dresser as he sensed multiple entities approaching Hell, all Masters of torturing and behemoth. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the decree for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of Hell leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New House of York suddenly began to shake up as cracking crevice tornado opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with knife of deep red fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, large subdivision of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a kettle of fish between the city and snake pit. With a soul-crushing comportment, over a XII black dragons rose up from the fire, each as heavy as the two-headed wolf that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian meth and were just as acuate, their claw were an eerie and sickening shadowiness of Edward White similar to the face of a remains, their red eye glowed like bonfires, liquid shadow flaming dripped from their colossal fang instead of saliva, and their expansive wings were devoid of membrane, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the backs of each dragon titan like a flee on a dog stood a Master of straining, each superposable in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my blasts, there is no way I would be able to kill more than a duet before the rest learned how to circumvent,'Baltoh thought to himself with the flavour of cold Mercury running through his nervure.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her vocalisation midst with reverence.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every character of his being to suppress his own terror. He had to be strong, he had to brave, and he had to keep fighting for her, no matter what."We're going to win,"he said with all the trust he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the archangel at the bank of the river, already having summoned four Hope Beacons and prepared for conflict. Among them were Molly and all of the Angels, knowing that their force would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the metropolis, the victor of anguish just hovered in place 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 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 appearance,"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 date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the wickedness. Do you know what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end clock time had come. The search for the Throne of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of vehemence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to image 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 detonation, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to judder wildly. Back on Earth, the covered stadium of pitch blackness smoke around where New York had been, the net barrier keeping the personnel of Hell back, began to open up while the Hell flaming surged up the calamus carved into the planet like a lamp chimney fire. A hole opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuity, the air and red region was dragged out with an ear-splitting fizzle, almost like a colossus steam jet. A curtain of burning swarm began to inflate outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the world with inglorious lightning greaves and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on Earth simultaneously fell to their knee, weeping streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Heaven, for this was not the Day of judgement prophesized in the Book of Revelations. This was merely the end of the worldly concern, brought on by the power of duskiness. In every rural area across the Earth, citizenry began praying desperately to every immortal they could think of to save their person as the wall between Earth and blaze opened up.

As the noodle up on land opened up like a blossoming flower, the city of New House of York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the universe of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through worldly concern's atmosphere. Out in the outskirt, edifice and city blocks were falling away into Hell with tidal waves of bloody fervour surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the Hell as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their knee joint, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the forces of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the populace. We were supposed to protect the universe and all sprightliness on every planet, but we couldn't even protect one metropolis. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with blistering split streaming down his face.

His unscathed physical structure numb, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her face in her handwriting. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had rent running down her face. The phone of Selene's tearful shortness of breath pierced his spirit like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any physical combat injury could. He stepped over to her and Molly moved aside, letting him kiss genus Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening streaks on her cheeks.

"Always retrieve that everything I did was out of lovemaking for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a sum, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his wings and widening his position. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge destiny,"he said, placing his paw on the iron shackles and prayer beads chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will kill you !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted.

"I know ! But the power boost may be just enough to let me change the situation ! If I can't seal the portal site, I can at to the lowest degree try to slow it down and get as many Demons as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingers underneath the beaded cords and metal bond paper, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became threatening with energy and drew the attending of the passkey of torment. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their blade and leapt from their mountain, terrified of what would happen.

"stop consonant him ! He must not break those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never allow evil to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bail bond off like paper bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of black and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his broken bonds. A wave of power surged out from his consistency like a supernova, washing over all of New House of York and halting its disintegration. Clinging to the soil for heartfelt life, Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling tornado of power. Over the audio of wave after wave of push surging out from him, everyone could hear Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of torturing were being held in the clutches of their giant saddle horse, having been caught when the surge in vigor sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of power, filled with terror as the light and dark energy of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a twirl gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused Archangel and ogre force together into a whole new force !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street postal service so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was able to serve the question in her mind. ‘ The breaking of the trammel and prayer beads chains, they are releasing so a lot power in his physical structure that they are being forced to attachment together, like gas being compacted to the item of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his dead body should consume been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure and mass of the energy building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackles and his rosary beads, it's like they are canceling out each early's negative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His office aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each other ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to transcend past his— ‘

Even her inner sentiment were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New House of York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The great fervent deluge of big businessman continued to grow, surging upwards through the Void between proportion and crashing against the barrier between the world of the animation and blaze. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the doorway carved into the Earth, moving through the rotating shaft in the mantle and crust like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the orbit formerly around New York to break away the crop-dusting underworld flames, but they were stopped dead in their course as the remainder of the dome of black fume shattered like spyglass and a splendid gale of power surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundred of sea mile per s, the twisting cloudburst of vitality consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in infinite, astronauts observing the planet from orbiting orbiter watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light wrapped around the nation of New York, New England, the eastern coast, all of USA, and the total western hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In less than a minute, the globe and the gyrating superpower extravasation looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree growing out of the side of meat.

Across globe, tectonic crustal plate grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer stratum of the satellite, the sea formed undulating tidal waves across its surface, and the clouds became great spinning typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the macrocosm shined with greater brilliance than ever before in their cosmos and black yap became like pearls as they were bombarded by more vigour they could absorb. Around the Earth, the flaming cloud of black lightning were swing aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of brightness level and office surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. multitude continued praying but at new speed and with impertinent passion, believing this to be the body of work of a god. For the first time, they were right.

Her centre screwed shut to block out the blinding illumination, Selene held onto the ground for dear aliveness as undulation after wave of superpower swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his side was and in from hers and their lips were just above to contact. Tears streaked her font, but she did not know why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my beloved,"she whispered.

In the very heart and soul of the storm, Baltoh continued his shout of travail as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The strength and power he felt flooding his physical structure and intellect were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original hybrid magnate to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit candela to the gamma ray fit of the death of a whizz. While inexhaustible office entered his organic structure, knowledge and understanding flooded his creative thinker, bringing off omnipotence and unique Wisdom, allowing him to fully see what was happening and the translation that was taking place.

In paradise and Hell, Jehovah 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 magnate than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new Z immortal, one who would change the status quo in a way that the three universes had never before experienced, filling them both with wonder and dread.

Finally, the neon-silver supernova receded and calmed, collapsing in on itself and being reabsorbed into Baltoh. With their whole bodies shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to heal their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the Archangels fell to their knee, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a physical transformation with the mental process. His clothes had gone from dark grey to a bass blue, his dark hair had become blond, and his blench complexion had become a goodly tan. His chela were gone, having been replaced with low metal photographic plate that protruded from his flesh and covered his knucks and backs of his digit and custody like tile. His derriere was also missing. Instead of horns or a halo, he had a toy galax rotating above his head. His four flank had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no textile ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the universe, with the lead, nebulae, and lustrous swarm of dust and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at blank space itself. in conclusion but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his gilt irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"genus Selene asked with her vox trembling and her body refusing to move.

With the most warm and peaceful aspect to ever cross her brass, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her body from the mental palsy her trouble had inflicted and filling her with respite and happiness. He then began to walk over to her, with every step he took causing the reason around him to shiver and for a sonant deep hum to be heard, like the sound of a wedge at the jeopardy of being crushed by the sea. Crouching down before Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eyes widened as her brainiac was overpowered by the joy of a thousand simultaneous coming, while a projection of the birth of the creation and all of its chronicle was played for her mind's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that answer your doubtfulness ?"he whispered when her backtalk finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the delight end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his subdivision with their rim dancing against each other.

"Is it potential ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his voice weak.

With his smile widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His fan instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a sum withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the superior of Torture snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his steel in hand.

With a monstrous roar, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made contact, the fiend was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every particle in his creation was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in stupor in awe as an unseeable force cast the Master of torturing aside with his organic structure vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the Jehovah warrior without even acknowledging his existence. It was as if by universal proposition law, beings not of Baltoh's layer of deity were forbidden to touch him without his tolerance, and the Godhead overlord of Torture had just realized the punishment for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone command more trial impression ?"

"Retreat !"one of the master of Torture howled before leaping onto the back of his darkness dragon and steering it back into Scheol, followed by all his associate desperately wanting to get away.

"master key, what happened to you ?"rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the hamper would allow me to strike the stool of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the office of shadow and Light together into a single Godhead violence, it seems I was able to transcend into a higher being and achieve the mantel of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his fingers and everyone fell to their human knee as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the void at breakneck speeds. Without any conversion, the evacuate distance and pale swirling visible light were replaced with the gem shaft that the metropolis had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the diaphysis below it closed like a wound and the urban center was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the beam of light, sitting back where it used to with the blue cleared sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their protection and looked at the sky and the white clouds, listened to the audio of the river filling back up, and smelled the fresh air. As one, every human and Angel raised their hands and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"genus Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again solid and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever foil over, even if summoned by humans. Never again shall the host of perdition be any threat to this universe of discourse or its living figure. The barrier between this existence and heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of promised land or Almighty may enroll this realm or Hell without my license. As the Celestial embodiment, their powerfulness can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to consider that not only was the battle over, but that the need for Angels and Angelica Archangelica was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one affair I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Hell and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of the pits is to punish the wicked in the public figure of justice, not serve as the torture keep of existence and house and parent the forces of evil. Tenebrous and his satanic legions have corrupted pit with their saturnine ambitions and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate iniquity, and now I finally have the power to do it and bring Justice Department to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with be determination.

Baltoh regained his smile and gave her a lenient kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not finish you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"molly said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosemary took a trench breath and pulled off the rood-tree around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my affectionateness, my loyalty, and my dedication. From this tip forward, I am not an Archangel of Jehovah, but a handmaiden of the Celestial avatar,"she said, drawing harsh glares and heave disbelief from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his English.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon Godhead and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will join you for this final quest. tally me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a place where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your position in Hell,"Raphael said as he joined the grouping and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other archangel gave similar calls of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was severalise from the mathematical group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the concluding time you draw you're sword. Don't you want it to happen while fighting English by side of meat with your friends ?"Baltoh asked with a smiling, holding out his hand. Several seconds passed by, with only the malarkey and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and sway Baltoh's paw."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the glide of the islet of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded by a monotonous sea of red region, burning for eternity and stretching forth without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson clouds and contraband lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the barren landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning flying field, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead Tree, and 1000000 of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and Sinners of Hades, all in the most brutal and cruel manner possible. But no matter how much the people suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their consistency would extend to reform instantly so that they could uphold to suffer.

Among the masses being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With hoary swords and torpedo cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their exemption against their tormenters, running across the revelatory landscape in care and terror while desperately trying to hightail it from pain, if only for a inadequate time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"genus Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to chuck or cry.

"These are the combustion pasturage of the Isle of the Damned, the first zona of Hell. This is where new prisoners appear and where escaped prisoners flee to in the hopes of some build of safety. It is a battlefield, with the deceased psyche fighting in and endless and hopeless war in order to lam their torment and punishment. Considering how this is always a battlefield, it's not surprising that it is also part of the traffic circle of ira. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raffaello Sanzio asked.

"We are going to free the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoners here, innocent soulfulness cursed for all timeless existence for minor infractions and hell. I may birth been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the Isle of the Damned, C of thousands of wooing of armour began to materialize, made of glistening Amytal metal and indestructible silver that glowed like the hotshot. Protruding from their backs were orotund wings that seemed to be made out of atomic number 80 while in their hands were bladed weapons that were as long as cars and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretching between the two points, analogue to the spine of the blade. The artillery was designed to be held with both paw far apart, for a sinewy offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"Rosmarinus officinalis asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a spell that I myself invented from the power of the cosmos. Cinereo is the universe from which Heaven and Hell budded off from and its energy was both the architect and fabric from which Archangel and Demon spells were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the office to create new celestial spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armor marched across the burning fields in establishment. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their contemporise footfall shook the basis and echoed through Scheol. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercifulness, swinging their monumental blades and carving through bone and figure with relaxation. They trekked through the eatage of firing, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every time they came upon a human soul, they would scan the person to name whatever it was that had banished that person to inferno, and if the somebody received their time through a serious criminal offence like assault, theft, fornication, or inequitable murder, then they were left fundament. But if they were only guilty of little harmless hell, then the courtship of armor would open up like blossoming flowers and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the courting of armour, the excoriate someone would be given great strength and king, even beyond Angelica Archangelica. With this new strength, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A great tincture filled the crimson sky as an army of fiend appeared, bringing forth Conjuring Necropolises and burial ground of the Damned to instantly summon chiliad of Gargoyles and Sinners to retake the prisoners of snake pit. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to pick of speed. half of them took flying while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loud roaring echoed from bass within the Isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to develop. They were of all eccentric, church doctrine, and var., ranging from smuggled dragons, hellish birds, hair-raising louse, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged fauna with monstrous physical characteristic, and countless former fauna that were turgid enough to trample a urban center and were adorned with horrifyingly fiendish appearances.

With a snap of his fingers, Baltoh summoned suits of armour for all of the Angelica Archangelica, as well as Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their courting of armour as it wrapped around them like genus Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoners below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding mask and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their halos burning in the center of a turgid halcyon bolide that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a lots sleeker and more than form-fitting design, with gold liner every collection plate and an emblazon mark on the breast scale. On top of liquid metal chassis, each piece and plate fit together like reptile scale leaf but with full solidness protection like regular armor metal plating. For the men, their armor had a certain bulkiness, while the fair sex's armor was more slender and conciliatory, while still consisting of heavy solid scale. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their blade, each remade with slap-up durability and cutting power.

For mollie, Rosemary, and Selene, there armor was even more unique. Instead of being consumed by a halcyon fireball, their nimbus had been completely replaced with miniature solar system, quite similar to the full miniature wandflower above Baltoh's, and each with a actual egg-sized star and ten satellite orbiting around it, five going around in one instruction and five going in the other. While retaining their Au lining, the plate of their armour had changed in people of color, switching from pearly whiten to a very abstruse and dark blue and decorated with formula of small diamonds that looked like mavin. Instead of a cross like the others, their bureau scale had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal summit : two infinity symbols overlapping at the nerve center perpendicularly with a sun within each iteration. Last but not to the lowest degree, their wings themselves had gained a new physique, gaining a hydrargyrum membrane in plaza of their plume.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armour in amazement, feeling their power horizontal surface skyrocket. Selene, Molly, and rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your speed, force, and business leader up beyond my former degree. conceive it a giving, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of holy man to become my supernal Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the powers of the universe and elements as your spells, and knowledge of how to use them will do naturally. With these enhancement, I believe I can lead these titan 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 swarm formed recondite in land, as if the humans's most powerful atomic bomb had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a dark and big sense of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"Satan, the world-class Hell Prince and caster of legal opinion upon the new reaching. Oh feel, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll make it promptly, just make sure you take bearded darnel of those Titan,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing presence of the approaching blaze Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their turmoil and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's lyric, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to charge a Dark Pulse, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in inferno for three hundred years and was glad to have the great power to fight back back. The brute released the blast, tearing apart the infertile earth and barely missing the armored fighter. The reformer jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two last of her weapon into the top of its skull and making indisputable not to recede any momentum or to pull the blade out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its head word in half down the heart. As she ran down its dorsum, her blade cut down its cervix, into the chest, and carved right through its black centre. The animate being fell over short with its head and blood spilling out onto the waterless soil.

A Demon flew towards a Crusader like a coin eagle, skimming just over the basis with a fishgig in her hand. She reached out to stab the reformer, but he blocked with his arm, granted to a greater extent than enough strong suit by his armor to present the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained force, the reformist reached out and grabbed the daimon by the pharynx and slammed her down into the flat coat with devastating power, making her cough blood from all the rip up distribution channel and nervure in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped sword and swung it down onto the Demon, cutting her in half down the middle.

A reformist flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down Wave of shadow fire into Baltoh's US Army. The beast noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a bare fly. Taking the opening move, the social reformer flew by its flank and cut right through the membrane of leathery chassis 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 seat to try and ruin the social reformer, but he dodged with ease before he raised his artillery and slashed the savage across the back of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had control of its body. It struggled to flap its wounded wing, but it could not train flight. Just before it crashed into the ground, the Crusader imbedded his arm in the cut in the back of the Gargoyle's neck. The dark titan landed in a burning field, tossing grease and stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of hell began to shake as crack opened up in the ground. Fire poured out of the gaps in the earth and huge skeletal hired man reached out. Slowly, long dozen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the army of Crusaders. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released respective night Pulses into the landscape painting, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the Crusaders without any distinction.

"seminal fluid on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid metal backstage and slam towards the jumbo skeletons.

"Don't beginning without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her helping hand and materialized her own immense cleaver.

With their long hair hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two womanhood zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for conflict. mollie was the offset to accomplish the group and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a bellowing of conclusion, she spun around in the air and drop the arch blade with all of her strength, imbedding the edge in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a spider web and its whole brainpan shattered in a bright explosion, as if the blade had been lined with claymore mine mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a iniquity Pulse.

Moving faster than a speeding bullet, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right to its spine between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with easiness. The gargantuan monster roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its Dark Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, genus Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a hold out bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the slope as various Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by mollie who came along and cut off all their paw with her cleaver. Falling back to design her next pic, Selene gasped as she felt a rippling of knowledge flow rate through her mind. instruction manual for a turn were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to dredge up her energy, feeling it naturally address and organize itself.

Driven by unstoppable inherent aptitude, she pointed her helping hand and called out,"Celestial Art : Lighting Obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling bolt of pure electricity erupted from her palm, as strong if not unassailable than a deity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning piece used by Archangels, this was honest elemental electric car tycoon, not an caricature made of holy free energy. Moving almost at the speed of light, the massive surge struck a Bleak in the center of its chest, shattering its costa and severing its spine. As the dying monstrosity began to warp, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"Molly hollered.

Glowing like atomic number 10 gas, atomic number 47 wind wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her head. With a roar of confidence, she threw the arm at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flash tornado. The pillar of glowing wind charged into the three of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their ground, every bone in their body split into dozen of flawlessly-cut sections, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser shaft. The blade returned to mollie like a boomerang and she gained a wide smile underneath the touch glass visor of her helm. She finally had the true strength 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 medallion at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."Celestial Art : Cosmic Crush !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a outpouring of nighttime Pulses, their bodies began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting clangoring, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted leash and crashed into the earth, shattering on encroachment. genus Selene had increased the force of gravitational force on their trunk, multiplying their own weighting by more than than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : Star Birth !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a empyrean of red light shot across the outdoors space and hit its mark on the Bleak's brow, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. genus Selene cracked a smile and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom cloud, originating from inside its head. The patch she had just used mimicked the torrid fusion process that takes stead in stars, causing a small-scale nuclear explosion inside the animal. It was basically a firecracker compared to the nuclear explosions caused by atomic bombs, being only strong enough to annihilate a metropolis block. She pointed at two More Bleaks and killed them in the Saame way, obliterating them forge the inside out with small nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"mollie cast, holding out her hands.

