Light Of Hellfire : The Series


Anal, Bdsm, Black, Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Extreme, First-Time, Fisting, Gothic, Group-Sex, Hardcore, Interracial, Lesbian, Masturbation, Monster, Oral-Sex, Spanking, Threesome, Virginity
To my truehearted fans, the new addition Light of Hellfire is now available on amazon ! The new version is called Hellsteel, and is twice as long with new theatrical role, new stock of monsters, a different ending, and a much inscrutable storyline. And to those of you who have n't heard, The Man of Sin is also usable ( they 're printed under different author names ). Buy your transcript today !



Chapter 1



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

Up at the very top of the empire body politic Building, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the grayness sky. From this newsbreak, a glowing orb came into beingness, resembling a crimson light medulla. It was not bright or hefty enough to eviscerate attention from the citizenry below and it was completely masked by torrential rain. The raindrops that passed by this burning trice were turned into hissing steam from just the intense proximity and the unnatural heat being given off by coal-like welkin.

The orb did not fade after the initial wink ; instead, it grew in intensity and size while becoming darker in shade. Initially the sizing of a human fist, it began to expand into an undulating vertical phonograph record as magnanimous as a dinner party table. There was a mo flash bulb and the disk became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became solid like glass, with shifting hue of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the bottom of the platter, pouring out slowly and streaming down like compact tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the building, causing the metallic element to eat and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous curtain of red luminance was a consort of agonizing shriek and watchword of pain in the ass, pouring out from the profundity of the blood-red lightness. Were the weather clear, the masses down in the streets would instantly stare up in horror at the beginning of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their auricle to try and protect their souls from its ravaging timber. The sound radiating from this dark apparition was one not mean for mortal spike, a auditory sensation that was never intended to be set loose upon the globe. 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 center of the platter and a vestige came into eyeshot from its profoundness, like a sea animal slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a digit stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the radio tug on one foot. The design was a tall young man with a lean but powerful human body, garbed in brownness boots, grey sloppy pants, a black sash, and a disgraceful hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his wrist joint were two prayer beads beadwork cords and two metallic element hamper. The man had medium-length dark hair that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing blue eyes that could almost shine in the wickedness, and hidden under his hood were two horns that protruded just past his hair line of merchandise and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a burning ring came into view, hovering above his forefront, as well as four monumental wings that grew out of his vertebral column. Each was more than twice the size of his body when fully unfolded and stretched, with the lower set of wings resembling bat wings but with scale instead of flesh, and the upper berth wings like the wings of an eagle, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the backbone of his pelvic girdle was a prospicient pitch blackness tail with a rope-like duration and tractableness and a bladed stinger on the end like a butcher tongue, but with a tearing barb. His fingertips were armed with triangular claws that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

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

The crimson portal site disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the city, standing on the tip of the radio column and wrapped in his wings. His bright grizzly eyes scanned the city below, taking in the panorama. It hadn't been very long since his close visit to the homo world, as he traveled there frequently.

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

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



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

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, long black hair that was straight yet crinkly, and bright jet middle. Matching her beauty was her hourglass figure, with d-cup breasts, a slender waist, an ass and pair of second joint that were toned with musculus, and pelvic arch that swung like a clock pendulum with each stair. Her digit was a mixture of good cistron and a nearly religious devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing calamitous high-healed shoes that gave a very aphrodisiacal tap with each step, a pitch-dark skirt that tightly held to her smooth thighs, and a tan business pelage with her bag hanging from her shoulder. Secured in her purse and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential weather sheet of rain. Maybe she should feature driven today…

genus Selene loved puzzle, but not because of a specific affinity for the mental workout. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to labour herself to her limits. She was always searching for a challenge, something to snap off the deadening routine of life sentence, it was why she moved to New House of York in the first position ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a cubicle ). In this font, her challenge for today was to get to wreak without putting down the crossword Scripture or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"several of the dissenter cheered in tax return, sword lily for the little slice of support.

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

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

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

Selene chuckled as she and the gang of commuter train walked across the street with the host of cars humming just a few feet away."Don't we have this same conversation every day ?"

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're right on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the unsporting pool any indorse now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter intelligence for a high school math course ?"

She walked past a chemical group of protestors with Republican River candidate sign of the zodiac, shouting for people 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 city with glowing red eyes. The animal was shorter than an adult human but much Sir Thomas More muscular, with yearn powerful limbs, serrated talons protruding from its digit and hook-like toes, bony annex with scaly anatomy and thin membranes, twisted motor horn above it's disfigured jackal fount, a swishing whip-like quarter, and jet-black tegument that was covered in bloody cicatrix. The tar-like spittle that dripped from its jagged teeth burned the rock with the auditory sensation of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its wings with an abnormally flashy thump, like the beat of an ancient war drum. Leaping off the towboat, it plunged towards the ground, completely invisible to all mortal optic. Reaching the entranceway of the construction, it held subject its extension to their full size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past. The puddle and falling rainfall around the front man doors almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the metropolis, the animal tried to hold its hullabaloo and thirst for rip. Only golden handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the living in all of history, and here, there was Thomas More food than its deranged creative thinker could dig. Looking down, puppet spotted its first victim. On the cap of a nearby office building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

Having just received a Call from his married woman that she had just had a abortion, the balding middle-aged man did not worry that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the construction. 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 unholy beast was completely unseeable, the man's eyes widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rainwater, as each drop that splattered on its body showed its sizing and shape.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping open his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a disjointed cry of pain as blood streamed from his mouth and his variety meat spilled out onto the floor. The man fell deadened to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the bloodline slowly spread across the rain-soaked ceiling like a spoonful of oil across the surface of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with relish, tearing through the body with its claws and chewing on the bloody meat only briefly.

As it slurped up a line of intestines like a spaghetti strand, a bright flare of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in bother as its severed wing and arm fell to the floor with dense blood trickling from its vena. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long sword in his hand. The handle had no sentry duty and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged blade had a very narrow shape until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway spot, the size of it suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to matter down the end of the blade for raise hacking and slashing. The blade finally tapered off to a stabbing head, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by eighteen inches of straight-razor serrations, ripped assailable like a gutted fish by the hook-like border, cleaved by the wide weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the luff tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall incur nothing from me, double-crosser. I was born of pain and malice, and there is nix you can do to make me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the White River feathers of his upper wings stood on end."Whether it is bullheadedness or loyalty to the Prince of Darkness, your quiet will accomplish nix. I will receive him and destroy you all."

With a sour bellowing, the Gargoyle lunged forward with black smoke billowing from its claws like fervor. With slight elbow grease, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could reach his face, then severed its script with only his grip.

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

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

A flash of illumination was released from his palm with the cleverness of the sun. The twinkle obliterated the hell-spawn puppet with a metaphysical impact of holy flack, incinerating its consistence while shoving it back. While the flash was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly knock-down bolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the slaughter remains of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged eubstance was incinerated in a surge of whitened flames, removing every suggestion and not even leaving ash behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell pillar of the riverside Christian church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were various bowed Gargoyles, all with lowered eyes and swishing tails. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a fiend, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing mansion computed axial tomography to lions.

Abaddon's body was very alike to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like fender, jet-black scaly flesh, a prospicient tooshie, longsighted talons protruding from the ends of his fingers and toes, and curled horns on the top of his head. However, his body was far more mechanical man, with recollective limbs and bones, a much straighter attitude, more pliant digits, a muscular yet leaner and less bulky shape, a android face, and even spiky pilus. Secured to his radiocarpal joint were two metal shackles and he was wearing a skirt of armor collection plate around his waist, standardized to a gladiator or knight.

The daimon growled as he looked out over the urban center."I can't believe that bastard followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our program can't work if we lose another. Not even I can face him in conflict the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain hidden, but I need to prey so that I may get strong enough to oppose him. If I feed on enough souls, I may be able to at least make it opposition, but you are all to keep a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her volume of crossword puzzle. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the light of the sun, and with the swarthiness of the city, it was probable that the vast pool and blanket of weewee would not dry until the side by side day. The night was unusually sullen. For even though the pelting had stopped, the thick clouds remained and they refused to allow the Moon to smooth. With so lots moisture in the urban center, a thick mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straitjacket, locking in the lighting so that all else remained dark.

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

In a stretch of time so small that she couldn't even think of something to liken it to, Selene's human race was suddenly flip out inverted as her senses were ripped away, save for the sound of a crackling rattle and the feeling of getting stabbed at every centimeter of flesh in her body with hot irons while battery acid flooded her vein. Her legs buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with beastly power and dragged into the nearby alley.

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

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

Selene was slammed against a brick paries with one of her captors gripping her by the pharynx. The impact, while dreadful, offered some clarity, as she was now able to at least see her aggressor. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his hand around her throat, the irregular was standing beside the first, and the third was a few animal foot away, digging through her purse.

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

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

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

"Unless you're begging for my tool, you had punter shut the fuck up…"the first growled as he drew a tongue."…If you know what's honorable for you."

Looking through the star of the cutting smack, Selene's eyes widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the steel. Like his knife, the dim light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the tongue as if he were going to prod her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her collar. For the brief s, the tip of the blade was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold. To her succor, the tongue was taken off of her skin, but before she could expire, her attacker yanked the blade downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With rent streaming from her eyes, Selene cried out in hurting as blood trickled down her belly from the bass cut left on her breast from the assaulter's malicious and clumsy removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her annulus and panties and the bit attacker went to ferment yanking off the sliced remains. Selene shivered in terror and helplessness as the cool air fanned her bare thighs and business firm chest. Her mamilla were now the size of it of digit articulation from the cold air and the fear that filled every fiber of her being.

"Look at those angelic titmouse of hers, I wonder how very much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a minuscule tweed would look capital on that dark skin,"the third attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of John Cash into his scoop and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to rape her, and that fact terrified Selene to a greater extent than anything else in her life. She had to do something, anything that had the tenuous chance of sparing her from this destiny. Working up all the strength in her exhausted body, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"person PLEASE helper ME ! HEL—"

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

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

"Let her go,"a voice echoed through the alley. The cryptic voice was as clear as glass and the very sound of it shook genus Selene from her dying daze.

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

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

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

"Let her go, this is your final word of advice,"the man ordered with more potency and power in his voice than any living man could have.

The starting time assailant pulled his knife out of Selene, making her scream in bother."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll carve off your face, he'll kick your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four large wings grew out of his rachis, with the feathers along the edge of the amphetamine wings flanged like the shaft of a hedgehog and the depleted bat-like wings honed to the shrewd shape of a steel. With rip oozing down her Kuki-Chin, genus Selene gasped in disbelief and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in awe. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the ground with blood pouring from her wound.

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

An eruption of red and mordant flaming surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the bowling alley and every musical composition of trash to rise into the air. The dark flames surged down the alley, slamming into the three rapist like an undammed river and knocking them off their feet. Completely ignored by the blast, Selene watched in horror in amazement as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by waves of black and red flaming washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their shape was pealed off their bodies, their muscles were shredded as if by a meat grinder, blood streamed from their carcasses as their veins were lacerated at every centimetre, their organs exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few seconds, they were null but charred skeletons. As the billow faded, so did Selene's degree on consciousness. Succumbing to blood loss and the pain of her injuries, genus Selene slumped over and passed out.

Kicking aside the blackened skeleton in the cupboard of the rapist, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale helping hand over her bare body."holy man Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's whole body began to shine as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's hired hand and settled on her skin. Her stab wound began to conclude, her scrape and bruises disappeared, and her organic structure stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In to a lesser extent than half a mo, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to come up himself analyzing every in of her bare peach, moving his eyes slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his tail and retrieved her handbag, proceeding then to search for data. Pulling out a leave letter, Baltoh read her name and name and address, memorizing the location of the flat building and the exact unit. Hooking the bag to his sash, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her binding and the former under her stifle, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked dead body while being careful not to fret her with his claws.

Holding the woman in his arms, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her face. It had been year since he laid optic upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his rails like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his thorax and a well-chosen nervousness, something that he had never before experienced with his cold heart.

Realizing how a good deal sentence had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to reality and distribute his offstage. With a single powerful flap, he was catapulted gamy into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the reference he had found on the letter as he soared over the city. With her long bright hair brushing across her case, Selene was brought out of wide unconsciousness, but her head was still only half-awake. Her eyelids slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a dream. What she did roll in the hay was that he was very better-looking and she was frigidness. She gave a diffuse sigh as she fell back to sleep, crossing her subdivision to go on warm.

With the chilli damp air kissing her bare skin, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's arms. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an consuming sense of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his entire cosmos, 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 anger and the desire to slay Gargoyles and Demons. His own sprightliness meant null, except that he would not be able-bodied 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 embracement, holding her finisher while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body heating. He even wrapped his lower berth fender around her to retain her protected from the cold wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to push his building erection, something that further confused him, as he had never felt intimate attractive feature for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment construction, he landed on the fire escape by her unit like an bird of Jove reaching its nestle. With Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a hologram, entering her sleeping accommodation. Stepping down onto the floor with unequaled silence, he retracted his wings and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the room for a reason that he did not know. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The wall were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with pictures of ally and family. 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 skin colour, he couldn't not figure out if he were a boyfriend or brother.

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

As he looked back at the picture show, he saw the reflection of two eyes in the meth, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his sword materializing in his grip. He came to a stop, sword in hand, staring into the eyes of a Elwyn Brooks White and brownness cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The animal's eyes were fully dilated to take in all potential light, its fanny was swishing from slope to side anxiously, and its chela were slowly edging out of its easy paw. But the felid's posture was relaxed, as if it were both at rest and alerting. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more confusion than ever before in its biography, sensing a vast soaker of dissimilar energies in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his brand and the weapon disappeared as soon as physical contact was lost. Turning back to the window to leave, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like pose, staring at genus Selene's naked body. The city lights from external were cast upon her peel beaut like a wanderer web, illuminating her womanly fig. Her sinister 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 toothsome bend, her lean and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her retentive smooth second joint, the lips of her slit looked so delicate and flabby, it was as if they were made of hot chocolate ice and lacked even a single hair. Her broad breasts gently trembled with each uptake and release of air, and her mammilla were erect from the softness and delicate chill of each exhale. Her sleek black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few chain were draped across her peaceful face. The lipstick on her lips glistened as she breathed, and her eyelash 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 daze, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his wings and became intangible, about to go through through the paries as if it were made only of illumination. As he took a step forward, Selene's eyes slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the lustrous green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At least resolve me this : are you an holy person ?"

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

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



Two sounds filled the abandoned subway burrow ; the dark laughs of Abaddon and the agonizing cries of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening feeding on roofless people, the black-hearted demon had now decided to move onto the main class. The young cleaning lady before him had long blonde hair and pale skin, dirtied from yr of aliveness in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely naked and covered in prospicient bloody cut of meat, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like separatrix of his tail.

She was hang over awkwardly, leaning on the incline alongside the track, crying and screaming in pain as the demon forced his near-horse-sized tool into her flyspeck body with cold-blooded speed. Beneath her were the butchered remains of her parents, wet with her tears and the origin streaming from between her peg, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the ray of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the youth female child had begged the Demon to bear mercifulness and blockade, or to at least kill her and end the painfulness. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The malevolent force raping her was not human, and while her sensation of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no subject how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the torment and gaining forcefulness from her teary-eyed cries, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like holloa as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hips tightly. The young female child screamed in suffering and humiliation as the devil dug his claws into her flesh and felt his semen flood her body, taking the place of Abaddon's cock as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more tearful thigh-slapper as an indescribable burn feeling coursed through her torso. In her vagina, the oxford-gray semen was eating away at her soma, burning through her like acid.

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

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



Selene bolted awake to the auditory sensation of her dismay, reliving the scene from the alley as if were still happening. She looked around wildly, expecting to see her attacker, but only seeing her sleeping room. 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 articulatio genus, completely shaken by the colour of her memory.

A pocket-size scowl appeared on her nerve, something didn't flavor right. She looked at her hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a fragile coating of grime, and looking over her organic structure, she realized that her hand wasn't the only matter that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to sprain off the beeping alarm and the blood in her veins instantly became as cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the whiten feather on it. The marble-like color was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a bare hiss was impossible. Just the size of it alone made it being an eagle feathering inconceivable. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her notecase, empty of cash.

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



Mentally excite, Selene called in sick to work on, deciding that it would be best if she thought thing out before doing anything. After taking a shower and washing away the dirt from the bowling alley and the lineage from her accidental injury, Selene sat in her living room with a cup of chocolate, watching the morning news program. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

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

"A brutal scene was discovered this dawn by deliverance truck handing newspaper. Describing the flavor of burning sulfur, they came across an bowling alley that looked at if it had been the prospect of an burst. The walls of the neighboring edifice were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three bodies were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the police force has allowed us to view the incredible end. I warn you, the following footage is quite graphic and viewer discretion is strongly advised…"

The screenland went dark for a moment and then the position was returned. Selene spewed coffee across her cat as she saw the back street, sending the roiled felid scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a look of horror. She knew without a fantasm of a doubt that the alley they were showing was the bowling alley she had been mugged in the night before. The camera zoomed in at several points, showing the damage of the explosion. It was a miracle that the buildings themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the dupe, and Selene had to fight down with all her forcefulness not to throw up at the sight of the writhe pitch blackness skeletons and the horrible facial expression of agony on their sear faces. The sieve then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked sickish from the flock of the grim skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the identities of the three victim and the cause of the explosion. They were leave to remark on the strangeness of the effect, as there were no reports of any loud disturbance, something that would be patent for whatever caused so much destruction. They also told us a very interest fact : while the examination continues, no chemical substance remainder has been found at the situation. They can't find any evidence of an literal bomb exploding or any traces of acid ; all they have uncovered is a orotund total of sulfur."

With shivering hands, Selene turned off the TV and looked down at the plume 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 power building with his question in his thenar, mulling over the previous Night. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the mellow sixties. Baltoh had made himself invisible so that he didn't even cast a shadow. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his next movie and his former ace. His annex lay draped around him like blanket and his whip-like barbed tail lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his fingers through his hair. He thought back over and over again to the different sensations that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedchamber. Never before in his entire macrocosm had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything former than hatred and the desire to slay daemon and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her nude word form tightly… it replaced the fires of anger in his heart with the attack of passion.

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

‘ To be able to interact and even kill a man being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged Demon would call for at to the lowest degree two hebdomad to amass enough powerfulness for physical interaction, and even then, a lethal wound would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the sick sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more mightily or crossing over is having less strike. Whatever is going on, I need to put a layover to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his promontory as a small-scale pop flared in the back of his creative thinker. He could smell out a billow in daemon energy and it was compressed in a 1 entity. Without a dubiousness it was Abaddon.

"Tch, double-dyed timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through level upon story upon horizontal surface of abandoned railway tunnels and sewer lines, moving through solid stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the humble tunnel, residing deep below the city and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally wear away stinker had inflicted wrong to the concrete bodily structure and formations.

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

"You may be able-bodied to veil yourself from the eyes of human race and the light of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your tycoon or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was follow the smell of evil on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the all in bodies around Abaddon's foot and the multiple teeth and claw Mark."I've let you roam gratuitous in this universe for too long, now you die,"he growled, forming his sword in his mitt.

The Demon began to gag and held out his manus. Bursting from the flesh of his palm, a line of bones resembling a spinal editorial reached out and locked together into a meter-long pole. A loud cracking auditory sensation echoed through the chamber as the spine began to warp, being crushed by an inconspicuous violence and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a longsighted sword of a single solid piece of ivory, with the spinal ridges acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underestimate me treasonist. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The painful cries of these puny mankind, they're so beautiful, the sound of the flesh being torn from their physical structure and their ancestry being splattered across the walls and floor, the sight of the poor girls'watery-eyed faces as I rape them to dying, and the gustation of this brilliant feast of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these weaklings since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain and their bodies. And I must say, living humans taste so much more pleasant-tasting than the liveliness of the damned ; they are so… unspoiled. Now I've become far unassailable than I ever was in Hell, strong enough to even face you !"

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

A house of cards of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's clenched fist, expanding twenty feet every second. The growing guggle of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to expand, passing through the walls, base, and ceiling of the burrow as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every direction, the eruct came to a block and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its counseling. The pillar instantly shattered into millions of bit and crumbled to the ground, but before the dust could even begin to make up, the pillar was reformed, with every fragment and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant single piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's keep this lowly, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a prospering torrent of opprobrious and albumen energy. duskiness was streaming from his black bat-like wings and Christ Within was streaming from his pearly eagle-like wings.

Abaddon gave a booming gag and pointed his sword at Baltoh as Negroid flames surged up from the ground around him."Very well, but I wonder just how tenacious you can last before you have to resort to unleashing your entire power."

The two enemies crouched down with their weapon held back and pounced on each other. In midair, they both swung their steel and collided in deafening wreck. Instantly, every piece of solid Stone and concrete shattered like fragment grenade, filling the air with dust and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



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

Bringing her face down low to the table, she looked in the instruction that the feather was pointing. Even without having ever seen something like this, genus Selene knew that there was a definite use for what was going on. In her gut, she knew that plume was actually pointing to something, and whatever it was, she knew it would have the solvent she was looking for.

Quickly getting dressed, she grabbed the plumage and ran out the room access, determined to watch over it, wherever it led her.



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a wall of Harlan Stone, entering an ancient cave arrangement deep below the urban center of New House of York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blur, they locked sword over an over in an endless dance that had been going on for minute. With each collision, a vast shower of sparks would satisfy the air, as well dust and shrapnel from every tilt and piece of Harlan F. Stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the damage instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the outside world.

‘ hoot it, why is this battle still going on ? It is true that he is far unassailable than any normal ogre, but I would normally end a battle like this in less than a bit, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my mind or my energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to destruction,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to force all misdirection out of his mind.

Disengaging from Baltoh's blade, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his claw finger's breadth at his someone enemy, as if he were pretending to fuel a gun.

"Demon Art : Dark heartbeat !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal beam of nighttime muscularity erupted from the tip of his claw like a comic Christian Bible villain's giant last ray.

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

Shaking the entirely tunnel, an ornate gateway of solid gold burst from the tunnel in front of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge Ne sign, the gate shielded Baltoh from the bam, with the shadow energy ineffectual to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal to Hell opened and a monolithic skeleton hand reached up, grabbing the daemon with its crushing bosom like a man grabbing an activeness number and ending the wickedness heart rate blast. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the Bill Gates of Heaven tour and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

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

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an abandon subway platform. The chamber had two subway track with a twin dividing line of mainstay on the weapons platform between them, a longsighted stairway leading up to the street on one English of the sleeping room but was blocked off due to indemnify needing to be made to the platform, and a wall with a dozen payphones stood on the opposite wall. The platform was on the really periphery of Baltoh's pilot barrier, meaning that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the floor, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his sword straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inertia and plunged his sword into ceiling, sending a wanderer web of cracks through the concrete and causing rubble to rain down. Before Baltoh could readapt his gumption of direction and line up Abaddon, the devil appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping Harlan Fisk Stone and crashed straight through one of the wrangle of pillars like a wrecking ball through Styrofoam.

climax to a stay, Baltoh quickly raised his blade to impede an execution-style slash from Abaddon. The two opposition stared each other down, each pushing against the sword of the former. As the screeching sound of the straight-razor-sized vane on Abaddon's brand grinding against the glassy serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a grin. With to a greater extent than twice as very much strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one script from his sword, while the daimon was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to fend for himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing give his chest of drawers enclosed space and nearly snapping the costa. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the daimon skidding back fifty groundwork. Abaddon struggled to persist on his feet with inky origin 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 throat, strangling the Demon. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the headway of a sledgehammer, and planted him in the trading floor with plenty force to create a thirty-foot crater. He released the daimon's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his fundament, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the bulwark with so practically force that even the pay phones he didn't infatuation were destroyed by the shockwave and the totally end nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his brand at the fiend, about to deliver the concluding relocation. Dredging up his power levels for the tone-beginning that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the phone of individual coming down the stair.

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

His heart widened and he released a thick gasp as Selene came into view. The beautiful woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the good deal of him and the undisputable proof that the events of the night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his plumage and focusing on every detail of his body, from his bottom to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

All the rubble on the floor was thrown aside like scraps of paper by an trigger fan as a jet-black blast of shadow free energy surged from his finger like an erupting vent, focused into a dense beam with a ten-foot diameter and carrying enough major power to cut down one-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 brand and deflected it with the boundary, defying all legal philosophy of aperient and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the blast burned a hole through the street and scene into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in terror as it continued to grow like a geyser of oil, flying high above the marvellous buildings in less than a second.

With the blast saturating the atmosphere with shadow Energy, colored storm cloud began swirling around the Black pillar. Down on the underpass platform, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his sword, desperately trying to lay off it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his brand and target it in a dissimilar direction, the flak would flap down down onto the metropolis like a chopper. In the blink of an eye it would take to change the focusing of the gust, a huge scar could be carved straight through several miles of the city, possibly killing hundred of people. This shaft was far more powerful than a normal Demon's !

After rising so highschool that no one could see it, the gust finally faded, growing thinner and diluent until it split off into just a few vague beading of power. Baltoh blinked several times to readapt his good deal 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 severalize you how sorry I am for costing you the competitiveness. If I hadn't shown up, you could throw beaten him,"genus Selene said, placing a cup of chocolate on the island table for Baltoh.

He was leaning against the tabular array with his wings retracted back into his body, in parliamentary procedure to go on from accidently knocking thing over. However, they were the only view of his appearing that he could change. His chela, tail, and burning gloriole could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding answers, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her apartment, though he had to make himself invisible in order to get there without being noticed. outside, the metropolis of New House of York was like an overrule formicary as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to figure out what it was. There were already dozens of news vans around the arena of the eruption, held back by a line of merchandise of police officers while anti-terrorism agents and forensic investigators studied the scenery. Outside of the ring of bunch, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the blast was a signal that Judgment Day was at deal. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blessed them.

"It's alright, it was my mistake. I should have killed him without any difficulty, but for some reasonableness, I just couldn't put my total effort into it. I gave him the opportunity to break loose when I didn't just skip the fight and finish him off. But it will take time for him to recover, and hopefully by the time he is strong enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to track him down and finish the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

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

"My gens 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 giant ?"she asked, moving her eyes down to the black scaly wings.