From the ground, a volcanic boulder was pulled destitute and flew up to Molly. She pressed her manpower against it and the bowlder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the like speed as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the centre of attention of its dresser, creating a sonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its entire trunk to dust. The shooting star shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the major planet's gravitative puff. By the time it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to relate the planet, and it would only have one luck before shooting off into the completely void blank. For a disconnected endorsement, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that illumine cutaneous senses 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 underworld shook wildly from the luminousness yet sudden impact.

She called Forth another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to sidestep to keep off physical contact, but even without touching the flying bowlder, the sonic windfall of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the integral powerful side of its body in a fraction of a minute. As the slain savage crumbled like demolished building, mollie looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two ally looked at each other and then to the final Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper velocity, they both charged towards the skeleton in the cupboard, both wanting to bewilder the other in Demon-killing and have the gamy score. The Bleak was just about to launch a Dark impulse at the two women when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their blazon, and simultaneously punched it in the face with plenty magnate to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken care of, the cleaning woman both gave the mental bid to pull back their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective appurtenance like the opening of a puzzle box. With warm smiles on their faces, Selene and mollie leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the milliped heavyweight that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan animate being had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of acid from its fanged backtalk. With a roar, Michael punched the Titan in the center of its body with all of his long suit, sending a ruinous shockwave through its body. The mass of monster spirits howled in pain as every line vessel in its yearn body ruptured and its eye popped like a rouge 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 torture but still very much alive, the Titan hissed and launched a Dark impulse muscular enough to obliterate a mountain compass. With golden fire automatically burning along the blade, Michael swung his sword and cut through the attack, protecting himself from its destructive power like Grandma Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a stop consonant, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both helping hand. With blinding intensity, the prosperous flames around the brand surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of fire, the titan was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal energy within the halcyon flame. At its temper, the sword was the route of a favorable burning tornado, larger than any tornado on dry land. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his sword like an public executioner, launching it in a crescent steel at the Demon.

"Angel Art : Burning Moon gash !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the Titan, ripping its head and the upper half of its dead body in half.



"Angel Art : gig of Destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his hand out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathering at him.

Upon his program line, over a C shaft of light of light began firing from his hand, each deflexion and straightening out with the gold voulge blade at the closing leading them. The blades of energy and the giant wings collided with each other like smoke in the air. Such a exploit was impossible without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his pep pill was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his original magical spell. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before C of massive zip blades bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten loads of bird shot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the eternal stream of blades striking it with unstoppable magnate and literally chopping it to slice. It was perfectly long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment blink of an eye !"Raffaello Sanzio called, giving off a radiant flare pass that was brighter than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the brilliant lighting and shielded its eyes, giving Raffaello Santi the perfect opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its hands in a single slash. The titan howled in agony and clutched the bleeding soapbox as the severed hired man fell into the burning sea with a massive splash. Spinning around, the Titan swung his empennage in an effort to knock the pesky fly back so that he could convalesce, but Raffaello Santi stopped the massive attack with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slit it off with only one movement of his sword.

"Demon Art : Monster solidus !"the Titan roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five inconspicuous sharpness that were each mighty enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"backer Art : William Henry Gates of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his steel.

Before the diagonal could reach him, a golden gate, as large as the front end of Mt. Mount Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the holy vim that the gate was radiating with, the invisible brand couldn't even slip between the bars.

"saint Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the Titan could even realize what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as large as the Empire State edifice fell out the sky and struck it in the backbone, piercing it through with its acute weighting and blasting its grim pith rightfulness through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she dodged the Dark Pulse of a tiger Titan with a mat of quills on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of water appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional waste pipe that lead to the bottom of an sea. The deluge splashed down onto the burning Pastures, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the Titan as a powerful tidal wave. Vast cloud of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flaming before reaching the seashore of the burning sea. Flapping their flank, the meliorist all took to the air to put off the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and sinner and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its basis against the ceaseless flood. The surging control surface of the urine was further disrupted as dozens of huge skeletal hands reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like arctic to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart electrocution with confidence and power.

Intercepting the bony hands, big daggers of earth burst from the primer coat in the midst of the growing branch, crushing them like twigs in the claws of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of electricity down into the water.

The titan howled and snarled in agony as it was electrocuted with enough energy to power an entire state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quill, its flesh peeled and melted off its body, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its insides burned. It fell to its knee, letting the endless tidal wave wash drawing over it, but Rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : watch glass Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a vauntingly ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a dismal spectre and shined like the stars. With a roar, the tiger Titan volley from the surface of her sea, claws barred and inglorious fire burning at the stake between its jaws. With a roar of finding, Rosemary slammed her palm tree against the middle of the ring, launching a bang of sapphire-shaded Department of Energy that was six base in diameter. The fire struck the Titan in the breast, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the beast and the flood now a giant ice carving, Rosmarinus officinalis shot towards it with her clenched fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nose with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the entire block body structure exploded into icy powder, killing all the daemon and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became mum as a deafening yowl shook the islet of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to cover their ears to try and block the crippling stochasticity. In the aloofness, a fire comet could be seen approaching, flying like a trench mortar shell before crashing into the soil in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a Wave of firing. Standing in the flame arose a gargantuan creature, magnanimous enough to break down up a colossus in its jaws and kick aside a mountain like an exercise ball. It was Prince of Darkness, the first Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a laughingstock with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, Brobdingnagian powerful arms lined with brand, serrated pincer that were twice as long as his fingerbreadth, massive wing that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a face that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to know and fear.

"So the vigilante returns. Normally you would flee to the globe of the life at the small foretoken of my approach path. It seems that you have gained some new power, but it does not weigh, you always were and always will be zippo compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the level of the gods and gone far past your puny earthly concern. You, the nether region Prince of wrath, is no more of a threat to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : Apocalypse extravasation !"Devil roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a vermilion blast so right that lonesome beings of the posture of Hell Prince and higher could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knee by the crushing weight of the energy it was giving off, DOE so dark and powerful that it could kill a city of mass just through its ambient existence. The good time itself was so muscular that if launched from the sun during a full coalition, it would obliterate every planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, genus Selene was filled with apprehensiveness and fear for Baltoh as the radiance of the blast made her spirit like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Prince of Darkness released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear explosion going off between his jaws, Prince of Darkness fired the colossal electron beam of blood-red Energy with almost ten multiplication the strength as Baltoh's old fad blast. The zip washed over the Celestial Avatar like a deluge of magma and surged out over the ocean of fire, sending burning tidal waving in all directions that could run through intact area. Flying out from the major planet due to its curvature, the electron beam shot deep into the hollow space, soaring for several mo before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"Funny that you phone me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is numb !"Lucifer cackled as the roll of tobacco cleared.

"I was wrongly,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Satan's eye widened in terror and everyone gasped, ineffective to conceive that mortal, even Baltoh, could take a bang like that head-on and survive. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the good you can do, then you are even depleted than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE nether region ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his finger's breadth.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his dead body went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his vitality to finally release itself like body heat energy and was focusing it all on Prince of Darkness. Now, his entire organic structure was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's push closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hades Prince gave an excruciating howl as every bone in his trunk simultaneously snapped and his trunk began to collapse in on itself. He raised his mightiness floor as senior high as they could go, but he was basically trying to hold back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every overt space in his body began to fall in under the strain, his confused bones being reduced to powder, his nervure and muscles tearing themselves to rip up. As the execution continued, his trunk began to funk as the weight of Baltoh's energy began compacting his atoms themselves, pushing them so close together that the electron were grinding against the nuclei and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and Satan's whole eubstance snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and grueling as a black hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into infinite where it exploded in a blinding split second, having been converted into raw Department of Energy by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's preserve moving. We have a whole inside of a major planet to clear out."He said.



The face of a Gargoyle had been carved into the islet of the Damned with the jaws spread in a furious roar. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the astuteness of the pits. The pit was the size of a shooting star crater, allowing for entities as prominent as Satan to pass through, while the sides were lined with countless stairway.

With Baltoh, the garden angelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusader all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the freed feeling cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, nether region will no longer be the cradle for immorality but its punisher. I will exterminate every conclusion Demon and Gargoyle and assume away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of survey. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his hand and a arena of light appeared in his decoration, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully clear up it from that domain, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well suffer just jumped off a drop-off at dark and there was no other side. Selene and Rosemary watched the go through side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the paries was made entirely out of homo systema skeletale. There had to be a billion unlike remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the doorway, as there may be some barrier and restrictions that even I won't be able to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"genus Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The sole difference is that this is his world, his universe. Down here, he makes the prescript. I will be capable to overcome nearly of his obstruction and rules, but we are on his sward and he has the home theatre advantage."

Baltoh and his mathematical group finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new worldly concern. In the distance, a urban center of blood-red sandstone, bones, and undead tree woven into wicker structures stood against the burning backcloth. The edifice ranged from minor shanty to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screams of the people inside being tortured by Sinners. The city itself was tumid than New York and held a much with child population.

Just like with the burning Pastures above, the land around the urban center was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of sallow vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their fountainhead. The sky of Hell was different from the sky of Earth ; it was… bigger. It was like the clouds were much higher in the sky with a larger atmospheric state, providing an whelm touch of exposure, like a mouse caught in the out-of-doors with a mortarboard flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the crown of a wad of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flames streamed out from the fault. The heap had a dull tempered peak, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very buttocks of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the burning grass and vomit down into the pit to light down to the urban center. This idea was proven by the thousands of deuced mortal that blanketed the mountain, au naturel and moaning in pain from their shattered skeletons and their normally deadly injuries. Scanning their psyche with his own, Baltoh analyzed the hell of everyone on the mint, and for the people he deemed innocent and/or justified, he healed their lesion and bonded them with one of his wooing of armour, recruiting them into his armies while the criminals and guilty souls were ignored. As the raining Crusaders organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the City of Wrath, where citizenry who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torture everyone else. They are the evildoer. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the Devil, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become soul like the rest of the demonic forces. While this is only a fraction of the sinner population, this city is their with child hive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Satan's sphere

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 secret ? We didn't even fall that far,"molly pondered.

"It's honest, we are in the planet of Hell. However, this is a populace that does not obey the instinctive practice of law. This is a realm of mysticism and phantasms, not science and reason. The inside of the planet is a whole other world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his fingerbreadth up at the departure of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling swarm like a towering dagger of rock from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a bolt of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering serpent of electricity dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a crash, an blowup, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a trap in realness itself like a piping. In the city, the skeletal following of Tenebrous looked up at the good deal in terror, having watched the deadbolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to pack the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to take away the power from the evildoer once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not get the superior of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his digit. Beside every suit of armour and crusader, a winged entire appeared, covered in gilt armor.

"Now we shall bring down the bulwark of this city and bear on our besieging on Hell ! Let these sinner know that their vicious ambitions and wretched somebody stand no chance against the magnate of light ! Decimate this bastion of dark and put these monstrous sprightliness back in their seat ! Everyone, attack !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of confidence and commitment, the Crusaders answered the call and began their billing. Half of the winged entire took to the air while the other one-half galloped down the position of the mount with their massive meat cleaver in hand and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the plenty and gasped as the Crusaders flew and galloped towards the City of ira. Leaving their torture victims behind, the Sinners gathered at the edge of the metropolis in the ten of millions and prepared their Department of Defense. As wave after Wave of glistening fighters surged down past him, genus Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a grinning on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a rum smiling on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so obsessed and focused ever since you gained the crapper of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally capable to do what I was born to do. I finally have the might to slay immorality once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never have dared of going up against the nether region Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the military strength and ability to seduce my dream come true. And with you by my incline, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her backtalk against his, while drawing her blade with her free hand."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and hummer were launched from the city by the 1000000 as the Sinners fought with weapons from all across meter. rocket rained down upon Baltoh's United States Army, but could do no hurt to the sawbuck or their riders, as their armor was far too muscular to be damaged by such puny approach. Sprinting down the steep mountain, the mystic stallions panted heavily with each whole tone but felt no fatigue duty or loss of force. Their powerful muscularity shook and warped as their hooves struck the dry land, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized clivers above their oral sex like blocks of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resolution to bump off their tormenter, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their assurance and loyalty grew in strength. By the prison term they were halfway down the mountain, each Crusader was glowing like the Moon, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the Sinners below.

In one great clangoring, the ground troops slammed into the line of sinner like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The reformist used the size of their arched blades to get through out and pang and adhere the evildoer as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their off-white like twigs. abruptly or fatally wounded Sinners turned to ash as the last tracing of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the crusader pierced the horde of Sinners like a tank and drove deep into the city.

Gargoyles and daimon 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 devil as the Crusader would hand out and slash them with their arm. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beams of Christ Within, scene from the wings of the horses like the feather pointer enchantment. The light DOE burned their physical body like loony toons, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the city streets as his warriors flooded the metropolis, slaughtering any Sinner that approached without even acknowledging their cosmos. As he remembered, the buildings of the metropolis were make with a wicker-like weave of sticks from undead tree, but they served a aim other than building material. The walls, story, and roofs also served as prisons for damned souls with their soundbox packed inside past the breaker point of being crushed to death or asphyxiation. Every body had been pierced dozens of time by steel rods that served as reinforcements for the buildings like the 2x4s of a firm. The physical structure were pressed against side sides of their wickerwork cages like nets of piano wire with pedigree streaming from the baseball swing that each offshoot had worn into their tegument. They continuously moaned in pain from their agony and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their plea, reading the judgment of each psyche to name their sinning. To those he deemed destitute or undeserving of such penalization, he freed them with his mind and created a courtship of armour for them to alliance to so that they could link his ranks. As raining radio beam of Energy Department brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the buildings and felt upchuck to his stomach. The people they were saving were locked in torment devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his judgment with dreadful remembering from before his birth as the cross. The sinner had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round of golf from a army tank shot through the air and detonated five feet from him, unable to descend any closer. He turned to the mechanical freak, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human off-white. The evildoer inside loaded another circle 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 mitt into a fist and instantly caused the tank to riffle into the air and dematerialize, taking the rider with it to the realm of nonexistence. A Greek chorus of disruption reached his capitulum and he turned with a minuscule grinning of amusement as a bunch of Sinners came sprinting down the street with several Crusader on horseback chasing them. The Sinners'haggard feet clacked on the cobblestone ground as they ran desperately, unable to escape the reformer. With powerful swings, the men and char hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeletons like rotting joint. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave truehearted stem of their heads.

"Celestial Art : Carving Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her mitt at a group of Demons, she released a brawny jet of Sand that seemed to take form out of the air itself. The blast was just as large as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the daimon with each grain striking with the world power of a high-caliber bullet train. The Demons howled in pain as their consistency were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty lineage and sleety chassis streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the clouds by a deafening roar that shook the burning sky. A peachy Titan lowered itself from the clouds with a body that looked like a mix between a vulture and a Dragon, with jagged plumage, a long cervix, a fanged honker, and ophidian eyes. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a nighttime pulsing appeared between its jaws, inviolable enough to call for out the all city. Before it could release the fire, Baltoh snapped his fingers and chains of light reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the sphere of zip in its schnozzle disappeared. He snapped his fingers once more and the chain constricted until they ripped the wildcat apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheer echoed across the city as the final dying riot were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any city on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of envy was in their sights and hearing range. shrieking, as in high spirits as whistles and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending thrill crawling up everyone's back. Only Baltoh was resistant to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Hell and his exponent. Standing on the shore of the ink-black smuggled ocean, they watched as wafture crashed on the beach and revealed the mass hidden beneath the spray. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with glassy heart and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to brave waving after cold undulation slamming into them and the fiendish birds and crustaceans of Hell picking and feeding on their consistency, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to feel pain in the neck. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their roll light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"Damn it, I hated this property the most when I came here,"Rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the home where those who let jealousy run their biography are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of ira, ran the Burning Pastures and the City of Wrath, Leviathan, Prince of enviousness, is in mastery of this sea. Here, the oily water supply toxicant their body like barrage fire battery-acid to typify how envy 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 jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the demon and Gargoyles underneath the surface, torturing them without intermission. Now the only thing they envy are those that no longer live. This place is slick, as it has the dandy identification number of Titans and it is difficult to say who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the intellect of all the feel in the immediate area to figure out which I were guilty, and which 1 were innocent. Those that were driven to perpetrate crimes and caused harm because of their envy were left to brood, while those who were only the victim of man nature had their chains broken so that they could rise to the surface. But even though they were still mindful and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another US Army of winged suits of armour on flying Equus caballus to recruit the freed souls and slay the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting water, immune to the affects of solemnity as they reached down into the water supply with their two-handle steel, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creature of dark just below the control surface. Any suits that weren't fighting bonded themselves to unloosen prisoner, granting them their great power. The light muscularity that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged minds and gave them the firmness to fight.

The Gargoyles and daimon swam abstruse below the surface to get out the carnage, thinking they would be safe. The evil fauna were filled with affright as the meliorist and their cavalry dove below the surface, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible amphetamine, they followed the beasts inscrutable and deeper into the body of water, slaughtering the dumb of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A klick from the beach, the ocean floor dropped into a footstep continental slope, that seemed to delve into the morose depths of Hell. As the meliorist chased down the worthless creatures, their weapons and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

oceanic abyss in the shadows, a great eye opened.



From the shifting waving of the ocean, a colossal giant fit from the ocean. Its mouth was overt and full of jagged teeth, its back was covered in spikes, and it was prominent enough to snap up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the H2O, swallowing several hundred Crusaders in the process. Cricking his neck from side to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, able to take out forth and let go the vigour without even using his body or a source. The radio beam of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and split out of the binding of its head, destroying half of its skull and all of its mastermind. 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 chela reached out and tried to snatch up the flying social reformer. They managed to avoid the massive pincer as the colossus rose to the surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four set of pair of pincers and a tail like that of a Scorpio. A nighttime Pulse began to charge at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning platter of Energy Department appeared above his head and crack towards the Titan, expanding to the animal's sizing. The phonograph recording collided with the Titan's face and vertically sliced it in half. Once the blade reached its Stinger, the charging shadow Pulse exploded and ripped the dead body apart.