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

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

"How does something like me even come to live ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of universe, there are three realm ; Heaven, this universe, and Hell. In Heaven there are the Angels and Archangels, on land there are humans, and in Hell there Gargoyles and Demons. backer are give-up the ghost spirits that have sworn their commitment to Jehovah to fight on his behalf against the forces of darkness, and archangel are created by YHVH himself or are the sum of multiple Angel bonded by their authentic desire to do effective and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hell, Gargoyles are malicious glowering flavour that are born in the Lake of fervency through the anger and hatred of people on Earth. While they are completely devoid of actual souls, they are the shadow equivalence to Angels, but when an Angel evenfall from the saving grace of Heaven, it can become a Gargoyle with a soulfulness. During effect like state of war or genocides, there is always a monumental upsurge in the numeral of Gargoyles spawned from those blackball notion. However, in blank space on land with an unnaturally high level of botheration and hatred in its account, very weak Gargoyles can form, while still being far more powerful than even the cruelest human emotional state. well-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 unit other level of power from Gargoyles, with the difference being touch to the difference between backer and garden angelica. When souls are in Hell for a long enough flow of time, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their dead body and minds crumble into ash and they basically cease to exist as sentient beings. There are entire plains in Hell of black sand from the ashen remains of the bones of reveal souls.

However, there is a special form of ash in that intermixture, a part of the human being soul that is… heavier. It is the tincture of evilness that lie within every soul, the shadow that drives people to sin and consecrate crimes. Some have more immorality in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to mould a star, the crushing weight of all the iniquity deeds and their weighting will pull the lowering molecule of ash together and form a devil, spawned completely from the malice of vicious souls and lacking even a single human device characteristic early than the desire to dun and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy creature and the darkness it would set loose.

"The other kind of ogre is a fallen garden angelica, which means that its powers of Light Within are converted into the might of swarthiness and they become handmaid of the the Tempter. You can separate which Demons were originally archangel created by Jehovah because they are much more calm and season, being of a one idea instead of a toxic mixture of one C of spirits."

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

"daimon are basically fallen Archangels, right ? fountainhead instead of being an Archangel that has fallen, I am a fiend that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weight to his language than the declaration of a new world order.

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

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

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very unlike and unique potpourri of psyche, specifically the someone of people who committed murder in the public figure of justice ; police military officer, Templar horse, executioner, patriots, or even simple men killing the bastards that raped their wives or daughters. Jahweh doesn't condone killing between humans, even if it is to slay evil."

He was leaning against the board with his eye downcast and hands balled so tightly into fist that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palms. genus Selene felt a deep chill in her kernel as she heard the pain in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of millions of people, tortured for aeon by the minions of the Devil for bringing justice to the world through vehemence. We were wedge, yet we were cast aside and punished for our human activity. Finally, when the sum of money of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any other Demon's generation, I began to take shape from their hatred. But unlike demon that form from the hatred of life and light, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to slay and pop the forces of iniquity was so powerful that I was able to come alert from the pain and hate of the discarded hero sandwich. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my world power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my giving birth clearly : opening my eyes for the first time deep below the ground of the ashen fields, coughing on the dour land that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the mash pressure on all sides. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeleton in the cupboard, becoming accustomed to my mechanical man body and the Demon feature. I continued to burrow through the priming coat, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen tomb, my clawed handwriting broke through the surface and I managed to draw out myself out.

cough and gagging, I climbed out onto the black fields of ash, breathing heavily for the first prison term. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Hell and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a Demon. The second after the actualisation came, so did the passion and desires of all the human souls that made up my knowingness. The desire to demolish evil was so potent, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a beast of underworld right then and there, but there I was, a living Demon ; the very symbol of swarthiness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small grin and turned away from her."I took my own aliveness. Sitting in that grim moxie, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my existence right then and there. At least in my dying, I could destroy evil and slay one threat from being. Raising my hand, I straightened my finger's breadth and plunged my claws into my own heart, ending my life.

genus Selene, never in the history of world has a ogre ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too vain and too dire 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 promise that they can stimulate wretchedness. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own world to that I could at least destroy one piece of iniquity, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremes is what allowed me to become what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this sunrise. As my pierced essence came to a stop and the last-place glint of undeath went out in my encephalon, there was a flash in my mortal, brighter than a million sun. Through sin, I had achieved virtue, the same level of merit that Angels needed to reach to turn Archangels.

Just as Christ was resurrected three days after his demise, I was resurrected after mine. Holy energy flooded my body with the desire to destroy evil playacting as the bridge between iniquity and light, allowing for a synergistic balance that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the power of both Heaven and Hell pulsing through my vena, I slowly got to my understructure, transforming every s. I shed my scaly Demon skin for a mechanical man torso and flesh, grew the extension of an Angel above my devil wings, and gained a halo of hellfire, all while keeping my claws, tail, Demon wings, and the power of phantom energy.

I stood up with my new body, completely enlightened and populace apart from daimon and garden angelica in terminal figure of military capability and raw power. As I flexed my fingers, a Demon landed behind me, having come to inquire the brilliantly luminousness caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the creature attacked… short beast. Completely driven by instinct and using to a lesser extent energy than to snap my digit, I beheaded the monster with the sharpness of my hand, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that dot on, my war against the spawn of Hell began, and I spent the last several decade solely in the fiend and Gargoyle nurseries, slaughtering the sinful beasts the sec they were spawned and fighting for every second of my life, appeasing my desire to slay malevolent and decimating the Old Nick'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 substantiation of faith.

"So if you're one-half daemon and half Archangel, can you combine your powers ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same clip. I can mix them so that the two vigour are blended to the 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 daemon energy and Angel muscularity to adhesion, they are too opposition of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the morning of the day I saved you, a Demon and respective Gargoyles crossed over into this region without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the forcefulness of promised land have the ability to enter and croak all three plain of existence at will. I'm here to happen out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to slaughter them."

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

"Gargoyles and devil can only cross into this human beings from Hell if they are summoned through some act of human necromancy, like a lot of churl youngster performing a satanic ritual. The physical process is actually very unspeakable for any phantom that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a satellite through the shaft of a volcano. I should hump, I was actually caught in them a few fourth dimension and pulled here against my will. The result is an specter with significantly lowered power levels, so low that the only natural action they can take are paranormal outcome like haunting the spot where they were summoned. Given meter, they become more and more right, eventually becoming strong enough to hurt humans and even leave the billet they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ones who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summon a real Demon, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can possess and even bolt down mass in an area, but monster are able to create natural tragedy and even plagues, like erupting volcanoes, quake, and tsunamis."

"So then does that intend dispossession really cultivate ?"Selene asked, tilting her fountainhead to one side as she walked around the mesa towards the den. Baltoh followed her and they both sat on the couch.

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The rite of exorcism does not call the power of Godhead to ostracize a Demon back to hell, it is more like a summoning ritual for angel, except that it only has to draw their attention, as Angels have the power to blow over through dimensional barriers. deal yourself lucky that unholy entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the effect in Heaven that you need serve destroying a infernal entity or evil soul. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the saint and even Angelica Archangelica will come and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battles can get extremely violent and destructive, so Angels answering the call of dispossession always arrive in grouping. One or more scrap the entity or evil purport, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the effect from outside viewer, and another to protect the single performing the exorcism and anyone else in the expanse, always having to bring around their wounds and alter their remembering. Entire city blocks can be annihilated in one of these battles and mass can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the threshold of death. When that happens, the Angels will do everything in their top executive to quash acknowledgement by the general world. They will wipe memories, rebuild anything destroyed, and even fudge the media and internet to destroy all reports or pictures of the incident.

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

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

"After the death of Jesus of Nazareth, Almighty decreed that backer and archangel were to stanch all visible action in the worldly concern of the Living. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The force play of paradise barely ever come to ground anymore for anything other than answering the outcry of exorcism.

demon and Gargoyles also stay unseeable almost constantly, but for a different ground. Whenever a diabolical entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the luminousness of this world. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and outside at nighttime without too much pain sensation or worry, but becoming seeable in large-minded daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Almighty wanted to raise the lack of trust which was born at the turn of events of the century. After almost two thousand years of war and suffering caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the world would be bettor off in the handwriting of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A humankind without religion is a far more peaceful worldly concern than one where hoi polloi fight over the deity they believe in."

genus Selene was silent for several moments as she tried to recollect of another inquiry."If hunting these daimon and Gargoyles is giving you so much hassle, why don't you just ask the Angels for help ?"

Baltoh sighed."The Angels hate me just as much as the Demons do. I may be half Angelica Archangelica, 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 full armies of Demons in my liveliness, they see me as a huge threat that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth 1000 of times 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 demolish me because I am that lots of a risk to the balance of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't fuss to cover that flack better will certainly come back to sting me when they show up, but frankly, I don't afford a darn what Jehovah decreed. I am the sum of one thousand thousand of the great unwashed who have been sent to hell on earth for killing in the figure of DoJ. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and deal him my enemy."

More than a minute passed by, in which neither Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact. Looking at Selene in the box of his eye, Baltoh was trying to understand what it was about this human that had piqued his peculiarity, while Selene was trying to work on everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the cobbler's last twenty-four hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

"Thank you for saving me last dark. If hadn't semen, 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 crime to happen ?"

"What you said back there, ‘ your hatred is zilch compared to mine ’, is that really how you measure your power ? Is there anything other than hatred within you ?"she asked with the fragile 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 similar skin senses of sadness to his voice.

"So you can really do zero more than hate ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the smallest of smiling, so light that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just kill those rapist in the back street, you healed my wounds and brought me back to my home plate. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle 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 teras yet means that it will probably require time. During that metre, if you ever want to take a suspension or peach to person, just come find me."

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

"Of trend,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"Keep it with you, and if you are ever in danger, I will sense it and be able to rule you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the wall, leaving Selene resting her Kuki on her mitt with a moony saying on her face.



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

She was in the prisonbreak room of her office building, looking in low storage locker for any chocolate cans so that she could make a refreshful pot. The break room was like any early in the world, with a line of high cabinet and low storage locker against the rampart, a small electric refrigerator, dingy lighting, a table and a few death chair, a"chromium steel"brand sump, and a bullshit motivational poster that served only to add some color to the beige wall.

Molly was sitting up on the sideboard like a little kid, curling her foresightful blond hair's-breadth around her digit. She was both the equalize and diametrical to Selene, with golden hair, bright blue eye, and pale skin, but she had a fit build with curvaceous curve, the perfect compounding of good genes and countless hours at the gym. She and Selene had been best friends since they were first intern and were near than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a genuine ignominy. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a I picture of it anywhere, not on the news, in the papers, or even online. Normally if mortal falls off their motorcycle, people have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the land. And it was almost right in the middle of the urban center where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to break a jumbled gnarl of a few chain of her pilus.

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

"I'm sure as shooting it will be online by the end of the day, someone had to have recorded it,"she shrugged as the deep brown pot was slowly filled with the hot pitch-black brew.

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

While the coffee was poured, a balding man with glass and a boastfully handlebar mustache stepped into the break room."Ladies, less talking, more typewriting,"he nagged.

"Just a minute Mr. beating-reed instrument,"molly said with a smile that was as fake as a politician's hope.

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

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



umber cup in hand, Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her information processing system, she tried to proceed her nous focused on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Baltoh and her purse, which had his feather stitched into the side, something which Molly had joked about being so out of style that she might as well just call her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was innate for her to wonder her flow life. After learning that Eden, Hell, Angels, Demons, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to think she had seen too a lot to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to do it more than, she wanted to take part in Baltoh's engagement against the ogre and just do something that would let her acknowledge that she had a post in the bigger world.

putting her purse on her desk so that she could at least maintain her middle on the feather, she eventually managed to get some genuine workplace done.



Baltoh stood on the ceiling of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the metropolis and tried to feel the energy touch of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in Hell, the dark spirits were keeping their world power hidden to avoid detection, making it next to impossible for Baltoh to peck them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright pillar of twinkle shown down from the sky like a beam of sunlight piercing a bed of thick clouds.

Floating down from the sky, a man appeared with chopper eagle-like backstage stretching from his spinal column 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 Son of the affirmation carried a free weight and ominous tone that no former language held, as it was the lyric of the Underworld ; Hellscript, a accent of Latin and a class of speechmaking that was very grave to human race. If spoken in the general public, every mortal within earreach would be brought to their knees by crippling sickness. Speaking entire phrases like Baltoh had just done would make them to hurl up and begin bleeding from their backtalk, nose, and even capitulum and eyes.

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

The Archangel's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore kick, baggy pants, a sash, and a undershirt over their long-sleeve shirts. The only remainder were that his dress were as Edward White as his feathers, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a pair of shackles on his radiocarpal joint, though his did have the rosary bead chains. His skin color was practically sixpence than Baltoh's grayness skin whole tone, and he lacked chela, a posterior, and of grade, a pair of devil offstage. His pinna were pointed and he had a unmarried subscriber line of red wavy hair going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should reckon yourself golden that I decided to be charitable and not assail the indorsement I entered this realm."

"Even if you attacked me Michael, it would do you no full. You know as well as I do that my big businessman is human beings apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both mankind of light and dark, making me far potent than you could ever hope to be. sleep together your place, Archangel."

"Your arrogance is truly that of a Demon, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abhorrence. Not to mention the fact that you have the same habit of getting involved with multitude as the dark beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic hurt to the city without even eliminating all shadow of your world and suffer even socialized and murdered humans. This is a criminal offense of the gamy monastic order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The police of JHVH mean nothing to me. Your king is a apathetic mug, at least I do skillful in this world. He doesn't even try to penalise me for these"offence"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a bright heartbeat of Light from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his grip. The handle was of sophisticate Au wire with a ruby pommel, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to look like a pair of Angel flank, and the blade was sterling silver medal but stronger than steel.

"Say one more give-and-take, and I will cut you down here and now ! The Demon and Gargoyles can wait, but your end is long overdue !"

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

"The site is truly good, you know that better than anyone. This sentence, Heaven can not open to stick out of the mess,"Michael argued, lowering his sword and softening his tone.

"I grow tired of this conversation Archangel. exit me in peace and don't come back."

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the urban center, with a marble-sized welkin of colored energy crackling at the tip of the chela of his power finger."Then I'll fire a Dark heart rate straight into the metropolis and obscure the adjacent three international mile of buildings."

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

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

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern trench below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hound dog. Whimpering in care and pain was a fille at his human foot, XVIII years old with auburn hair and pale skin. She had her hands wrapped around her ankles, trying to hold on the bleeding from her severed Achilles tendons. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep open her from running game, and he had threatened to cut off her hands if she tried to grovel away.

The sadistic wildcat had recovered from his conflict with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless people. In front of him, a small flash of red light popped about two beat above the ground and held its form as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the side. The sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony tip to divulge itself. The two hook pushed against the slope of the celestial sphere in opposite direction, slowly stretching it into a planar curtain, less than a substructure long, and slowly showing more than of their literal size. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claw were reaching out of the fiery depths of the diminished manifestation, latching themselves onto the edges of realism and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn border between globe and Hell itself.

At a measure in diameter, the Interior Department of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a combustion tunnel with black fog pouring out. The hook that were hooked around the edges of the portal were the size of it of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree logs, and with each open space that formed by stretching the vena portae, another claw would reach out and latch onto the edge, helping to broaden the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven groundwork in diameter, a Demon leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for intimation. The daimon looked remarkably standardised to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle organic structure and feature, only he didn't have hair and his twisted cornet were more like the saddle horn of a crap than a Capricorn like Abaddon. Like the monster, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armor plates and had a metal trammel on each wrist.

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

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

Abaddon stood up with a growl."Now you listen to me, your job is to keep that betrayer off my book binding. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll slide in out of nowhere and slit off my head."

Rimmon clicked his forficate tongue at Abaddon's whole step."So helpless. I know what my orderliness are ; you don't have to remind me. But in society to do that, I need to have it off that you are following your social club as well. Why in the Dark God Almighty's epithet have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human host yet ? !"

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

"Well have you at least picked your mark ?"

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

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

"keep on, I don't want us to start this mission on the incorrect invertebrate foot,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the girl on the ground by the binding of her shirt and threw her like a throw away pelage. Rimmon caught her by the carpus and grinned, taking great pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his claws into her soft flesh.

"These life humans are so much to a greater extent pure and intolerant to pain than the captive in snake pit, their screams of torture and chagrin are like medicine. Torturing this one girl will open you as much energy as eating five. She's a picayune gift to help oneself you regain some strength."

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

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the girl again, knocking her across the cavern floor. The pit sob victim desperately tried to cringe away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonizing screaming as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his claws, licking the descent off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

"Please don't bolt down me, please !"she begged of the ogre.

Rimmon gave a savage laugh and crouched down over her, grabbing her hair's-breadth 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 rent off her face with his tenacious forked spit.

The girl gave another awful scream as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her wench and panties. Her white rear was now wet with blood from five deep slice. Wrapping his tail around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her workforce and genu 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 footing to try and get away.

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed head of his spiny cock pressed against the unaffected lips of her twat. Grabbing her by the hips and digging into her flesh with his claws, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a single cruel shove.

As the serrated member torus through the girl's virgin pussy and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so meretricious in nuisance and humiliation that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in botheration instead of pleasure. Rimmon groaned in evil bliss as he let his stopcock become accustomed to the fogginess of the woman's cunt. profligate was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human spine, Rimmon's dick had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an physical object of that sizing moving through such a modest and fast opening is like using a jackhammer for a operative prick, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a near full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the genial straining of what was passing through the girl's thinker as that happened and of the situation, and it's hard to decide whether the mental hurting was the cracking or physical pain.

Licking his brim, the Demon pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as flash and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the point and ridges scraping against the haemorrhage cuts. The trickle of line turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped hand and drank it like it was philosopher's stone of eternal youthfulness. With his clutch on his straining slave tightened, Rimmon forced his cock back into her brutalized pussy. This time, the little girl did not shrill in excruciation or humiliation, as she was too fussy vomiting from them. The pain and genial scarring was so intense that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girl's snatch was Nice and loose ( or ripped undefendable like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging phallus. The girl was facedown in the pool of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable anguish that was burning inside her from the waist. The simply way she could trace the belief was that it was like getting probed by a chain saw, and in her mind, the tormenting thoughts of her polish off category, her stolen virginity, her defiled purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her keep down naked bleeding body played like a repulsion movie that she could not front away from.

The torment victim's only backup man came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the incredible blood loss was making her delirious, and that her entire abject body had been so heavily damaged that her face were only one-half functioning.

After twenty transactions of the barbarian distortion, Rimmon finally pulled out of his youthful dupe, who was nearly catatonic. The fair sex's kitty was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so brutal and hard that it had broken her hip, ripped her open, and shredded the flesh inside like dope under a weed whacker. Her cunt looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to mention the fact that she would never take the air again even if she lived. She lied there like a hobble ragdoll, her mouth open, her eyes glazed over, and her mind almost completely shut down.

sensing life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair over to him and forced his cock into her soft sassing. As if woken up from a bad dream, the girl suddenly became risky and tried to push the demon away, but could not free herself or remove the penis that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the painfulness from her injuries came back, prompting her to throw away up with Rimmon's dick still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an angry Leo the Lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of semen into the girl's esophagus. The brutalized girl gave one concluding scream as the acidulent muck began to burn through her outspoken cords, but quickly became silent as her arteries and spinal anesthesia electric cord were the future to go. With her head being severed from her body, Rimmon dismounted her cheek and wiped the vomit off his cock, chuckling to himself as he tried to think back to the last time he had such a nifty ass. Redressing in the Roman soldier-like annulus of armor plates that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some short the great unwashed and a few living ones.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself,"he said a grinning. Instead of speaking, Rimmon just mirrored the seventh cranial nerve 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 common, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily birth. On bulwark Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the state. Their cries doubled in volume and effort as the stockbrokers chief operating officer rolled by in the dorsum of their limousine, tired from a long day of hoarded wealth hunting.

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

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

Giving up on being able to illuminate his cigar, he closed the zero, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his windowpane, throwing a blanket of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The windowpane had held back the explosion, but the man's death was not necessary. The street was already erupting into thoroughgoing pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating citizenry at random.



A demoniac moneyed businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an fickle facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human body. With his suitcase 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 calm her down. Clutched tightly in her hired man was the bill for his lunch. No tip had been left behind, only a bank note saying that retainer should teach to bring food faster.

It was a small-scale relocation, one that really cause any scathe. But already, pictures of the note were being spread across the net and igniting massive infernos of ira and gall. Similar government note were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The tone down Night was filled with the sound of spray pigment as possessed men and women scrawled huge message on world surface in crimson. The wraith of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a stock splatter. The substance were things like ‘ GOD hatred queer ’, ‘ PRAISE ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR makeup ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE family, NOT THE NIGGER family ’, and there were even more than than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the urban center with the rising sun as people would walk to their auto and feel that their tyre had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper dagger had been the objective of this vandalism, both democrats and Republican River. As the great unwashed struggled to get to process, the vast cascade of offensive messages that had been spread across New House of York were in the process of being washed away by desperate street cleanser, trying to erase them before the hatred spread.



Selene came to a blockage in the hallway of her role, having caught the sound of a frightful conversation in the break room. With her hand on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the elbow room while two fair sex talked in hushed voices by the fridge.

"It's absolutely ugly, I throw up every time I imagine it,"one woman in her early on fifties tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

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

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

genus Selene's blood felt like moth-eaten mercury in her veins.

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



A candle flame vigil was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in social movement of City foyer, with multitude praying for the base hit of the taken children and mourning their horrible deaths. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the forces at oeuvre, the mass prayed while the fiend and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with decent metier 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 clay of the kidnapped shaver. Already a tumid pool of profligate was forming in the empty parking lot from the slaughter physical structure. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of terror, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate penance !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two vauntingly wooden crisscross on the Gargoyle's vertebral column, each more than twice as large as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn wildcat were instantly slammed into the land with enough force to shatter the paving material, and even though the giant crossing were only laying on them like fallen tree, they could not lift so a good deal as a finger, as the gravity acting on their bodies had been multiplied to the point where their unholy finger cymbals were about to snap.

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



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

A bang on the door drew his attention and one of his Aidoneus stepped in, trying to avail class the pile out."Mr. city manager, you're going to need to come see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several employees of the urban center entrance hall that were working through the night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police force policeman, were standing around a van-sized flock of sheets of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

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

Once of the police force officers picked one of the tabloid and held it to the visible light of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a good face at it."It's an American language flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of urban center vestibule, completely undetectable by the man, Abaddon gave a deep laughter as he held out his hand. With a elasticity of his finger's breadth, the stallion pile was consumed by fervour, forcing everyone to jump-start back out of concern, watching as the sword lily burned.



One by one, the mainstay of man civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the entire instauration of high society to collapse.



Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the feeling of the late-morning sunshine on her half-naked body and the chance to sleep in. Her cat was curled up next to her, but without monition, it bolted up and jumped onto her back, refusing to lay or sit down.

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

A shadow shifted across her boldness, causing her to spread out her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended outside and his poop curling and swishing behind him."Good break of the day,"he said with no saying.

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

"I wanted to check off in on you. I haven't been so preoccupied with my Richard Morris Hunt that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to make for sure you weren't in danger or anything."

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

Selene was wearing cypher but a black-market thong and a jibe bra that was struggling to hold in her full breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could feel a very secure sense of foreplay as he gazed at her slender yet voluptuous human body. As usual, the long suit of these feelings of attractiveness welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his rousing, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a nigh 90º Angle to pull a pair of jeans out of the low-toned drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel loan-blend a jaw-dropping position of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shoal as he stared at her smooth-as-glass second joint and her wide-cut yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stripper to shame and could bounce a quarter across the way. Her melanise lace thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a length of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid's middle travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade skin, genus Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her groundwork into a pair of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the girdle being dragged tightly against the rachis of her legs, the way a Clay sculptor would drag a train across her creation in progress to throw it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the binding of her thighs with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to cream his back talk and keep his composure as his rushing rake began to expand 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 armored combat vehicle top in hand, she turned back to him."Well you've already seen me defenseless, so there is no grounds to be discrete,"she defended while raising her arms to slip on the top.

Baltoh instantly felt his stopcock stir as her breast seemed to amplify with the parallel lift of her weapon system."So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The white tank car top came down over her bosom, restoring his self-discipline. genus Selene swung her head from side to side, straightening out her long 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 person calls the police about a man with a tail and four wings watching multitude from their fire escape."

While it wasn't a grin, Baltoh's look lightened and he stepped into the way, first retracting his wing back into his eubstance and wrapping his farseeing tail around his shank. As he stepped through the doorway of her sleeping accommodation, genus Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't worry, the ring is mostly just a symbolic illusion of my Archangel position. If I want it to, I can name it interact with the earthly concern around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of easy, see ?"

He raised his hired hand and moved it back and Forth River through the closed chain of fire, not disturbing the flames in the slightest.

"So tell me, do you hold any memory of the people that you once were ? You seem to understand cultural references just OK,"she asked while setting up the coffee Almighty.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her flat and looked at everything on the walls and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time somebody in Hell crumble to dot, they've already undergone so much agony that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. nigh of the memories I get are of multitude's convention in their day-to-day lives, like their reason and views of their acculturation. While I don't remember ever meeting a doctor or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my agreement of this earth comes from first-hand experience. I've come to ground tens of M of times to scarper from Hell when I am overpowered and end is almost guaranteed. wayward to what you might consider, I am far from being the top of the nutrient chain."

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

"I remember fighting the Greek that sought to raze the urban center of Troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an public executioner in 16th century French Republic and behead crook, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old west, among other things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"Time in Hell moves at a much faster pace than in the human world, a single day here is an integral twelvemonth there. It's firmly to differentiate just how old I am as nether region has no seasons or yearly modification, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

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

"No thanks, I don't eat or swallow. demon and Gargoyles can eat human flesh in purchase order to retrieve their enduringness, but Angels and Archangels do not require aliment. In fact, we never have to"ease ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

Hell is actually rather small. The universe of it is just as boastfully as this one but the name ‘ Scheol'denotes both the entire realm and the one realm that is actually occupied by homo and diabolic spirits is a single planet in empty space. 95 % of the planet Hell covered by a sea of fervour that burns for all timelessness, but there is a place known as the Isle of the Damned. It's the simply landmass in all of Hell so it's the just place with only residents, and it serves as the incoming the planet, where most of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of zones, which each zone corresponding to a different sort of prisoner and different kind of penalty. The zone are divided up not only by the septet Deadly Sins, but by other gene and geographic factors. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing tortures and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can free them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my enemy don't have that trait. Even in Hell, beingness with Angel Falls or Demon energy are person, meaning that I'm not just killing the Lapp opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victims of setting and those who meant to do sound. suicide victim, heroes that have committed murder to get justice, and even people who committed offense completely by accident. Unfortunately, the majority of the mass in Hell are there only because of humble violation that never hurt anyone and caused any damage, but were still considered sins."