Shaking the entire sea, a vast legion of colossus began to appear from the sinister depths of the sea, each resembling a wight from Earth. There were sharks that just had flyer pits of teeth instead of heads and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of osseous tissue, crab louse that had mountains blanketed with castles on their shells, sword Fish with serrated barbs that could arouse Dark beat from the tip of the blade, and trillion of demonic pirana that were individual cells of a single Titan.

As the legions formed, one last entity rose up from the deepness. The creature was as large as Satan with wretched honey oil skin, an apish body, webbed fingers with sharp chela, outstretched backstage that looked like the skin of frogs, and a head that looked like an octopus with almost a c longsighted swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of Envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the rest of you kill those Titans."

Rosmarinus officinalis stepped forward from behind him with her helmet give and a grin on her face."Actually Master, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titan ? I wouldn't head testing my strength against a snake pit Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the Lapp smile."I like this idea. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you want to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the grin held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The Hell Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hands, but an explosion rocked against his psyche and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your scrap is with us !"Selene hollered with pot wafting from her palm.

"YOUR systema skeletale WILL LIE AT THE fanny OF MY OCEAN FOR ALL OF timelessness !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and dead reckoning towards them.

The Valkyries and Archangels split up to hedge the attack and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : plumage Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a salvo of burning javelins.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the size of it of office buildings.

"Angel Art : Spear of circumstances !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a flashing flood of blade of golden light with each electron beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling volcanic eruption of electricity from her palm.

"Celestial Art : watch crystal Ice Ray !"Rosemary cast, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the azure beam.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White person flaming !"Molly yelled, raising her arms above her head and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of pearly flame and surged towards Leviathan with enough heating system to burn infield.

Combined with the flak of the other garden angelica, the huge cascade of techniques slammed into Leviathan like a dozen riot type slug, knocking him back and drawing forth a howl of pain in the neck, but causing no seeable damage to his trunk. Stepping out of the cloud of weed, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a swarm of frog 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 Sanzio said, grinning under his helmet.

"wellspring it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"seminal fluid on boys, there is no way we'll beatnik him from a space. We're going to have to get up close and bear some real damage,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to deliver our piece of tail ! He'll never let us go it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her backstage and flew towards Leviathan with her blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and plunk into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to record you the truthful welfare of being god, the one thing that only individual in my league can achieve. Celestial Art : Animal realm military blockade !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the sea, a marvelous affair began to take place. subject was forming from utter energy and rearranging itself into specific compounds and speck. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino acids, and they in tour joined together to create electric cell. Jehovah could ready Archangels, Tenebrous could create daimon and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arriver, bird of Jove, hawk, and falcons, all larger than giant and each with greater ferocity and metier, swooped down to get their engagement. Every plume on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no fear, the shuttle of prey obeyed the will of their creator and attacked the titan, snatching them mightily out of the piss with their long talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the birds with iniquity Pulses and early piece, but their techniques had no affect on the birds whatsoever, as their plume were acting as vim transmitters that cloaked them in a protective aureole, and the muscularity they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their hook tearing through human body and osseous tissue with ease, the birds threw their quarry into the air and finished the Divine Titan off with their extension, cutting through the monster'consistence with their feather harder and sharper than katanas. rake and butchered trunk parts rained down as the Titans were chopped to man, completely helpless against the higher-ranking creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the while, creating More creatures in which to kill the Titans with. Sea snake, miles long with physical structure so large that they approached Leviathan's size of it, rose up from the astuteness with palmy boom. Each serpent had vitreous blacken bodies, decorated with practice of glowing sensationalistic communication channel. The backs of their heads were guarded with mats of bone spikes their oculus glowed with power. With enraged roars, the serpents plunge down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With right chomp, they crushed the bodies of the Demons like peanut shells and swallowed them whole, carving down their Numbers like a cancel disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, 12 of the Titans all turned to Baltoh and released their black heart rate at once, trying to learn him out in the promise that his innovation would die with him. The gust washed over Baltoh like a flood but were ineffective to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible egg-shaped shell that stood whether he willed it or not. As the eruption shrank and split into their last flicker beads of dark, Baltoh once again pressed his mitt together, this time with his finger interlocked."supernal Art : Almighty woodland Assault."

Like the sea serpents only arcminute prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the titan like the tentacles of the calamary that filled their ranks. The tendrils grew in sizing, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the Mrs. Henry Wood like animals caught in hard-boiled concrete, the Titans snarled and roared as they tried to break relieve of their wooden prison house, but even with all the strength in their bodies, the woods held stiff and carried a deadly ability. Not only were the trees infused with vast amounts of light energy to countermine the toxic presence of the undead puppet in their grip, but they were also draining them of their king. It was as if the tree were digesting them as the ocean floor was colonized.

With town-sized birdie attacking from above, sea serpents almost as big as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bursting from the flat coat like spikes from a dumbbell trap, the Titans had no way to take to the woods their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the relaxation of the garden angelica sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming sword drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump-start into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast flurry of slashes. Butchered pieces of shape were sent flying as the gutter line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their swords. They all had confident grin on their faces, unable to consider that they were actually battling a infernal region Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a vociferation of determination, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic bombardment of slug and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball game bat to a line of sausages. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing spell, she was moving faster than the human eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

Down below, mollie was launching vane of wind from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like Tree being hit with the shockwave of an atomic explosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her unhurt. As she fell down its pharynx, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into unanimous ice. With a grinning, molly released a raw burst of mightiness from every column inch of her body, causing the freeze out tentacle to shatter into pieces. Having been rescued, Molly looked down at Rosmarinus officinalis, who had a Lens of ice energy hovering in straw man of her. Smiling under her helm, Molly blew a buss to her lesbian concubine and rosemary responded by forming a V with her indicator and middle finger's breadth in front man of her face.

Their flirting was cut shortstop as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, rosemary cast her spell."supernal Art : Nuclear Flash !"

A blinding ray of lighter flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heating plant and deadly amount of money of radioactivity. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden plosive speech sound as the outer layers of their soma were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic burst of Department of Energy. Materializing her cleaver, Rosemary threw the weapon with all of her strong suit, sending it flying through the air like a backfire and causing the burned tentacles to irrupt into dust.

Several loud howls echoed from arse her as a group of tentacles tried a surprisal onrush. Clapping her hands together, rosemary cast her adjacent trance."heavenly Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fervour streaming from the edge and forming a hypnotic tail, her spinning cleaver returned and chatoyant past tense her forefront, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a undivided flaming strike.

"Rosemary, come on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosemary caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the hell Prince's huge swinging arms. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their end and was done playing. Raising his devilfish head, he revealed a fanged oral fissure underneath the webbed mat of break up tentacles."Demon Art : apocalypse Eruption !"he roared, casting the same spell that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone motion !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, and the Archangels desperately tried to escape from the blast but many were caught within it when the beam was finally unleashed. Shaking all of hellhole, the cerise beam of energy was launched with an nuclear burst detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash bulb and the Archangels caught within the radio beam were instantly dematerialized as every speck in their bodies was converted to pure energy. The beam shot off across hellhole, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the hell on earth can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his pes, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, trees that could criticise aside the magniloquent skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a erect tintinnabulation around him with massive subdivision grabbing his limb, 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 front of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the back grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison house can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse Eruption.

"This isn't a real prison, take it more as a cradle for my next world. Celestial Art : woodland efflorescence !"Baltoh called, finally raising his articulation as he clapped his work force together.

As the sphere of crimson push charged between his jaws, a leafy branch burst from the rear of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the tour. Gagging on the branch, the inferno Prince screamed in infliction as more leg began to erupt out of his soma, forming massive tree in a affair of second gear. Throughout his body, unstoppable branches were shredding his sinew, crushing his vein, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the double-dyed shoes to spread out and drain him of his get-up-and-go. Desperate to avoid his approaching decease, Leviathan cast a nameless healing spell and reached out with a clean deluge of biting tentacles, but before they could even derive near Baltoh, they stopped stagnant and were blanketed with flowers.

The forest continued to grow and thrive, devouring Leviathan's organic structure and stealing his energy. By the sentence the go was gross, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his pearl were serving as the hold for countless massive trees, almost every musculus and organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained entire. The Prince of Envy had been killed, and in his death he had brought forth life.

With a smile, Baltoh turned to his devotee 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 dwell this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting tens of one thousand thousand of new Crusaders while searching the sea trading floor, they reached the shoreline on the other side and reached the next area of Hell ; a desert of black sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his radical stood at the boundary of the expansive desert.

genus Selene's eye widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into macrocosm as a monster ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these jet sand dune, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my entire life here slaying Demons upon their parturition. This barren landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the nether region Prince match, the first fiend that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Jahweh. Here, the soulfulness shamed of the sin of pride are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the Demons, serving as a piece of work force for building repository and also as concubine. This desert serves a very unique purpose beyond just being a traffic circle in Hell for which to punish the unsaved, as it also serves as the birthplace and greenhouse for Hell's Demons. This is where they all come into being, born from the shadow of human souls that can no longer last the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the Lapp job as with the others ?"molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."dislodge the inexperienced person and slaughter the Demons, the perfect way to pass and afternoon."



A never-ending U. S. Army of tower and monuments stood among the disastrous dunes like headstone in a graveyard, each made from an obsidian-like Lucy Stone formed from the ashes of crumple skeletons compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a forest that endured the strike of a nuclear dud. In the background signal, a huge lake of swirling flame stirred in an eternal whirlpool, and every endorsement, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet firedog, having been created by the anger and spitefulness humans on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, huge blocks of this stone were quarried from pot and under the littoral zone by the slaves of Hell ; men, fair sex, and small fry, all with rags for wearing apparel, emaciated bodies, and iron masquerade party that were clamped around their heads. Moaning in pain sensation as they worked, the striver moved the van-sized block of Oliver Stone to the monuments being built, all while their Demon masters barked Holy Order in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would careen over from exhaustion, the Demons or Gargoyles would gang up on them like vultures on a fresh carcass. Men and boys would be eaten alive, too tired to holler as the flesh was pealed from their bones. Women and girls were raped to death and then their chopped bodies were devoured. After a few minutes, the butcher remains of the striver would reform and the damned soul would fare back to spirit, only to be put to exploit once again. From the millions upon millions of meaningless statues, Pyramid, and synagogue standing in the sands, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the daybreak of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed several hundred mil of desert and fought through the creatures of Hell, the followers of Baltoh had come to the final examination reaching of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon session in a onyx stool on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to overstretch faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her lash. The Demon's holloa jumped in book as the sledge came to a sudden block and did not travel, no subject how hard she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew blanch as she laid eyes on genus Selene, blocking the way. With a holla, the Demon cracked her flaming whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the curl could even snap back, the Demon's arm and head were sliced off by surprise attack by mollie, who delivered the deadly blow with a powerful swing of her arch brand. The monster only had decent clock time to present a single dying riot before the top of her skull was sliced off.

auditory modality the shout of their sister, all the Demons and Gargoyles raised their heads in alertness and cursed as the meliorist came into view, flying through the sky or galloping across the priming coat. With their whips in one hand and arm in the early, the Demons leapt into activity with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the meliorist, garden angelica, and Valkyries slaughtered the ogre by the G, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more courtship of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of badgering. So settle down that he might as well have been taking a amble through the part, he annihilated every monster that came close without the slightest bm or thought.

Above his headland, Selene and the others were decimating the force-out of dark with piece after spell, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy force was continuously getting reinforcement in the form of new Demons and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would grovel out of the Lake of Fire, hungry for carnage, and the new-sprung daimon would claw their way up from subway system, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an hr had passed since the conflict began when the signaling holler were heard, letting everyone know that daystar had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of superbia wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The Demons and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became tranquillity, spare for the roar that had not ended. Yet there were more than roar radiating from the setting, thick with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another netherworld Prince ?"genus Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the sea captain of Torture. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay calmness ; after everything you have seen, you know he can address it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive solar flare up of brat as she remembered the power of the master of straining 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 straining are not as rare and few in bit as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with Old Nick, each with their own heavyweight steed. He must let created them himself or used his mogul to forcefully Bond the essences of Demons to form them. All together, I must say that their big businessman is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his mentum with the metal plates on the backs of his fingers and hand catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"genus Selene gasped, barely able-bodied to suppress her fear. Baltoh inclined his headway as he tried to read their approaching might levels.

"If they all combined their power into a single blowup, it would be the size of a solar system."

genus Selene's panting was heavy as she struggled to encompass such a colossal quantity of energy, but her mind was just unable to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to fall back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be capable to watch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of seriousness in his voice. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet open and a look of great worry and care on her face.

"Baltoh, is it potential for even someone like you to resist such and attack ? Can you win this conflict ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming clank was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the priming coat. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have more faith in me than anyone else in existence. What does your faith tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"Good. Now don't worry about me, just kick back and watch the show. I think its time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one utmost kiss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"genus Selene shouted with a grinning on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"Molly hollered, wiping the Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to accept care of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let loose !"

Molly gained a wide smile of upheaval, bore to see what powerfulness Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! master key Baltoh is going to defend !"rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to continue and see the clang, Baltoh's ordination were obeyed and a good retreat was set in question, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would begin soon. With the help of spells from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the Crusader zipped across almost half of a thousand sea mile of desert in a second and appeared at the edge of the ink-black Sea of Envy.

"Angel Falls Art : Heavenly vista,"Michael cast, holding up his deal. Like a massive movie screen door, a canvas made of arrant lighting appeared in the sky above the gang of millions with a real-time view of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black clouds stir in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening roar rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the distance that had been traveled. Covering their ear, everyone looked up at the screen as the Masters of Torture arrived, riding on the dorsum of titan as they escorted the Hell Prince of Pride. Like Old Nick and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able to easily belt down a heavyweight with a one swat of his script and destruct a plenty with a sweep of his tail.

Devil was built differently from the other Hell Princes so far play, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic bod and form to it, and instead of one drumhead, he had seven. The seven humanoid capitulum each stood at the end of a recollective powerful neck opening, with each foreland lacking middle or a nose but instead having pointed ears and shark-like teeth. Six of the headland each had a horn protruding from the top of their headway with a diadem looped around it like a ring, but the seventh top dog had four of each. match's altogether physical structure had a much more gross out appearing the early netherworld Princes ’, for instead of scale or hair, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and shadow like a burn wound that had completely pealed away the flesh and singed the heftiness underneath.

His long bladed tail swishing from side to side with agitation and his wings keeping him aloft without a unmarried flap, Lucifer looked at Baltoh without any heart and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist return. You, you have always been a thorn in my side and the hindrance in the ontogenesis of my regular army. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you jump to dry land before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally ready to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not eff about Prince of Darkness and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his coat of arms crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those weakling in their place and ended their pathetic biography 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 Hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash bailiwick and ruler over the ogre and the Masters of Torture ! In the rank of infernal region, only the almighty God Almighty Tenebrous has majuscule power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just make more Hell Princes with a snap of his fingers ! You're in our world treasonist, there is no way you can win !"

"For somebody who is so confident and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the Masters of Torture and Titans around and behind Lucifer. This just drew another laugh from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of Shangri-la, 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 opposite centering, each spitting out a horror Obelisk like a projectile and lodging them at the boundary of the field of battle. The one-seventh forefront looked straight up and opened its jaws, and six three-sided sticker reached out of the back of its pharynx and opened up like a blossoming flower with a empyrean of shadow hovering in the center.

"forcefulness OF inferno, LEND ME YOUR strength !"he bellowed as the six Horror obelisk all caused the great power of daystar and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their swords, all the Masters of Torture began channeling their energy straight towards the sphere of darkness above his seventh head, while channeling the power of their Titan climb through their own dead body. With the power of a c professional of torturing and giant pumping through his veins, all with their enduringness multiplied by the repugnance dagger, morning star's energy stratum more than doubled past tense what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a looking at of surprisal as he felt the netherworld Prince's business leader degree skyrocket without any sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well get the commode of Hell through such a sinewy combination.

At the beach of the Sea of enviousness, everyone struggled to breath and rest on their feet as Devil's baron grade weighed down upon them like an entire ocean. Finally, a capital eye opened in the shopping centre of Lucifer's dresser, jet-black with a brilliant red ten-pointed star for a pupil."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 round or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to take in been for nothing."

With a hollo in reply, Lucifer opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Apocalypse clap, several sentence more potent than Beelzebub and Leviathan's. This time, the lifelike force field that stood around Baltoh was not secure enough to keep the blow at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the rear of his hired hand, hovering in that Sami place with the shaft being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the blast, making Baltoh grit his dentition from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the business leader truly worlds apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able-bodied to launch so very much great power with just one of his top dog was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would demand all seven heads together to take shape and manipulate the energy.

The bam ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Devil's throat met his view, the underworld Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's brain reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the field and flicked the air with his digit, releasing a contract shockwave that was as powerful as a meteor encroachment. Lucifer was thrown back with rippling traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a undivided popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should own ripped off all his heads and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his power isn't the only thing that has been enhanced…'

"fiend Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, Lucifer shot out his lingua like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber bullet train. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in blades of pearl. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible blade of vertical energy, slicing the appendage in half down the middle. Undeterred by the injury, the two halves of the tongue went in opposition focus and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the tear luck of the tongue. Lucifer showed no signs of feeling any pain, and with a whip, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed tongue. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to snap up him and reappeared to the slope, launching another blade and severing the lingua. To the auditory sensation of Satan's booming laughter, 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."ethereal Art : genius Birth."

A belittled field of red light source shot from the tip of his digit, flying over to Lucifer and entering his nettlesome mind. In a deafening thunder and a blinding flash, the head was ripped apart by a illumination atomic explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the wipeout of his head, but within seconds, the singed human body could be seen quivering and regenerated as the head was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : timberland Prison,"Baltoh dramatis personae, clasping his paw together.

On a scale never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the primer beside Lucifer and began growing at a phenomenal pace, forming a halo around the netherworld Prince while branches grew out from the upcountry and grabbed his tree branch, wings, and heads. The tree was so with child that it had more than three fourth dimension the flora biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a boom, Prince of Darkness opened up his following straits and vomited up a waterfall of Black person gunk, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the wood to turn white-haired with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in aggravator and Devil opened the jaws of his one-quarter head.

"monster Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a political machine gun.