"You know, there is something that people have been wondering for a foresighted metre in this rural area ; do you go to Hell if you get an miscarriage ? They say its murder."

Baltoh scowled."Of line not ! What lunkhead told you abortion was execution ?"

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

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

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

"I do know that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the fit of these ruffle and I always find the faint scent of iniquity. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humans and using them to raise tension and campaign bedlam, though it has already gained momentum and no thirster requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news, but a charwoman just threw a flaming bottle of gasoline into a mosque while it was total of people. I got there instant after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no compunction in taking her biography. It's being seen everywhere : religious fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced sight ( I'll probably kill them later ), new dissent mathematical group are starting and they are patrolling the city with political star sign, and I've already found three dead bodies."

Selene stirred uncomfortably at the mention of murder."Are you really will to pop that easily ?"

detection her uneasiness, Baltoh looked at her in the recession of his eye and stood up."I'm not a series murderer that takes the life-time of sinless citizenry. My name means"righteousness"in the spoken communication of Heaven and I was born from the hate of evil of millions of Heron. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause harm and make others suffer, I use my hate to end the bedevilment they inflict and bring the justice that must govern. hatred is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its route, but my hatred is like Hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

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

"To be honest, I have no cue what the Demons are up to. I don't know if they're causing this topsy-turvydom because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their movements while they bring some plan to fruition. I can't tag them when they possess humankind, so unless they actually use their powers with enough energy for me to sense or their human hosts are caught within the rites of an dispossession, I can't find them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to wait, wait for one of them to reveal themselves or hold off until I can identify a possible pattern and predict where they will strike so that I can entrance them."

He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a feeling that things are going to continue to escalate. These acts of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this flame is just going to go along growing unless I can break them. If I can't find them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New House of York until I can get the state of affairs 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 awful and complicated that I can get involved in. I moved here because of how interesting New York is. Right now, you are the most matter to thing in the world, so I'm not leaving unless you leave."

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

"Always. Like most kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a small terror. I was always trying to bear on myself to my boundary and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't ascent that tree, you'll fall ”,"I don't care if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll trip ”. I was a well-behaved tyke, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one titan thinker challenge."

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

Selene laughed."My parents still keep my old sleeping room replete of my trophy, not to mention laurels from other school group. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to equilibrize preparation, mutant, school ball club, and a mixer living. It never got to me, because the more than I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and better I became. I was like a knife ; no topic 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 dummy of your spirit ?"Baltoh asked, becoming Sir Thomas More and more comfortable and lighthearted.

Selene's grin grew littler, but did not disappear."I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I've had twain boyfriends in my biography, but as you can see, they didn't last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could spend my lifetime trying to rise like a drop aspect or translate like a Word written in Latin."

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

Baltoh rested his chin on his hands the same way, looking into her eyes."What I was or what made she who I am should not matter, only who I am now should matter. You don't need a preceding to make a future, you only need a present 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 sustain some faith."

After the Holy Writ passed her brim, the homo and the crossbreed both became dumb, staring into each former's eye. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments of measurement so small that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their lips parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the tabular array, landing between them.

Selene and Baltoh jerked back and immediately felt the clinch of ineptitude around their chests.

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

As he turned around, about to become impalpable and notch through the wall, Selene spoke."Baltoh, make your time. You've piqued my interest group, so don't think you're leaving any clock time soon."

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the bulwark and point of the building and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fire flight of the construction across the street. His arms were crossed and he had a dour grin.

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



Selene and molly were sitting on a judiciary in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. oceanic abyss in the background, the sounds of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the paving sea was bustling with hoi polloi, all trying to enjoy the nice weather before it rose into the unbearable summertime temperatures.

"I had the offbeat dream lastly night…"Molly hummed as both char leaned back in the bench with their eyes closed, trying to souse up as very much sun as possible like a couplet of dozing cats.

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

"It was about that office Christmas company two twelvemonth ago,"molly said coyly, raising one palpebra and glancing at genus Selene. Without opening her eyes, Selene scowled.

"mollie, we agreed never to talk about that night, recollect ?"she hissed.

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

"Yeah, because we were both sot. think of what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each other for three months and I almost drop by the wayside my job because it was just too clumsy to be in the Sami building."

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

"Listen, I don't want to verbalise 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 daggers shooting from her oculus, but no affair how intemperately she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of computer memory in her judgement, and those memories were beginning to make her brace. Already she could feel her pussy dampening and her body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her firmness of purpose to finally break and a flashback to oversupply her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the stall maze with a half-full plastic cup and a striking stagger. This was the lastly time they would admit liquor, and for good intellect. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol point rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and More than drunk to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around almost of the building, but there was one station she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's role doorway, hoping she wouldn't hear her champion getting a moustache ride from their wretched boss. She did not discover the groan or physical body hand clapping of two the great unwashed having sex, but she heard an wave buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whine of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. mollie was sitting in her genus Bos'chairman, her blouse subject with her arms across her bare breasts, her thong and skirt on the story, and a vibrator being worked between her legs ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waistline down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

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

"genus Selene, close the door !"

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

Molly turned in the chair and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a cigarette without even turning it off."I was bored as sin, my vibrator was in my bag, and this is the most comfortable chair. beating-reed instrument is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober up plenty to drive. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

Selene was completely unaffected by the sight of her booster's lily-white D-cup white meat, landing strip-flat belly, smooth thighs, and wet shaved slit, and Molly seemed literally outdoors to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equation, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping ethanol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

Selene was dumb, letting her eyes wander around the office staff before inevitably coming back to her empty cup.

"Hey, could you aid 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.

crosswalk her pegleg, Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartner at write up time. Molly spread her ramification and only now did Selene seem a smidge skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

Molly handed her the vibrator."I just need you to bring this in me, just like a fuck machine. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a simple favour, like helping me paint my kitchen. Just aid me get off, it's not like I'll tell anybody about this. Come on, you would help oneself me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but bequeath, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger and thumb. She looked back and Forth at the toy and the disperse lips of her admirer's pussycat, hungry for pleasure. A theatrical role of her was saying that this was going a small too far, but the residual was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The light-haired drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the slick build of her moist interior. The audio of the intimate telephone call made Selene excited and unquiet, but she proceeded to incite the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a Walter Piston in Molly, the sweetly juice of her snatch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's finger. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash off her hands, she could sense herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted formulation of pleasure on Molly's beautiful face, the shift and jiggling of her bosom as her body trembled and she pinched her nipples, her savorless tum rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the fresh olfaction of her protagonist's pussy was making her body tremble with high temperature and fervor. True, she had never felt any kind of attraction to cleaning woman, at least no to a greater extent than a slight curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a pinch or arousal when molly bent over to beak something up or was showing a particularly sizable amount of cleavage. Selene often found her gaze wandering when molly was around, stirring her natural curiosity. And she had to admit that the symphony of Molly's moan and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a couple instant, she held the vibrator tightly with her full hand and was working it in her admirer with speedy f number, making Molly hollering and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

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

"Of course, I am delicious !"

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

Selene's whole physical structure became rigid as the phallic toy was forced into her rima oris against the back of her throat, nearly making her skunk from the sinfulness of her Quaker's tone. She tried to attract away, but Molly was holding her articulatio humeri and making her to suck it. Molly truly was a peremptory inebriate, but even with tears rolling down her grimace from the punishment of her throat, Selene was too drunk to palpate anything but joy at the luscious oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"neediness some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a grinning, molly got down on her knees and began working the dildo in her cunt, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side of meat while genus Selene licked the former, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blonde's kernel. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another stratum of fluid, then held it up and the two charwoman began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to meet. At first it was the svelte accidental touching, then strings of spit could be seen stretched between their sass, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of joy between her branch to continue.

The gorgeous blond and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their mouthpiece 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 script on Selene's shoulders, she laid her friend back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing nothing but her gamey heels.

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

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene's, slipping her natural language into her supporter's backtalk and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy-cheeked lipstick shades blending together, molly grasped Selene's hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the subject matter and inserted her finger's breadth into the wet opening, tickling molly's puss and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one script, Molly pulled off genus Selene's wench and panties with the former, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their interminable kiss. Both women began moving as mirror double, fingering each former while their natural language basically formed a double genus Helix. After a arcminute of petting, molly sat up and undo Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as genus 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 boob in short letter with their faces.

"come on, suck on them,"molly said coyly as her erect nipple hung just in above genus Selene's face.

Curious, subservient, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her mouth around Molly's mammilla, sucking on them hungrily and making mollie coo not just in physical bliss, but in the knowledge that she had crouch Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to reap the benefit. Molly lowered her head and pied Selene's areola with her natural language, taking unbelievable satisfaction in the taste and feel of her soft flesh.

For several minutes, the two woman sucked on each former's pap like leach, practically leaving hickeys on their pointing mamilla. With a coy smile, mollie finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect ass above Selene's face.

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

get-go pulling her foresighted blond whisker out of the way, Molly lowered her boldness and slid her tongue through the sloppy entrance to her slit, making Selene moan softly in euphory. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her head and buried her brass in mollie's perfect ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mime what old boyfriend had done to delight her as Molly's legato ass cheeks were clenched against the position of her human face. Molly gave the same moan and continued to go down on genus Selene, essentially turning the two women into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet twat, Molly purred and hummed from the gustation alone as she sucked up every delicious drib of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake snack. Beneath her, Selene was becoming More and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring molly, moving her glossa inside her friend the same way that mollie was moving her lingua in hers. She too was taking huge amount of money of delight in not just the feeling of the hot wet slit resting on her grimace, but the kinky excitement making her whole consistence bombilation at the softness of those delicious pussy brim and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her aphrodisiac friend.

With a grin, 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 Selene and using it to delineate forth more pussy succus to drink up. The bureau was filled with the sounds of the womanhood's moan of delight and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oils. Licking her smiling lips, Molly got up and shifted her exercising weight, sitting directly on Selene's face so that she was almost completely secret between her friend's curvy ass face. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in Selene and making her spread her peg wide, pointing her high hound at the ceiling.

"That's right-hand, dearest. biff my cunt,"Molly purred as she ran her lingua up genus Selene's smooth leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.

Beneath her, Selene was desperately trying to catch her breathing space between slurps, but mollie's naked physical body was covering her face every second. molly finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of fresh air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her twat and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene's font back between her toned ass.

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

Selene obeyed with horny excitement, pushing her tongue as far into molly's asshole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. Molly gripped her chest until the pale skin turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist flesh. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her thinker and her endocrine were screaming that it was addictively delicious and her rub down pussy lips wanted the pleasure to never end, not to mention that mollie's balmy legato ass felt amazing on the side of meat of her human face. Her dedicated efforts were driving Molly insane in ecstasy, making her abandon her bosom and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her fingers 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 muddy crustal plate. genus Selene had a drunken smile on her side as mollie's glossa ran up her face.

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

Molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the floor, desperate for a second course of delightful twat. genus Selene moved up over mollie's face, but in the reverse focus when their roles had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her lick her twat. The 2d Molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater pressure on her attendant backtalk as Molly's tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible delight being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling mollie's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a minor desktop feng shui guts garden. She was completely infatuated with the full softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of Nepeta cataria.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's essence, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, rightfield between her legs. Upon its insertion, molly nearly arched her back in hug drug, for the touch of the toy shaking every single centimeter of moist figure in her cunt and the soft delectability of Selene was almost more than she could address. Before long, Selene craved more from Molly ; she wanted to know what her friend had experienced. She changed her office, getting on all fours with her mammilla pointing at the ceiling. Molly took the content and practically dove into Selene's tight whoreson, flirting her lingua in and out of her anus while relishing the effeminacy of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so good. Keep licking, keep licking it,"genus Selene growled as she rubbed her pussycat and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to devolve off residue.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against molly's face while the blond nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her whoreson. Before long, Selene's thighs were burning like furnaces and she had to unhorse Molly's jiggling tongue. Like molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her friend's brass like an ice cream cone.

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so Molly took the opening move. Nearly scraping Selene with her in high spirits heels in her fervor, mollie interlocked the two women's ramification. Very gently, the smooth lips of their snatch kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.

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

grin and licking their lips, the two stunner began rubbing against each other, letting their pussy lips aggressively kiss and smother each early over and over again. Their groan reached new grade of volume and tone as the indistinctness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their glassy smooth organic structure as their thighs clapped against each other over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their organic structure moved in rhythm method, they each reached out and knead each other's tit, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several bit until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their pussycat were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juice, without ever breaking their wet osculation. The two charwoman lied back, panting like frank in the summertime from their exertion. Their eubstance were both covered in a glistening film of swither, spit, and vaginal juices, catching the luminance and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

detection her breathing place first, Molly sat up and swathed her hand in the wet variety between their pussy and licked it off as if it were H2O from the fountain of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing genus Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her glossa. She continued to move up, licking the sweat off Selene's luscious breasts, kissing her neck opening, and finally locking sassing with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The animal kiss revived Selene, and she could finally finger the effects of the intoxicant wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling Molly and at her own naked soundbox, suddenly filled with a mix of ignominy and confusing.

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



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

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

This undeniable pleasance was probably why Selene forgave molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained best friends. As a lot as she denied it, in her subconscious, the lone ground why she never took Molly up on her sexual offer was because she didn't want to refine their friendly relationship any advance. Though as the memories flashed through her mind, genus Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some space from Molly so that she could earn her mind.

Trying to continue her clit from shivering in stimulation with with child intensity, Selene stood up and walked off.



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the daycare center from which they had killed half of the children and taken the residuum to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit cd, notes, and pic of the drained and missing tiddler, while the street was covered in meth and broadsheet from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their indignation at how such a spoof could accept position and what kind of man their small fry were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the demon, they had made their dead body invisible to keep the luminousness from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his mitt as if he were a mime and licked his rim."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and rage that each breathing place is euphoric. Attacking the nipper was a wise motion, as now the humans of this urban center are close-fitting to rioting from fear for themselves and their be intimate ace and anger that this was allowed to hap. I don't know which is more delectable, the form and blood of those children or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human man. However, with my great power at its upper limit spirit level and this metropolis acting as the perfect fosterage ground of malice and distress, the only way the variable could be unspoiled aligned is if we were performing this on a blaspheme entombment terra firma while torturing a few delectable humans,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his fork tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly smell out your power during the ritual. I'll preserve him off your back while it happens, just make sure as shooting you don't diaphragm and you work as fast as possible."

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

Regaining his grinning, Abaddon crouched down and held out a flyspeck severed helping hand."The rip of a child, for a niggling superfluous portion,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red pool on the ground.

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

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

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the reservoir of the grim power stratum he was sensing.



A howling winding blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the crank in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the sidewalk. The pool of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a impassioned membrane about ten ft in diameter with the two Demons at the very border. Black lightning crackled above the membrane and a with child shadow could be seen underneath the burning vitrified surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten Angel appeared. The men and women were dressed in Theodore Harold White monastic robes and looked to be in their other thirties.

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

"I'm not certain if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will shew to be an interesting fight."He cackled, holding out his weapon to his sides. A sickening sliding phone emanated from his radiocarpal joint as two blades of melanise steel burst out of the rear of his hands, parallel of latitude with his blazonry and each protruding More than a fundament past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his sword, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angel Falls were combining their power to summons a repairing barrier around the domain. Normally it would encompass only about a hundred foundation, but in this subject, the illusionary dome had a r of a good kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the daemon blocked his attack with one of his sword and aimed his free hand at Michael."Demon Art : Dark pulsation !"

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

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the scatter gust, but with the Angels working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the hybrid delivered a devastating recoil to the Demon's gut, knocking him through the air like a Lucy Stone being skipped across water. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his pincer and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like nates, but the clank was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his world power in a annihilating 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 colligate, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of fatal flames, slamming into them with more power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of building. Thick swarm of debris and smoke billowed from the construction that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the smutty flames.

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

The moment of oneness 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 derriere around Rimmon, gripping him with bone-crushing force, and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : divinity fudge Ray !"

The integral street was lit up as a blanket but focused golden laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the daemon as the equal and opposite of the wickedness Pulse spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's attending was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his blade, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his fiend wing. Sparks flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the brand, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the hybrid could retaliate, Michael placed his hand on his foe's backstage and shouted a go."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ saint Art : Holy big H Roar !'

In a blinding flash bulb, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an burst on par with that of a Stinger missile. Wrapped in dope and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the nook of the building next door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could give birth another fire, Rimmon opened up his protective fender cocoon and lashed out, delivering a virgule across Michael's chest and sending a spattering of blood across the wreckage of the construction around them.

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

In a rent irregular, the total metropolis block was riddled with lustrous glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a favourable plosion, so powerful that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud cloud. At the edge of the plosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his focusing on the summoning ritual while the ten backer that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to keep open the roadblock from shattering under the combined power of the three fighters.



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



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

Looping his fingerbreadth around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a 12 copies of the ring of golden visible light, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the halo flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the rings of lightness swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the demon and cross.

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

Stretching like rubber, his tail assembly extended to several clock time its own length and gained a metal durability while retaining its tractableness. Swinging his bum wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the city. The rings of visible light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut holes in buildings and even downing a few street posts.

The battle had now moved, and the cross, Archangel, and daimon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the barrier to keep on the battle from destroying the urban center, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the memories of citizenry in the battlefield and repair the damage. Already, the holy man had removed half of the hoi polloi in the sphere, and none of them would remember a affair. Not in a hundred years had so many Angels been called from heaven to suppress such a high story of destruction.

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

A deep crack boxed everyone's ears as a channeled dash of golden vigor was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight centering. It was not true electric lightning, but it had similar focal ratio and power.

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

A bright flash of black light flared before him as a table-sized headstone materialized, covered in etching of skulls and Hellscript symbolisation. The bolt of lightning struck the headstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the divinity fudge Ray, its penetrability came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could strike Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their swords locked, and cursed when the archangel spread his wings.

"saint Art : Age of Reason Flash !"

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

Baltoh opened his extension once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an seism, the street opened up like a blossoming prime into a cryptic crater and every window in the area was reduced to glaze over gunpowder, filling the air like dust. Michael's centre rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness from the pain of the encroachment, but such a blow would only knock him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his centre as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, despairing to crap a lethal strike. Without any effort, he swung his blade and knocked the blades aside the blink of an eye the devil came in his range, then in a single fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a mighty kick to the Demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a pocket-size crater forming every fourth dimension he touched the ground.

Moving so fast that he was practically invisible, Baltoh caught up with the skidding monster and grabbed him by the fount, slamming him down into the paving and dragging him along while carving a trench in the street like a plow through a field. Ignoring the hurting of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to stab Baltoh, but the ranking entity tilted his head to the side and dodged the attempt. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his tail end like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retreat to avoid the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a c meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the blade of Michael, stopping the archangel's slash with his bare hand. Like the rope of a gin instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail snapped around Michael's ankle, and with occult strength, he flung the Angelica Archangelica towards the side. Michael crashed into the movement of the Chrysler building and drilled a hole straight through it with his trunk before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining residue in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the kettle of fish blasted through the building.

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

Like a pair of rapid-fire shotgun full of birdshot, his wings began launching hundreds of feathers each second gear, with each one glowing with a white aura and packing to a greater extent power than a .50 armor-piercing type slug. With a calm expression on his cheek, Baltoh began swinging his steel with unacceptable speed, moving his arm so fast that his movements were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A astray deluge of sparks flashed in nominal head of Baltoh as he deflected every single feather that would make struck him. The eternal rest of the arrow peppered the land around and behind him, pocking the sidewalk and soil with head-sized craters and kicking up clouds of debris and Mary Jane.

Getting to his pes, Rimmon raised his hand and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"daimon Art : Monster Slash !"

Bringing down his handwriting diagonally like the vane of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of energy from his pincer, razor dilute and faster than lightning. In a one moment, five lines appeared on everything within the two-dimensional airplane of his slash. Cut by the Demon's attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a whale laser, the entire top-third of the building slid cleanly off the diagonal cut marker, with Baltoh right in its itinerary.

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

Moving so fast that he was inconspicuous, Michael flew down to the street at ace speed, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a hundred time from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The devil and Archangel both pointed their forefinger fingerbreadth at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler Building dropping towards him with the tip of the tugboat careening straight towards his lieu, they shouted their spells.

"Demon Art : wickedness pulsing !"Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of condensed phantom energy.

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

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

Balling his men into clenched fist, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic bellow that was louder than a jet engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of Elwyn Brooks White and black power rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a atomic explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock, while the Chrysler construction was instantly vaporized upon tangency with the surface, as well as every construction in the surrounding area.

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

The Angels manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their knees trying to keep the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside world, but even they couldn't covering up the shockwave it released. fart flooded the entire city of New House of York with alone posture, shattering thou of windows, knocking mass off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping king personal line of credit to shreds, setting off every car alarm clock, and causing buildings throughout the metropolis to shake violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the swarm above parted as if a nuclear bomb calorimeter had been set off in the aura. Already, the hundreds of angel that had arrived to the city, as well as hundreds more arriving from heaven at that very moment, were using their index to recreate the area as it had been before the battle, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With cold-blooded f number, they put back all of the evacuated hoi polloi in the exact same posture that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unhurt, removed any memories of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to distrust a thing.

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

As the password were spoken, a familiar gumption of dread shot through his mind like an electric stream. He looked to the E, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the power of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.

"But my missionary station is not unadulterated,"he cursed before spreading his wings and flying east towards the source of the ominous presence.



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

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

From the trucking rig permeable hepatic portal vein to hell, a dark object rose up in the street like the deal of a zombie bursting up from the grassy grease of its grave. The objective was a towboat, ten feet in diameter and forty ft in tallness, made of calcareous obsidian and covered in ruddy symbols. The base of the column was adorned with cutting of homo skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style waver bed of different bones and limb. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle face was carved in each slope, all with the claim Saame expression. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one head, above the very center of the obelisk.

An undeniable intonation sound began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple mystifying vocalization murmuring cuss in Hellscript. The dagger began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in volume. Above the city, dark storm cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapors. Throughout the metropolis, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colors and shapes and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the being of the dagger was sending riffle through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ominous subjugation, people throughout the urban center began to palpate sick to their tum and lightheaded, as the dark malevolence of the artifact poisoned their brain like a toxic miasma.

"Even if Baltoh destroys this obelisk, it does not matter, the fact that it can exist in this world is all that I need. Soon our programme will amount to fruition, and the end of 24-hour interval will be at script,"he said with a dark laugh before becoming intangible and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hands balled into fist so tightly that blood trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his monster incline, making it difficult to suppress his violent itch. He despised these artifacts for their unnaturally hefty influence, not to mention he found their mindless evil highly disturbing.

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

"Baltoh,"a lenient voice gasped. The loan-blend turned around, spotting Selene.

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

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

"Sorry, I didn't want to get in your way again. It took everything I had to expect until you were done fighting before I finally came to find you, I wanted to piss for certain you weren't hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her voice light and her oculus closed.

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

As if liquid igniter were running through her vein, Selene's dead body began to glow as the commencement trance repaired the affects of the dagger's metaphysical miasma and the mo spell wrapped her in a thin layer of holy energy, protecting her from any further affects. Selene's eyes opened and she took a bass shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"genus Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her head, trying to take the last traces of stupefaction.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the dagger, and ignoring her fear, genus Selene followed him."Demons will occasionally use these in engagement, as it provides a considerable effectiveness cost increase, not to advert it energizes the evilness intent of all the feeling around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the speciality of an United States Army of Gargoyles and set them unleash upon me, or fortify the disgraceful hearts of the truly evil human being residents of Hell to help them join together to form a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human humanity, but just being here could drive the people of this city so hazardous with rage and spitefulness that they could rip New House of York apart like a ingroup of rabid wolves."

All her lifetime, Selene had craved challenges, craved the flavour of care at trying something new and arouse ; bungee jumping, sky-diving, mountain climbing, that sort of thing. But being so close to this cursed tower, the care that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her untamed imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt like at any second, something painful was about to happen, or that the dagger was alive and staring straight at her, like a in series killer before he makes his move. This crippling sentience of apprehension and terror sent shivers up her spine and made her flavor like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking reliever, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to acknowledge that holding Selene's hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just break. Even if I subdue it to disperse, it will still experience heavily negatively charged affects, just like radioactive waste. I can blast it with stark holy energy and try to hide it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and better way…"

Snapping his digit, Baltoh opened up a portal to Hell right beneath the tower. Instantly, the dagger fell through the portal as if it had been set on a frozen lake and the ice had broken under its weightiness. With another snap of his digit, he closed his fingerbreadth, sealing the cursed artefact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, holy man and Angelica Archangelica have the ability to enter and result the three realms at any time, even Hell."

"Do you have any idea why they brought that affair ?"she asked, glad 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 engagement to move so far away, and if they had some other reasonableness for it, such as to fortify their Gargoyles or cause more havoc in this urban center, then I don't understand why they would just abandon it or not hide out it in a blank space where I might not be able to sense their activity. They knew I would find it, why would they go through all that effort to muster it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that obelisk for no understanding other than the act itself."

"fountainhead maybe it was just practice. Is there anything else they can marshal ?"

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

He was cut off as a quick glint of light-colored caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail assembly 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 fiend's target, Baltoh gave a furious roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed bottom before it could strike Selene. Growling like an animate being, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an bowling alley after having just barely survived the bam that ended the battle. Almost every inch of outer shape had been burned off his eubstance, leaving only singed bare musculus and cauterized veins, not to mention that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this woman ? ! You will repent for your monster sinning, and you will suffer the most painful death that your vile kind can experience ! Angel Art : final exam excruciation !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to sever his own tail so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a large white crucifix burst out of the earth behind him, measuring twenty fundament in elevation and eight feet wide-eyed at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a roar of terror as whips with piece of jagged metal braided into the string wrapped around his limbs and trunk and slammed him against the interbreeding, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless consistency. unable to act, Rimmon could do little more than howl as a three declamatory nails materialized, the first two driving through his palms and the third piercing his ankles and securing them to the face of the chief beam. The final exam simplicity came in the manakin of a crown of thorns, which acted like a shackle around the Demon's fountainhead, tying him to the vertical beam of the hybridisation with blood running down his brass. At least, a spear blade appeared before him and was plunged into the demon's pectus, piercing his black heart.

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

In roaring flash bulb, a bonfire of golden fire flared up at the base of the crossbreed, reaching up and curling around the distress daimon. Already bleeding to death with a ruptured heart and no skin to cover his lacerated muscular tissue, Rimmon gave one final stage howl of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his body, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In to a lesser extent than half a instant, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the crucifixion apparatus all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his eubstance like pedigree from a fatal injury, and genus Selene was staring at him with astray eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much to a greater extent calm air and collected. I don't know what happened."

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her easygoing mitt on his face. The gentle signature and pinnace care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her manus calmed his body and removed the last traces of strain from battle. But while this sweet touch sent undulation of bliss through his body, Baltoh felt a pocket billiards of care and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

He stepped away and broke the connectedness between them. genus Selene watched with sorrow in her heart as he flapped his annex and flew away, fleeing from her and his own emotions.





Chapter 4



The night was an unusually noisy one from sirens blaring in the background as cops sped throughout the city to serve malicious mischief and Assault cry. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming Sir Thomas More and more helter-skelter and the masses were becoming more utmost with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, pillars of gage were wafting from two burning buildings. One was a Planned parentage that had been set ablaze by some crazed pro-lifers, and the early was a community heart where an anti-Obama right-wing rallying was being held, before some vernal democrats through in some pyrotechnic and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the ceiling of a van in a dark street, devoid of sparkle or people. On the undercoat nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed quarter round into his hand, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the pain to exonerate his mind of his confusing mentation and smell for Selene and stay focused on the mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my lifetime have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the firmness to defend and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this urban center and being around her gag my will and pass on me ineffective to oppose at my premier ? I should take in been able to vote out Abaddon and that early Demon with a picnic of my fingers, Michael should have been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their mightiness hidden, tracking down my fair game should have only taken one or two or three days at most. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every thought of her blow out the flame in my soul ?'

He held out his script, letting the lineage trickle from the wound in his palm and drip on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his deal, the persuasion of Selene continued to swirl through his mind, leaving him just as mix up as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a strange hotshot zipped through his mind. It wasn't an upsurge in Demon muscularity or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could feel something through the plume he had given her. It was meant to tell him if she was in danger so that he could come up her and help her, but in all money plant, that had just been a surmisal, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy strong-arm bodily process and a cascade of thoughts running through her thinker. If she had been attacked again, then the form on her consistency and brain would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to kill her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

Spreading his fender, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so a great deal force 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 placement, tracking his own energy signature in the feather he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her apartment. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her home ? Was individual breaking into her apartment ?

"holy person Art : Crusading Canter !"

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



Baltoh landed on Selene's fervidness leakage and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the slightest physical disturbance. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the blood rush from his body and puddle in his cock.

Lying in her bed was genus Selene, completely naked and far from being asleep. Her right had was interfering stroking the noticeably-wet lip of her cunt while she was using her left wing bridge player to squeeze and massage her breasts, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the rest succeeding to her and she was brushing her face against the feather sown on the front like a cat against a furniture corner. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her finger's breadth, genus Selene would reach a soft coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the setting being forever printed in his computer storage. Watching genus Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the plume against her side left Baltoh more confused and aroused than ever before in his life. Just the first five seconds of looking at her had given him an erection that would put a man to shame.

Selene's sonant coos turned into a mollify moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her pussy to full introduction of her digit. Moving her fingers in and out of her grab, genus Selene writhed and stretched with her whole trunk trembling in arousal. With her left hired hand, she began squeezing her bosom more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to cultivate her finger's breadth faster and with more energy, sending ripples through her well toned form as she fucked herself with majuscule speeding. Her moans quickly began to increase in stridence and volume and she even moved her left hand from her diffuse breasts to the border of the bed, holding on for affectionately life story. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic mirth as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic juices. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her Diospyros ebenum body. Baltoh's external respiration was threatening as he watched her finally become composure and relaxed, while his rock-hard cock remained potent than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to return asleep, Selene did something that made the cross's jaw drop. With a tired smile on her typeface, she removed her digit from wet twat and held them over her look. Reaching up with her glossa, she wrapped her lips around her finger's breadth, sucking away the oil from her organic structure. Baltoh could not stop a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum muck from the headland of his turncock.

While Selene licked her finger clean and jerk of her succulent juices, she reached into her bedside table and pulled out a red dildo, almost the size of a cucumber, but not as large as Baltoh's throbbing erection. Rolling over onto her tummy, she got on her workforce and stifle and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the lip of her scratch with the dildo.

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost ascendence and pulled out his cock. Due to him being originally born as a Demon ( a primal creature driven by animalistic instinct along with the malevolency of the past times sprightliness that made it ), he was quite bosomy but without any of the cactus-like ridge of a monster, due to his archangel body. Being careful not to knick himself with his claw, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his consistency. It was a good affair that he was indiscernible to mortals, as every bowel movement of his script made him grunt in relief.

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

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

"Come on child, fuck me harder,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up velocity, ramming the dildo into her puss with renewed dynamism.

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

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her mouthpiece, sucking on it with enjoy as she savored the taste 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 board. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the middle of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the front of the pile, while tying both destruction of the scarf joint to the side of the headboard tightly, so that the stack of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come free.

Using the lot of pillows to create room for her branch between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her pussy. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her hands and knees 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.

observation genus Selene's liberal tit swing and bounce each metre she forced the toy into her swollen pussy, Baltoh could palpate an orgasm welling in his cock, the first in his life. Picking up pep pill, 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 loudly moan as she had her final orgasm of the night and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after stream of semen sprayed from the oral sex of his shaft and soaked the metrical 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 tabular array and the extra pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's relief, she didn't touch modality any of the semen that had landed on the animal foot of her bed, and just lied down underneath the covers and closed her eyes.

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija Board in the bell pillar of the Riverside Church, made from the skin from a woman's back with the numbers and letters written in stemma, and the magnetic disc for communication had been carved from the brainpan of her unborn baby. Both had been a very Delicious snack. The Demon held his manus over the medium and Shirley Temple lightning began to stream from his palm.

"Lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our delegacy. Rimmon proved ineffectual against Baltoh and my strength is no amend. The exam summon was a success, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the next stage with Baltoh around, as he will hunt down me down and down me before any activeness can be completed. I seek new orders."

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

"tyro Gargoyle spawning initiative and use them as bait while more Demons are summoned. We can only afford up one Sir Thomas More doorway before you are cut off permanently, constitute it bet,"the disk spelled out.

"Another thing, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human womanhood, as he has been seen making frequent stops to the dwelling of one Selene Kurland. His powers are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you have any orders or suggestions ?"

Again the disk began to move."Continue to supervise her, but do not try to set on her. She is keeping him confused, so killing her would do nil but focus his psyche back on you, not to advert it would actuate his rage."

"Yes My Lord, and I already have it away how to create some Gargoyle reinforcements…"



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the fire escapism of an office edifice. As usual, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this time, the thoughts and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every time he blinked, the entire scene of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his plumage pressed against flashed before his center. He already had a pulse erection as he thought back to it, and in the trench confines of his creative thinker, he felt cloggy regret for not revealing himself that night, for not being open about his comportment while he watched Selene, and letting the events of the night bowl on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two choices : he could either confront Selene and his put off opinion, or he could stay away from her, finish the mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very persuasion of speaking to her about this made him be sick with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just allow her, not physically or emotionally. He had to cypher this out, or it would stalk him for the quietus of eternity.

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



Selene and mollie were sitting out in the sun at table in front of a coffee bar restaurant. Both were drinking frost umber, and while Molly was having a knit stitch salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the for the first time clip. They often came here for lunch, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a turning that shook Selene with surprise.

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

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

"All the clip. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing dearest missive that I never mail and now just put refreshful stamp battery in my vibrator,"she said casually, making Selene choking coil on her soup.

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

"Well talking about being a kid brought out my inner child, and my inner child wanted to see if I could get you to shoot soup out our nozzle like milk. Right now, my internal minor and I are high-fiving in achiever,"Molly bragged as she skewered several lettuce leaves with her ramification and dipped them in a puddle of salad grooming."So what's this guy's name ?"

Selene hesitated before answering, knowing that this could be dangerous. She would never betray Baltoh's trust in her and splatter his closed book, but there was just something about him that she had to tell someone.

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

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

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

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

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

"Then why did you convey him up if you weren't going to answer all of my interrogation ? ! Do you have any idea how despairing I am to see out now ? !"

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

Before Molly could ease up her advice, a chorus line of call coming from the next street cut her off. Everyone on the pavement turned in the direction of the audio, which had slowly been growing over meter but was now unacceptable to ignore, especially with the constabulary sirens blaring.

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

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

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

newspaper clipping through an alley, the two women crossed over to the next street, where a full-on fight between the police and a horde of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and zip could be heard but the endless vociferation of craze and the sounds of protest sign striking bacchanal cuticle. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest chemical group were robbing the edifice along the street as well as just in the arena, using the excitement as a natural covering for their criminal offense. Every second that passed brought more roister cops and even more protestors.

With crystalline thigh-slapper shields and pitch-dark Kevlar lawsuit, the officeholder were more than prophylactic 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 other in one charge. Those at the front of the swarm beat their signs and fists against the officers'shields, desperately trying to break through and last as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the pain in the neck of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the officeholder's golf club. With bleeding faces and split finger, those that were unable to fight any foresighted tried to hale between the two architectonic plates that were the cops and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper spray. Many never made it out, and were forced to the ground where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few minutes, a cop behind the barrier would thrust a teargas canister into the crowd, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

Selene and mollie stood in the alley, neither one courageous enough to jump off into the disturbance and get the dogshit beaten out of them. This was a matured saturnalia, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would protrude flying. Pondering what to do, the women were shocked as a Edward Young man, barely 19, was thrown from the mob of protestors and into the alleyway with a bleeding foreland wound.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with worry, crouching down beside him with tissue paper from her handbag and helping wipe the roue off his unshaved face. The man did not react, only shook his top dog from side to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"mollie asked.

"Some kids… were sitting on a bench when some asshole… with a badge walked up to them,"he began, constantly swallowing to crystalise his throat and find his mental bearings."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal protestation. The fat nooky pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the unanimous matter into these teenagers'faces ! One girl was scream… screaming in pain, and when her young man jumped up to punch the cop, he got tased for almost half a minute, and that bastard laughed while he did it.

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

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

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, inaudible and invisible to human eyes, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his lip. He wished he had been given fiat to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic ass, not to cite a toothsome meal. Alas, he was ordered to supervise only, so fancy would have to do, until he could try out her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shell of the belly laugh police force like Irani against Hellene, he breathed in the deplumate gas like it was the smell of a sweet flower and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the results were better than he dared dream.

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

Taking a late breathing place, he expanded his lungs to their utmost size and volume, saturating it with his malevolent energy, while making sure that Baltoh would not be able-bodied to sense the activity. Once the air in his lungs was evil enough, he exhaled, releasing a black cloud into the host of masses, with them completely unaware and ineffectual to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the disastrous fumes rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by movements in the air, but by the anger and rage that every somebody was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"devil Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the spell would work quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on itinerary, having picked up Abaddon's power degree the irregular he raised them to utter the trance. Flying about the urban center, he watched in astonishment as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one direction, like ants all racing to their queen.

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



There were well over two c people now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and painful sensation to engender at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the constabulary, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their headway. Catching the negative zip billowing like sens from a tire fervency, the black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate clouds and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized swarm, identical flesh could be seen taking form and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human baby, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their Fang, pincer, and wings began to grow. Standing in the alley, Selene felt a very cold shiver crawl up her prickle, as if someone was breathing on the rear of her neck while touching her bare cutis with an ice cube. She wrapped arm around her tummy, suddenly nauseous and filled with apprehension. She did not sleep together 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 genus Selene looked like she was about to faint.

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



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

Stretching his poop like a spider creating a rail 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 founding, Baltoh shot down like an eagle towards a fish just below the surface of a river.

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

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could follow him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The frustrated hybrid only had sufficiency time to birth a body-splitting boot to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle stemma in all counseling. In the time it took for Baltoh to realize that Abaddon had escaped, contain himself after delivering the kick, and try to figure out the focussing in which the fiend was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to reach the border of the city and had ended the tour to proceed his power hidden.

With his whole soundbox shaking, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic roar like that of lion, howling in frustration. That beastly call was so large in volume that almost every window within a half-kilometer spoke shattered from the shockwave, though not a 1 living tool could even learn it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to set on genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his destination of gaining reinforcer and got away with it was the source of his rage. He was used to Demons running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their life once the vast deviation in strength became unmistakable. In infernal region, well over half of every Demon combat resulted in his prey managing to hightail it, but this time was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed free in the human world, lives were being lost.

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

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

"Baltoh…"she murmured softly while Molly tried to continue her wench from flying up.

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

Baltoh looked up at the intruder and released an animalistic maze, barring his fang. Holding his manus down low, he materialized his sword and delivered an uppercut stroke as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two blade clashed with a rainbow of sparks, but with ease, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a tabular array saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the chest, inflicting a wound that would be fatal to any human being, and launching the Archangel like a golf game globe with stemma pouring from his back talk.

With Michael incapacitated and no other interruptions, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his vim was causing to cease. Below him, mass were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, rupture gassed, peppered with broken chicken feed from Baltoh's holler, and knocked off their human foot by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the riot cops were retreating after what had just happened.

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



Abaddon stood over a bedding material of monster, all grouped together and feasting on a great deal of freshly slain corps in the living room of a house on the outskirts of the city. All the furniture had been smashed to pieces, the windows covered, and the door locked, giving the savage the purdah they needed while they grew and matured. With each sharpness they took, their heftiness grew in size and force, and their monstrous seventh cranial nerve device characteristic became sharper and more distinguishable.

"That's justly my tike, provender, feed and get strong. I need you to be as mighty as potential if you are to act as the martyr for the end of days."

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

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy president in genus Selene's flat with his digit tented, waiting in the dark for Selene to come home plate. While his dead body was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to pick the words he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life story had he been so confused and so aflutter, and all at the thought and presence of a mere human.

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

"Selene…"

The calling of her name spun Selene around with broad eyes and she stared at Baltoh, trying to catch her breath at the spate 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 consequence,"he mumbled as he stood next to her, leaning against the island table. She almost seemed taken back by the question.

"No, of row not ! I just… I was just trying to process what happened today in the street between the copper and the protestors, it's all over the news as the cock-a-hoop clash in the Occupy history."She then smiled and gave a soft laugh."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 verbalise to you about, it's not about my mission, demon, angel, 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 imagine the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the table, unable to see her gaze.

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into universe as a monster that was born from the rage and pain of heroes that suffered for eons in Inferno, and I have lived my entire life for the single purpose of fighting and slaying evil. But you… whenever I look at you or think about you… it's like stepping out of a raging pit and into a waterfall. I feel all my ira melt away and I lose the will to campaign for anything early than you."

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

"Not in my entire existence have I ever been so broken as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt, and I can not recall, because you occupy every opinion that enters my mind. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to hold back my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever complete my commission and perhaps ever find consolation, I need to solve this confusedness once and for all, and I need the answer to this interrogative ; even if I can not properly line how I feel about you, do you feel the Sami way about me ?"

genus Selene licked her lips first with a look of precariousness, then with a modest smile.

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

The verbalize words struck Baltoh like a stale hint of air and he stared at her almost in awe.

With her smiling small but cutter, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't know how to explain it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few clip, but my heart and my body ache for you. I haven't developed tactile sensation like this for someone this quickly since I was a small girlfriend, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two one-half of a Swiss people vigil, so many specific paraphernalia and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own piece of music and no one else's. True individualism is unsufferable in this human beings, but I know with my bosom and someone that you are the only one who can possibly fill out me."

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

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interesting things in the macrocosm, and you are practically providential in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the very warmness of the existence. My flavour for you are only equaled by my lust, as I know that you can satisfy every want I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to know the mystery that is you, and I want to avail you with all of the hatred in your heart."

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

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

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

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

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

After almost a minute of their lip joining like two waves and separating, the kiss was ended, and genus Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her dark bedroom. interior, the only root of illumination was Baltoh's burning gloriole, casting dancing shadows upon every surface. Lying back on the bed, genus Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his dress, revealing the numerous scars that pocked his sinew and the two cornet hidden beneath his cowling. Pulling off his knickers, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of awe and awe. Right now, genus Selene was wondering if it would anguish and if this was one challenge that would beat her. With his tail flicking like that of a cat on the search, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lips locked, he reached up to unmake the buttons of her whiteness blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his handwriting up, cutting through the clit threads on her blouse with the pincer on his index finger, exposing her house breasts, barely held in by her lacing bra. Selene grasped the piece of intimate apparel before Baltoh could learn a hook to it, letting her titmouse spring detached like airbags.

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

genus Selene laid her head back and purred in sexual exhilaration as she felt Baltoh power play and massage the melon-sized agglomerate of human body, physically inspecting every centimeter of soft skin, while of course being careful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

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

He moved back and forth between her bountiful tits, wrapping his long tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every patch of exposed skin. Sucking on her nipples like a finger-trap around a finger, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the sensitive nerve conclusion to the point that Selene was nearly chewing off her low-pitched lip in celebration.

"Oh god, you're driving me crazy !"she groaned with her script stroking the brim of her wet puss.

remembering back to his human past life history in terms of the motility of intimacy, Baltoh decided to move on. Lowering his head, he dragged his forked spit down her insipid belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely heroic for it, Selene stopped him to remove her doll and moist thong. With her knee on his articulatio humeri, Baltoh held his fountainhead just above the soft wet lips of her pussy, which carried the faint odour of the scoop from her close cascade.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his clapper, giving a quick clout that nearly made genus Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long tongue in between the lips like an appliance cord into a bulwark socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity discernment of her juicy insides. He pressed his lips against the logic gate of Eden, slurping on Selene's puss like he was trapped in a peach and could only use his mouth to escape.

Selene could not contain her moans as she felt Baltoh get the bent of orally pleasuring her, making her total miserable consistency stimulate from the cloud nine. Her birdcall doubled in book as he fully inserted his clapper into her pussycat, licking her furthermost deepness of her soft interior and mixing his spittle with her juice. Selene basically had to bite down on her pillow to keep from screaming in intimate hysteria as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his sassing massaged and tickled the opening. She had her hired hand on the back of his head, pushing his face deeper into her sweet cunt and holding onto his car horn like handlebars, while he savored the ineffable taste perception and slurped up her juices like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every end drop out of his water bottle.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an surge in the amount and mouthful of the juices that flooded her twat hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the taste of her sexual climax. The climax lasted for almost half a minute, finishing with Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing impenetrable and her eyes 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 respond, only smiled and gave the ready exhale of a laugh. Using his clawed hands very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his dick and slowly guided it to her Bill Gates of paradise, pressing the header against the moist, sonant lips. Wrapping his tail around the bed in tense prediction, Baltoh slowly pushed his raise tool into genus Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his back and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his tooth at the incredible concentration of her pussy, but after Thomas More than two transactions for slowly forcing it in like a bullet into a tight parking spotlight, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his fender had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't hint, as she could birth sworn the head 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 expression on her face.

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

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as potential, he slowly pulled out of her, with genus Selene trembling at the sudden plenty removal. Leaving only the head inside, he gave her a minute to brace herself for the next introduction. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet slit, using her juices as lubricating substance. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and misprint adept of sexual fill. Having buried his turncock all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to whir in pleasure.

Taking a risk of infection, he pushed his pecker into her swollen snatch in a single stroking, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the mysterious penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really be active. Taking the right view above her, he began working the cock in and out of her in tenacious, steady chance event, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally move at a comely speed, Baltoh let his body continue on automatic pilot while he mentally processed the different feelings that his cock was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the unspeakable sissiness of each bump, ridge, and fold in her pussy. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any pain and was now moaning like an opera singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her fingers into his back.

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

Changing position, he sat up on his bounder and grabbed Selene's thighs, using them to cling onto her as he doubled his swiftness. With each mightily jabbing into his devotee, Baltoh licked and chewed on his backtalk as he watched her tits bounce and roll wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in exaltation, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an seism of biblical proportions was rocking the building, and her moans of euphoria were replaced with a deep gasping call as the head of his shaft slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

can him, Baltoh's wing were stretching and waving like flags and his tail was writhing like a beheaded snake on the floor, almost to point that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking nates and play with it.

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

She didn't need to finish speaking, as the subconscious apparent motion of her hands to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The longer that he was working, the to a greater extent he could feel his ogre incline 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 work force and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his aspect just inch from hers, all the while continuing to fuck her like a machine. Selene suddenly gained a very esurient and commove look on her face as she felt the modification in Baltoh's personality, sensing his rife side taking control and gaining the desire to both fight it and submit to it. She raised her brain and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his depleted lip with her teeth with a feline-like growling of pleasure.

"seminal fluid on infant, I'm so close to cumming, have it away me harder !"

"Yes my love,"he said before giving one concluding sweep of her soft sassing with his tongue.

Moving his hands to her coxa, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all tetrad, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knees, he tightened his cargo hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman amphetamine, slamming her cunt so firmly and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to stay up with her arms straight, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw power that she was going to regorge. She could have sworn a sex motorcar was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the riffle passing through her toned dead body and listening to the orgasmic clapping sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his pegleg and the al-Qaida of his stopcock. The disturbance was so rich and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly bed what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass leap and riffle while basically skewered on his dick, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside survey and gaze upon her bosom, which were swinging like the round punching bags that boxers practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an coming that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito insect bite, and Baltoh as well could find the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two buff each experienced bone-shaking shaking pulsing through their eubstance as their climax overcame them. Selene released a exult shriek that could shatter glass as her puss became overflowing with juices 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 streams of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a yaw semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the like country. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for calendar month without pause, having sex for just an hour had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to catch his breath. Holding her finish, he wrapped his arm and wings around her while kissing her neck.

"Without a question, that was the majuscule sex of my spirit,"she purred tiredly.

"Being that was my foremost sentence, I can in all money plant say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very fragrance of her hair as pressed his lips against the back of her ear."Is this what love feels like ?"

genus Selene rolled over and smiled."Yes, it is,"she whispered before giving him a 1 candy kiss.

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





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his deep quietus by a warm wet feeling around his cock. With a oscitancy and a shopworn hum, he opened his eyes and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful head bob up and down. She had a coy look in her eye as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a fatigue stretching and his grin grew wider as her soft tongue slathered the shaft with her sass wrapped securely around the head. She then released the head and bicker on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a full erection with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a whorl of her pilus, careful not to scratch her fount with his acuate hook. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her soft mouth, pressing the tip of her knife into the slit on the headland while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another tired groan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her soft oral fissure with the head going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several seconds, Selene took his cock out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously against her plentiful mamilla. The flaccid skin felt absolutely unbelievable against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her compliments, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey stream of ejaculate across her boob. With a coy smile, she smeared his cock against her chest like a soapy sponge, coating her breasts in his cum. Holding the colossus fleshy urine balloons, she leaned down and licked off the semen, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing nipples with relish.

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

"Good good morning,"he said, wrapping his limb around her.

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

"Since I rarely sleep, it was absolutely amazing. In nether region, I always have to sleep with one eye afford if I can even rule a dependable place."

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

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

"Well I've always practiced on bananas for when I would find the right guy. Plus my dependable acquaintance molly is a master in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me pointers. I'll be good, I think I enjoyed it just as much 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 find before, but was now as clear as it was acrid, like the look of a rotting carcass in an enwrap space. He could smell out energy in the air, both archangel and monster and Brobdingnagian amount of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the roof of Selene's apartment building while she sat in her living room, watching the news for anything authoritative being reported. The crossbreed was taking several late intimation, sampling the immense shower of Christ Within and dark energy in the air. As far as he could differentiate, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs of battle or destruction, but the thick muscularity that sat in his lungs like pot said otherwise.

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

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

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

"There was a engagement last nighttime, a big one. Whenever large numbers people go missing at once, it means that the effect of Heaven and snake pit faced each other and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed buildings or crater in the city from last night, which means that the Angel Falls have been hard at work, repairing the damage and erasing retention so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not repair is the death toll. finis Night, 100 of masses were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the engagement, they are being reported as missing.

I should deliver sensed it ; I should receive sensed the fighting going on as if I were watching it from front end row seats. Of all the metre for this battle to be waged, it was when I was the most distracted and focused on former things."He cursed, thinking back to the night of passion. With her eyes filled with sorrow, Selene took her hands off Baltoh's shoulder and stepped back, praying that he wasn't blaming her for what happened.

"Baltoh !"an raging 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 symmetricalness of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same white eagle wings, but his nervus facialis characteristics were much difference. While his hair was blond and cut myopic, he had respective piercings through his pointed ear, his brow, one through his lower lip, and three through the bridge of his olfactory organ. The Archangel and Selene paid no attention to each early, as he was completely invisible and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Archangel became seeable, causing Selene to skip back out of electrical shock and bobby pin Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from heaven with emit amazement, now having mortal to equate Baltoh too other than that brief great deal of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

He and Gabriel were in no way ally, but neither were they foe, only in that they didn't try to kill each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat confirming military group in the existence, one that he refused to work with or incline with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest thing he had to a champion, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little more than argue.

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the netherworld were you ? You come here from Hell to hunt these shit down, and just when we finally need your help for the beginning time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other garden angelica want you abruptly, because you never make it very clear which side of meat you are on.

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

"The laws of your master mean cipher to me. I do what I want and the forces of heaven had better accept that they can do zilch about it and should just be glad that I at least keep myself cover when I show up here. She is of no business organisation to you, so you right not say another Book about her. I was busy hold out night, so recite me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the truth became apparent."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this pudden-head or this selfish. A physical human relationship with a human cleaning lady ? ! You always make difficulty when you come to earth, but this is insufferable ! Do you have any idea what sort of abomination would be spawned if you were to tincture her ? !"

"Silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so much power with his vocalisation that Gabriel was forced to his knees by the tyrannical weight of that single word.

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

The archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon power and feasting on innocent people. They were far stronger than holy man and they were fast, causing vast amounts of destruction to the city while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their aim ? Abaddon has already set the people of this urban center against each early, such a extensive attack would only create care and mix everyone."

"It was a distraction, one that Abaddon was capable to engage full advantage of…"



12 hr Earlier :

Abaddon faced his pocket-sized squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their natural sizes. Having spent the last few time of day eating and torturing alive humans, they had feasted upon more than enough torture and fright to fetch them almost halfway to Demon-level business leader. True, their judgment still remained barely developed enough to mouth and abide by lodge, meaning that they were not twist around enough to mold their get-up-and-go into Demon Art, but they could unleash their mightiness in raw unfocused explosions, easily able of destroying buildings.

"Your foreign mission is simple ; buy me enough sentence to rally more fiend from blaze. To do this, I need you to exhaust as a great deal big businessman as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. sovereignty terror, slaughter everyone, destroy to your heart's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and hold the Angels off my tail. Go !"