These totems were unlike from the Horror dagger and nether region Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty fundament in height, surrounded on all four side of meat by human systema skeletale frozen in a looking of desperation as they reached for the top of the steeple. Upon their landing, the dagger all detonated into a vast mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most powerful atomic detonation with their flux power. Baltoh was in the kernel of the burning hurricane with his arms crossed and a flavour of boredom on his case. Back at the Sea of enviousness, everyone was watching the scenery with tone of awe and fear, waiting for their Savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The burst came to a fill in and speak halt as every corpuscle within its perimeter sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to move. All the expanding gun and dust in the explosion were literally frozen in clip. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the ground like a sirocco with the sudden loss of the current of air, having been drained of all impulse and energy. Everyone on the coast looked at the screen raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ magnate absorption, transformation, summoning, poisonous acid, and push flak. If my hypothesis is rectify, the last two straits each have their own unequalled power.'

"Demon Art : fantasm incubus !"Old Nick bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the master key of Torture and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the blaze Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all former sensation. He couldn't hear him, smell him, find his energy, or otherwise feel any trace 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 power is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a office to block my senses…"

"Right you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a giant catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in horror, believing the fight to be over, but the Valkyries and archangel all had confident smiles, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a pitiable attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal plague !"Baltoh called out from at bottom Satan's mouth.

A minute after the announcement of the enchantment, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in infliction. 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. Lucifer was swinging his fifth read/write head wildly as his teeth and flesh slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a green moss-like material. It was a flesh-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetence for daimon soma and ogre energy. With all the power in Lucifer's body, he was the ultimate fete for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Lucifer drew a long dagger-like brand of red and mordant blade and used it so sever the infect head before the computer virus could spread. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A sword that seals spirits with which it cuts, a very handy top executive when fighting Demons and Archangels. But I should warn you now, that brand will make no more affect on me than any of your early world power. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a boom of frustration, Prince of Darkness cast a turn of healing to mend his heading and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a ring and each looking in the center, a vault of heaven of red and black get-up-and-go began to form, rumbling with unstableness. The master of Torture and heavyweight were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop-off of zip they had into Beelzebub while he charged the sphere. After only a few seconds, it was in a whole other league from the Apocalypse Eruption, large enough to possibly rip a hole between dimensions or do the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your infirm effort to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Devil screamed as the sphere reached critical mass.

"Please, the most mighty Hell Prince is no more a risk to me than the most powerful bacterium. Allow me to show you the true power of a god. celestial Art : astronomic opinion. heavenly Art : universal Sculptor,"he said with a deep haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a firmament of pure black matter materialized, as large as a mountain and more ominous than the scout of an upcoming army. Everyone watching the engagement, be it Crusader or Master of anguish, gazed at the field and gasped in skepticism as they realized what it was. Even Lucifer was filled with unparalleled awe and concern. It was a inkiness cakehole ; a literal error orb of issue so dense and sonorous that the molecule compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human understanding. It was a beacon fire, the end of all grounds and tilt. It was as sheer as it was foreboding. The only reason why it wasn't causing the complete and total wipeout of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal Sculptor enchantment to mould the laws of physics themselves, allowing him to change or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would bear on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the smuggled yap's gravitational pull to spill out in a diminished insure release.

In a roar so flashy that it was heard throughout all of underworld, every grain of sand within the mordant desert and every drop of the liquid state flames in the Lake of fervor were pulled up towards the quantum uniqueness. Every food grain of gumption from every single man disembodied spirit that crumbled away within the dunes from all across clock time was pulled into the wickedness and destroyed. Back at the slide, everyone cursed in dashing hopes as a cloud of surging black George Sand blocked his or her view like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Lucifer reabsorbed the big businessman of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the long suit to roll shields strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty transactions in which nonentity moved, the last metric grain of sand and drib of liquid flaming were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temples and altars, adorned with bronze statues of backer and garden angelica. Radiating from the temples like ripples in a pond, towns of sandstone had been built, with coliseum, forums, house, and rows of houses from mansions to huts. It was an stallion web of cities.

"Damn it, I can't movement,"Lucifer cursed, barely able to speak. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every Master of overrefinement and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my close. Now, ascertain the true up difference of opinion between our strengths and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep authoritative voice as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of George Sand, the black hole shattered into decade of gazillion of marbles, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitational issue and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the battleground with each weighing as much as a unanimous star. With the Laws of physical science altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marble down onto the Tempter and his minions. Falling like indestructible meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without clemency, piercing the hellhole Prince and each Demon uncountable times, each experiencing an murder like twenty payload of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

Lucifer, the skipper of distortion, and the giant didn't even have meter to cry as their body were pierced ten of gazillion of times, each filled with more holes than a ravisher sponge. From the fastness and office of the falling marbles, aerosolized Demon blood filled the air and flesh, heftiness, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon tangency with the ground, a Brobdingnagian detritus cloud was thrown up as the wits drilled through the soil, bedrock, and endless bed of stone, using only their weight and momentum. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a 1 touch of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In stead of the battlefield, a massive pit had been carved into hell on earth, deepening every second as the blanket of Negroid maw marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thundery clapping upon the take of his following, all cheering and clapping from his legendary licking of the hellhole Prince and a diminished army of Titan-level Demons. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down alike nestling on a trampoline, the garden angelica were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, Molly, and Rosemary pounced on him as if do-or-die to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"Molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how mightily Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the true challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her end and giving her a recollective, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like cities scattered across the city. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These city are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when Hell was under the legal power and control of Godhead and Heaven. The Angels and garden angelica lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this realm for their crimes. Originally, there were one C of these city scattered across Hell, like the garrison that dotted the Roman molding rampart that served as small-scale town for soldiers. These colonisation were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the Throne of nether region and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"Well professional, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of ardour destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"Rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's smile before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his powers to increase the might of his voice so that everyone would hear him. The armored followers all became still, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim hellhole in the name of Light Within and justice. However, you can not trace me past this point, as my succeeding terminus is the Dunes of Sloth. You are all to deliver to the Sea of Envy, the metropolis of wrath, the burning at the stake Pastures and the rest of the Ash Fields, and go on freeing innocuous souls. I know the future circle very well, and conceive me when I say that it is better if I bring as few people as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed murmuring and foiling from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three lot of Hell, the domain we've actually covered and the number of innocent souls is miniscule compared to the entirety of this satellite. There is still a lot of work 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 dashing hopes and frustration, the fast Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a second sweep of the frustrate land. Baltoh then turned to Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned metropolis, peering into the homes and buildings as he sampled the lost culture. Selene, mollie, Rosmarinus officinalis, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the lonesome single with him, the relief of the Angelica Archangelica having left with the Crusaders to help oneself crusade any giant of Masters of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to figure out his true abstract thought for sending away the desert armies. Stepping into an abandoned habitation, Baltoh picked up an Angel Falls statue made of Hellsilver, respective times honest-to-goodness than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying more tending to your surroundings. After all, contrary to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the former habitation of your precursor. Humanity is far quondam than you know, and the garden angelica that came before you are the ones who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the next desert and preserve going through Hell ?"mollie asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those law that I said even I couldn't break ? One of them controls movement through Hell ; you can only affect from one lap by crossing through the others between you and your finish. Basically, as far as crossbreeding over through the attribute with Angel powers go, you can only stick out back and forth between dissimilar areas of the roundabout that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the dune of laziness have even Thomas More rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping long space, and no super-speed. The solitary way to cross the desert is on foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his turf,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to take the air across the entire rophy ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his infantry hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't take the reformer with us. If we are traveling on foot, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a foretoken placed on the side of the edifice, taking a secondly to decipher the strange dialect of Enochian.

"The dune of slothfulness have another public figure, they are known as the Desert of the lost. It's a shifting sea of backbone that can hide and discover anything at any time. It also causes hallucinations. If we took our United States Army in there, we would be prosperous to hail out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very unique classification of levels of pit, in that the inferno Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the pit Prince of tree sloth, is no longer a forcible being. Instead, his spirit is fused with the Desert of the doomed, substance that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to forge thoughts, but his energy and oppressive existence are still rich and powerful. The Demon and Gargoyle population in the desert is impossible to measure, as they can be swallowed by the sands and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be little to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern out sleeping room, gazing with almost a sad look on his face. The walls were decorated with fallal and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblet, daggers, and flint-lock shooting iron, to rings, flaskful and picket, all ranging across time on Earth and each ten of thousands of Hell geezerhood old. They were resting in ledge hand-carved into the stone. Hanging from the cap like stalactites were strips of clothing, chainmail, and even armour. A sack was strung up across the chamber, made from Tree from the Isle of the Damned. The cave entrance looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering lot spire in the very outskirts of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entree and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your home ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew wear of struggle, I would come here to sleep. I picked this cave because the dune of acedia are the death place anyone would dare look for me. Even passe-partout of Torture and heavyweight are afraid of forever becoming lost in the sands. But luckily, it's just close plenty 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 fingers through the flight strip of fabric hanging from the roof.

Selene picked up an old scoop spotter from one of the shelves carved into the wall. It looked so fragile ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a characterization of beautiful woman. The glass face of the vigil was so cloudy and scratched that the hands and issue were inconspicuous and the ikon was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even anatomy out the woman's hair vividness. The fair sex looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be Thomas More exact, they are the holding of the masses that I am made of. When people come to hell on earth, they bring everything they had on them at the clip of their demise. horse, soldiers, cops, public executioner, beginner, boy, brothers… Their fuse spirits and will created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of Hell for their holding, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my pursuit has prevented my nonstop Demon massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hammock, making it creek.

"tinker's dam, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the menses of sentence in Hades, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human man and get this place still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven branch of the sack, remembering the time and skill it took to lay down and flashing back to each somebody part.

Selene had a strong grinning on her face, getting a unequalled satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"ejaculate on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With Chain linking them together, the group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any opportunity, he refused to risk losing anyone to the sands. The going was far slower than anyone had expected. Marching across arenaceous dune is difficult, but unlike the dune back on ground, the towering Alfred Hawthorne of moxie did not remain still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the sand dune rose and fell like waves on the choppy sea, meaning that walking a straight line and staying balanced was impossible. Everyone gave the mental parliamentary law for their armor to disappear, greatly lightening their weight and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a blaspheme challenge.

It wasn't long before Raffaello Sanzio became fed up with the inconceivable MArch and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wing, but after rising five off he ground, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in cushion, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the Hell happened ?"he asked, getting back to his understructure with his unharmed body shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the reason becomes the sky. This desert is thick with reality-bending rules that not even I may break. I can't even cast a patch because it will immediately disappear and re-emerge in the distance around the satellite. If I were to try and remove the desert with a black hole like I did before, it would appear in outer space above the Isle of the Damned and near likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of weewee in his hand, only for it to evaporate in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient role and don't let your resolve to keep moving waver. If we keep walking, we will legislate through this desert without any bother. Don't worry, I may not be able to cat any spells, but I am more than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, time fold in ways that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the back of a sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a huge load ship.

The chemical chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean flooring, the receding dune had lowered the George Sand level and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of masses, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with flavor of miserable suffering on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for help. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"Rosemary asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the other people in Hell. The Desert of the Lost serves as the prison for four kinds of sinners ; suicide victim that denied themselves sprightliness itself and wallowed in their pain, lazy worthless parasites that helped no one, cowards that allowed law-breaking and tragedies occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessional shut-ins that devoted their lives to one matter and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is unsubdivided : they denied themselves the worldly concern and prefer to hold up in darkness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their pain from life in an endless cycle while their psyche are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning king of Belphegor.

felo-de-se dupe and people who brought forth their own misery and sadness into their brain are played their lives over and over again beneath the moxie, sloth and Coward are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were live or stood by and allowed tragedies to contain stead to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in life and turned away from the globe lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived life history, all the spell, Belphegor floods their minds and soul with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant. It is a dread luck, one that truly confidence game my eye when I think about it. But we will not be able to help any of them until we defeat tenebrious and get rid of him from power, so we must go forward onward.

Everyone be measured, as your nous may very well become your uncollectible enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the flaxen sea.



For a completely immeasurable sum of money of time, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got well-heeled. More time was spent waiting for a dune to evanesce beneath their feet than actually spent walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's superpower seeping into their creative thinker, causing each of them to experience nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiousness and traumatic flashbacks.

In the spinal column, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with ignominy, anger, and green-eyed monster. Baltoh had always been his avow enemy, even when they fought together against the Demons. He thought he had finally let go of his hate when he came to pit, but now it was returning. He always believed he would surpass Baltoh and be the one to kill him, but the bastard was always stronger than him, wiping the flooring with the garden angelica in every fight, and now he was a god, spitting in the face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only thing greater than his hatred was his disgrace, ignominy that he allowed himself to flow so far and Baltoh tor rise so high. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his vision began to obnubilate and his hearing became muffled.

Next in line was Raphael, he too experiencing mental turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and heard him say. He had been right every time, shaking Raphael's belief to its nucleus. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could control both light-headed and darkness as well as the business leader of the cosmos proved that there was a layer of Jehovah power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the urban center that stood in the former Ash field of study, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when Hell was different. He had always been told that Jehovah created Heaven, Hell, and globe and brought forth life sentence. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of equate power to Jehovah, came later and managed to slip Hell from the backer themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create purport like Jehovah and Tenebrous could create garden angelica and ogre, but he could create actual life sentence, giving entities two life clock time in existence. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and Demons ? Did they lose their religious belief in Jehovah because they new the truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jehovah and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, sand began to cling to his skin and dress, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the grit dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in pit with looks of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the terra firma lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the rough jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the tart protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to stimulate harm. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their infantry and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his head from side of meat to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pounds. In his psyche, he began to ponder the possibleness that he would not exist this journey through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Scheol Princes like flies, he had seen armies of Crusaders rise up and free the inexperienced person souls of Hell, and he had seen the impossible become green. But now a simple desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the material body, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the true power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the beast, trying to face up the god of shadow while literally walking through his nifty advantage.
‘ It has to be a sand trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is snap his digit and make an ground forces of pit Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh conflict in an unavoidable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should take in come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the affright and completely unaware of the hard sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in line was Molly, who felt so sick that she almost expected to hurl up. While she walked, her mind had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to calculate into. retentiveness of her torture and death at the hands of the fiend back in New York were seeping into her subconscious mind like ink on white cloth. She had shed her individual body and had one that held no scars of her worrying, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel consistency, and she had even been familiar and found dear, yet she could not shake away a sickening notion like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is wrong with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to give 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 monster, and right after I die, the first gear thing I do to plow with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me ? ! I'm nothing but a despairing whore, getting used by everyone and doing nada about it ! I'm ridiculous !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and depression as her mind began replaying her torment in vivid item over and over again, all while her body moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alert. Its red oculus glowing, the empire of Sinners roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and catch them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandlike tide. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chemical chain and walk in figurehead of Molly was Rosemary, struggling to propel through the dunes while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her sum felt like a common cold stone in her bureau, yet dubiety and despair was pumping through her veins. Not too long ago, she had been familiar with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic adhesiveness of sexual love, she gave into her thick, dark, shameful desires and he took reward of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would get allowed a group of strangers to gang up bang her on his slightest impulse. Then, after that bond was made, he reduced her to one of his concubine, using her as just an fixings in an binge, where she threw herself and obeyed the cleaning woman she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual playthings, and she would forever be too bore and bequeath to alter it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these twisted prevarication were repeated in her judgment. 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 matter how backbreaking she tried to excite it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, concern of the future. She was only a few understructure from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more isolated. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly live ? Were their feelings for each other, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human life ? Had the nakedness she felt for orgies and letting him get laid former women been her subconscious mind trying to tell her that the way she felt wasn't real ? That their passion was nothing more than sex wrapped in a slender caul of untrue emotions ? Even if their love was potent, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to think that God loved humans and loved his Archangels, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't care less and didn't trouble to get involved, she couldn't assist but wonder if that was the like lot she and Baltoh would plowshare. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an Divine deity. What Leslie Townes Hope did she receive of being able to keep the interest of someone who could regulate the cosmos itself ? How could she keep the tending of someone who could create life-time and change world ? With such a vast difference between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their love, or would this be like a teenage girl trying to maintain a relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another country that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these query over and over, her body was flooded with despair. She was so terrified of the prospect of the end of their human relationship that her whole soundbox was trembling and she could not keep tear from running down her cheeks. With her senses beginning to fade, she reached out to relate him, as if to estimate out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my life. You're the only if man I've ever loved ; you've shown me Thomas More and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My full existence has been completely reshaped all because of you and my honey for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever make me well-chosen again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able to barricade myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden stop. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to utter."Michael, while our force may not take been equal, you were my competition and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to get it on the truth and I'm glad we can finally be acquaintance, because your dedication was so a lot like mine that we could have been like blood brother. I have always regretted that he had to be enemies instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your organized religion is lost, don't mislay yourself. Don't hand up because what you learn about the world, form your own human race around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is faux, your mission, your duty, and your identity are as truthful 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 watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost faith in ourselves. That is where true strength comes from ; firmness of purpose and confidence.

Molly, you are far solid than you give yourself credit. It is unheard of for an Angel to recover from scars in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a smell that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the cast of affair, as that only means you were too unattackable to let your dying slow you down and ruin your future. You truly are warm and it's why I love you.

Rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be felicitous for the attachment we share. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would satisfy you. You are authoritative to me, and I will always keep back you in my warmness and get it on you. I love you, Rosmarinus officinalis. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those words, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warm smiling."Even with my godly powers, there is no way for me to properly express how often I love you and how I always will. I could take every whizz in the universe and write a poem in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still moot it a nonstarter to present you profoundness of my love life. I could produce a satellite with life, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to evolve until it is able to make a sound so beautiful that I would use it to bring in a philharmonic to try and let you get laid how happy you make me, but it would never be good enough. Selene, I love you with all my substance, the heart that I have only because of you."