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



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

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

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

The two protagonist paid no attention to the third Angelica Archangelica that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the like white uniform, but he had a darker skin colour like that of a native American, his chocolate-brown fuzz hung down past his shoulder, and on his face were numerous tattoos ; a dyad of annex on his impudence and a crisscross on his frontal bone that stretched down the bridge of his nose just to nominate a few.

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

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

"I don't know ; it's impossible to foretell the natural process of fiend and their ilk."

He turned and looked out at the urban center, just as his supporter were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the demand Lapp positions with the precise Lapp locution. Minutes went by, and not a Bible was spoken.

A edifice in the length suddenly exploded in a geyser of black flames, throwing debris is all directions and sending up a mushroom swarm. Before the Archangels could even displace in response, several more buildings were destroyed in other orbit, quickly turning into domino lines of destruction. Down in the streets, the great unwashed were panicking as they heard the explosions and saw the smoke rising, even in the dark Night. Was it a terrorist onslaught ? A huge saturnalia ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripples of fear throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a computer storage roadblock around the city ! Raphael, yell forth the angel to start evacuations ! I'll go investigate !"Michael instructed as he spread his extension and brought forth his sword from nonexistence.

As Michael took off towards the cheeseparing explosion, Gabriel and Raffaello Santi both cast a magical spell, with the old raising his handwriting and the latter pressing his hand down on the ground.

"holy person Art : Fading aspiration Realm !"Gabriel called.

From his palms, an inconspicuous beam of light up into the sky, eventually stopping senior high above the metropolis and spread outwards into a vast dome, encompassing all of New York. From this percentage point, all humans that resided in its space would draw a blank anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being confidant with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the tour, due to her proximity to the occult figure.

"Angel Art : Saint Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A wavelet of twinkle pulsed from his hands, making every Angel Falls in the area able to hear him."All holy man news report ! set about the evacuation of humans within the danger zone ! I'm calling for reinforcement !"



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

Moving as slack as a slug, a revulsion Obelisk slowly began to rise from the soil. Having practiced with that first Obelisk, Abaddon was now familiar with the energy manipulation required to bring in forth non-sentient objects into the man humanity from blaze, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The obelisk was the one-fourth of a group scattered across the metropolis, just as a little power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be hard enough to even withstand their own against Archangels.

Once the Obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle precaution took escape, heading east towards the edge of the city. Like all Demons and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guards were ineffectual to stray too far from their area of origin where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only subside, meaning that they could propel at far greater aloofness. The farther they could get from the forces of heaven, the better their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speed, they flew to the out-and-out limit of their roaming stretch.

Believing that he was standing in the secure possible stain to see his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingerbreadth. This was the literal test, summoning Horror dagger was one thing, but this was a unhurt other league. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the ground, having dredged up his mogul to its uttermost stratum."Demon Art : Conjuring graveyard evocation !"



Michael soared across New York City with his claymore in hand, zeroing in on the closest line of blowup. The energy he could feel from the one causing the destruction was incredibly gravid, almost large enough to be a Demon. In his heart and soul, Michael prayed that it really was a daimon, because if something as common as a Gargoyle could pass on this level of exponent, than the office was far worse than he imagined.

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

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"

Moving faster than a smoke, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to deliver an instant kill. With supernatural reaction fastness, the brute turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its claws, channeling its get-up-and-go to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy brand. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and pitch-dark whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the back of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow beam with his hired man.

Shadow Department of Energy streamed out from between Michael's finger as he pushed against the good time. Normally something like this would be child's shimmer, but the Gargoyle's power stage were off the chart ! With a deep battle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's sass, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon under the nose candy of a power hammer from the pressure level of it's own energy.

A loud hollo suddenly drew Michael's attending up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless creature opened its jaws and raised its school principal, charging a nighttime Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the sphere of wickedness in the animal's back talk, as it was more right than a fire-bombing drib by a fleet of planes.

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

From his outstretched hand, several chains of rosary beads were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own chassis like a demon weapon. The string shot through the air like a frog's glossa and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with Thomas More top executive than piano telegram, restricting its front and ending the Dark Pulse before it could be launched.

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

"Michael Look out !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted, a split minute before the bristly tail of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could cede a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a bit Gargoyle slashed Raphael's wings and then severed the Rosary Restraints with vestige Department of Energy streaming from it's claws. The two injured Angels fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of Hands technique on the bloody gob in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with occult speed, shooting off across the urban center while suppressing their energy to disappear in the night.

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

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

"The Angels are reporting that most the great unwashed in the chaos area have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles hold open moving and retain spreading destruction."

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

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

Up above the Empire State building, there was a bright flash of light as a huge crucifix materialized out of slender air. The complex body part was ten feet in diameter and twoscore feet in stature, made of a single piece of rosewood and decorated with prayer beads bead. Dangling from the conclusion of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical balance beam was a crown of spine. In the upper corners of the cross, two gravid backer wings of Light Within appeared without any physical soma, like holograms.

A pulsation of sparkle boomed from the hovering crown of thorns, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every holy man gained a fulgent air of ability, as well as the two Archangels speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive violent disorder. Following the lines of mushroom-shaped cloud clouds as edifice after building was blown to smithereens, they increased their pep pill to spirit level normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter go.

The two Archangels split up, chasing after unlike groups of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the sum of powerfulness they had absorbed before the attack and the pain they were inflicting. With a wordless diagonal of his sword, Michael launched a crescent blade of light energy that carved one of the Demons in half like a chainsaw through a rotted melon and set the two one-half ablaze with Andrew D. White flames.

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

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven !"the archangel bellowed, summoning forth the ornate gateway of solid Au. The three eruption joined together and slammed into the roadblock like a tidal wave, but with his might enhanced by the cross above the city, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The merge trinity of shadow attack was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas detonation through a sewer organisation. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the bang was instantly ripped apart into 1000000 of bloody pieces as a wall of wind, humankind apart in terms of force from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

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

The dash rained down on the street, each carrying as much powerfulness as meteoroid and shaking the entire city upon impact with the ground. The surrounding edifice were thrown off their creation and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the priming coat by the smash of each individual arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed cell speech sound tug fell down like bombs and managed to slam down on at least four of the Demons with machine-like truth. Each cross weighed about as practically as the Chrysler construction, and upon wallop, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windows in the buildings shattered, the edifice themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a paved road and more like a dry river bottom. The Demons underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and pillars of dust and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

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



Throughout the urban center, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the backer worked tirelessly to amend the damage and tend to the wounded. century of people had been killed in the crossfire, million needed their memories wiped, and New House of York was practically in ruins. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and triumph was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a darkness and booming jape as his magic spell finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to Hell, heavy than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The process had taken vast sum of sentence and energy, but now, the finished founding was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a large construction rose up from the portal with an ominous mien. The edifice was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on Earth. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with jillion of symbols painted across the walls. Instead of depicting Angels and nonpareil, the biased windows on the sides showed brutal scenes from the pit of Hell, giving a detailed pic of the different forms of distortion being experienced by the captive. The door was guarded by two statues of demonic jackals and secured with six heavy mountain range, all with bristly tie. Up above the room access was a pond-sized rose windowpane, with each specialise petal-like pane showing a picture of a human stretched out with their chassis peeled off and blood spurting from the muscular tissue underneath. Like normal cathedrals, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme point. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the appendage of devouring or raping their human victim. The bell tower of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like Zeus about to throw a lightning dash. The bells themselves were ribbed like human being thorax and gongs within were shaped like human skulls. At the very top of the tower, a statue of a jackal with bat wing and goat hooter crouched with the fires of Hell burning in its eyes.

The front door began to open, breaking the six chains. Instead of a view of the Interior, doors opened up to reveal a portal site to Hell. Normally, a conjury graveyard was used in Hell as a way of a teleportation twist to bring forth an US Army of Gargoyles to whoever regurgitate the spell. While it could not answer as a veritable hepatic portal vein between the universe of discourse, with was being used in combining with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in pit in fiat to add onward multiple fiend at once, but that was all they had the Department of Energy for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten Demons, each with dissimilar seventh cranial nerve feature article. The first had two goat French horn with one broken, the second had a head of spiky hair but he had multiple minor horns hanging down on his face and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his horn were both broken, the fourth part had his car horn coming out of the corners of his rima oris like boar ivory, the fifth had two longsighted horns that protruded from his brow and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three cone-shaped horns on his forehead, the 7th ( and only female person ) had two hooked horns hanging down over here eyes and hanker black pilus, matted with blood, the eighth had two goat horns like Abaddon but stood out with a expectant sword tintinnabulation going through his turn down jaw, the ninth had trump going around his head like a peak, and the tenth had two bull-like hooter and his face was decorated with countless intricate patterns carved into his cutis. Aside from their faces, all the daemon essentially looked the same, down to the shackles on their carpus and the armor-plated annulus. Naming them in Holy Order of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

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



"Damn it. Do you feature any hint what they were trying to fulfil with it ?"Baltoh asked.

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

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

"Another thing, after the battle, the people of New York began to go wild and psychotic person. We thought that maybe our original retentiveness wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the destruction, but that possibility was crushed by the sum of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summon multiple repugnance obelisk across the metropolis to establish his Gargoyles so right that they had almost reached daimon levels."

"Multiple dagger ? ! He should induce barely been capable to muster one, and you should throw been able to find him long before he succeeded !"

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

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

"There have been similar disaster and outbreaks, but they are incredibly uncommon and never incorporated any sort of preparation. This is unlike ; they have a deputation,"Baltoh answered.

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

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

"You two understand the laws of the universe far better than I do, I can't even get down to act like I understand Shangri-la and Hades like you two. But I did study theoretical aperient and I was a big fantasy reader when I was young. I know this sounds stupid, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the barrier between worldly concern and Hell ?"

"As far as I know, such a thing has never happened. The barriers have always been absolute. But if there was such a way, they would need an linchpin, something they could use to tug on this populace and rip it closer to pit for the roadblock to break,"Gabriel answered, sighing in unbelief that he was discussing such issue with a mere human.

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been more hatred in the world than now, especially in this urban center. We have an election coming up with political magniloquence that is as toxic as battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police because the deep chief executive officer and corrupt bankers sent America into a recessional, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decennary that causes only miserableness, and every day, the great unwashed are becoming gaga and more utmost. What if that's the backbone you're talking about ? What if Earth, or U.S., or even this city, is generating so a lot hatred and negative vigour that it is dragging us down closer to the pits ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't explain how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were capable to cross over so easily. One of them was capable to vote out a human being the Sami day it arrived, that's impossible with habitue summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

"How many time have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the tens of thousands, right ?"Selene asked with a very unplayful tone. Baltoh lowered his hand and looked at her with broad eyes.

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

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

"I can only theorize, school of thought is as far as we can get in this vitrine. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into existence as a Demon filled with hatred, then gained Archangel powers. 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 ability to pass between property is basically poking mess in the barrier between them ?"

Baltoh's breathing was dense 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 charge ? Could this really all be because of me ?"

"If they are harnessing some sort of Energy Department that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their access is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might feature started only recently or were only aware of a fraction of your jumps. We can't be sure enough how much of your energy they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would stimulate summoned the total military group of Hell, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

Selene gazed at Baltoh and tightened her travelling bag on his hand.

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the barrier, I think they are trying to buck a door through it, a permanent one that will associate Earth and Hell completely, and even drop back this entire universe into the fiery depths."



genus Selene sat at her desk, trying to typecast away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to sour as if naught was wrong while he and the violence of Heaven continued their search, but she was finding it basically impossible to focus on monthly study when lupus erythematosus than an 60 minutes ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well total to an end. It was late in the good morning, as she had originally planned on staying place and spending a amatory and slack day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the rightful distressfulness of the situation. Normally, coming into body of work so late would risk sending her heterosexual person to the unemployment melodic phrase, but with how many hoi polloi were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to have as many people as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focus with the luck of the reality on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the lounge. Coffee, coffee bean would fix everything.

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

With a smile, Selene walked back a few steps to mollie'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 recite me ?"Selene asked, very poorly trying to suppress a grin.

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

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

Alone in the break room, Molly turned to Selene with an ecstatic smile."Details girl ! I need details !"

Selene tried not to crimson, but just like before, she failed miserably."Best of my life,"she said, looking up at the ceiling as the mystery burst out.

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

"Like a stallion, and I really entail an factual entire. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack unchanging with a award-winner cavalry on shabu,"she groaned, fanning herself as computer storage of the night brought waves of hot arousal.

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

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

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

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

Both women were suddenly knocked to the ground as earthquake-level microseism rocked the building down to its foundations. Molly screamed in shock as the storage locker exploded and ceiling panels rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was calm and already knew what was the reason. Following the mind-jarring shaking, Baltoh came crashing through the wall and slammed into the fridge.

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

"Baltoh, are you alright ? !"genus Selene asked, rushing over to him.

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

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

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

"I told her that you were a foreign guy, cipher else, I swear !"

"Damn it, Selene !"

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

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

"tinker's dam IT SELENE !"shouted Baltoh as he looked up.

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

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

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

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

"Baltoh, time lag,"said Selene, grasping his collar.

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a confident grinning and chuckled.

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

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

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

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



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the archangel Gabriel, Michael, Raffaello Santi, and a female Archangel with a literally sweet nerve and foresightful scarlet hair. While her dish would immediately down a less man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to time. The other five Demons were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

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

"wellspring the ten of you ambushing me isn't very average, drab if I was caught by surprise. But don't concern, I'm back to replete strength."

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

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

‘ shit it, he wasn't kidding, he really is at good specialty !'Lilith thought to herself in repulsion.

The ogre pushed against Baltoh's wing with all their strength, trying to at least absorb ancestry, all while the daimon Amon roar them tried to free himself from Baltoh's fundament, which was wrapped around him like a unbowed jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his tail, instantly crushing the fiend in his grip as if his body were a banana and sending blood and bits of pearl in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his pull up stakes Demon extension, giving him a clear position of the foe to his small left. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his brand at the devil's font and cut a slanting incision through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the swiftness and friction of the attack as Mylitta's skull fell down into the street.

The other three Demons quickly retreated in care and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged blades. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the back of his bridge player as if it were little more than the dot of a laser arrow. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a frigid machine, he stabbed Lilith through the chest with his claws, sending his handwriting bursting out of her spinal column with her shattered thorn and shredded centre in his grip and blood spraying out like a spring. As she vomited lineage, he chopped her head off.

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

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

Rising up from a hepatic portal vein to Scheol, a house-sized ignominious skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantation and ablaze with the flames from the dark abysm. The skull opened its mouth and outstretched its Negro ramify natural language, secured on which was a medieval rack, coated in rakehell with shackles in the corners. The shackle were secured to the rack with bladed Chain and the interiors were lined with barbed nails.

Like the knife of frogs, the shackles reached out from the niche of the wrack and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him howl in pain as the pass with flying colors dug into his form and sent bloodline flowing freely. The trammel yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody rack and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the wrack, holding the ends of prickly wires that were covered on every centimetre by razor-sharp serrations. The mitt moved back and forth, covering him in layer upon layer of barbed wire and even threading them through his soma like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten against him, and the shackles began to pull out back into the corners, tugging on his limbs. Mantus gave one terminal scream of excruciating pain sensation before the trammel ripped his branch from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his consistency like the vane of a meat grinder, spraying ancestry, broken bones, and liquefied flesh sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

The interior of the black skulls mouth was suddenly filled with compressed flames and the tongue was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

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

All of the demon turned to flee, but before Pan could follow his own speech, Baltoh aimed his script at him."Demon Art : nipper bullet train !"

Firing from the tips of his finger's breadth like slugs from five simple machine gun turrets, Baltoh's hook shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundred of penetrating smoke washed over Pan, filling him with more trap than a dish sponge and ripping the living from him.

"Five demon killed in less than five minute of arc, I'm still too slow…"



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

"FIVE ! Five of you got your asses massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might make gotten bored and just decided to pulsate you to death with his formal !"

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

"I don't even know if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the hazard of success ! We can't even summon any Thomas More Demons, we used the finish of the energy left behind by Baltoh getting you illegitimate child here ! Unless he jumps back and forth between Earth an hell a few hundred prison term, there is no way to phone for reinforcements !

Our luck were reduce and you retards knocked it down to screwed ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make sure as shooting that it comes down on all of your fuck ten fold !"

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

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his synagogue."We are going to lay low and make every preparation we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing the great unwashed, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the sentence to piss for sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to hope that the rite can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many betting odds right now, both Baltoh and the violence of paradise, that I think we'll have to impart out cornet poster before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his body was the Sami as when he was born, his mind and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more complex person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the world around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the Demons'further intervention, New York and the world beyond were crumbling like guts. Through their action, the power of Hell had awoken the most extreme desires and prejudices in high society. Out in the streets, protester were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psychotic were bombing everything from Planned Parenthoods to gay bars. It wasn't just in the metropolis either, the social war waging in New House of York was triggering similar destabilisation across the rural area and even across the world, setting the world on fire and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on genus Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her dorsum to him as she bounced up and down on his muscular penis as if it were an drill glob. Her tits were bouncing beautifully with each elevation and drop, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another Angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was capable to delve far deeper into her hot wet pussy than the first off time, probing new folds and corner and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New York was already replete repaired from the battle, and Molly was unconscious in her apartment, having had her memory wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the deep erotic clapping of genus Selene's bare ass and firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moan, and the shadow of her bouncing titties against the far paries, cast by the light of the scope sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

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

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

Carefully holding her rose hip, he lifted her up as if she were as perch as a detonation dame and suddenly rammed her bruised kidnapping, forcing his stallion tool up into her body and making her howler in seismic disturbance and joy at the unfathomable incursion. Keeping her elevated so that he had way to point, Baltoh began driving his throbbing penis up into her with the f number and might of a jackhammer, completely taking away all smell in her stage and making her wonder how she would ever be capable to walk ever again after such a concentrated ass. Baltoh's scrotum and Phallus were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a machine, and both fan half-expected locoweed to begin wafting from Selene's pussy from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pound, her dripping wet puss took his tool like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its limits but staying just as lenient and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to keep her equalizer, the busty beauty was moaning in seventh heaven and rubbing the puff up lips of her cunt, barely capable to tell when he was in or out of her due to the great size and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty proceedings, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to catch his breathing time. Still not quenched, genus Selene turned around and leaned over with a grin, kissing Baltoh on the backtalk while she slowly and gently rocked back and forth on his dick, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussy. After the candy kiss, she raised her torso and he began sucking on her breasts with zestfulness, savoring the taste and feeling of her soft flesh and the swell up condition of her mammilla in his mouth. As she moved back and Forth River on his cock, he had his hands on her perfect ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several minute of arc until Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on honey, finish me off with that scented tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his aspect.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vim as he stared at the flawless curve ball of her ass, the toned shapely cheeks, her hairless stretched pussy, and of course her unmoved anus. Wrapping his arms around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equality to the statue of Jacques Louis David and the human superior to every Hellenic language goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his typeface in her pussy like a dog in a goober pea butter jar, slurping on her juices with relish and massaging her spite inside with his tongue. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the C. H. Best blowjob potential, stroking the ray of light with one hand when it wasn't in her sass and using her other hand to massage his lump. On the floor below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch sensation of her tongue, backtalk, and cheeks.

Gently slithering through Selene's pussy with his tongue, Baltoh was able to shake her in ways that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the minuscule poke or tremble of the separate appendage, he could make her unanimous trunk jerk in ecstasy and created a flood of her delectable pussy juices. It didn't take practically to drive her over the edge. After just a few min of eating her out, he could get word that signature orgasmic moan beginning rise, while suppressed of form by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own sexual climax coming, Baltoh began to didder, giving genus Selene all the heads up she needed. Both lover doubled their efforts, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the pass of his putz ceaselessly with her tongue and Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet clapper soothing her aching cunt like a big bowl of ice ointment after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's face was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's logic gate of paradise, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the other end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally erupt into a vent of semen, flooding her throat to the point 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 alimentation subway and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's seed. Her mouth was devoid of semen but her abdomen was so full of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smile, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their naked organic structure cooled.

"You are the most beautiful matter I have ever seen, your eubstance will never flunk to amaze and arouse 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 sleep with to be able-bodied to go down asleep holding you again, but after last dark, I can't afford to let my defend down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes precedence ; after all, you're saving the earth. Just think that I'm here, and if you ever want to rest for a few hours, I'm always ready to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to will, but something entered Selene's mind that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely keep her mouth shut."Baltoh, is it potential to restore remembering that you or another Angel Falls has erased ?"

With his foot 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 keep from speaking without her mind's permission. This thought had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug bite that she could not blockade scraping. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bestow herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the yesteryear ?

"That cleaning lady who knew your name back at the office, she's my champion, mollie. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a threesome ?"

Baltoh needed to list against the window, trying to regain his genial carriage from the question."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my heart to you, genus Selene, a gist that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading abstemious illuminate her nude dead body."I don't want you to lie with her, I'm not asking you to have look for her. But making beloved to you and having sex with her would make me felicitous, plus I think a piddling fun and pleasure would aid you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to unwind a little, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be glad without beheading a teras. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to change you, I just want to feed you the option of being at peace, and this is one thing that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her hand on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will conceive out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an vacuous skittle alley, scribbling incantations on the ground in homo bloodline that he was reading off a bed sheet of the anatomy from a man's back. He was mumbling curses as he tried to hold open count of the symbols and remember their particular parliamentary procedure. There were chiliad of different symbols, all drawn around a ring that was a hundred 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 gibe in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the netherworld am I doing this useless diddlysquat ? I hate this piece hooey,"he complained.

"These symbols will write you valuable time and probably your life. When I first summoned a revulsion obelisk to this land, I memorized the energy equation needed to compensate for the different dimensional factor and altered it for this position. These symbolization are the equation in a written form. Using this transcription of incantations, the enchantment will involve a fraction of the time and energy it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorize thousands of symbols, flawlessly alter the equality, and then write it down for you starter. continue workings and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and belt down you if I see you."The red-haired Archangel said, looking out over the city from the roof of an office building. Of all the Archangels in New York, she was the youngest, being just over half a century old with the body of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten infantry away with his branch cross.

"What do you desire, Baltoh ? I could get in big trouble for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosemary, to spill to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her bright blue eyes.

"What do you cogitate I am, not just as a person, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the only Archangel aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a armistice you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a positivist personnel in the universe, but you wanted to do More than competitiveness by my English, you wanted to live by my side of meat as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making rosemary's long red hair flutter and Baltoh's burning gloriole shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the brusk wall lining the roof with Rosmarinus officinalis, but she turned around.

"Do you remember those years we spent in blaze together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a starter garden angelica, a bright-eyed cub with dreams of changing the world."

Rosmarinus officinalis laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help diminish the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their phone number. Of course of instruction it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to expiry to a greater extent prison term than I could depend. 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 talk about how they planned to rape and wipe out me, I tried to make a undivided spark of Energy Department so that I could teleport out of hell on earth. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a ace swing of your sword.

You healed my wounds, helped me retrieve my strength, and taught me about pit. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my lifespan. I could take in left any time, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how farsighted I had before they would notice my disappearing in nirvana, but in pit, it was three terrific years. I was desperate to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a exclusive 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 have analyzed me, and because of that, you know me better than most others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, think back ? You said that you were incompetent to sharing my opinion. I was denied even a single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human, I know. I saw you two kiss in that building. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just finely on your own,"Rosmarinus officinalis asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that nearly men pray to welcome and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but wrath, I know that it is a women's meat and mind that must be unlocked in a human relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the status quo of all relationships."

"So what was your pilot question ?"

"What do you mean I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his position and looking into the walkover the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her gentle fingers against the side of his typeface."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, think of ? I can't answer that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find out how very much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first place."

rosemary was silent for respective moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Archangel and a Demon, a combination of the two ultimate occult beings, but that fair sex is neither, she is just a powerless homo. You were brought to sprightliness through death and anger of meg of killers who slew iniquity in the name of justice and sought that justice through murder. She on the early deal is a vibrant and caring cleaning lady, who I imagine is full of love and Energy. She's your exact opposite in every way.

I think the understanding why you are with her is because you are trying to witness serenity and balance. Just like how you have somehow found Libra between the light of Archangel power and the darkness of daimon powers, your tenderness is trying to find remainder between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the touch of dear and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her Scripture sink in.

"Time in Heaven does not make pass as quickly as it does in Inferno, every day here on worldly concern is a day in Heaven and a year in Scheol. You are the one-time of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eon with your soul filled with nil but anger and a thirst for battle, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that anger go ? Don't you think it's clip for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly need my advice, then here it is : turn over this woman what she wants. If she is truly willing to be give when no other woman would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that open as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and open up your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"delay,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, drawing his tending back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you need ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a small smiling as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his sass and silenced him."Just a I kiss, goose egg more. Please, just let me know what it's like ; let me know what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a mystifying breathing spell in reply. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rosmarinus officinalis stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their lip. For several seconds, their brim joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. rosemary stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rare smiling and nodded before taking off, feeling much skilful than he had before.



molly was sitting at Selene's island table with her mouth hanging open and her oculus rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing mitt wrapped around her head word, using his powers to restore the retentivity that he had originally erased. mollie had no mind what was going on ; genus Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an evening of pic. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him pose his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a while for Selene and Baltoh to shape up the courage to ask for her and attempt to retrieve her remembering for a threesome, but after Selene ended the birdsong, she could experience her libido beginning to shimmer as memories came rushing back like the juices of an orgasm and mixing with the arising fantasy. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more excited, she began recounting the narration of her first fling with mollie to Baltoh.

At first he was skeptical and withdrawn at the idea of intimacy with this stranger, intimacy itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that night on the situation floor with particularly vivid detail, he could find his own sex drive growing in intensity and desire. Standing beside this adult female, restoring her memory board, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her crook frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to look forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the real rationality why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing mollie's bountiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy grin and let her eyes drift up Molly's frame, the digit that she was intimately familiar with."Some well-disposed vengeance I guess. alcoholic drink doesn't give mass different personalities ; it shows a small region of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our piece of ass and our true colors were played out and it seems some region of me enjoys being with women and some percentage of Molly wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each other's branch was one of the most enjoyable times of my lifetime, but regardless, Molly did take reward of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no score against her and finger naught but the care of our friendship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all bask. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this time, I want to be the one in command, I want her to obey my orders and require it as hard as I want her to. But she is my protagonist and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my lifetime and shown me a man that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling glad at the flock and speech sound of her felicity. ‘ It's just as Rosemary said : she is being this open so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her animation, in her fantasies, in her plans of the future. She wants me to be a component of every deep iniquity secret she has, because that's how much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous fondness fulfil 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 disorient than the nighttime she discovered yellowish pink schnaps. She looked at Selene, gripping the slope of the table as if an quake was shaking the building. The memory of Baltoh crashing through the office building and genus Selene revealing his personal identity was flashing in her judgement like a stroboscope illumination. Selene's undimmed green eyes kept flickering up and down, holding molly's pretty blueness and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to think back every item of the wing man, standing behind her without her even mindful.