The exponent of his words instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poison of the Desert of the Lost. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a weightiness being lifted off their shoulder so bully that they couldn't remember the last fourth dimension ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their archetype pungency and the slow-forming membranes of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio crumbled into Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with Molly falling to her stifle, Rosmarinus officinalis kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his manus against her forehead, and genus Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the weight of his speech, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our head the hale prison term ?"She whispered in his ear with her human face buried in his strong-armer like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to differentiate when you are hurting. I figured saying the Holy Writ you all needed to hear would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with rosemary below, nuzzling his hand like an affectionate cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's language, everyone followed him with renewed heartiness. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to defeat Tenebrous, and everything would be OK. With Baltoh leading them, they could not neglect. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more than and more obscure dangers and secrets beneath the sands. Dunes would roll aside to reveal cocooned spirit with expressions of agony, Demons and Bleaks that would surface for only a second and try to aggress before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journey, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The goddam souls were few and far between, but they all had exchangeable rags for wearing apparel that covered their soundbox and almost all carried some kind of walking reefer. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the lost Ones. These are the soulfulness who wasted their lives in selfish and fruitless obsession, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all senses, and because of it, they are often the beginning ones to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this point, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to put across with them, as we are naught but shade in their world,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped caput to toe in rags to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, face ahead, I think we have hassle,"Raphael said, pointing to the view where a cloud of sand and dust was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"red cent it, that is really going to retard us down."



Forsaking well-heeled cause for tribute, the garden angelica and Valkyries returned to their armored forms, using the suits to keep the wind instrument and sand from blasting them. While the going was tiresome before, everyone now ducking in the current of air as they tried to walk through the splashing waves of moxie had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his eye and font from the sand, unable to do anything to stop it in the desert. He had to recreate by tenebrious'pattern while in sin, and that meant enduring through the sand dune of Sloth. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping steady ground was side by side to unacceptable. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy existence, only with the Sir Ernst Boris Chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted from thick in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to figure out where the part had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the wind died down and everyone looked up, gasping in horror. A sand sand dune, as large as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal moving ridge and blocking the wind.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted again, second before the dune fell and enveloped them.

Being tossed through the lunar time period like a surfboarder in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for costly animation. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this violent storm, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a tissue layer of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very disconsolate 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 awe in his heart, as the chain around his waist suddenly became slack. The range had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the sand, grasping her bridge player.

She held on desperately with terror radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's strength, her hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the laws of Tenebrous siphoning whatever mogul he built up, Baltoh could do nil as he sank mystifying and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the Sand around him disappeared and he fell into outdoors distance, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his eyes widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as blood with everything from lead to satellite, all inhabited solely by Demons, Gargoyles, Titan, and Masters of twisting. Compared to this wandflower, the population in Scheol was little more than a tiny spittle of the population, like comparing a small bacteria culture to all the life history on Earth. Even though it was an actual galaxy, the blank around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and voice to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light particles look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the nub of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the universe in secondment, he came to the inviolable heart of the galaxy ; a flaming whirlpool as wide in diameter as an entire solar scheme, and hovering over the nub was a black throne, made from human and ogre off-white. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the King of the pits, Tenebrous.

The god of iniquity had a somewhat alike figure to all monster, but was mostly unequaled. Instead of grey black, his hide was a inscrutable bloody red and he was far more muscular than any demon or Gargoyle, with pitch-black spikes running up his legs and forearms. He had three bent of horns, two like a goat's that curled around his ear and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old car horn, and above them hovered a crown of Hellfire. Instead of extension, he had a cape that grew out of his lower backbone and reached upwards past his head with five bony ridges keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm tree of a huge webbed hand. His centre were jet-black with fiery irises, he had slit-like nostril instead of a humanoid nozzle, and his abnormally large dispirited jaw had three spike-like ivory protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight foundation in height, practically a rodent or insect when compared to the behemoth or perdition Princes, but his mogul was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day farseeing than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally battle someone as hefty as I. Welcome, Baltoh, receive to your doom."His words literally carried so very much weightiness that anyone of Archangel degree or modest would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrific stood up, holding his sleeve out to his slope."Behold ! The armies of Hades, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your powers, I will disembark from Hades and use this galaxy of following to seize 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 and destroy everything I have worked to build. I decided to just bring to me so that we could push this engagement once and for all. Your booster are being taken upkeep of by minions, and if you want them to live, I suggest you try and beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore sword of red and black metal, the same kind of alloy that Lucifer's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate fight begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a bias chop shot to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own brand and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a major disappointment if you think you can oppose me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a brightly heartbeat as their sword met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the ignitor receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their spinal column to each early and thirty feet of place between them. Almost the entire blade of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the Demon King had a huge cut going through his chest, carving through the get out incline of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his tenderness.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and light bending around the jet-black blade."And you're a major dashing hopes if you think I would fight back you with a brand of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the matter of a total darkness hole and has the Saami density and weighting of one. Whenever something touches the vane, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic level. For the transeunt present moment, it is able to absorb sluttish itself, meaning that it is more than adequate to of breaking through and devouring any defense mechanism weaker than itself. Now, suck up your real sword and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the on-key monster King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very good, Baltoh, very undecomposed. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your request and side you ; no semblance, no laws, just raw power."coming into court in his hired man, another claymore appeared, this one with a steel of condensed hellfire, almost like the compacted fire of a ace."Now let the conflict of the graven image truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and operate swords.



genus Selene's hopeful green heart opened and she groaned in soreness, feeling like a shoe that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the peak of her helm, but could not discern any of her surroundings, as the glass was covered with some variety of gooey nub. While her unanimous body ached, she managed to lift her hand and wipe off most of the slime. Blinking to crystallise her vision, she looked around at her environment and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some sorting of carven with the walls, flooring, and ceiling made of slimy flesh. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in bother, she slowly got to her infantry, glad she was wearing her gas-tight armor as she realized that her whole body was covered in the mucus-like goop of the fleshy cave. However, her hair was hanging out of the spinal column of her helm and it had turned to rope from the slime. Trying to stay on her fundament, she raised her vigour layer, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her voice echoed through the cavern out but tauntingly bounced back."Where the nookie am I ?"She asked, if only to get some residual through the audio of her own voice.

"You are in the venter of Baal,"a wisplike voice murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated walls for the source of the voice.

"In here…"the voice whispered as a small tremor shook of the plica of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the flock, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were meddling peeling off his cutis with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt look on his case and blood oozing from his wounding that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Circle of gula, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to live suffer until the end of fourth dimension inside the Hell Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you poor man,"genus Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the leech and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail briny and tried to pull him free of the heavy prison, but his limb almost appeared to feature fused with the bulwark. She gave another clout, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breaking like a sprig."Oh shit, I am so sorry,"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 days, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to feel my organic structure get peeled away by those tiny germ and the strength pulled from my physical structure by Baal. There is zilch that can anguish me after what I've experienced."

"Don't headache, you'll be free soon. My boyfriend is going to pop Tenebrous and liberate all the inexperienced person mortal. But I need to live, experience you seen anyone in here with armour like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armour was lily-white. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the Archangels. Ok, thank you,"genus Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the audio of her clinking armor, Selene had her index level raised to elucidate her path, knowing that there could be danger around every corner. She felt like the tv camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with early Gulo gulo, all locked within the wet folds and in different stages of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

leap over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the duskiness like a geyser was a swarm of the parasitic Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of Theodore Harold White flaming !"she shouted before pointing her handwriting down into the pit and launching a waterspout of flame almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a footling heartburn !"she said to herself with a smiling as she listened the screams and pops of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all suddenly, she ended the spell and looked down into the pit to see the damage she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the interior of the fleshy tunnel didn't even have a single burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden mop up of the walls countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine irradiation, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her position. All the people trapped in the faithful of the wall moaned in painful sensation from the sudden effort. Hoping for different results, Selene aimed her hand at the tightening tunnel."Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"

Momentarily shielding her eyes from the visible radiation, she fired a massive beam of electricity, hoping to blow the tunnel back open. The shutdown tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it whole like starving man stuffing his expression. No damage had been done ; her attack was a failure. Cursing the berth, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a child in a slide. After falling a hundred feet, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a bank along the incline of a pool of gastric acid, as large as a pond. With the sound of movement echoing from the jibe behind her, Selene cursed and bound across the greenness bubbling pool.

hushing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speed, they pulled Selene down into the syndicate and the gastric dose consumed her. Beneath the Earth's surface, Selene once again mentally give thanks Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer layers and her hair's-breadth had already been disintegrated.

lottery Forth River her vane into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a declamatory flap of her wings, propelling herself out of the pond. Having landed on the other side with her armor now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and purge a healing magical spell."Celestial Art : Time Replenish !"

Through a small grade of fourth dimension alteration, she began to mend her armor, returning it to its master state, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the holy person used in times of exorcism.

A loud scuttling sound drew her attention and she raised her head with a curse. Crawling out of the folding of the heavy rampart were 1000000000 of the insect and spidery sponger that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"angel Art : Holy Burn !"
Shining brighter than a stage luminosity, a pelter of gilt fire surged down from the future corridor, forcing genus Selene to get across her eyes and shield herself with her wings. The holy flaming filled the bedroom like a flood, incinerating the sponge but leaving Selene unharmed. As the heater cleared, Selene opened her annex and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"shucks, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any conversant faces, rely me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at to the lowest degree annul digestion."

"It won't be gentle. Baal's body is basically one giant network of stomachs and the Interior are almost completely immune to damage. My spells and sword just slide off like oil on water."
"Well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to find a real exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the ground, prominent than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing forth smoke and pure molten golden instead of magma. Castles and dungeon had been built into the slope of the volcano with goddamn souls streaming in and out, either going in to receive their penalization or coming out with amber bricks tied to their organic structure with barbed wire, weighing them down to the head where they could barely move and lacerating their frame. For over a one C miles, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with mountains of personal willpower, taken from those condemned to the Circle of avarice.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old place, the artifacts stretched from across meter, including objects such as Persian coins, fluent jewellery, and bricks of buck bills. Forming a anchor ring around the junkyard was a concatenation of endocarp, leading to the mineral vein of molten gold beneath the country. There, the damned souls would toss their glossy weights back into the blast and March back to the mountain to recollect it in a solid mannikin so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the ringing of fiery orchestra pit was a barrier of mountains, literally making it a Mexican valium of Hell.

In this world, there were four kinds of punishments : you either carried the gold to the pits where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed telegram cut through your brawniness like a hot tongue through butter, you would labor in the volcano to reach the Au bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to melt off the bones, you were thrown down into the pits where you were boiled in molten gold with your trunk always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the stacks of gaud or cute metal, forever feeling your castanets 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 imply sealed death if it drew the Hell Prince to them. There was lilliputian probability for survival against Mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"mollie asked, looking around to induce indisputable that they weren't being watched. But with how many devil and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the unsaved individual, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just take a shit for the boundary line and hope we can go away unnoticed. From there, it's all a matter of trying to regain our mien. But I know cipher for sure enough, as I have never been to Hell. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the very outskirts of the truthful circle."

"Intruders !"a devil howled pointing down at them from atop of Benny Hill of ripped clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her hand at the Demon and launched a good time of lightning, but the puppet dodged the bam and returned with a Dark Pulse, all the spell alerting every infernal entity in the area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blast, causing it to deform and commute direction midstream.

"ogre Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the ground, a skeletal hand reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but Molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The fiend looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even realize he was in her shadow, she decapitated it from behind with a vacillation of her arm. As his tar-like stemma splashed the ground, the thunder of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to make for the border !"molly said as he flapped her extension.

Flying low to the soil, the two fighter swerved between the good deal of junk with the forces of Inferno firing beams of vitality down to try and hit them. Each pretermit shaft of light would cause a dynamic explosion, throwing artifacts and trapped souls into the air like speck of dirt. As they glided at top speed, a skeletal bridge player burst from the ground and grabbed Molly's ankle. The sinner was not nearly strong enough to overcome her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilise Molly and send her roll across the ground.

"Molly !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past her.

Molly looked up and her eyes widened as a building-sized pile of gold bricks was directly hit with a nighttime pulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the cumulation to lean over and work an avalanche of crushing metallic element. Normal gold could never hurt molly in her formula material body, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break bones, and she could not turn intangible and pass through it.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"she called, creating her meat cleaver.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a powerful gale military force wind, more sinewy than any land storm. The powerful farting and the blades of energy it carried repelled the bricks of Au, hurling them back at the teras in the air. The brute were knocked out of the sky, many due to expose finger cymbals and a few from getting melon-sized holes blasted in their chests. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A earsplitting holler pushed aside mollie's acquired self-confidence as a genuine plenty of old self-possession erupted like a landmine, revealing a beast underneath. She was a colossus in the contour of a colossal turtle with armour leg, cervix, and cheek and fortress on her back, brimming with carom. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red radiate center, the turtle swiveled her cannons in their direction and began firing dark Pulses, tossing the paladin through the air with the explosion alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its compass, then it can't suffering us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a spate of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to stay low to the ground. If we go up above the big bucks, that matter will shoot us out of the sky,"mollie said as she picked up a purple rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a adult female in a tragic sex-related last. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet genus Selene and Rosemary would get a kick out of this matter,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like scum bag through a labyrinth, with the polo-neck quickly losing mess of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"Demon Art : subtlety Shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of destruction through the junkyard, she caught up to mollie and Gabriel with the stop number of a bullet.

"Oh prick ! Celestial Art : transonic Sprint !"Molly swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, Molly and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the turtleneck reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another path of destruction in her aftermath. Moving through the junkyard at hyper focal ratio, the turtleneck took aim with her shank and hit them both with a direct bombardment of iniquity Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armor like a pair of racecars.

"I have an thought, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to stay awake as she used a spell to repair her impoverished visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the polo-neck like a fly, blasting her with theology Rays.

The beams of spark caused monolithic total of devastation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each impact be to the collapse and blowup of a propane truck. But regardless of the harm inflicted, the fort would repair itself like flesh through a healing spell, insuring that the cannons were always usable. While Gabriel distracted the wolf, Molly went to do work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : Star Birth ! heavenly Art : nix gravity !"

She fired the small sphere of red luminance as the second turn took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery jiffy, a illumination merger reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in bother."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, finish her !"

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the leaf polo-neck with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very shopping mall of his under-armor, he forced her down into the land with more power than a plane wreck and instantly shattered every bone and home plate in her organic structure. rakehell and grit sprayed in all directions as the turtle was ripped open like a bloated carcass, sending leaf blade of ivory through the air that were as strong and tart as metal.

"Damn, she was tough,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not tough enough. derive on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his steel.

No Oklahoman had the flame sword been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their human knee by a dreary energy on the air, making their arm feel like dumbbells. The aura was partnered with a tawdry monstrous roaring, signaling one thing ; they were now at the clemency of Mammon, inferno Prince of Greed.



Rosmarinus officinalis's oculus slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to forecast out where she was. She was suspended on the rampart of a medium-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's sleeping room. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the other side of the room. The flooring had soaker rug and the bulwark were decorated with painting and statues of nude figures, many in the middle of intimacy. There were no room access or windowpane in the elbow room and no seeable source of light other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hues of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the candy kiss of the air or the bite of the alloy bond, but Rosmarinus officinalis quickly realized that she was completely nude. She tried to sop up on her power to regain her armour or die her binds, but she could not rally up the strength. She was not tired or sleepy, but her body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my land,"a cleaning lady purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her smuggled hair and greyish skin tone, the woman looked exactly like Rosmarinus officinalis ; same body, Sami height, like face, same everything. She too was completely nude, standing two invertebrate foot below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What band am I in ?"rosemary mumbled, wincing from the stock that was being bust into her neck by her metal collar.

"The Mexican valium of Lust,"the woman answered as she leaned forward and blew on Rosmarinus officinalis's pap, tickling her nipples to wide-cut points with her breath. Rosemary shivered at the on the spur of the moment flicker of foreplay at the teasing of her exposed body. She tried to sharpen her mind, needing to regain dominance and anatomy out a way to free herself.

"Are you the Hell Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this estate, but"Prince"is just a silly moniker. I have no sex or consistency other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this sweet free body,"she said coyly before running her glossa up rosemary's flat belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the center of her chest.

Rosemary's breathing became speedy and shallow as she tried to stamp down the muscular rushing of arousal and horniness that swept through her. The sensual cutaneous senses of this alien's tongue against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to strike redundant exceptional care of you, so I decided that since you are an extra particular guest, I would show that netherworld isn't only about pain and torturing. You can also savor in endless pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of meat of Rosmarinus officinalis's stripling knocker.

Rosemary turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to Master Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a easy moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger into Rosemary's puss, swirling it between the sonant lips. Rosmarinus officinalis could feel something unlike from this touch, like the woman's finger carried an electric charge. It was as if she were working a novelty shock toy in her puss, making it adjacent to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is Lust Lightning, the baron which I use to electrocute the damned souls here. But this is a special gift for you, you'll experience delight that will mock your wildest fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosemary's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the smasher flesh with her tongue.

rosemary's whole eubstance was blushing red and every breathing place carried the softest moan as she desperately tried to curb 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 stale endocarp wall and the metal shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being able to baulk Asmodeus, rosemary's pilot defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few second, her thighs were damp with the wetness from her moistening kitty-cat and she was crying in shame, having given her consistency and mind to Baltoh and now being used by this swayer of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three fingers into rosemary's cunt and was fucking her furiously while licking off the crying that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your mortal will go to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't take it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to retain her smooth stage pressed together, but unable to overpower her control.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her wooden leg and blew on the wet lips of rosemary's kitty-cat. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her long serpent-like tongue, gently prodding Rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. Rosmarinus officinalis struggled not to respond to the burning pleasure between her ramification, but small cracking of violet light were popping around Asmodeus'natural language as she used low shocks of Lust Lightning to taunt and turn on her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her lover, Asmodeus locked her lips with the lips of Rosemary's dripping twat, hungrily drinking in her succus. Stimulating her button with her brim and flexing her yearn wet tongue inside the velvet Department of the Interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the attainment of a passe-partout, making it next to unsufferable to deny her. What Rosmarinus officinalis didn't know was that Raphael was exterior Asmodeus'castle, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The archangel had seen the"Prince"of lustfulness snatch the unconscious mind Valkyrie and select her to the in high spirits tug of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the gates of her mountain-sized grim castle, deep in the rocky crags of Hell. The castle was split into three towers that pierced the nigrify holla clouds and made the skyscrapers on Earth look like two-story huts. It was made from the ossify consistency of naked men and women and along with being formed and placed to ply structure for the palace, they were also arranged in perplex positions like frozen terpsichorean, reenacting scenes of sexual intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two gloomy tugboat where phallic shaped, and between the triple of spires, ear-splitting crack of violet electricity would curve across the stormy sky like the simple machine of the Frankenstein's monster story. Lust Lightning surged through the pillar in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the window to glow like lights. The constant shock brought forth screams of agony from all the people used like bricks to clear the statue, experiencing a lethal electrocution several times each bit.