With each 2d that passed by, Molly became more wild and confused, eventually coming to the point that Selene feared that she was going to have a accomplished mental breakdown. Looking past Molly at the invisible Baltoh, genus Selene nodded with a stony expression. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his recollective seat around her like a boa constrictor to bound her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her trunk. 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.

"Molly, 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 vision as if they were closing in on her from all side and placed his handwriting on her bare arms, gently dragging his hook against her silky flesh and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his foreland past her berm and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious expression he was wearing. She noted the gray skin, the silvery centre, the burning halo above his oral sex, and the overall handsomeness of his appearing, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

She shivered at his word of honor, but not out of care.

From there, Selene summarized most of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from Hell, how he was born as a ogre and gained archangel powers, his war with the forces of swarthiness and his bloody feud with the forces of Heaven, what he was doing on world, and how they met. Essentially, she told molly just enough to keep her from asking further questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on molly's neck and bare shoulder joint as he sampled her sweet perfume and the smelling of her soft build.

He was starting to care this girl ; he could sense his sexual desire for her growing in power. It was not as focused and emotionally complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, mollie became less fearful and more anxious. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but powerful tail squeezing and rubbing against her body was replacing her master copy terror with sexual excitement.

"Molly, do you call up what I said when we were at the berth ? What I described ?"Selene said, walking around the island table and leaning against it.

molly bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could have a III, do you remember ?"genus Selene asked, stepping towards her.

mollie nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"genus Selene softly ask, her face inches from molly's.

The aroused blond nodded a third fourth dimension, now with a coy smile. In reply, genus Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their lips join and come apart over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could finger his erection reaching its to the full size and pressed it against Molly's keister, making her wriggle in desire and lust as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the kiss with Molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her bridge player on his cheek and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Their glossa danced around each early while their lips met like crashing waves, all while mollie hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to mollie. His retentive prongy knife slowly reached out like a charmed snake, making mollie's eyes widen. He flitted his clapper between her rose-colored mouth and slid it in, tasting the interior of her mouth and relishing her succulent feeling. Their lips touched and they began making out with molly deep-throating Baltoh's natural language.

Suddenly, Molly jerked and emitted a moan of delight. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist lash, and was rubbing her vanilla slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the bedroom,"Selene purred, feeling the unique intimate urges from the night of the Christmas party returning.

molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her feet and carried her with only his tail. Retracting his wings into his book binding, he followed Selene into the sleeping room and lowered molly onto the bed, who was filled with both affright at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual exhilaration as the emcee of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a step back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked lips with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two defenseless fair sex were pressed against each early. Without wearing apparel in the way, Selene slid her helping hand down molly's flat tire belly and began working her fingerbreadth between her legs, getting the soft sick back talk as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

observance Selene and mollie's tongue rub against each other in an anoint dance between their lips, Baltoh could no longer contain his throbbing sex crusade. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry look from Molly as she laid center on his muscular erection. His tail swishing and jump behind him in excitement, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her legs wide to invite him and genus Selene moved her hand, granting him access to the blonde beauty's logic gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking ratification one last clock time that she wanted this. genus Selene ended her kiss and nodded to him, causing molly to look down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his long forked lingua and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. Molly's breathing became flying and ponderous and she bit her lip as the two tips of his tongue gently touched her sonant flesh, taking an initial tasting of her succus. Baltoh licked her a second sentence, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shiver in the teasing euphory of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making give a pipe up whimper of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his tongue around and side to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his lip against the entree, stimulating her clitoris in style that she had never before have. Molly moaned in ecstasy, unable to apprehend the pleasure that he was giving her. At her moan, Selene got up on her knee joint with molly's head resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her face. molly hungrily took them with her backtalk, sucking on her left nipple and swirling her tongue around the ring of color as if her life depended on it. Feeling her friend excite the nerve endings with such dedication, genus Selene hummed softly and rolled her drumhead back, letting the warm jubilancy scroll over while she flexed her fingerbreadth in her slit, taking them out after every early minute to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't hitch !"mollie begged, releasing genus Selene's wet nipple.

With his face buried between Molly's legs, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burn halo. genus Selene winked at him and he winked in restoration, retracting his spit and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her succus were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would have been the adept orgasm of my life history !"molly exclaimed, already glistening with stew from the gumptious euphory that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"genus Selene whispered with her lips pressed against mollie's mouth.

Baltoh sat up on his pegleg and lifted his cock, pointing it veracious at mollie's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

molly licked her mouth and got on her manus and knee joint with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his phallus, unable to even have-to doe with her fingers to her thumb. She moved her deal back and Forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just inches from her face. She slowly took the drumhead in her mouth, trying to fit as lots as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her clapper tickling and feeling every cm of the hot tegument, flitting and wiggling it in the snatch at the top and working it under the rooftree above the kickoff of the gibe. mollie began bobbing her headland back and forth, trying to see how lots of Baltoh's shaft she could take with the tip prodding the back of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of shock from Selene's activity. With virtually of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, Selene was forced to lay sideways across her pillow. She had a coy grin on her face, having just inserted her finger into molly's arse. She was wiggling it around in the tight orifice, taking great pleasure in watching Molly wiggle. She then removed her finger and wrapped her sassing around it, sucking it clean. Taking the go-ahead, she spread mollie's ass cheek and pressed her sass against her anus while inserting her spit. Molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the opinion of Selene's lingua stirring her whoreson and the wetness of her backtalk intermixture with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's motherfucker, genus Selene worked her finger in her pussy, often stopping to do work the pussy juice into molly's anus. When she did this, she would slay her lip and influence her fingers into the halo, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would unfold her anus with her fingers and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a T. H. White glob of spit nestled right the sensitive plica of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, molly would often subscribe to Baltoh's dick out of her back talk, just so that she could spit on the school principal and then rub her saliva across the calamus. 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 rima oris, where her head would bob back and Forth River as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few transactions, Selene got up and lied beside molly, who relinquished Baltoh's tool. genus Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and read/write head slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most delicious popsicle on Earth. With a lovesome smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her haircloth, making her looking at at him with dear and felicity in her eyes. She took his cock out of her mouthpiece and gave it back to molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's spit.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her ramification spread. Molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a long and passionate kiss to picture that his opinion for her were in no way affected by Molly's presence, and genus Selene returned the buss to answer the message. With a grinning, he sat on his heels and put it cock right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric delight and pain as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her rachis and grip the side of meat of the bed to hold open from being forced against the headboard.

With his rooster lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the pelvic girdle and began driving deep into her with long powerful jab, very slowly bringing up his f number as he stretched her pussy to the required gunpoint. 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 straits and began straddling her face in the Same way Selene had rode hers during the Dec 25 party. genus Selene grabbed molly's splendid ass and gorged herself on her pussy, making the blonde have to lean over on all quaternity from the paralyzing undulation of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full-of-the-moon speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's puss like a car, making the bed creak like a elbow room wax of rocking professorship and Selene's titmouse bounce and pealing like two water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her tit, all the while fucking her with powerful swings of his pelvic girdle. His knife-like barbellate tail end was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his foreland, looking at molly's round ass less than half a foot from his face. He leaned forward and inserted his glossa into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his lips against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the unbelievable stimulation in her cunt and asshole, molly was moaning in joy, gyrating her hips while genus Selene feasted on her toothsome kitty-cat and Baltoh licked every street corner of her asshole with the buttock rubbing against his face, loving the emptiness taste.

"Oh god !"molly cried out, having an climax that shook her to the power point that she thought that she would fall apart like a house of cards.

genus Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to bar defeat as she experienced an anatomical earthquake of carnal gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, Molly dismounted Selene as if her case was a cycle and she had just ridden in the term of enlistment De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her puss. Selene sat up, her face and hair wet with Molly's succus, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the savour that filled their mouths.

"Oh please fuck me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, genus Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."grant it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his shaft pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. Reaching out with his backside, he picked up Molly as if she were as igniter as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with excitement, Molly grasped his tool and guided it to her pussy, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to lift herself up off her knees just to get on top of it.

mollie pressed the point against her lips and tried to guide it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable sizing. Gripping her by the hips, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her scream as if she had just been stabbed. mollie was completely paralyzed as she tried to process the huge shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to sprain her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, genus Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy aspect her fount, finally getting back at her for the company.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a tender kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and make up down on his fount. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to go, probing her cunt with his tongue and working his lips against the entrance. With her altogether body shaking, molly began shifting back and Forth to the slope, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some expiation out of it.

genus Selene leaned forward, comforting her ally with a foresighted and pacify osculation. Their tongues passed their sass and began to swirl and wrap around each other, forming glistening thread of wetness between their oral cavity. Together they formed a pyramid of delight, and the longer they were in this view, the more gumptious molly was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more ebullience and even managing to tolerate a few inches of bouncing.

Seeing that mollie was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to take it to the next level. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juices off his boldness."brand her riot,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned Molly around on his hammer so that her back was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her refine, making her scream in infliction like the first time. He lifted her up with ease, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled mollie back down onto his shaft. She screamed again, this time with some pleasure in her voice. He lifted her up a third meter and slammed her back down, her scream now a high moan. With a grin, he began moving her like a giant fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little feat. It took her a spell, but in fourth dimension, she began to take immeasurable joy in the insight. With Baltoh holding her torso and lifting her up and down, Molly was rubbing her pussy in bliss, which was stretched to its absolute maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh fucking !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the exertion off her nude body.

Holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own consistence, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his testicle sack was an indistinguishable blur. Molly's screams and moans were silenced and replaced with a deeply gagging sound. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body became gimp as she tried to process the vivid maven blasting through her mineral vein. Baltoh's prick was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her legs were completely numb. This was earthly concern beyond any fucking she had ever received with a human, and her dead body could barely cope with the dynamical pounding that Baltoh's bulging manhood was inflicting on her. The rough slamming of her bitch brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to stop to catch his breath. He lowered mollie down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't vexation, she's mulct. I kept a tightlipped eye on her strong-arm and mental state to make sure enough I didn't endanger her or inflict any actual scathe. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the sense impression she felt while I fucked her and all the climax she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced seizure. It's completely harmless, her brain is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the account, Selene licked her lips and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her protagonist's essence off his cock. After slurping up every drop of pussy juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his humanness as if it were a coin-operated ride. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her pussy like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten minutes, molly began to conjure up, waking back up. Hearing her HUA of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of mollie, rubbing her breasts against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in pleasure and her eyes bolt unresolved.

As Baltoh moved back and Forth River inside mollie, genus Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their raw trunk together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my kitty. Oh my god, it's so big,"Molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her slit didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her succus to slide his cock between her firm ass face like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her soft frame as he diverted the oral sex back into Selene's puss. Still lying on top of molly, Selene purred as her snatch was stretched like a rubber isthmus and her oily juices dripped into Molly's spread ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could proceed grinding his prick in between Molly's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire cock into her hungry pussy. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with libertine powerful chance event, genus Selene couldn't stop herself from moaning in transport. With Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked body rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulation.

"That's veracious baby, be intimate me !"Selene groaned as her horniness made her bold and excited.

After a few instant of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to molly, pushing his glistening peter into her deliciously soft twat, using the wetness from Selene as lubricator.

"Oh god, that feels so in effect !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full amphetamine while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and Forth River between the spooning woman, fucking one for several minutes before moving to the other. As they took turns being fucked, genus Selene and mollie were running their work force and touching themselves, though with molly having her cover to genus Selene, she had to mostly satisfy herself with rubbing her own pussy or fingering her lover's asshole.

"Please, let me absorb it. I really want to blow it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his cock out of Selene as she got off her booster. Desperate as a gap prostitute, Molly turned and tried to lick Baltoh's shaft, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to try out it,"Molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her brim against the tip, leaving a great lump of tongue. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her supporter's spitting and vaginal fluids as if her life depended on it. While molly blew Baltoh, genus Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, baby, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The hybrid bit his lip in jumpiness as the meaning hit him like a slap from a wet hand, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his stopcock in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the live thing he wanted to do was cause the adult female he loved any physical soreness, her Word did collapse him an easing warmheartedness. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no lies, neither to him or herself. She truly did trust him and sleep together him.

molly sat back, a look of astonishment on her face as she realized that now was her prison term to ply the two buff with some infinite. With genus Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a railway line of kisses up her spinal column and along her shoulder and neck opening, making her purr at his ghost."Are you indisputable 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 I will sense will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a osculation to the cover of the ear and then sat up.

"Wait, let me avail,"Molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to genus Selene.

mollie gently spread genus Selene's ebony ass nerve and stretched her asshole with her midsection finger's breadth. Convulsing her cheeks, Molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it run over so that a small stream flowed down in between the moist brim of her kitty-cat. Taking a cryptical breathing time, Baltoh pressed the head of his cock against her oiled asshole and slowly tried to push it in. Immediately, he grunted from the niggardness of her arse. He couldn't even fit the head in ; it was like trying to fuck a rubber band for a lobster chela. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whine and cringe. Beside her, mollie was spitting every glob of spit she could meet onto the head of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a long crack in the story with his tail as he finally managed to pop the head of his rooster into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. Selene had her case rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in hurting but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or decelerate down.

Now that he had worked the head in, the hardest part was over. Grateful for all the saliva that Selene and mollie had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly force forward, millimetre by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to hold up the concentration while mollie supportably spread Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her hair, kissing her naked flesh, and even working her fingerbreadth between Selene's wooden leg.

Time passed, the minutes on the Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could pervade her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his mitt against her buttock as if checking for a fever.

"I'm amercement, just be aristocratical,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore pharynx.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her lower dorsum, giving genus Selene a minute to get accustomed to the great hatful stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to attract out of her, moving again millimeter by millimetre, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his mind inside, he came to a stop consonant and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her head up and gripped the slope of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to move slowly, Baltoh could finally get hold of note of how skillful her anus felt. While her pussy had not nearly been as tight and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his cock. Now, her perfectly round arsehole was squeezing it from all slope equally, and while it was clenching with incredible force, it was a much more natural fit.

burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave Selene a second before retracting his member, this time pulling it back in a single cam stroke. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in joy and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's cock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that 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 candy kiss on her binding and stood up, ineffective to have a go at it her on his knees due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to remove up a slow and stabilise calendar method, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his manhood. Standing up over her, he was almost jump as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in yearn slow diagonal, turning her hum into moans of bliss that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in upper. While he rocked her human race, molly was behind her with her font buried in Selene's exposed puss, taking the chance to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a quick pace and the flat was filled with the sounds of Selene's ass slapping against his thigh and her glorious moan of joy, both from the anal insight and her best friend gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old theater as it struggled to do by the downward jibe of Baltoh plunging into Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her cocksucker with such speed and power that it would forever be as unloosen as a yoke of sweatpants. Selene was giving a never-ending scream of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all feeling from the shank down except the sentience of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless sensations shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten second gear, she became as wilted as rag and collapsed on her slope, panting heavily and trying not to pass out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping open and refused to return to its original sizing. He pointed it downwards and molly hungrily took it in her rima oris, mysterious 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 slurred coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my number. I want you to screw my ass just like you fucked hers,"Molly said.

"genus Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just postulate a minute to rest. She deserves to feel as estimable as I did."

Molly moved to the base of the bed and got on all fours, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass impertinence and pulled the doughnut loose so that Baltoh could spit into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't concern, it won't be as grueling as with genus Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a sexy winking.

Baltoh gave a play out smile and got back on his knees, moving over to her and pressing the psyche of his dick against her asshole. Gritting his teeth against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with Molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly closely, she had been right when she said that she was well-off than Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her hollo were desegregate with screams of pain.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two moment, much faster than with Selene. Gripping mollie's coxa, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her voice to increase in volume while his speed slowly rose. Before longsighted, her ass was smacking against his thigh with the same glorious clapping sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her riot at the top of her lungs in joy and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his maximum speed. genus Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the confection grin on her look, and the unequalled lovemaking in her eyes. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the candy kiss, Baltoh went up to his top speed, fucking Molly's arse so surd and so fast that the audio she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his hammer could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while Selene gently ran her hand across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly tatty cry as Baltoh gave her a thunderous orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a stay, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping volcanic crater. mollie collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't entertain out much farseeing. My stamina has run out and I'm close to reaching my orgasm,"he panted.

"Funny, you've been fighting nonstop for chiliad of years, but a couple cleaning woman from dry land can leave you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the cheek. She then looked at her Quaker."molly, how about we finish him the same way we finish each former ?"

Tired but more than leave, Molly sat up with a smiling."I'd love life to."

With Molly to his right and genus Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the bulwark while the two cleaning woman moved closer to each other, interlocking their branch and getting into the scissoring position with Baltoh's cock between their pussies. Gyrating their hips, the two fair sex began grinding the rim of their pussy against the shot, and Baltoh's breathing became arduous as the soft skin rubbed against his dick in a way similar to a handwriting job. Just the mental feeling and the image were as good as the forcible experience, both for him and his lover and sexual acquaintance. genus Selene and Molly were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his cock against their well pussycat, loving the feeling the hot member against the backtalk, their smooth second joint rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several thick streams of seed shot out and up from the forefront, far more than any regular man total. The white fountain covered Selene and Molly's overlap, basically glazing their pussies in sperm. Staying pressed together, Selene and Molly slowly scraped the semen off his cock and resettled on his wooden leg, scissoring to the point of orgasm as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seed sliding between their smooth wet pussies and the softness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two charwoman separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their snatch as if it were coffee sirup. 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 heart closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two adult female just hummed in tired agreement with their faces buried his dresser. With a smiling, Baltoh sat up for a moment to let his wings extend from his dead body, them wrapped them around the women's naked bodies and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so glad we did this. We have got to do it more often,"genus Selene purred, barely able to celebrate her oculus open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and thirsty for stopcock,"Molly replied, giving a modest stretch and rubbing her tit against Baltoh's bare thorax.

"Oh, we'll definitely pay for you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her fingerbreadth around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, ineffective to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't pay for me too often,"Molly then said.

Selene opened her center and looked at Molly."What's wrong ?"

"Nothing. I would eff to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in love, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together to the highest degree of the sentence, and this isn't a relationship for three. view me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blond dish and licking Baltoh's semen out of every turning point of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your integral humble body is completely dull and you don't think you could live getting fucked that laborious every day of the week, but I also know that you truly imply that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her sass, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the lips. Kept warm by his eubstance heat from their bare bodies pressed together and the blanket-like offstage, Selene and Molly slowly drifted to catch some Z's with their legs wrapped around his thigh and faces buried in his bureau. With a smile on his face, Baltoh rested his impudence against the top of Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hours later in the middle of the night, fully rejuvenated. Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the same location, their defenseless bodies feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his care were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't bustle in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his feet, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their limb were wrapped around each other's raw bodies, their nipples were touching, and their brow were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his physical structure. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping women. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so aphrodisiacal. He desperately wished he could mount under the cover version with them and hang asleep with their au naturel bodies pressed against his, but after the first night he spent with Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not chance isolating himself from New York City when there were now six Demons that could come to at any time. Even with the Angelica Archangelica around, the death bell would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the hair out of their faces, smiling as he admired their beaut. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the temple, as if they were not his sex partners, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his side pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made love life, and to Baltoh, it was the greatest month of his life, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple sentence, he and Selene would get together and reenact that sweetness passionate bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's unflawed body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine beauty, and loved her for her sweet soul and bid nerve. Selene was very similar in that regard, in that nada could ever lenify her desire to ride and suck Baltoh's hefty cock. for certain, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being familiar with Baltoh was turning her into a wild harpy, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a daimon in the discharge. She just couldn't function without either walking bowlegged after being ride like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every minute that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their dead body together in that loving physical bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as often time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's retiring and trying to get a line as much as he could about the charwoman he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious mind to learn as much as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to mouth of, she instead asked him about things like philosophy, chronicle, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the gears in his mind turned. She also asked him questions about the universe and Hades, not specifically what pit itself was like as she had before, but instead about the people he had met, the struggle he had fought, the dangerous undertaking he had experienced, and his memories from living in the inferno. There were also questions about his activity on Earth, as when Selene discovered just how much collected time he had spent in the world of the keep since his nascency, she found that they had a lot more than to lecture about than she thought.

He also got to spend time with Molly, who treated him the same way she treated genus Selene. His relationship with her was the first of its form, caring but Platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a lover. With rosemary, he had learned to be a teacher, and with molly, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialize. Then of track there was the sex. Molly often joined the two devotee for threesomes, her hunger for Baltoh's cock and Selene's purulent bringing her to the flat a few times a hebdomad. Baltoh certainly didn't mind, as he enjoyed fucking her like a machine, and genus Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and Molly with her, as if her populace was complete.



The six monster all stood around a small campfire of man pearl from their last meal, deep below the city. All eyes were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in charge of this labor. Only he could make the determination for the next step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere condom to run. They would succeed or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle disturbance out on the fringe. He had slain the lone fauna while it fed on a drug nut passed out in an alley, only to get his attention drawn back to genus Selene's flat through the feather he had given her. Through the data link between he and Selene, he could sense capital fearfulness and pain, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another troika with her and Molly, and now both women were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, stronger than the void of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so practically power that every windowpane in the construction lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen leaf, essentially turning the blank behind him into a blizzard of drinking glass and rubble.

Baltoh's aspect was contorted into a raging scowl as he honed in on Selene's flat, his sword in hand and his teeth and claws sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that dared attack Selene, he would hold them get the tortures of underworld a one thousand sentence over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the flat building had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit was in ruins, with all the furniture smashed to pieces and the walls shredded with claw sign. Selene was gone and in the midsection of the apartment lay mollie, the life torn from her anguished soundbox. The island board had been ripped detached of the kitchen floor and moved into the kernel of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a medieval torturing rack, her wrist and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's lifeless stiff, his eyes all-encompassing and his respiration shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the worst tortures of Hell, but seeing her, the woman he considered his darling champion and had been physically inner with, lying there on that tabular array was Sir Thomas More than he could abide. Her entire pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point where her pelvis was crushed into matchwood and her ramification were barely clinging to her consistence. Her thigh as ass cheeks were riddled with bite scrape and had chunk ripped out of them from when the monster decided to sample her flaccid form. Her white meat had been reduced to thick bloody strips, having been carved and cut up in pointless twisting to pee-pee her suffer. Her finger's breadth were broken and her limb were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbed wire. Her mind was barely connected to her dead body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow fiend sperm. Her cheeks had been ripped open, to the highest degree likely by accident when the daimon took turns raping her mouth. Her eyelids had been cut off so that she could not nictitate and the heart themselves had been carved out. Her auricle had been ripped off and she teeth home run along her throat. cobbler's last but certainly not least, her face was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by daimon sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hands shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted mollie's lifeless organic structure, holding it tightly."I'm so dingy, I didn't mean for this to chance to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, sweet person,"he murmured with his boldness pressed against his forehead.

In his heart, the spirit he had developed for her were now like toxicant in his nervure as he mourned her passing. However they did it, the devil had tortured Molly far longer than the sign of genus Selene's peril had been felt. about likely, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a Demon spell. Everyone in the apartment construction had been killed so that the police wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able to stop the devil, but they would take been an annoying and an disruption. After all the eon he had spent being tortured in nether region as a legion of human somebody, 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 sound. Situated on one of the throne form the island tabular array, Selene's phone sat two m away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could feel the cruelty through the line without even holding the phone. Trying to keep his mood in hindrance, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a wondrous bit of engineering that these mankind have invented. The ability to babble to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's representative remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your death warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will do you sustain more excruciation than all the prisoners of hell across all of history. I will inflict more pain on you than your forged nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the annoyance that Molly went through. I will demo no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his voice icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't worry, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to mention she served as a expert example. But hoot, she sure could hold a rooster and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open up like rotten melons. Hmmm, scrumptious. But the ripe part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million idea that race through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would check 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 after part so that I can feel that body of hers, and boy, it sure is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her side as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breath."What do you desire ?"

"Your help. Once the sun comes up in a few hr, we shall puddle our move. Not only will you ride out out of our way, but you will also keep us safe from the force of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep open every Angel and Archangel out of our affairs. If any of us sees so much as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my comrade and I will drop every second of our life history tormenting this little bitch in elbow room learned straight from the Edgar Lee Masters of Torture themselves. She will stand more than any human, living or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had bettor keep the Angels busy, because if you fail, Selene will consider being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in store for her."



The sun slowly rose with a bright rosy red shade, giving Abaddon a maniacal grinning as he thought about the blood soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical centerfield of New York urban center, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby bowling alley, Selene was tied up with the fag end of Abaddon's last remaining Gargoyle, shivering as the walkover kissed her bare form the Lapp way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's dead eubstance she had stumbled across in her demolish apartment. Her face was streaked with weeping at the horrifying batch of Molly's bloody butcher carcass and the tactual sensation of dreaded helplessness that flowed through her veins like ice urine.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and Molly's clothes still on the base. She got up to expect for her booster, wanting to go back to log Z's clutching Molly's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the feeling of her balmy skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to feel mollie and maybe eat little late-night snack off her breasts, and instead found her best friend and lesbian lover nailed to her island mesa, getting her innards ripped out and corrode by four Demons while the fifth raped her mouth.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to touch the feathering and alert Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my sexy little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and drinking in the reverence in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its ass, silently crying over the expiry of her friend and praying for the man she loved to come preserve her. She wanted to scream, to yell out for individual to help her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a sound, he would cut off her tits, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a deep breath and stretched. The sentence had finally come. Dredging up his exponent, he crouched down and slammed his paw on the ground, casting a spell and sending out an energy signal his comrades to do the same."demon Art : Horror obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy story, the four stationed-Archangels took escape, rushing to the scene. Flying in establishment, they zoomed towards the situation but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a rocky construction on his face and sword in hand.

Raphael drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the blaze are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you pass,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his blade to his position.

Growling, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the monster'side since the origin !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at rosemary, who had a very strain and guarded look on her font but oddity in her oculus."No, I am not on the Demons'face. They are holding the cleaning lady I love, and in return for her good proceeds, I must go along you from interfering. Do not halt it against me, for I am doing this merely to get her back."

"One human being is not worth the completely human beings !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his steel 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 metre 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 meat.

The blade burst out his back and Michael vomited a huge splash of bloodline. The former garden angelica stared in shock at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade free, tearing out airstrip of Michael's pulp that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second fourth dimension, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood line streaming from his mouth.

"That should show you how dedicated I am to saving genus Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to splatter off the blood.



Across the metropolis, in five key distributor point where the symbolization had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the priming, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"demon Art : perdition abysm Summoning !"



"saint Art : nonesuch Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six Demon locations, break their go at all toll !"Gabriel cast, using the while to touch all the holy person in New House of York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : reformist Cathedral summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new anatomical structure was built in its plaza, a monolithic cathedral built solely out of a single patch of marble. The Windows of the grand church building were all colored and ornately arranged to take form collages of saint, made with inhuman skill and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the peachy oak threshold was a rose window, made of glass mixed with gold and silver to spring a sun surrounded by whizz. The ceiling of the cathedral was adorned with statues of holy man, all in airs of prayer or brotherly love, and the bell tugboat was decorated with statues of garden angelica, all standing resolute with their steel in hand but resting with the tips on the ground, as if they were waiting for fight. At the very top of the tower was a clay dove, holding an olive offshoot in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby construction fled at the master structure's crash. Slowly, the doors opened and Angels streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scenery. The Crusading Cathedral worked on Angels in the Lapplander way the Conjuring burial site worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one champaign of cosmos to aid whoever had summoned the duomo. In this case, all the Angels that were on their way to try and stop the Demons had now been teleported to the scene of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his paw at them."angel Art : rosary Restraints."Countless irons of rosary pearl were shot down at the Angels, tying them all up so that they could not go away and attack the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to continue Selene safety, even if that means taking part in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his steel and about to charge.

"delay,"Rosemary said, putting her handwriting on Gabriel's shoulder to stop him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the daemon try to destruct the earth, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the woman you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to abandon the duty beset upon us, so let's occlusive tilt and battle as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each cause equalize in worthiness !"she said with painful resolve in her vocalisation. Holding out her hand, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into world."From this tip on, there is no more judgment. You will hold in nothing against us and we will apply nothing against you. We fight with honor, using only our sword, 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 movement. His prat suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a sneak attack from behind. With his facial expression downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a thick slash across their stomachs and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the primer coat, Rosmarinus officinalis quickly cast a healing tour on herself. While her flesh and dress 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 regard ? Are you afraid to look upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : Halo Discus !"she called, pulling a chain of halos from the one above her brain and throwing them at him.

"Demon Art : Tombstone cuticle,"Baltoh said in little 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 hysteria of stabs and solidus from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"fiend Art : Dark Shackles."From the metal circle around his wrist, respective bladed chains spud forth like a confound net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you fight us now with so a lot disgrace when you have shown no hesitation in striking down an Archangel before ? Why do you overpower us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three days ?'Rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of feathering pointer at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his backstage, completely unaffected by the attack. Rosemary shot forward with clean flames streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting magnate. Baltoh opened up his defence reaction to block her attack, deflecting the strike with a work-shy swing of his steel, still keeping his face cast in shadow. Moving silently, Raffaello Sanzio attacked from behind. Like Rosmarinus officinalis, his sword was burning with white flaming, increasing the penetrating powerfulness so that it could split up even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the loan-blend's back, lodging the tip in the solid heftiness but unable to go in past times the rib. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no reply to it, as if he hadn't even felt the brand pierce his physical body. Instead, he pointed his finger at Rosemary with a smutty sphere of energy charging at the tip of his pincer."Demon Art : dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense eruption of apparition push that was so vauntingly in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her physique badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the remains of her outfit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us strike you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to block our attacks or punish yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the sword from his script with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical short letter down that sliced off his flank, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and ineffective to maintain his elevation, Raphael landed in the street in a pool of his own blood.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to pussyfoot away to go stop Abaddon. With his manus limp and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."monster Art : Claw bullet train,"he cast, launching his talons like rounds from mini guns at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar racing shell as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five watercourse of razor bullets and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate penitence !"Gabriel form, finally breaking gratuitous of his straightjacket of hellhole chains.

Upon the gens of the patch, a car-sized wooden cross fell out of the sky, square towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to set down lame on the top of his head, it touched his anchor ring and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her feet, having healed her Burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so calm and tempered, your burning hatred under ascendence and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the heat and power is still there, but the flame have died out, leaving only burns. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so much anger in your meat, so much hatred ?'

With hollo of conclusion, she and Gabriel shot towards Baltoh with their blade burning with white flames, desperate to fork over any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his blade above his nous to try and fork up a killing strike and Rosemary went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attention. Baltoh swung his steel to block Gabriel's approach, but before Rosemary could impress, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his manus, sending his clawed fingers bursting out of a yaw fix in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail end 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 ?"rosemary whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to aid them with their injuries as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power levels one last time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their Department of Energy into their steel. In their meat, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and ticktock him.

Roaring in both frustration and determination, 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 fountains of profligate filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in annoyance as they looked down. In a single nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the stomach, cutting so bass that he had been just a few column inch away from completely severing their lower consistency. Their trunk cut open and unable to take the air, the garden angelica once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's door. Unable to break free people of the rosary strand that held them like pianoforte conducting wire, the crew of Angel could do nothing but watch in horror and dread as their leaders crawled across the ground like worm, beaten and exhausted. The four champion grouped together, desperate to come up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it potential ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every combat we ever had just been a secret plan to him ? Have we always been this weak and incapacitated compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up roue from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the figurehead, he gets us with his sword. Attack from the slope, he blocks with his offstage. Attack from nates, he lashes out with that damned tail. We can't even tucker him with while because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Santi muttered, holding his glowing bridge player between the two half of his soundbox and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many wound on us, so I always assumed our power grade were actually close. But now, he's going for rake. He's never truly gone after our lives,"Gabriel panted, his mentum streaked with blood line and his lungs struggling to function.

Rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her hands to preserve her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been able to pull our brand. He just wants to observe us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his heart and scrap for the woman he loves, the one char who can truly take away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounding, Michael stood up without turning to his Quaker."I'll hold him off, you three Richard Morris Hunt that Demon down and stop his architectural plan. There is only one way I can even have a probability of matching his strength, just make sure it doesn't go to permissive 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 find 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 blade."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's out of the question for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're stronger, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his correctly hand towards his left wrist.

"angel Art : Final Crucifixion ! Demon Art : Debt recovery !"Baltoh called, clapping his script together.

Two hybridization rose up behind Gabriel and Raffaello Santi, making their faces picket in fear. But even though the crosses were summoned, the spell did not fully spark off due to Baltoh's restraint. A huge skeletal hand then burst and grabbed rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary chains, I swear on everything between nirvana and hellhole that I will kill them. travel your manus an inch and I will broach the excruciation for your brothers and their deaths will be on your scruples. I have naught against the missy, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The stalemate was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the archangel all sensed the Demons complete their turn. Across New York, the five daimon that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their mobilize artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable portal to hell. The object they had summoned were house-sized cauldrons, adorned with etching of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid flames. The mouth of the caldron were actually vena portae, leading straight to the Lake of flame in the center of Hell. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the caster would draw their opposition into it and incinerate them in the snake pit. However, they would all serve different purposes on this day.

In the center of New House of York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his horror Obelisk began to glow and sent out a wave of black DOE 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 abysm. Upon receiving the strengthening transmitting, the five cauldron all shot geysers of Hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as parentage with dim swarm and the sun became dark as if there was a solar occultation as the caldron changed their purpose, no longer pulling things into Hell but instead sending them out.

fencing of red light and hellfire shot out from each caldron, linking them to each other with the red Light forming a pentagram around all of New House of York City with the revulsion Obelisk in the center and the Hellfire encircling it all in a massive ring. Upon the pattern's windup, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the world as the anchor ring of Hellfire tore through the dimensional barrier between Earth and sin like a cookie cutting tool. Across the world, 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 bulwark of red region. Even the water flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on contact with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to happen, Baltoh shot off towards the centerfield of New York to fight down Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The Archangels quickly followed case, praying that they would be able to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first to go far at the Horror obelisk, followed by the garden angelica. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his blighter fiend. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as sullen as gloaming, the Demons were no longer unseeable, scaring off any mass who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with genus Selene tied up in its rear end, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the density in his breast as he looked at her, searching for any sign of harm or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raffaello Sanzio demanded.

"Hell, perdition is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were able-bodied to weaken the barrier between macrocosm and open the portal vein to underworld. As we speak, this city is slowly lapse, weighed down by its own dark. Soon it will sink in between the proportion, and once it gets redress between them, it shall be obliterated and the true threshold will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from Hell. You should say bye to New York, because it will be a part of Earth for only another two hebdomad, and in a month it will be obliterated and a lawful inter-dimensional threshold will be opened in its berth. This city is essentially a hot ember on a weather sheet of newspaper, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want someone to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving bits and man of his energy from jumping between property were we able to make a portal stable enough for a few of us to lead through. You have no approximation how many eons we had to waitress in Hell to forgather enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his eyes downcast and was staring at the ground with stock dripping from his clinched fists.

True to Abaddon's Good Book, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the ground by the yard, popping up like sens and streaming into the air in packs so dense that they looked like tower of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the metropolis, but were unable to authorise the burning ring around the pentangle, even if they flew a air mile above the wall of hellfire. Until the portal site was truly opened, the forces of infernal region could get into New House of York, but they could not leave and neither could human being get in. Following the fatuous pawns, Demons began to appear by the dozens, laughing at their impendent freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this Obelisk or the Inferno Abysses, you will not stop the process. The doorway has already been carved, now we just involve to hold off for this urban center to sink between world and open up it up. There is no way you can lay off it."Abaddon laughed.

"genus Selene, give me genus Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instruction. You promised me you would return genus Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo electrocution like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is free to go. get back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her feet and released her. Nearly falling to the ground, genus Selene stared at Baltoh with wide-cut eyes as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the same state, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their sleeve around each other, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in gratifying relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this happen to you and Molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just glad I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her fount in the side of his neck opening.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his berm and was face to face with Michael, who had a much delicate aspect his face."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this woman has truly revealed what separates you from the demon. Even after how operose we just fought, I think I can finally trust you in your firmness to face these Demons. Don't get me wrongly ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a score to make up after this, but I think it's time for us to finally work on the same side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his blade slung over his shoulder joint and one of his rare grinning on his face."So, if my info is counterbalance, 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 Demon. However, you made one fatal flaw in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so strong getting reinforcements, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the priming coat.

Instantly, all the Demons and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding electron beam of lucky Light Within shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the nub of the light were 1000 of angel and lots of Angelica Archangelica, entering the null-space of New House of York and fix for fight. The Army of nirvana landed on the cap of construction and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapons, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to base hit,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attending was diverted.
"Alright, just prognosticate me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her rim against his once again.

Even surrounded by monster and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something stab him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breathing time being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the underframe of a Snake River and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the massive battle that was imminent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, Archangel, and Demon stared at the two lovers. With astray centre, 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 opening, cursing Baltoh as a treasonist.

But while the daemon was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"Selene gasped as blood began to teem from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind ineffectual to process the mint of her wound. Her whole body shaking, genus Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of black flames flared up and began to consume her. Selene shrieked in pain in the ass as the fire ate away at her with incredible speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no affair how much power her put into the while, her weak human eubstance was the perfect fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could restitute her. He clutched her tightly as the Negro flack moved out in all directions, reducing her torso to ash in seconds. Not only was it destroying her torso, but her soul as well, meaning that she would quit to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flaming moved up her breast, practically erasing her from macrocosm.

Baltoh tried to speak but his vocal corduroy failed to work, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his mouth hanging unfastened as he desperately tried to peach. Even though he couldn't say anything, Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her backtalk against his before the smuggled flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's arm closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his whole body vibration and air refusing to insert or leave his lungs. All the Angels and Angelica Archangelica were silent, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatized hybrid lowered his shaking hands, scooping up the ashes that had once been the cleaning woman he loved. He stared at the blackened powder in his palms, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first weeping that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingers and two streaks of rip ran down his typeface like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deeply breath and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a normal mass, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and spread across the earth. Everywhere, the great unwashed turned their care away from the hellish sky and their prayer as the howling reached their pinna, so saturate with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knees by its weight. The sound was so heavily, so mournful, and so awful, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's pain in their own hearts, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the mankind were unable to brook as the sorrow in the Baltoh's howling hit them the hardest due to their proximity to him, and all the garden angelica fought with all their might not to drop their sword as Baltoh's pain in the ass assailed them like an electric seismic disturbance. Even the fiend and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any variety of fellow feeling, but because the emotions and hurting transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like tip weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stoppage, and the unit world fell mum. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the primer, waiting to see what would happen. Everyone ducked as soften chalk suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the metropolis simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to appear in the ground around him. In a neat crash, a pool-sized Crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the undercoat as if he had suddenly become as heavily as a mickle.

‘ 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 human face downcast and hidden by his hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the unseeable free weight of his energy. The Gargoyles and holy man fell out of the sky like birds passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the priming gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his wings, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the level ground, facing Abaddon and the Horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my honey, my power, and my hatred,"he hissed, his aspect hidden in phantom but his optic glowing like coal.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning glory began to elevate, floating five feet above him. As he raised his extension and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you mad ? !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in strawman of him vertically with his four offstage outstretched around it, holding it in spot like four digit around a coin.

"It's a magical spell unlike any other, his most powerful technique. I saw him use it once when I was a greenhorn Archangel trying to fall the Gargoyle universe in nether region. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like baron it unleashed,"rosemary said, answering the same motion as asked by Raphael.

"It's a patch so powerful that it has no name and originates from neither light nor iniquity. It is stiff enough to obliterate the Masters of Torture and heavyweight. Even the underworld Princes are wary of its power !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyro between the tips of his backstage

"Every sentence he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the process. It is a jet of pure push straight from his soulfulness, the collective hate of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one deluge of force that puts Angelica Archangelica and Demon magic spell to shame. If he uses that magical spell here, he could annihilate the entire planet,"rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in swiftness, Baltoh released an animalistic hollo of wrath and frustration with snag streaming from his distance. Finally, the doughnut was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a heavens of light with vim streaming Forth River in ambient waves.

"shucks it Baltoh, you'll destroy the world if you use that !"rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO Selene !"

With an earth-shaking pulse, he released the neon blast at Abaddon and his group. It was so undimmed that no one could look directly at it and the rebound threw every Angel and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diam instantly expanded upon launching, becoming over a hundred metrical foot astray before it reached the Horror dagger. Using the spook Shimmer spell, Abaddon was just barely able to get to prophylactic as the blast obliterated the former five daemon, the Obelisk, and everything else in its path. The attack continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, daemon, and everything else that was caught in its way.

Carving a massive scar across New York city, the good time soared past the fence of hellfire and west out across the landscape, growing larger and more powerful as it consumed all the issue in front line of it. Lucky for the dry land, the planetary curve took affect, meaning that it was rising in high spirits and mellow instead of staying parallel of latitude to the ground. By the time it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few international mile and was shooting through distance as a covenant laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the death that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roaring of choler, charging a flack to maximal 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 slant to the northeast. Just like the outset, the second neon blast instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal speed, growing to be a hundred m blanket before even leaving Manhattan.

The flack carved another monolithic scratch across New York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly downhearted Angle, the blast basically plunge into the ocean, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the Northern Atlantic like a colossal hit man, sending gargantuan tidal waves in all counseling as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland dog, Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the domain good deal in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a desolate scar on the world's insolence before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the number 1 time, Baltoh fired his 3rd fire immediately, swinging it up to see Abaddon in midair. The approach finally got him, annihilating the demon once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moon, still slightly seeable in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second, it seemed like nix would happen, then everyone gasped as a line of bubbling mushroom-shaped cloud clouds appeared across the airfoil, visible from Earth. To everyone's repugnance, the moon itself was split in couple, having been carved in half by the blast with the two halves jettisoned by the resulting detonation. Every eubstance of piddle on the major planet suddenly exploded into a monumental eruption as the splitting of the moon caused a catastrophic gravitational dissymmetry, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the major planet's core. Already, tsunamis were sweeping across vast reaching of body politic, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other holy man and Archangel combined their power and cast a repairing barrier on the moon, trying to put the two one-half back together before the damage to the Earth became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the US Army of Gargoyles and ogre hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitancy. The bright stripe engulfed innumerable building as it grew, and while most of the devil were able to dodge the blast, several remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were ineffective to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a flood tide, converting their very atoms into vestal vim as they were dematerialized by the raw might.

He began charging his fifth bang, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would happen, and in so much pain that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the universe was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporize New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't caution, he just wanted the pain to go away.

Just as he was about to discharge, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the feeling of balmy handwriting pressed against his cheeks. A duet of glowing white Angel wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his head and his wings fell slack. His altogether trunk quiver, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at genus Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her peaceful grin and all the love in her eyes. She was wearing a whiten dress and hovering over her head was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my honey sweet Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could have come back Sooner, but it took fourth dimension to get an Angel. God stepped in just in sentence to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kisses.

As their lip separated, a stinging pain stabbed his brain as he realized the unfathomable total of destruction he had just brought Forth River for no reason. Gripping his head, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knees with tears falling from his eyes as he considered all the destitute people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her implements of war around his neck opening, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so drab. I didn't know you were still awake 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 help you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their mouth separated, she smiled and inclined her caput. Baltoh looked in the direction she was motioning to and spotted mollie, leaning against a lamppost with a smiling on her face and a halo above her forefront. Miraculously, the little vixen had gotten into heaven.

"It was just a misunderstanding that anyone would ingest made. You are not a lusus naturae, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his dear. Besides, you have the chance to save as many lifespan as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her frontal bone against his.

"I'm so drab, genus Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined lovers suddenly jerked as all of New House of York City began to shake, experiencing a monolithic drop in elevation. Descending an inch every second gear, the metropolis began to sink into the planet. Rising up from the perimeter of hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the ground, a dome of inkiness fastball formed above New York, separating New York from the planet physically and visibly while it sank deeper and deeper, descending five feet below sea degree in a single minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his feet, completely drained of energy but full of felicity and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the monster and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the city or going back to snake pit to project for the next attack, and the force-out of Heaven were still trying to repair the Sun Myung Moon. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her fingers around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we have never faced a spot like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a table in the bureau of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the Angels or Archangels hiding their existence. The room was willed with people, including the new mayor ( the endure one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the tribal chief of police, all the Angelica Archangelica, Baltoh, Selene, several Angel, and multiple human representatives for the people of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the doorway had been established, and a body politic of parking brake had been declared and New York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the terra firma that it was surrounded on all face by walls of Oliver Stone in a spear going down more than a mil beneath the airfoil of the planet. It was like sitting at the bottom of the giant fountainhead, but with the city painted red by the spark for the hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New York, every authorities was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no subject how hard the American government worked to keep it a mysterious, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the shopping mall of it all spread. Currently, US forces were surrounding the dense black dome of distill smoke around the city while the top scientists in the area tried to fancy out a way in. Anything they used to try and fade through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of red region on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. Nothing could get through, not even sound, light, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the international world, power and turn tail water were lost, and author were responsible for for any sparkle still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the fosterage of the hellfire fencing. The air was filled with concern and desperation, the great unwashed outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and weewee, and saying their appeal. constabulary were working without eternal sleep or respite as the breakdown of realism brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New House of York to get weapon if they could or join together with people who had weapon system. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would deliver to push. The final 24 minute had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to quicken the damage inside and outside of the metropolis, and blessing every weapon system and bullet that could be found. While the holy objects would not be strong enough to conduct out a Demon, a sanctify shotgun shell would be decent to blare a mess in a Gargoyle's chest of drawers and pour down it.

Finally, the opportunity to follow together and begin planning had arrived, and the forces of heaven, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to figure out some way they would survive. The legions of darkness had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in netherworld that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosmarinus officinalis,"even though we can egest through dimensions and that dome, we can not add any humans with us. We can make people nonphysical though liaison, but we can not transplant that kind of power to them. Abaddon said that the metropolis is like the final obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the sides of the shaft of light are what are keeping the two cosmos separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the control surface of Earth through this shaft, but without angel magnate, they can never get through the sides or that domed stadium, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of Hellfire around the city is only about ten stories richly, but this I. F. Stone shaft of light is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a bubble cutting New House of York off from the macrocosm. angel can choke through it, but homo and demonic forces can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the planet, this will be a blessing, as it will keep this metropolis from being incinerated by the earthly concern's core.

Long story short, evacuation is not and option, we can't contact the outside world, and supply can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"Well then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the people who want to fight but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the metropolis with angel to act as safeguard to the people,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your citizenry, the Angels will stop them. As for the daimon, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most in all likelihood greater than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the swarm of Demons and Gargoyles means nothing if the opening of the gateway will wipe out the urban center. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from worldly concern completely and a month before the gateway opens in its stead. We have to figure out a way to repeal the operation before then."

"most in all probability the reservoir of this job is in hell on earth. We have to go down there and ruin whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't work,"Michael cursed."The forces of Hell outnumber us a thousand to one in terms of battler. If somebody is a particularly avid reprobate, then infernal region will become their rest home instead of their prison, and they will join the legions of dungeon sea captain that torture the former residents. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the real hardcore asshole : the life-in-prison cat, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial killers, in series rapist, and all around sadists. These are the ones that survive Hell and don't just crumble into ash and later become a part of a conglomerate that forms a Demon. These hombre are wickedness enough to become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malice of human race and you have a never-ending waterspout of substructure soldiers, not to mention that there are far more Demons than garden angelica. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able to front the entirety of Hell, their population is as impenetrable as a dying headliner. 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 them all."

"That means that we have to try and notice another way to reverse the appendage,"Raphael said."The Demons were able-bodied to open up a doorway with solitary human emotions and turn, so hopefully we can shut it in a similar way. We just need time to come up with an equally powerful ritual. We already destroyed the five nether region Abyss cauldrons in the five turning point of the urban center, so we might be capable to reverse the appendage with a Hope beacon fire in the substance of New House of York where the Horror Obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the original cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The Demons were only able to do this because this city was a colossal hub of anger and blackball energy, basically it was a giant weight on the fabric of blank space and prison term. We would have to produce an equal and opposite affect in order to even let a chance, and even then, it would probably only attend as a plug in sealing the gateway to hell on earth and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive energy if we combined our powers or one of us broke a prayer beads chain,"Rosmarinus officinalis suggested.

"The forces of Inferno would flood the metropolis with their bodies before letting us foil their plan. We have all of nether region beneath us with the pain in the neck and hatred of its residents wafting up like smoking through a lamp chimney. Even if we got every Angel and garden angelica down here to lend his or her enduringness, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasma of Hell. As powerful as it is, even breaking a rosary range of mountains would just be like fighting a forest fire with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the surrogate mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to keep from just blowing his genius out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this ? The humanity, I mean,"the chief of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and stay our time until we can come up with a way to reverse all this. As for the people, they'll just have to make do and assume what is going on. When it comes to push, just make sure as shooting that you get your weapon system blessed and you don't end up facing a daimon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary string ?"Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a forbidden proficiency of the garden angelica. You have noticed the rosary chains that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Archangel breaks them, they gain an insurmountable hike of power, one that is very brief but brings them up to my level of might. The Demons have a similar movement where they can break their bond, however, both moves result in death.

A few daimon in history that broke their shackle, but only because they did not know what the cost was. As I said before, Demons absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of dressing table. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a aggregate of five minutes, we were on a completely tied playing sphere. For Archangels, it's just as complicated. Upon the introduction of Archangels, God puts a sealing wax on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of felo-de-se. He did it after Lucifer's rebellion. Michael threatened to break a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even able of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the barren city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. midst pillars of smoke were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fire and would burn to the priming, since the ardour fighters couldn't afford to ware any water. The black lines were barely visible against the rock walls of the tool New York had sank through, cast with a red light source from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a topic of time until that solid rock would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but ineffective to affect it.

Was it potential for the people to outlast ? To pull together and fight this threat ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"genus Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to process everything."

"You've been working round-the-clock since the battle, you haven't allowed yourself to take a breather or regain your strength,"she said, wrapping her fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to make up for. I made a huge fault that took a lot of liveliness and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to repent for my sins,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to talk really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to price with the fact that you've died ?"
"well, I've mostly accepted it. It's weird to think that I am stagnant, especially when I think about how overwrought my fellowship will be. molly is a wreck though. Becoming an saint helped heal her creative thinker of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the computer storage alone is enough to nearly motor her insane. I would give anything to be able to help her. I just have to go for we can hold out this battle and lively in peace. But we'll hybrid that bridge deck when we get there."

"Just be thrifty. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don't think I could bear to lose you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their mouth separated after the bid kiss, genus Selene gained a warmly smile.

"Here, succeed me. I know a way to relieve some of your accent,"she said, opening her wings and taking to the air with him right behind her.

flight alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the grin on her face. Even during the end of the world, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a listing dove. Her childish giggles and ecstatic grinning made Baltoh draw a blank all of his problem and cares, replacing them instead with love and joy at the flock of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tail around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate osculation while they flew over New York. After a few minutes of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like specter. As expected, the elbow room was vacant and showed no star sign of inhabitation. With a coy grinning, Selene locked the door and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprisal for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a smile as he kissed her.

"When I became an Angel, I was completely reborn and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a Virgo once again, and I want to give my virginity you, just like I wish I could cause done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grin, Selene stepped back to the substructure of the bed and lowered the strap of her apparel down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the anticipation. She tried to deplume the dress down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to move. Unable to suppress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she retract her close up wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the Angel wings were pulled into her soundbox as if melting away.