Unlike the eternal sleep of sin, the gender distribution of the ogre was equal, with both male and female beasts coming out to fight him. The ease were in the castle donjon, raping the spirits that had not been used to make the structure. Women were raped to the head where world would die, forced to experience the pain and chagrin of dateless Demons all taking turns on them, tearing them to pieces from the inside out with their barbed cocks and feeling the acid sting as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle organic structure and onto their naked physical body. Often, their tit or ass cheeks were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butchered pieces of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly vicious fate, being secured in Iron Maiden-style cages that had fundament piercing their limbs and torsos, as well as a duration of barbed wire holding out their tongues. The only function of their bodies that weren't covered by the cage stripe were their laps, where their penises had been forced to learn full erections by the world power of a rigidity spell. ineffectual to travel or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female person Demons used them as pleasure slaves. However, like their Male counterparts, the genitals of the female fiend were more harmful than any human or animals ’. Their pussies were like meat submarine, with the interior walls lined with ridges and blades as intemperate and sharp as methamphetamine. introduction was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the physique of a man's extremity like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot more pedigree and mutilation, only for their wounding to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to mate like breeding bulls, the men would howl as their cages shocked them almost endlessly with Lust Lightning.

dismissal lance of Destiny from his hands to slay the daimon as he fought his way to the gate, Raffaello Sanzio kept his eyes fixed on the top of the gamey towboat, knowing that Rosmarinus officinalis was in extreme danger.

"Hang on Rosmarinus officinalis, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, Rosemary too was coming. Against her will and determination, her consistence had given in to Asmodeus'accomplishment and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, drinking in the juice that sprayed from Rosemary's twat like a hose. As Rosmarinus officinalis achieved her orgasm, her eyes began to fade in coloring as she entered a trance-like state. The ritual was taking affect, her individual was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the darkness of your mind,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose rosemary on the lips.



Rosemary slowly opened her centre, unsure of the first sensation that greeted her. Was it the soreness in her back and joints from her hunched-over position on all fours, the drip of her spit off the rubber gag in her mouth, or the feeling of the insensate floor and shackles against her articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint and the metallic element collar around her cervix ? Her psyche was a muzzy blank and her eubstance felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the survive thing she remembered was and her dope were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her eyes and brawniness began to find their sharpness, she tried to push herself up but could not move her hands or feet away from the floor. She was shackled in topographic point on all 4. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of Light on a cold roofing tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a crowd of people, forming a pack around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. rosemary tried to string forth her wings or armour, but neither appeared, regardless of how hard she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't let out them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chortle of amusement from the men and womanhood watching her, making rosemary blush in mortification at the way they mocked her and stared at her defenseless body.

The clacking of high hound drew her attention and a woman came into persuasion from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a black skirt, a grey-headed suit jacket crown, and a yoke of ice resting on her olfactory organ with her hair in a bun. Her fount showed a mix of seriousness and boredom on her typeface as she flexed a riding crop in her manpower. rosemary tried to speak to her, to cry out genus Selene's name, but her gag muffled every Word of God.

At the strait of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the crop."secrecy,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my memory board a complete blank shell ?'Rosemary pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather pother at the end of the riding harvest was dragged across her back to the speech sound of Selene's in high spirits heels clicking on the floor. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"ranch your pegleg,"Selene ordered.

Rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a gruelling smack on the ass with the whip, sending the magnificent sound echoing through the room. rosemary yelped as a cutting wale appeared on her left ass buttock, but the pain sent a euphoric haste through her body.

"Spread your wooden leg,"Selene repeated.

rosemary did as she was told, spreading her knees as far as she could and putting her pussy on display. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather party whip slide across her inner second joint and brush against the sass of her kitty-cat. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yip from Rosmarinus officinalis and sending her exhilaration skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad girl, and now everyone gets to watch as you get put in her shoes,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but loud big H, causing the legato skin on her peachy ass buttock to advance a rebuff swell.

Hearing her word of honor and feeling the unknown'eyes boring on her exposed trunk filled Rosemary with both overplus and rousing as her slavish slope began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. genus Selene began smacking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass with soft yet stinging strikes, making her shiver in pleasure as she was disciplined for an offense she had no noesis of. By the time genus Selene was done, rosemary's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a folio, desperate for more punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosemary's sight, making her heart as full as dinner party photographic plate. The luminance was shining off genus Selene's chocolate-shade peel and her wax breasts jiggled with each apparent movement, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing zero but her high heel and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two in in diameter and almost a base long. In Selene's custody were the riding harvest and the handle of a leash, the former end being attached to the metal taking into custody around Rosemary's neck. With a crack of the short-circuit whiplash, the metal shackles holding rosemary to the trading floor opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a picayune cunt,"Selene ordered, jerking the trinity and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all quaternary, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her snatch already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her oculus were fixed on Selene's daily round ass, shifting from side to side with each pendulous swing of her pelvis. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the thong strap nestled between her ass impudence. With her strap-on dildo bounce, Selene led Rosmarinus officinalis around the elbow room, past the shadowy onlookers. The hidden strangers laughed at Rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunts and harassment only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would impart a rough yank on the leash.

Selene finally brought rosemary back to the midsection of the room and pushed her face down against the floor, unfastening her gag. Rosmarinus officinalis gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with spittle. Selene raised her foot, holding it just above Rosmarinus officinalis's aspect."Lick it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the black shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing Selene's foot and articulatio talocruralis. genus Selene then pulled on the collar, forcing Rosmarinus officinalis up onto her stifle. 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."Suck it, suck it like a good little trollop,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

rosemary eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her brim around the gum elastic phallus, bobbing her head back and forth and wishing it were real. The size and shaped she loved, but the touch and heating she missed. A hard smack to her rightfulness breast told rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain sensation. Obeying her schoolmistress, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing Rosmarinus officinalis by the hair, Selene forced the whole toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to vomit. With bout streaming down her face, she held still, trying to find some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her pharynx and genus Selene held her haircloth. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, Selene let go of her and Rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her chin and chest wet with dripping saliva.

pull her cover with the leash, Selene waited until Rosmarinus officinalis's breath was brace before forcing her to come back and stay sucking it. Holding her parted sassing a centimeter from the headland, Rosmarinus officinalis took her finale deep breath as the stratum of spittle on the toy dripped onto her boob. She didn't take the unit thing in her oral fissure, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying fresh layers. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her breasts with the riding crop, making the spiritualist anatomy bit red with faint welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of rosemary's sass and smacked her across the font, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her leash, she forced Rosmarinus officinalis onto her men and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad lady friend need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big cock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's whisker and pinched her nipples brutally hard.

"Yes kept woman, please punish me with that big putz !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her all body was shaking.

Spreading the sass of her kitty-cat, Selene forced the toy into Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping pussy, entering her without any pause or clemency. Working her fingers into Rosemary's mouth, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to move as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a focal ratio that showed no rawness ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. genus Selene's hurrying just continued to get, with her large firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated rosemary's pussy with the strap-on.

Her rima oris held overt by Selene's fingers, Rosemary looked around the room at the multitude watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the spark of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their peg from their energetic arousal. The pounding of her kitty with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and backbreaking ; it was like getting fucked by a stale machine. Just as beautiful as the belief were the dominative growls of genus Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how immobile Selene was moving, Rosemary wished she could reckon back and see her bouncing knocker.

Selene suddenly pulled out of rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to scavenge off the dildo with her tongue and cheeks. rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious kitty-cat juice off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to solve her own pussy. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her rachis and then sat down on her dog. Holding onto Rosmarinus officinalis's thighs, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with heaven-sent science, swinging her crushed consistency and pulverizing rosemary's snatch with the toy.

rosemary was whimpering and giving soft war cry of happiness as the voiceless arctic toy was driven into her. Her expression was blushing red from the joyous opinion of her consistency being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as a great deal input as potential. Rocking back and forth on the cold floor, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the pot of her bouncing breasts and wishing she could feel them and lick them.

Feeling the approach of her get-go sexual climax, rosemary licked her manus and rubbed her knocker, bathing in the kinky feeling and the unappeasable pounding of genus Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a second when she felt someone snatch her hands. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosemary's thighs. As her paw were pinned to the dry land above her head, Rosemary opened her eyes and looked up at mollie's face and her bowling egg white meat. Rosmarinus officinalis was desperate, longing to touch up and wrap her brim around the blond beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to suck in my tits ?"molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, please let me taste them !"

decision making to be merciful and indulge her lilliputian sex hard worker, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosemary's face. The former Archangel immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft flesh with her wet tongue and suck on her tit like a water feeding bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful thrusts, Selene retrieved her riding craw and began smacking Rosemary's tit especially hard, coming just short of causing bruise. From the masochistic feel of her hands being restrained and her titty being whipped and the pleasurable combining of the Brobdingnagian dildo pumping in and out of her puss and Molly's plentiful tits smothering her face, Rosemary was sent to the breakage point.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the former I, there was no jet of climactic juice spraying from between the sassing of her pussy. Instead, the succus from the orgasm suddenly flooded her mouth and pharynx as if they had been poured between her lips. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not find the source and the plus of Molly's breasts on her facial expression made her feel like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to take a breather, but molly kept her pinned down and forced her to drink it all. While rosemary was filled with fright and struggling to get air, the forcefulness of the two women and the panic of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the orgasm itself finally ended, the deep flood of pussy juices stopped running down her throat and Rosmarinus officinalis was able to pass off without problems. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her tongue across her lips and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the taste of her juice as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and mollie shifted position. With her knees on either side of meat of Rosemary's head, molly set herself down on the former garden angelica, smothering her face with her kitty-cat and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, Molly grasped Rosemary's ankle joint and pulled them back, completely putting her cunt and anus on video display. As she worked her natural language in and around the velvet sleeve of Molly's snatch, rosemary shivered as she felt helping hand tentatively brushing against her smooth bum end and her kitty-cat, and they weren't the handwriting of Selene and she was sure they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her snatch, he/she wet their finger with her juices and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. Rosemary was so horny that she was despairing to feel the finger's breadth get across her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

Rosemary gave a sudden and shrill hum of pleasure as she felt a sonant mouth going to work on her wet pussy, the stranger working their lips on the entrance and flexing their tongue inside, stimulating her button with expert skill. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the unknown insert their finger into her whoreson, working it back and Forth in the stringent wet wring, using her purulent juice as lubricant. As she tried to visualise out who it was, she felt another duad of helping hand squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her nipples, and the length of the nails and softness of the hands told her it was genus Selene. The sensation was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosmarinus officinalis was struggling to take a breather with molly's delectably soft wet snatch smothering her fount.

As the stranger worked their second finger into her cocksucker, Rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the fingers, a inhuman hardness on the back of her digit. It felt… metallic.

"overlord,"Rosmarinus officinalis lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her tongue from mollie's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claw, he had never really used his manpower very often during sex, so she never really got to roll in the hay them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the low alloy home base on the dorsum of his hands and fingerbreadth, and even though he had lost his long forked Demon tongue, his king of pleasure went well beyond simple physical contact.

After several moment of licking her kitty and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosmarinus officinalis looked up from under molly's pussy and graciously sucked his digit clean with a expression of adoration on her human face as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosemary laid her head back and Molly changed her position, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosemary's font with her firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this position, Molly was unable to arrest Rosemary's branch back, so Selene did it for her. With rosemary's leg spreadhead, Baltoh hefted his cock and guided it into her afford puss, do-or-die to feel a great quite a little within it.

rosemary moaned as she felt him enter her, stretching her kitty-cat with his headway and shaft. The superstar was much cardsharper than ever before, his shaft notion so immense and hot in her slender soundbox. The hefty projectile was so warmly inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first time, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a hammered wedge. Moving his whole torso fast that he would defeat a deadly woman or even an Angel, he began fucking her with deep herculean shoves. Rosemary couldn't assistance but screaming in happiness as he fucked her into stage of delight that surpassed her unfounded fantasies. He was slamming her pussy with his cock with the Lapp upper that a humming bird used with its fender to hover.

It was less than ten secondment before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was ready for the torrent of her kitty succus to fill her mouthpiece and throat. Knowing how to take a breather, she gluttonously drank her pussy juice, even while she continued to bat molly's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosemary took a deep breath of succour as Baltoh pulled out of her and Molly moved off her human face. She was allowed a minute of arc's reprieve before she was forced to continue, this clip with genus Selene straddling her nerve, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lips of genus Selene's pussy, Rosmarinus officinalis groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much unlike than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricant other than just corporal fluids. It was as if her anus or his stopcock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dispassionateness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the recondite corner of her anus. Without the mysterious lubrication, such fell pounding would be unacceptable to accomplish without injury. Rosemary was giving an perpetual shrill shrieking, brought from not only Baltoh's poke and the kinky erotism of Selene sitting on her facial expression, but Molly working her finger in Rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two times, rosemary was quickly brought to her third orgasm.

Not sure enough how long she was out, Rosmarinus officinalis briefly lost consciousness from her exhaustion, the bell of her orgasms, and the sore numbness in her downcast body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her manus and knees with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge rubber eraser toy lying mostly in her cunt. Rosmarinus officinalis suddenly gave a flash shrieking as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the first metre since she had sex with Baltoh in the Christian church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully crisp tactile sensation, it did bring binge to her eyes and do her wince.

As she raised her headspring, she felt a hired man roughly grab her chin and squeeze her impertinence. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a rocky expression on his face as he held his cock up, glistening with her corporeal fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her oral cavity to go down on it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and Forth River and blowing him, Selene and Molly both began moving in unison, genus Selene bucking her hips and forcing her strap-on into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her prick.

As they reached the perfect machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosmarinus officinalis's masochistic desired and grabbed her head, forcing his entire turncock into her lip. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a minuscule. Tears were streaming down her fount from her push gag inborn reflex and she was desperately trying to breathe, but she was on swarm 9 in terms of sexual ecstasy, being punished and violated while onlooker watched like the viewers of ancient Roman gladiator battles.

As metre went on, Rosemary slowly began to roll towards unconsciousness, and she could aver her sensation were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming Charles Dudley Warner and softer to the touch and she could no longer sense Molly's breasts against her rear or Selene's against her own. Opening her oculus, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three ways by Baltoh… or written matter of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty cock, one was beneath her, bucking his hip joint and pulverizing her bruised snatch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not feel alarmed by this strange happening, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her berm, Rosemary felt the clone behind her detention her up, so that two dyad of script could catch her own. Looking around in the quoin of her eyes, she saw two clones, one on either side of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her fingers around their erect cocks. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to give them proper mitt problem. With a vast cock in each helping hand, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the final in her pussy, her mind was completely overwhelmed by the delight she was feeling. She could not even describe the abyssal sensations rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to open her center as a kick of pleasure rushed through almost every square in of tegument. 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 out daub they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her feet, running their glossa across the sides of her bureau and face, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her dead body rubbing against the dead body of somebody else, Rosemary had the big orgasm of her life. Her oculus rolled back into her promontory and her totally body began to resonate. As her consistence was flooded with euphoric warmth, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the pressure of fire hosiery. cum overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and pussy, coalesce with the succus of her orgasm, as well as ran down her throat and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by heavyset lily-white streams coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to be active, so she just lay there as layer after layer of semen coated her body. Before yearn, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the thick white sperm. It was like she was a Au statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosmarinus officinalis was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the ruler of the Circle of lustfulness lying below her. Both of their bare bodies were glowing with a blue glory as she slowly stole Rosemary's soul. The illusion created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imagination. The spell was powered by her sexual chemical reaction to the illusion, with her foreplay accelerating the process.

As she drank in rosemary's soul and watched her in the illusion, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the ardent galaxy of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough power streaming from his steel to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a snow flurry of slashes to Tenebrous, but the Demon King blocked them all with his claymore of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to rescue his one percent attack in the second, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the ribs with ruinous power, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of planets, turning them into crumbling rings of fire and stone.

"devil Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the tattered planet cores faster than the fastness of lighting. Putting Lucifer's ultimate attack to shame, he fired a Joseph Black and red beam of vigour potent enough to obliterate a solar system.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole Barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or retard down.

At the sound of his part, a lake-sized swirl appeared in front of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the void between dimensions where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the screaming blast, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final satellite in the tiny sack of space. With rubble and terrified monsters flying around them, the two fighters began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made lightheaded atom look like snails.

"demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the clip of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed major planet, a powerful arm with pulsing muscles and black scales stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine superpower so that Baltoh couldn't just break disengage of it without attempt. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his pectus. tenebrific smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up bloodline, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the sparkle around it, Baltoh's coat began to twiddle and expatiate with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearing as his body seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulating ness took form into a barrel-sized black hole, as strong and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to consume light itself, the black kettle of fish grabbed tenebrous with its invisible chela and slammed him into it like a bear hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in thwarting at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to turn his head enough to see Baltoh respective zillion of sea mile away with his helping hand raised.

"Celestial Art : Terrestrial calamity !"

With a snarling roar, a burst of twisting fire and stone appeared above his head, taking form into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and big as a continent. Layers of basics appeared around the sphere, securing it tightly in unnumerable bed until the heat could not be sensed on the aerofoil. With a blue aura, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as oceans crashed on its airfoil upon their birth. Rising up from the grunge, towering Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree took theme, looking for sunlight. The whole creation had taken only a handful of instant to fill in and was almost a perfect ecologic eq to Earth.

His aspect contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to whelm the gravitative pull of the black maw. Sending pulses of swooning across the universe, the planet slammed into Tenebrous dead on, crushing him with its weight and the top executive of the black hole as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the black muddle and was pulled into the shadow, waiting for Tenebrous to attain his move.

The reply came with a booming laugh and a black supernova of shadow fire, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the black hole and destroying them both. The dark Hellfire surged across the solar system, obliterating the destroyed planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffectual to even hail near him. In the center of the gyrating downpour of hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as aloud as possible in joy at the engagement. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the internal ear of stomachs and tracts of Baal, dodging the stiletto heel of build and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and harbor them down for digestion. They had already passed through lots of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach acid. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could facilitate, their efforts would seduce no divergence, and without Baltoh to make lawsuit of armour and release them into Crusaders, it would only slow them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to deliver souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the one-third time we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to figure out the anatomy of this creature and find the esophagus so that we will have a flat shot to the oral fissure, but I don't think it's that dewy-eyed. None of these abdomen seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to bring home the bacon only space for the damned and allow for the easy front of those parasites. I think damned souls are deposited here some other way, possibly through transit hidden within the sheep pen of these rampart, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a closed circuit, but what if he tried to affect through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A monster like this must have colossal blood vessels, right ? Possibly large enough for us to travel through ? If we can oversee to burn through a wall of these intestines and break into an arterial blood vessel, then we can use it to get to the spirit. Once there, we destroy the Hammond organ and hopefully weaken this monster enough to earn our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some kind of mucus tissue layer or spell, these bulwark are completely protected from physical and energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to withdraw that roadblock if we stress the tissue paper behind it. I have an idea."They came to a full stop at an intersection with a ventilation shaft-sized arteria in the ceiling and Selene drew a racy lens in the air."Celestial Art : crystallization Ice Ray !"

The released light beam of spark sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its sizing every second. genus Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to meet the bedroom with a growing iceberg. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passageways, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the interior paries began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the shape, it still reacts to weight and shock, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the cold kickoff seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the pulp around the perimeter of the ice began to well up and bruise as the weight cut off circulation through the capillaries, wearing down the protective tissue layer and allowing for the frigid common cold to get to work. With its frigid con game, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to assault. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a exclusive golf stroke, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of origin poured down into the chamber, but knowing that the wound could close and heal itself at any 2d, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their qualm, they crawled through the river of Demon blood, working their way through Baal's trunk. Going against the electric current, they crawled for what felt like hour through the artery. After an unknown total of fourth dimension, the steady flow of the blood became a pulsation rush, slamming into them with all the power of a flash photoflood and forcing them back. Even with their strength, they could not fight the powerful measure of the nearby inwardness and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the dresser cavity, Selene and Michael raised their power stratum to incinerate off the blood and then turned around, facing the ticker of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the sizing of a warehouse and had a much different design than a human's or even most animals ’. It had veins reaching out almost randomly across its surface to hand out blood through the body and well over a twelve chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the rampart of Baal's breadbasket. Would you care to do the laurels ?"

With a smile, Michael drew his flaming sword."It would be my pleasure."

saltation like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downwardly gash of his sword, carving through the thickset muscle without too much trouble and causing a flood of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the total sleeping accommodation and forcing genus Selene to take to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now recover our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep voice 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 mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways virgule across the nitty-gritty out of spite. This only drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a Demon as teeth to a creature that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any sentence, I could have killed you without any problem, but you proved to be very matter to. But now the show is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most delicious,"he cackled as a spit reached out and licked the fat mouth that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"Selene laughed."The solitary thing that kept Baltoh from killing you hell Princes was your ability to dodge his craze blast. The fact that you still live agency you either you have an army of Masters of Torture and Titans guarding you or you're just so tumid that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pitiful, you lived for over 40,000 years in fear of his shadow."

"Know your place, young lady. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to disappear in tummy. The lonesome reason why you were able to climb into my artery is because I let you out of interest ! There is zero you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I win where Baltoh failed,"genus Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a thunder joke. Like a bull lowering its trumpet, Selene pointed the tips of her swimming metal wings at Baal's mouth. The miniskirt solar system above her head that had replaced her halo moved between the wings, with the tiny major 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 skepticism as the sun's luminousness grew in intensity.



Shining as brightly as a star, a lingua of molten Au and flatware shot up from the profoundness of the volcano, taking shape and solidifying. A unholy skeletal frame of pure sterling Hellsilver took grade with recollective claw extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like saddle horn reaching up from the grinning human-like boldness. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscular tissue and clothes of the underworld Prince, while the face remained without flesh. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming laugh, terrifying molly and Gabriel. He then raised his hand and a gang of fire surged up from the mountains around junkyard, like the hellfire fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any chance of being able-bodied to scat ?"mollie asked.

"Not a probability. I doubt even our go will let us wear through that roadblock, so our entirely hope is to oppose him and hope for the best,"the garden angelica replied.

"All of us combined barely put a ding in Leviathan, what the perdition can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the mogul of the Prince of Greed weighed down on her like a heavy backpack.

"Well then all we can do is try and hold up long enough for aid to come ! observe 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 fourth dimension to hedge. Knowing that there was goose egg they could do to change the position, the fighter resolved to just buy as much time as they could and try to survive.

"angel Art : spear of fate !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"mollie called, launching a colossal light beam of blue electricity. Being like ant fighting an elephant in term of size and intensity, their spells had footling affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a sting lesion on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can stamp out me with such miserable flak ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a blast of crimson fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armour to warp and unfreeze from the proximity to the flak. His whole rightfield side badly burned and his flank incinerated, Gabriel was unable to continue in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor eradication !"molly shouted in thwarting, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of Au from the junkyard below, molly took aim at mammon and fired, causing the fleshy projectile to inject forward fast enough to break the sound barrier and cause a sonic boom. The engine block of atomic number 79 slammed Mammon in the dresser, nearly causing him to return back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him wail in pain in the ass. This was the chance of a life !

"Celestial Art : carving sirocco !"she cast, hoping that the attack would lessen Mammon's power.

With each grain impacting with plenty lastingness to drive through a cooler, molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his rut and big businessman like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the sand and feeling it seal his power back into his body, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to back off and stood back up in the mouth of the volcano. Snarling in vexation, Mammon opened his oral fissure and fired a glob of liquid Hellsteel, hitting Molly absolutely on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to free herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace molly, after summoning four hope Beacons to hike up his strength even further."Let's see how you like fighting flack with fire : Angel Art : Burning Moon Slice !"he bellowed with a twister of holy place flames surging from his raised sword.

As his elevation increased, the tempest of fire grew in size and loudness, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the Hellfire that was still burning. He swung his blade in circles, further spinning the fire as he tried to get the blast 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 massive crescent blade, the size of a sport stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the blast with his handwriting, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more long suit than he had expected. Struggling to struggle the mightiness of the blade, he released a muscular snarl to countervail the shaking of his body. Knowing that this was his one chance to visit some leaden damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed mammon's hand with all of his enduringness, turning it into a dual plan of attack that overpowered mammon. The hell Prince roared in agony as the good time cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a huge cut across his thorax that managed to break through his robes and muscular tissue of gold and gap through five silver ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their windowpane of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing sea !"molly beckoned from high in the sky.

Mammon had just plenty fourth dimension to wait up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara and the Queen Victoria poured down onto his molten ore eubstance and his vent, causing more than steam and smoke to spew up than the volcano of Hawaii in a year. He howled in infliction as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The deluge of saltwater coursed down the side of meat of the vent, flooding the fort before washing across the geographical mile of detritus piles like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The piece soon ended and mollie landed on the flat coat beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking fragment of gold and silver grey that poured down the position of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had respective large cracks running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thickheaded syrupy blood.

molly had a heavy grinning on her face at the attainment."We did it, we defeated a Hell Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained skeptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an threatening jape echoed from the volcano.

Just like the starting time time, a giant deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the vent, taking Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe into a pinched robot with muscleman and flesh of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat me with such a pitiful blast ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of unanimous gold around his volcano.

"tinker's dam it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to recover our energy or flee."

Molly stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."time lag, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"have you noticed ? He's smaller than before and splattering atomic number 79 with each movement. Before, he was prominent and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every flack we had meant nil to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is dissimilar ?"

"The volcano, that's the source of his power ! That fiend we've been fighting is basically a holograph being projected by the mountain ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! Look, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from damage !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the volcano, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these young lady right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"Right, there is no point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of might. None of our long distance magic spell are strong enough to break through that shield, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and kill us."

molly just grinned and spread her backstage before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her face, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the illumination solar system revolving above her promontory moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raphael sprinted up the outer staircase running up the telephone exchange column. His armor kept him mostly protected from the luxuria Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fire up a chimney shaft and with his extension retracted, the wind and piddle of the furious gale storm above the palace was not unattackable enough to lift him off his human foot, though the huge bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging eruption that made each step several prison term more unmanageable. Like the respite of the castle, the tower between each window was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freezing lead and water battered their consistency. Raffaello Sanzio ran yesteryear and even stepped on more unsaved souls than he could enumerate, men begging him for help and women offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his admirer was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only slacken him down.

Down below him, the rampart and other construction surrounding the main towers of the palace were piles of burning dust, with Demon body component scattered everyone and blood splattered across every surface. While their identification number had been cracking and their coalesce power was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just take them on one at a time. While it was a slow process and the uncertainty of his ally's destiny made it difficult, he survived with minuscule scathe or energy exit.

Without warning, a prospicient black tail broke through the ceiling and smashed through the stairway, opening it up to the storm. Raphael looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his level despite the lead and rain. The Gargoyle released a loud shriek and reached out with one of its taloned hands, nearly slamming Raphael into the paries. As a spate of Lust Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with violet light, Raphael gave a deafening roaring and jump off off the demolish stairway, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The brute grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its body. Refusing to back down, Raphael hacked off the animate being's script, freeing himself from its grip and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flame slice to the beast's neck opening, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to fall, Raphael pointed his hired hand back at the tower and launched a prayer beads chain, using it like a grappling hook to grab onto one of the human pillars holding up the ceiling of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to catch his breathing space, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too tardy to save rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a group of fiend on the stairwell, raping a few damned souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and break discharge from the castle structure. Without slowing down, Raffaello Santi beheaded the beasts with four flying diagonal and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet train and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raffaello Sanzio smashed through the rampart of Asmodeus'chamber, flooding it with the dim luminousness from alfresco. The ruler of the forget me drug of Lust was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon rosemary's naked nonmoving physical structure on the trading floor in the nerve center of the room.

"rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one knee, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of black smoke and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his top dog to the audio of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside rosemary, nudging her consistence with her foot.

"You bitch, what the hellhole have you done ? ! Why do you reckon like Rosemary ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her individual. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the lap of lust. I simply fell in lovemaking with this lady friend's body and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breathing time from Raffaello Sanzio's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall suffer a fate worse than the most pitiful souls in this world !"

Asmodeus'brass transformed, her cheeks splitting open to reveal long needle-like dentition, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of clenched fist, and her long black hair writhing like serpent. Clapping her hands together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his altogether torso jerk and causing his sword to precipitate out of his hands. He tumbled to the undercoat, ineffective to actuate as the power of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a hair-raising drug.

"Did you really think you could face someone like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly Archangel could never dream of having a fortune against a ruler of netherworld !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : elementary bail bond !"Rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four vault of heaven of push, each having consumed her member, suddenly pulled on her branch. Her remaining foot locked in a sphere of water, her right-hand foot in a firmament of stone, her right hand burning in a fire orb, and her left mitt trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of lightning of crackling electricity stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the primer coat, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked dead body, encourage securing her. firm than steel and imbued with the mightiness to drain energy, it sealed her in station so that not even her midsection could move.

"How ? ! How is it potential ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to bring out free of her prison.

"simpleton, you stole ONE of my somebody. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an archangel, I was created through the optical fusion of an army of saint psyche instead of given life by Wahvey. True, you managed to steal a bit 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 fancy !"

"No, I just infused that someone with my energy so that you would think it was my true spirit. I used it as a decoy to keep you from noticing my other hard drink. And the phantasy ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never brush off a chance for some kinky fun,"Rosemary said, wishing that there were more than people around to see her attainment. Alas, the only one there to catch was the astonished Raphael, staring at her with wide eyes."And don't even bother trying to break unloose of those spells, because while you were failing to analyse me, I closely examined you. Your strong suit doesn't come from sheer destructive baron like the former inferno Princes. Instead, you force your opposition into submission with mind-bending illusions. However, after all the time I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your powers and developed a genial unsusceptibility. In truth, you are weak than the Masters of Torture in full term of raw power, but your illusions are warm enough to subdue the other infernal region Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hell Prince, I will still lead you out with my most powerful spell to make sure that you don't survive. Raphael, I suggest you move,"she said as her armour appeared.

The illusional paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his sword and got to his understructure, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her wings as her with her miniature solar system gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raffaello Santi thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized planets between her wings began to revolve around the sun at tremendous speeds.

"It was an incomplete technique, but one that is more powerful than any Archangel or daimon spell…"molly said as an ambiance of energy formed around her own cosmic aura, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his lovers and truehearted followers. It is his gift, the power to shape doom itself,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as the castle began to shake from the insurmountable might radiating from her body as she charged the blast. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the women were doing and what the consequence 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 a great deal for you to interpose ! Not even the blaze Princes can fend up to our allegiance and posture !"sll three women shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beams were released, each giving off as practically power as an atomic detonation upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the true superpower, Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's interior like a blowtorch through snow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouthpiece. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of light expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant light upon the surrounding mountain ranges.

With a hole blasted open and Baal in too a good deal agony to discontinue them, she grabbed Michael's hand and turned around. With her back to the shaft, she fired again, this sentence into the depths of the Hell Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the major power she had held back with the 1st blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the recoil of the blast and shot out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant star scaly wad that was the Demon.

Baal had the organic structure of a morbidly obese stegosaurus with demonic device characteristic. His stumpy atrophied pegleg were armed with foresighted claws, his headspring had no scent and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened detritus that the wind had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a jumpy ridge that had existed since the parentage of the mountains around him.

They looked back just in clip to see the integral hell on earth Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud declamatory enough to annihilate the entirety of Commonwealth of Australia. The flaming burble hurled origin and guts in all directions like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell 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 international mile with Michael hanging on for earnest life and trying not to be blinded by the glorious light.



With Molly, her fire's sizing multiplied every irregular, gaining the diam of a lake after just a hundred pes. Raising his hired hand and clapping them together, mammon formed the apocalypse Eruption and desperately launching it to countermine the blast. The two beams collided like jets of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hell and causing the entire junkyard to instantly turn out into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of Mammon's military capability, the Apocalypse Eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute Cataclysm eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the nether region Prince, the beam's radius alone was peachy than the stature of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery muckle, shattering it like glass and obliterating the ore phantom. As the molten Stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a final examination scream of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding light washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her flesh and destroying the wall behind her. out of doors, every damned soul and demonic entity looked up and gasped as the gamey point of the pillar exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a atomic number 10 ray, as hefty as a solar flare. Growing like a gas attack, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every rope, the black and red clouds and the burning sky were blocked out by a brainy colorful lighting show, like the dawn Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the cleaning woman stopped to catch their breath. Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three garden angelica, the same snow flurry of amazement, awe, and overplus filled their minds as they realized just how much firm Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hades, they were all thinking the Sami thing.

"holy bullshit, you just killed a inferno Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go get Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galax in full-of-the-moon view, a vena portae opened up in the space of Hell and the Archangels and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of Torture on how to gather memory access to Tenebrous'domain. The first thing they felt was extreme difficulty in breathing. Even while the blank space of Hell was not a vacuum like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suit of clothes provided their own air supply, there was more energy in the environs than the outturn of a billion Sunday across their life. Selene and the others had to raise their power levels just to go along from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the crimson galaxy, they all gasped at the vista taking place before them, for even on a galactic scale, the ripples from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were inconceivable to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmos, crashing into a hellfire sensation with enough strength to criticise it off its orbital position and sending about a fifth of the flaming spraying off like body of water from a spatter. 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 incarnation roared. Holding more substantial than a solar arrangement, a deluge of pee appeared before him, large enough to drown several dozen satellite. The deluge caught the hellfire star and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor meteor exhibitioner !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the entire inundation to freeze solidness in a second. He then pulled his mitt apart, making it all shatter into one C of trillions of javelins, all gruelling than Hellsteel and imbued with divine superpower. Swinging his arms, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the swiftness of light.

"demon Art : erratic Demon glasshouse !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the side, almost making it look like the spherical caput of a gargantuan colossus. Forming on its glowing red eyes and clenched jagged tooth, 1000000000000 of monster were brought to life, their consistence forming from the detritus of the blacken planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the satellite surface, killing every single one of them in less than a minute. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty machine gunman carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to curb the satellite in place, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the immense distance. Before the Demon business leader could retaliate or defend himself. Baltoh slashed him across the book binding, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge gash in his vertebral column. But even with his steel of black muddle thing drawing in issue and light, Tenebrous'consistence was so dense that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a fastball through ice, causing continent-sized bit to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control and equaliser and raised his sword."ogre Art : stemma pelting !"

A starry sky of red igniter appeared behind him, and from his lights shaft of light of Energy Department were fired with the force of Lucifer's Apocalypse bam. Baltoh swerved through infinite, dodging each flack like a biker going down the freeway in the amiss direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his blade, activating his swords power and absorbing the gust into a thick nuclear membrane that coated the vane.

From outside of the extragalactic nebula, everyone watched the fight with awe and utter mental rejection, staring at the chain of global irruption that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a scale that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the enactment of toddlers compared to a super-genius. The index that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the lives of the Hell Princes like pismire under a steamroller. Selene was the most astonish, unable to consider that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two champion locked blade with free flame streaming from the Demon King's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial embodiment's. With unparalleled speed, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his warmness with the Stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a taste of blood and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his shadower then proceeding to dig him over and over again like a sewing machine moving at the speed of visible radiation. The Hellfire sword pierced his body respective thousand times, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with churchman healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing tum, sending him rocketing across the world before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested satellite. The impact was powerful enough to send cranny across the surface of the dark world, easily visible from outside its domain. Charging towards him like a Bull, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horns, shattering the satellite as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to mend his harm and find his strength. He had used up about half of his superpower so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely new. If he were to have any chance of slaying the daimon King, he would take to get out the big guns and stop trying to tire out him down.

In the quoin of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his position, Baltoh gave a bellowing that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA soulfulness !"

From his body, the light of a grand Sunday shined as an unfathomable tidal moving ridge of fire surged out in tall commission. Tenebrous shielded his centre, blinded by the Light Within just a carve up moment before he was caught in the spinning undulation. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute Cataclysm to disgrace, the supernova reached out in all directions and lit up the ruby Galax urceolata with its nuclear flaming, burning 100 of clock time brighter than any lifelike star death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in shadow zip for shelter, using his own power to retain from being burned to a crisp in the atomic fire. Suddenly, the fire around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able-bodied to search up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his handwriting was a full-sized wizard, compressed into a record.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his blade, using it to block the flattened star that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal waving of blast stretched across place, the saw blade of compressed nuclear plosion pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the extragalactic nebula like a bug splattered on the windshield of a motortruck, Tenebrous didn't even notice Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened star in his hand.

Baltoh threw the saucer, this time vertically. tenebrific looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin blade of nuclear flack flying towards him, but was unable to stop it from slamming into his back. The excruciation of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to pick apart his sword aside and crash into his stomach. The two grinding steel continued to spin with tenebrious held between them, howling in excruciating infliction. Seeing his chance, Baltoh pounced on the fiend King, knowing that this was his chance to end the engagement. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evil grin."Just kidding. Demon Art : universal joint Extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened Dominicus. In an eruption that was darker than a disastrous trap, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all management, like the shadow equivalence of the supernova enchantment that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his mantle for protection.

Teleporting to the other incline of the Galax urceolata, 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 halt or dodge any flak. Their swords were moving like the steel of a food processor as they basically hacked away at each former, sending blood and gore flying.

Acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his ribbon and Tenebrous was forced back by an unseeable shockwave."celestial Art : Sound Shatter !"

Roaring like an animal, he gave off a phone wave that was flash than anything else in the history of the world and went across every frequency. The pulsation traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'galax like a ripple through a pond after the splash of a magnanimous stone. Every satellite and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic point, with the vibrations having shaken the bonds to the peak of breaking. tenebrous covered his ears and howled in pain as his cells threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; lightlessness jam Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his head, he formed a mountain-sized black hollow with altered abilities, negating its gravitational drag. Baltoh closed his handwriting into fist, causing the whole black yap to break apart like with the battle against Prince of Darkness. Shoving the air, he launched the black wits at the demon world-beater as the spell suggested, each hummer weighing more than an intact lead and flying at well past the stop number of light, The stream of bullet train rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with incomprehensible index, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could stand up to the marble'weight and great power as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his body broken and battered, he still had more than enough power to cast a spell."Demon Art : Joseph Black train of thought Hex !"

crackling like dash of lightning, a net of millions of black corduroys with harpoon-like barbed vane at the end stretched from his motor horn towards Baltoh. The Celestial Avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would hold Tenebrous a huge reward. He teleported behind one of the monster universe and watched to see what would happen. The violent storm of bladed cords struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. glob of I. F. Stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cords'depth, until finally shattering like a frail vino crank in person's hefty grip.

‘ damn it, I'm running out of power, it's time to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the cords with an invisible slice of power. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his business leader for one of his ultimate fire."Celestial Art : da Gamma Ray fusillade !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so much as a lead, lighting up the cosmea. A spinning field of fire and gas stretched out from the center like a whirlpool, and from the middle on either side of meat of the gargantuan burning coin, a beam of light of silver and reddish blue vim was launched. Everyone watching the fight gasped as a personal line of credit of lighting arched across the Galax urceolata, one end surging flat towards Tenebrous with sufficiency power to make the Resolute tragedy look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injuries Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sphere of lightlessness and red energy."Demon Art : apocalypse Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming end ray.

The two unstoppable forces collided in a ruinous burst of light and Energy so powerful that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to depend away to keep their eyes from melting from the blinding light, which surpassed all former forces in the universe. This was god-level fighting at its peak ! The brightness finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposition sides of the beetleweed, the early gasping for air while the latter showed no planetary house of fatigue. Even over such a immense distance, they could both see and get word each early so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"soul looks tired, want me slow down so you can take a break ?"tenebrific taunted.

‘ tinker's damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the owner of the Throne of underworld, as long as he is in Hell itself, his power is limitless. Trying to fag out 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 rest awake. Let's coating this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop of business leader he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized hotshot, all at critical mass and on end's door.

"You can't win !"Tenebrous laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand demon heads materialized, all looking like the heading of Lucifer with charging Apocalypse blast between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the entire universe of infernal region !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jump back to land !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barriers between the universes so that no one could infix them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'attacks approached their maximum level of power.

"RUN !"

genus Selene turned away from the coltsfoot and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed boost magic spell, everyone shot through the empty blank space as fasting as potential, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as reality would appropriate. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingers, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a irregular, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest box of quad, so far away that Tenebrous'coltsfoot looked like just a red star. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would happen. Back in the crimson Galax urceolata, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were ineffective to say goodbye to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any shape or form !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no need to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

tooshie Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disks of fervor and gas while launching their da Gamma ray fusillade. Behind tenebrific, all the Lucifer caput opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse eructation. In the very snapper of the galaxy, the blast met. From the corner of space, everyone became breathless as a bright light could be seen shining from the red extragalactic nebula in the distance. It was not only shining, but… growing, like an underwater explosion. Moving faster than the laws of physics would let, the lightness surged across place in all focal point like a universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the light reached their stead and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in distance, unsure whether he was alive or bushed. His clothes were shredded, pedigree oozed from wounds that covered to the highest degree of his body, and his locoweed were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few sparks of energy.

Baltoh opened his center, though that feat alone was like a human picking up a mountain. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The crimson extragalactic nebula was gone, reduced to a misty stew of melted particles. There wasn't a single intact mote in the entire galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw vigor.

Without warning, a brand of condensed hellfire pierced his chest from behind, driving straight through his sum. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a individual injury and at full phase of the moon strength. Baltoh stared at the blade with his whole soundbox trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it have no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to point him at the former snapper of the galax, where his black throne still hovered, undamaged except for a orotund crack across the back."Behold, the literal Throne of Hell ! As long as I am here, my world power aren't just divine, they are limitless ! Even with all your intensity level, you can not face all the power of this universe on your own ! No subject how hard you fight, as long as you are in hell on earth, you are child's playing period to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the swarthiness ! Evil has no helplessness !

The almighty Baltoh, the Celestial incarnation, helpless and unaccented ! 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, ineffectual to foregather any strength with the monster Martin Luther King's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of darkness get-up-and-go from his own palm and sent it across space at pep pill that dwarfed brightness itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's friends, the quip in Tenebrous'throne began to stretch out and extend. In the corner of space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across the pits. Unbeknownst to everyone, more crack cocaine began to come along in his stool and small glossa of red region began to flick out.

bringing them to the panorama, Tenebrous released genus Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. Tears ran down the women's faces as they saw the lost state he was in.

"Look upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever remember that is the mightiness of darkness that ruler over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more cracks began to appear in his toilet. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at Selene."You will be the foremost to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, and the Archangels quickly got between them with their weapons drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at least slacken him down, but the Demon B. B. King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire sword. Reaching genus Selene, he raised the blade above his head, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the stool of underworld suddenly shattered. tenebrific brought down his brand towards Selene, but the fiery sword disappeared before it could contact 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 pot of snake pit. The opprobrious throne of human and Demon bones was gone, the ominous Department of the Interior having broken away to reveal a throne of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even stool her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smile on his nerve. tenebrific looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the true Throne of Hell, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That black shell that coated it before, you used that to use the crapper of the pits and keep it in your controller so that it would generate you power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wound in his chest.

"The commode have testament of their own and their world were formed with a use : Heaven to pay back the virginal, Cinereo to maintain the equalizer, and perdition to punish the sinners. Tenebrous took the Throne of Hell and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the seal of approval broken and Hell freed from his evil command. After all, how could the station that punishes sinner be ruled by a daemon ?"

"So you're saying that the Throne of netherworld has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the seal of approval broken, it will no longer offer him power. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A igneous aureole instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his injury."You could say that perdition and I are under commodity terminus with each other,"he said as a sphere of vim appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a prevaricator and a ogre, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal impression ; it is the decree of hell ! Hell and I fight side by face, Hell is my ally, and we exist for the Lapp grounds : to bump off evil ! You have corrupted and abused this kingdom for far too yearn, and it is time for you to pay the price ! In the figure of Hell, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of get-up-and-go growing in great power and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be better if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his Friend out of impairment's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrious stammered as he looked at the firmament of magnate in Baltoh's bridge player and the light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most powerful and dangerous trance ; Celestial secretiveness. The tycoon in which to remove a quad completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what prospect to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the Demon roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade play spell.

"You can not turn tail from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his mind, he had the orb swerve through the air and strike the onetime Demon King in the chest.

Upon tangency with Tenebrous, a ball-shaped perimeter with a radius of five miles radiated from the go, severing that space from reality. The sphere quickly began to quail, compressing all the matter within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just make a vacuum ; it left a goggle trap in the universe and the cloth of space and fourth dimension. Tenebrous gave one final exam roar of holy terror as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the matter trapped within it. Defying the practice of law of natural philosophy, it continued to shrink, crushing all the matter beyond the point of black golf hole material and shrinking until it was smaller than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and body, Baltoh turned to the flaming throne and sat down. The tongues of attack brushed against his skin and clothes like the fur of an creature, causing no harm. They barely even felt real. Sitting in the toilet of Hell, he took a deep breath and thought back through his unanimous adventure. It was done, there was still work to be done in blaze, sinless souls to save, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery realm had been defeated and the race of Demons would soon be extinct. The quick past barely meant anything, what was authoritative was the foresighted term. Would he submit the potty of infernal region and govern both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even predominate them both ? Would he render to earth with genus Selene ? Was it possible to truly find peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could somebody who had fought for tenner of one thousand of years and reached the levels of a god truly put away his sword and contain fighting ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a Edward Douglas White Jr. courting, had a distich of wings with sterling silver feathers, and his halo was in the mannikin of a tip of illumination. His hair was bloodless and combed back and he had a short whiskers and his complexion was a ignite tan, as he was of Middle Eastern line. He was walking casually on the abandon distance as if he was taking a perambulation through the park and came to a stop beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"YHWH, one of the earliest Angel and the ruler of paradise. To what do I owe the joy ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to waitress until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to tread in when he attempted to drink down Selene, but I stopped when I saw the stool of Hell beginning to release itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the Devil has been defeated and the throne of Hell sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every right to be angry with me. It was because of my rule that your original man individual were sent to Hell in the first of all place. It is because of me that zep have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should detest me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more my shift than anyone else's."

"A lot of good that does. You meddled with the worldly concern of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let state of war and religion burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the commode with his tented fingers in front end of his face.

"That is genuine. I pulled away from the globe because I realized the passel I had made and wanted living organism to be able-bodied to shape their own aliveness. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to predominate over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to go far and land balance so that the war between light and darkness could come to an end. Imagine my surprisal when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the Sami icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to stick wild at me ? I sent genus Selene and Molly to let you roll in the hay 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 stop in the past ?"He asked.

"You really bear spent too a great deal metre ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how clock time moves here. past tense, nowadays, and futurity ; they mean zippo and everything down here in the nether region. I am who I am because of my hatred and the botheration 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 face Jehovah.

"I guess it's too practically to ask for mortal born from hatred to publish their hatred. Very well, keep your grievance ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my head about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the can of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of detritus and melted quark that were hovering in the zero gravitation."This all started because of too much preventive in some post and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to maintain decree, so to take up, I think I'll apply ordering. That's all you need to know old man."

"good story, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Jehovah mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the underworld do you need from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still demand to turn up. It is prison term for you to come to damage with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three realms, too practically ira and violence. You were born because of hatred the world and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to institute order and Libra, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can live with all this hatred, or if the letup in conflict will stir the wildcat and cause it to consume you and bend you into darkness, just as it has to so many others. You have the power of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a Throne is taken by someone with the untimely ambitions.

You've gone through a great alteration, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your baron comes from. It's time to transfer who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the toilet of Hell with his nerve in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw genus Selene and the others approaching with their armor gone. He got to his feet and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The lachrymose beauty crashed against him like a moving ridge, hugging him with all her strength. Her words were impossible 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 tone of her slick hair's-breadth. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh bend and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her font buried in the side of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my dear sweet Rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laughter.

Rosemary finally let ago, letting Molly show her forethought. Like genus Selene and rosemary, 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 unacceptable. Michael was the lastly to pride him, and he did it with the warmest smile he had ever worn."You were once my sworn enemy, but you are now my greatest friend and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's oddity."Michael, of all the garden angelica, you have always been the one with the strongest will to slay evil and enforce justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of infernal region to you, so that you may rule this kingdom and urinate sure that evilness is never allowed to grow again. I trust you to make blaze what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to pass out. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a soft kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an passing for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a second had passed on Earth since their departure, and ground was still in a frenzy as citizenry tried to figure out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ People of Earth, find out my spokesperson,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the voice communication of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the Earth as people looked at each early and simultaneously asked,"did you hear that ?"

‘ My name is Baltoh, and I am the god and ruler of this population. I am speaking to you now so that you may jazz what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the service of the military unit of promised land, I have slain the the Tempter and his kingdom now lies in ruination. A heavy modification has arrived and the power of wickedness has been brought to its gloomy decimal point since its birthing. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the ardor of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this creation of the evil that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to punish the sinner and Heaven to pay back the virtuous, I will reshape this existence so that all good people can live in ataraxis and happiness. I will end the depravation, the wars, the greed, and the suffering, and all I ask in return is your good will towards the citizenry around you. I ask for no worship, no extolment, only a pure heart and just deeds. If you can redeem yourselves and purge your souls of evil, then this human race can finally become a utopia.

No affair what religious belief you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any other, you are equal in my eyes and have the same opportunities and obstacle to get yourselves on the rightfulness path. Your faith means zero to me, only your deeds and your resolve to attain this man a better topographic point for everyone will prescribe your topographic point in the next world. This transfiguration will be hard and there will be rebellions fueled by greed and evil, but together, we can hold this humankind into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this clock time, the greatest chance of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the crimes of the past, we can finally revel the present instead of enduring it, and we can know that the future will be even big. This is our fortune to cleanse this mankind and reacquire the true will to know and desire to do skillful. The clip of pain in the neck and hatred is over, the time of jurist has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal followers."Let's rest and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburban area of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sun and fresh air. Behind him was a blue-painted sign with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an senior distich with chocolate-shade skin were holding paw and with feeling of apprehensiveness on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the sofa with her parents and hugged them. Several minutes later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her body shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, molly was having a similar conversation with her kin, while Rosmarinus officinalis was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they take it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful smiling."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to kick in you your privacy."

"It was hard convincing them what I had said was true up, even after everything that had happened. I had to disclose my armor, wings, and supernal halo for them to fully consider 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 chortle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even sure enough how to excuse you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two other charwoman,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two adult female. I wanted to introduce you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the pavement, they were too terrified to move. Are Molly and Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her caput on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and Rosemary is having bother announcing my new commandments to the world. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sort of spiritual or spiritual belief on people and to only implement demand for thoroughly deeds and adept behavior, but much of the world is still rebelling. I might have to put on a true video display of business leader before they finally accept my rules and give up their selfish sins."

"Well if there is anyone who can purge the world of its wickedness, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her weapon system around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few nice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

Disappearing off the face of the Earth, the two buff rematerialized in the very center of the universe of discourse, in a bright nebula of all colors cascading together with billions of stars glistening in the background signal. cloud of hued gas as vauntingly as solar organisation wafted past them like knife of flame, more beautiful than a human psyche could comprehend. Baltoh and Selene were naked, genus Selene without her liquid metal flank and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each early in the meat of the universe, and while there was no air or lovingness in the vacancy of quad, 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, ineffectual to utter without air to carry the sound.

‘ The rocker of everything. It is from this detail, billion of years ago, that the universe of discourse was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into existence and Heaven and Hell later budded off from it like cells. We are in the very heart of all existence, what better place to make do it ?'

Baltoh began to snog her cervix, with each touch his lips against her skin sending waves of pleasure through her body, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to believe through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his brain and gave a warm smile. ‘ Not nearly as much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their mouth swirled together ilk oil and water, they reached out with their tongues and let them twine around each other and probe the interior of each early's rima oris. Even though he had lost all of his devil characteristics, Baltoh was able to change his strong-arm grade to make his lingua as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her smooth wooden leg and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the superstar in the universe positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, genus Selene released a silent howler of mental euphoria as Baltoh's vigour flooded her trunk, letting her glimpse into the power 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 humble atoms to the largest coltsfoot, all with compeer clearness. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indefinable notion to slow to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't tax return to the spirit she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his finger's breadth against the side of her face, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. Calm yourself and corporate trust in me. I will give you everything you desire and more.'

With their sass interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every panorama of her creation with the aura of divinity, allowing her to glance into his level of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the intensity of the tactile sensation but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another wide coup d'oeil into his mankind and making her brain cry out as it struggled to encounter a way to describe the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a slow, steady rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in space, their lips having yet to fully divide from their kiss. As it went on, genus Selene could sense her mind getting used to the god-like flavor and became mostly resistant to it, regaining her pull in senses. As Baltoh's energy surged through genus Selene like a parentage transfusion, they both began to radiate with their torso intertwined from their energies 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 power flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in footing of index, moving to the Same level of existence.

Casting aside their business leader and living slope by side in the same storey, they shed the smell of the energy entrance and exiting their bodies. In the neo distance, they felt only each former's physical forms, just like the starting time time they made love. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate genus Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect speeding and touching all the rightfulness places. genus Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his dorsum as he drove her angry with his oceanic abyss thrusts, not needing any of his tycoon to excite or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the feeling of Baltoh's prick being forced into her hourglass soma. Again she tried to determine row to key out how soundly it felt to cause him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her judgement and grant her a view of the realm of the Maker, the variance between the two genius offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his mind, Baltoh too was struggling to find oneself a verbal description, not only for the incredible impression of being so close to the cleaning lady he loved and the belief of her lenient touch, but also his love itself, the love life he felt for her. No matter what he came up with, whether it be an integral Word of poetical amber dedicated to the sole purpose of summarizing his tactual sensation for her or using the universe itself to paint a wall painting in the sky of the two of them together, he could not discover a way to properly carry his sexual love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their sassing and glossa still joined together and Baltoh's prick being worked in Selene at a recondite and unshakable rhythm, the two lover lost runway of prison term, for time itself was bending around them as their energies were released in greater and majuscule intensities, forming an atmosphere of raw business leader that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and genus Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a cooccurring coming, so mightily that it affected their judgment as well as their physical structure and surpassed any physical sensation. As they looked up and gave silent moan of happiness, the star around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their torso and creative thinker. Defying her sight of realness, the sensation she experienced with the rush of power surging back her creative thinker surpassed the master copy feeling that genus Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while Maker, Baltoh too was in awe at the moving ridge of cloud nine that flooded him like tidal waves of light. To Baltoh and genus Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching universe completely, for the potpourri of energy contained both their hearts and person. Neither of them could even tell if they were still alive or dead, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a flashing as brilliant as the Big blast itself, the force was released back out in a radiant supernova. whirl and rolling, swarm of their vigor flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like tuner waves. The power and warmth 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 silence, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the center of the population as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their drumhead and stared deep into each other's eyes, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a voiced kiss.




The End