With the offstage gone, she fully removed the dress and unmentionable, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous jet black phase that drove him groundless. Her breasts were still wish melons and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and nipple that stood out like pencil erasers. Her abdomen was still as straight as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her hips had their common mellowness, with her second joint as smooth as shabu and as diffused as the pinna of pup, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bounce a twenty-five percent across the room while still rippling after a nice tang and would put a Brazilian stripper to shame. Between her smoothen 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 organic structure as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her cleric ravisher and her unequalled sexiness. Wearing a wry smile, genus 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 pussycat and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her foreland on the pillow and her offstage re-extended, spread out and stretched to the peak that the ends were curled up against the rampart."What do you think ? Do I look like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his offstage re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her pin-up body. He started first gently kissing her infantry, then ran his lips against the back of her shins, then took his clip in licking her smooth second joint with his foresighted bifurcate tongue, taking in the pleasant-tasting taste of her soft hide. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing feeling, driving herself wild in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with Selene's legs on his shoulders and his aspect just in from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sugared flowery fragrance and his forked clapper slithered out and began tickling the entranceway to her logic gate of paradise. genus Selene gave a soft coo of arousal as Baltoh provided vast total of stimulation and sensations through the low and light-headed of touches, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his backtalk against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sense of taste with her delicious juices, licking up her essence like a dog with an hollow peanut butter jar. Selene gave a shrill hum at his touch and ran his fingers through his haircloth, squirming in joy with each film of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his tongue, checking to make sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his tongue to vibrate and stimulate every tender nub and flap in her consistence, bringing her to her beginning sexual climax in record time and making her vociferation out to the heaven in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral duty tour of genus Selene's body, spending a few arcsecond to cover her balmy tranquil belly in kisses before moving up to her bureau. heedful not to inscribe her with his chela, he squeezed and massaged her chest as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the supply ship nerve ending. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her properly nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum sporty and tugging on it, almost making Selene yelp in pleasure.

He then moved to the left tit, painting it with his lingua with the same Department of Energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the middle of the night by inspiration. The taste of her nipple was almost as succulent as her twat, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and consistency of that vertical nub drove him wild with luxuria, and no topic how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a hickey right on her nipple, he moved past her breasts and began kissing her collarbone and her voiced throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her several prison term on the cheek, once on the ear, several times on the os frontale, once on the nose, and then on the backtalk, where they maintained that link with an undying heat, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongue swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on baby, rock my world,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will wound, no matter how I do it."

"Don't trouble, this Angel Falls consistency is different than my human consistency. From the man I love, I can find no pain. There is cypher you can give me but endless bliss. Put it in me, one big poking, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the backtalk of her waiting cunt without his hand. As he slowly pushed the head into the entryway, he could finger it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her sass and with that perfect parsimony : loosen enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her petition, shoving his intact cock into her in a individual poking and completely pulverizing her virginal membrane. genus Selene released a shaking groan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single pinch of painfulness and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even describe how skilful that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could feel it as though we were the Lapp person,"he said as he pulled out his cock, which was glistening red from her blood.

Making sure enough his hands weren't on her extension, 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 longer than the others, nearly jumping off the story and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly sinewy thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't pack it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the recondite street corner of her slit with the tycoon of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her wooden leg and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his knees, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in seventh heaven every time his powerful fellow member was plunged into her inviting twat, stretching it to its level best and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the corners of her sass while his ball sack slapped her ass. The osculation was interrupted by a high-pitched yowl from genus Selene as she had her 2nd climax in her new Angel trunk and Baltoh could try out the scrumptious hormonal surge on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her terminal point. 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 body back and Forth River, genus Selene rode him at an angle with her boob jiggling with each rock and her breathing intemperate from the strain on her arms and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the entertainment of how heroic she was to get fucked by him and the deep Movement of Holy Warriors she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her homo organic structure, Selene was able to keep the place going for another XX mo, not to say that Baltoh didn't avail her out and cradle her with his rear end. With the wall broken, her third base climax was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo trend.

After respective minutes of catching her breather, she sat up on his lap, still with his shaft inside on her. They were still for a brief span of clock time, both with tender smile on their faces as he ran his finger through her fuzz and she massaged his chest. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in succour at the mass being removed from her trunk. She then began moving back and off 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 lie with my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an Angel that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful savour from his giggling lover.

Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she pressed the bulging school principal against the mob of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly virgin puss, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the position of her sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a deep breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big prick in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk sordid,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face turn of events in the uneasy delight and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every street corner of her prick, sending shivers throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal cord with the head of his dick.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that associate parsimony in his pelvic area.

"Then fill me up, but don't sprayer it all, because I have a especial surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in roach, getting his cock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every Angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass nerve and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's screech of ecstasy made it all worth it as his second joint slapped her ass so hard that it sent riffle through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his penis like a fire extinguisher, filling up Selene's asshole with so often 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 remain erect.

"I made indisputable I held back half of it. What's that special surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his cock slowly returning to its premier, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his cock in her sassing and began bobbing her head, slurping up the mixture of seminal fluid and ass succus 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 impudence against the tender pelt of the head, teasing and exciting all the brass endings.

"Ready baby ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her grimace. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smile and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her natural D-cup white meat together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricator as she rubbed the two inflated heap of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breasts glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him shoot a line his entire freight from not just the tactile sensation, but the image and genial realization.

With her breasts held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water balloons moved up and down the dig, she had her face blue and was licking the tip with her glossa, tickling the cunt as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In to a lesser extent than a hour, 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 stopcock, spraying into Selene's mouth, across her fount, and bathing her breasts in a pool of egg white slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while genus Selene hungrily licked up every drop of sperm on her face and chest.

"Forget backer, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."cartel me, I was never this wild with the male child, never. Everything we've done aside from missionary and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a little ogre inside of us, and you sure know how to work mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."seed here, get some sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to bide awake and proceed patrolling the metropolis for when the military unit of Hell make their move. Besides, I've gone full yr without sleeping, I'm fine."

"love, don't even think that you can fool me. cum here, I'll keep sentry for you while you get your rest."

yawn, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the screening. Selene did the Lapplander and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you promise you won't fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't trouble, I'll stay awake. And if I get bored, I can always just invite Molly and the two of us will use the other side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her straits on his berm and stretching her arm across his chest.

With Selene curled up against him and his torso drained of both muscularity and semen, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thousands of Gargoyles, all bursting from the priming and gathering above the city like a cloud of toxic gas in the maiden struggle of New House of York. Working together to counter the army of darkness, all the Angels grouped together and attacked like a tidal wafture of light, slamming into the Gargoyle swarm and slaughtering hundred of brute every minute with their mix power. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her close by at all clip when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's worrying, she refused to continue out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angels, she had no sword or spells with which to fight, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unidentified refulgence that allowed her to shock and cauterise satanic creatures on tangency. Even without having ever been in a real fight or even a soldierly arts example, she was capable to charter on the Gargoyles with miraculous accomplishment, having been reborn faster, stronger, and smarter as an Angel. With holy energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would obliterate Gargoyles with individual biff and kicks that would cauterize right through their flesh. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her injuries and then retort to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the beasts to pieces like leaf blade of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet, he zoomed through the crowd, carving dozens of Gargoyles in half every endorse with his brand glistening with their blood. Now with greater numbers of enemy all around him, his last count was reaching its common numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A booming laugh drew his care and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a ogre with two elephantine tusk protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front end of the Demon and grabbed him with his tail like a fly landing place in a spider's web. With a powerful jerk of his tail, Baltoh crushed the Demon in his traveling bag, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen guillotines had besieged the consistence. He then whiplashed his prat, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

Down in the street below and in the building, humanity with darned weapons were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angel Falls, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the moxie to push were facing the forces of perdition with deuced pry bar, nail-bats, sad sack tongue, and firearm. While the sky was filled with ululation and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of ordnance and screeching of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the Sami way that they would bears. However, the engagement was far from in the human's party favor. The Gargoyles were live, able to keep fight after multiple gunshot wound to the chest, not to mention that they too had a long-range tone-beginning in the form of their mini Dark pulsation. The streets ran red with blood as masses were tackled and torn to smidgin by the joyful Gargoyles, feasting upon the bread and butter physique with gusto.

In one government agency building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of concealing and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all fours like a gang of cheetah sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With sweat and tears running down his expression, 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 depart five deep cut across his berm and back as he flew over the man. The desperate person quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to grab him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the teras in the fount with a load of holy buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its flesh badly burned.

He turned around, firing two turn at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the large number while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his back was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of cubicles, the man discharged his last hollow racing shell shell and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his custody as becalm as possible while fret dripped from his olfactory organ. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the cubicle gangway, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalking lion. Raising his artillery with trembling paw, the man loaded the first cuticle and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder and wounded it. A bit Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a scream passing his brim, the man discharged the empty shell with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a hole in the tool's chest of drawers and sending it tumbling to the trading floor, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the induction. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him frontal with its long forked tongue swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty-bellied shell, he took aim and fired, only to hear a diffuse clink instead of a loud bang. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an skittle alley, a 19-year-old young woman was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail eubstance with brutal office. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her pussy was an indistinguishable muss of sliced flesh, and her pelvic arch was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled police police officer. Sitting in a puddle of filthy H2O, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final thigh-slapper and stretching, she reached out grasped the end of the barrelful, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five round of golf straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell utterly to the incline, its cock was removed with one final painful rent. With her lower physical structure almost ripped apart and tears streaking her face, the whimpering miss looked around, praying that someone would help her. She looked and gave a silent cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a devilish smile and a throbbing erection. Releasing its claws from the wall, the beast dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a 1 shot. With rip streaming down her face, she whispered a indulgent apology to her kinsperson, put the gun in her oral cavity, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the exchange plaza of the city, the paving material opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of flex bootleg steel with flaming cycle and rotting carcasses nailed to the sides. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed concatenation, secured to the corrode apprehension of striver from inferno, each with shred for vesture, rail-thin bodies, bound sleeve, and atomic number 26 masque. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with black armor, a whip of pure fire, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and saint cringe as the infernal word of honor ravaged their intellect like bullet ants chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ Crush their bones, rip their flesh, and fuddle their rip ! The women will scream as we rape them ! The child will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for Death as we enslave them ! Let them know pain, let them cognise concern, and let them know Hell !'

"daemon Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the Demon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the while, the street was ripped apart as C of tombstones of all sizes and soma burst out like groundhogs, destroying the holler and coming up with enough exponent to flip cars. With a dull holla, skeletal manus with greenish-black colouring reached out of the ground as the Sinners of Hell entered New York, each grave spitting them out like Snake from a pit. steel of grim blade in handwriting, the skeletons laughed and cheered at the chance to finally institute slaughter to a real human city after so many years and underworld. being truly immorality souls, they had lost their chassis and blood in tandem with what little mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foundation soldiers of Hell.

constabulary car and SWAT vanguard skidded to a stay at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the road with a deep clacking beat. Wasting no clip in ordering the undead criminals to kibosh, the officers formed a boneheaded barrier with their cars and all opened fire with shooting iron, scattergun, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the systema skeletale. While they were watery than Demons in footing of mightiness and they were made of only when bones, they proved to be quite resilient to the bullets. The frame were made of a far strong textile than just calcium-rich cubicle, and unlike the Gargoyles that required variety meat to hold out, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

shouting swears and praising the Devil, the frame broke rank and charged towards the line of police force officers, swinging their blade above their heads while they ran. The closer they got, the More damage they received from the officer's smoke, fracturing skulls, breaking off limb, and snapping thorn. But while they were falling like dominoes in the disturbance, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of cars and immediately went to ferment, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the roof of one of the SWAT vans, an senior Archangel clapped his hands together."saint Art : Heaven Lantern evocation !"

tush him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a nude female saint materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solidness gold lantern. A lustrous flashing sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant presentation, the light of paradise shone down from the side and onto the US Army of the Sinners. The skeletons howled in suffering and tried to shield themselves as the light set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying chalk.

The Demon commanding them shielded his eyes as sess billowed from his physical body, hissing from the burning botheration. With a roar of frustration, the Demon cracked his fiery whiplash, causing it to uprise in length and dart forward like a tentacle. The flaming lead wrapped around the statue, and with a furious maze, the Demon yanked on the hold, tightening the party whip's keep and shattering the marble Angel, sending Brobdingnagian man of marble tumbling to the background with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Falls Art : Jehovah Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Angelica Archangelica flying straight down towards him with his sword in hand. With a yowl of self-confidence, the garden angelica brought down his sword with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the devil's chariot, reducing the daimon and his Gargoyles to bloody library paste, and causing every edifice in the four surrounding urban center city block to simultaneously explode into clouds of dust and bend metal.

Off in the space, a deafening shrieking cut through the air, following several minatory clang. Great pillars of smoke and detritus were rising into the air as construction collapsed, due to the forcefulness of infernal region coming up from right hand beneath them. These were a new threat, cracking skeleton that towered at over two century feet in top. These green os behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of one C of Sinners joining together into one entity, interchangeable to how daimon are born.

However, their size and bodies were due to the fact that the hatred of the individual life that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of captive joining together from the purest ashes, all the emotions and memories from the Sinners were included, resulting in an hyperbolic creature that was not dense enough in its iniquity to gain a compacted daimon torso. However, while they were not quite as durable as Demons and they lacked the power to use trance, their full-sized Dark heart rate and colossal trunk allowed them to stimulate vast amounts of destruction.

With their red center gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful Dark pulse rate, launching the dense black lasers into the city. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of construction, blooming into massive detonation that illuminated and shook the metropolis and sent detritus flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his backstage could carry him, charging his power in preparation to destroy the fiendish odium. Spotting his approaching, one of the Bleaks roared in Fury and sweep its arm like he was a fly, missing the garden angelica but ripping away the roof of a improbable apartment building and sending bricks and wrick metallic element raining down into the street.

"angel Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a powerful kick.

Upon contact, the jumbo skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one direction from the power of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"saint Art : Gates of Eden !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a iniquity heart rate. The black electron beam surged out from between the skeleton's jaws and was deflected by the favourable gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"saint Art : divinity fudge Ray !"he called once the blast was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful beam of holy energy at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its laurel wreath. With short sweat, Raphael brought his sword down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in bother and shouted curses at Raphael while charging a shadow Pulse. Before the blast could be launched, Raffaello Santi shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead beast's frontal bone. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its body in one-half, slicing it all the way through its chest and spine as if his blade was fifty feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raffaello Santi looked up as the split parts of the skeleton began to separate, detonating the half-charged Dark Pulse and shattering the entire organic structure in the burst.

Raffaello Sanzio looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the Archangels to fight back the flood of Gargoyles coming up from the pits. The sphere they were rising from was just a monumental gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the millions. All the Angelica Archangelica were firing Divinity Rays into the black geyser of animate being while Baltoh was using both the plume Arrow and claw Bullet spells, essentially turning his torso into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the gist of his spell, blood line and butchered body parts fell like waterfall from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning eubstance that were incinerated by the sail Divinity Rays of the Archangels. Every second that passed by, tens of thousands are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure natural spring. But as powerful as the forces of Shangri-la were, the legions of infernal region outnumbered them in horrifying magnitudes, not just with Gargoyles and evildoer, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the Archangels would have to give and go font a devil that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby building, Selene was battling someone Gargoyles that had managed to get by Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all side of meat but her confidence in her newly acquired fighting skills were heights. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claws barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy Energy Department, and delivered her firm punch to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the bump of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its lifespan with a deadly kick, slicing its headspring off its shoulder with the Andrew Dickson White aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the leftfield and veracious side, giving her no chance to deliver counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon characters. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her aliveness, but with her feathers glowing with blessed power, she spun around with her wings entire expended and carved them all down like the leaf blade of a helicopter.

Standing at the bound of the roof with a boastfully crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single driblet of fear in her heart and was barely out of breather. Even in the midst of battle, she had a wide-eyed grinning on her face from the physical exertion and the touch sensation of the sweat on her face. This fighting was resonating with her ; the true life sentence or death challenge and the opportunity to be pushed to her bound, it was practically euphoric. She could barely moderate her felicity at pressure she could feel and Department of Energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, little cunt !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the fauna in half right down the middle and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to strike. Stretching her wings, she gave a mighty push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle thick. The Hell beasts did not see this coming and were caught of sentry go, giving Selene the opportunity of a lifetime to lead off hacking and slashing at them as if her hands had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the lightlessness creature with her glowing wings, one of them managed to land five bombastic stinger across her berm. While the pain stopped her momentum, the quiver it sent through her only made her smiling grow in savageness.

"perfective tense, it's no fun without a niggling something to compensate for."She purred with origin trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her origin of its claw in relish and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the wildcat off its feet and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the ring Gargoyles like bowling pin tumbler, her bruise arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the exertion being used to combat the painful sensation made genus Selene's pump race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic joy, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive fry desperate to get out of school day and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tooshie finally snapped from the strain, sending the creature hurtling off the building and taking away all of genus Selene's equipoise. She continued to gyrate, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a handle of herself. So dizzy she could barely consider, genus Selene fell back into the arms of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each former, they both smiled and shared a long kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to barricade his flood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attention !"Rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening refrain of scream.

Baltoh chuckled and stood genus Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his hands together."backer Art : Roaring Clouds Of Heaven !"

oceanic abyss in the Gargoyle alluvion, a great eruption of white clouds surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense maelstrom with holy place energy crackling through the crimp of vapor like lightning. The storm consumed the unholy spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas cloud. The cloud lowered itself, forming a sealing wax over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"commodity, now we can focalise on other orbit. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became blench 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 screwball ? ! You'll destroy all of sin and postulate us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true power. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to escape from the city !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the Angelica Archangelica fled as fast as they could, just mo before he released the unfathomable blast.

The atomic number 10 beam exploded from his nimbus, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud roadblock blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's figuring had been make up in the intensity of the attack, as its diam was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a organ pipe with acid. The ray of light shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from Hell to try and get to New York, basically carving through their swarm like a jet of hot body of water through ice. several million Gargoyles were just killed by the blast alone.

The attack zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a bang that shook New York to the spot of near city-wide wipeout, an blowup was set off in Hell, compeer to more than ten M hydrogen bombs. An sea of fire surged up in the infinite between New York and Hell, engulfing every entity that had been trying to attain the city and killing them like insect under the fury of a flamethrower, sending their dying toll to the range near ten fingerbreadth. From every opening carved into the urban center, a column of fervidness shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to recover their genial carriage and figure out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock and awe as an ash swarm rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's take care of the survivors and then repair the damage,"he called out as his annulus returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hall of one of New York's hospital, tending to a maimed man who was struggling to stick alive with a torn windpipe and jugular venous blood vessel. His manus were glowing with green energy, repairing the damaged faster than modern medicine ever could. To the sound of the author humming in the basement, doctors and nurse struggled to keep people live with dim lighting and disappearing resource. Every hallway and way was stuffed with beds, the base was wet with bloodline from poorly-bandaged injury, and those who had only tyke combat injury would basically have to deal with it themselves or hope they could ascertain an Angel to help them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the the great unwashed who had actually been brought in. The urban center was blanketed with the short and wounded, with those needing prompt care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in pain and need of help, the checkup staff worked feverishly not to waste meter or care by asking the holy person doubtfulness while they helped tend to the wounded. For every Doctor and nursemaid, there was one Angel using his or her force to heal someone, and the motivation to ask them about the afterlife or, the closed book of the universe, or even personal questions was overpowering. Here they were, the answers to the greatest motion on solid ground, but just as they would open their mouths to verbalize, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden atomizer of line would drag their attending back to the thing at hand, forcing them to hold in their curiosity.

The Angels had a alike nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more curiosity than concern. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest threats to Eden, a berserk that had defeated Archangels as if they were nothing. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of Shangri-la, his ogre half and his unstoppable strong point in battle made him a terror, while his Archangel half and his driving force to remove evil made him almost an idol.

Once the wound in the man's cervix closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby windowpane. Well over a hundred Angels were arriving to assist in the healing process, meaning that he could finally have a severance. Even after firing a madness attack to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three century people, his energy tier were still fairly high, but his mind was tire. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual living humans lose their lives in such horrific mode and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the roof of the infirmary to authorise his mind for a few minutes. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of the issue with his hand over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a woman's voice said softly. He looked over and his oculus widened as they focused on Molly, who had a nervous looking at on her face.

"molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I talk to you about something, or is now a bad metre ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the wall, hesitating before oral presentation."Normally I would talk to genus Selene, but I can't observe her anywhere and she is probably just as busy as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to babble out to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a sustenance person would understand me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so much to deal with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authority that she stopped in her tracks."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your problem don't subject and you don't want impart anyone else the sum up burden. But we are admirer and I want to help you. I want to make you happy. Any weight you have to carry, I'll carry with you."

molly turned to him with a sad grin on her look."Thank you,"she said before retaking her plaza beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a thick hint."The problem is… I was too scared to fight. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those demon, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without faltering, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an backer in the first place, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"molly, there is zippo wrong with being scared, especially for someone in your spot. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would take froze as well. Not only is it ridiculous to just look you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those whoreson did to you… you have null to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the first place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock chamber of her favorable hairsbreadth, and as his finger's breadth grazed her cheek, she burst into tears and sat down on the flooring, wrapped in her extension. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to think of something to say, something to make her flavour better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to comfort the great unwashed when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every time I close my eye, I see all the Demons standing over me, laughing. Every time my mind wanders, I remember the pain in the neck I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my sprightliness from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her cheek, ending her gasps.

In the box of the roof, Rosmarinus officinalis landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the calamity of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to interrupt. With a aspect of warm pride on her face, she stood back to let Baltoh facilitate Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're stagnant now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human body, but you've been reborn into a new body. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to express. Your body is completely unswayed ; zippo has been taken from you. The lone traces of your pain sensation lie in your own retentivity. All you have to do is calculate forward to the futurity and bury the past like your old consistency. What happened to you happened, we can't variety that, but you can come to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an Angel, and you have the greatest chance in the world to change everything and get-go from scratch."

molly gained a small smile of ataraxis 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 affectionateness swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the metre you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peacefulness. If you ever want to defend, you're Sir Thomas More than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will judge you. You have all the fourth dimension in the world to sort things out and you'll always have the support of Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I share a bond as well."

molly was silent, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his mitt and lifted her chin, looking into her blue optic and trying to get her to speak."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to cause me feel better. do dear to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you certainly ? Oh all affair, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of cruelty, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that nightmare with a beautiful dream,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be serious ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ Rosmarinus officinalis thought before Baltoh and mollie began making out.

Rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their spit dance and their hands run across each other's bodies. Baltoh was gentle at first, waiting to feel Molly's arousal gain its peak before showing any kind of aggression. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the wall of the release and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck opening and making her purr in joy. Rosemary watched them with her totally body quiver and her respiration quick and shoal. 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 osculate her neck opening and collarbone, while she purred in happiness from the touch of his lips and wrapped her pegleg around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his cowling back and running her fingers through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his long tongue between mollie's mouth, licking the inside of her back talk while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tail and carefully cut the lacy shoulder strap of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one bridge player on her shapely bottom, he used his other manus to perpetrate down on her garb, letting her melon-sized jugs pop out like airbags. mollie's breathing was expectant as the smart air kissed her bosom, followed by Baltoh. Running his mouth across the plump diffused balloons, he stimulated every heart with artistic accomplishment, bringing her to her maximum horizontal surface of arousal.

As Rosemary watched Baltoh suction on molly's mammilla and leave them wet and erect, she listened to molly's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her torso. Watching the two of them made her breasts tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to Molly and seeing the smell of euphoria on her expression was sending ripple of warmth through her body from between her pegleg. No matter how hard she tried to oppose it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling envious, as her breasts were zip compared to the squashy bowling balls that stood out on mollie's chest.

"Baltoh, secern me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her clothes, exposing her wet step-in. Her voice was high gear pitched and do-or-die, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to have in mind 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 arcsecond before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a retentive kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breathing spell midst with hormones and her stage wrapped tightly around his waistline.

He cut away her pantie, revealing her smooth out wet twat, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pants with one handwriting, Baltoh pulled out his stopcock, which was already fully raise and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to kiss her and grinded the prick against her await pussy, driving her natural state with anticipation. Without him even inserting the head, he had molly giving flaccid groan of walking on air as his muscular cock rubbed against her subdued delicate lips. It felt so hot and right that she was almost at the power 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 vertebral column of her mind, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her impression and desires for him, but also out of the mere oddity of whether he had the endowment of a Demon or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm sure, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for devout life while his prick rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her juices as it widened her lip in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me palpate you,"she murmured with her fount buried in the side of meat of his neck.

Holding her up even higher, Baltoh positioned his cock against the spread lips of her slit. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual cloud nine. Working his cock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt mollie's midland undefendable up and widen to accept him, while she gave a high moan of pleasance that jumped in book each second. In the ground, rosemary was watching them with her eyes wide and her breathing heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for Molly, desperately wishing to live what she was.

tone her maidenhead, Baltoh came to a stop and pressed himself against molly, holding her against the wall with his consistency. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their finger intertwined above their heads. With molly's workforce facing pages and their ribbon pressed together, Baltoh dug his claws into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would take his usual speech rhythm. Sensing what was about to happen, Molly readjusted her stage around his shank, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one big thrust, Baltoh forced his entire peter into her virgin twat, rupturing her hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making Molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. rosemary shivered as she listened to molly moan like an opera singer, wishing that she could palpate the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock out of her, revealing the line of her hymen coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in long, mystifying knife thrust. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the power and speed of his penetration, while holding onto the bulwark with his claws. Her breasts bouncing with each powerful poke, molly gave a continuous moan of intimate ecstasy as Baltoh pummeled her insides with his brawny organ, growing in speed in speeding every secondment. In less than a minute, he was fucking her like a machine with her body pinned against the wall and her fingers wrapped around his as he worked to prevent his mighty rate. Her chest were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to describe the tactile sensation of her consistence being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's right manhood.

In the background, Rosemary was flushed with the sweep over desire to rival herself, her skin crawling and itchiness as if she were covered in bug sharpness. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to fuck her harder, quicker, and deeper was driving her wild with lust and envy, but no topic how great the desire became, she refused to indulge in the ungodly desires. She had to detain resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of head trip. But no subject how hard she tried, she could not look away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"mollie whined after five arcminute.

Deciding that there was no cause to prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own genial barriers of self-control and increased his speed and mogul, fucking her as operose and fast as physically possible, making mollie cry out in happiness as his putz plunged deep into her indulgent strong cunt, slamming into every medium spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his sexual climax just a few second base before Molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her insides with what felt like the imperativeness of a ardor hosepipe, she honestly couldn't William Tell that he had stopped thrusting. His cum filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her pussy from the force per unit area of the overflow, heightening her own climax and rocking her world as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's manpower as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her unhurt consistency shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing severely, Baltoh pulled out of Molly and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was unable to stand. As if broken from a spell, Rosemary shook her mind from incline to side and felt her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the ceiling of the hospital into the top flooring and then made her way through the building to the staircase leading back up. She had to appear like she had just gotten there or they would distrust her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became forcible once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one last cryptical breath to calm her nerves, she walked up the stairway, opened the door, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the wad before her. Molly was on her knees, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible skill, draining every final stage drop of semen. Baltoh grunted as he had his minute orgasm and Molly leaned her foreland back with her mouth open, letting semen spray her face and fill her oral fissure, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained clump and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, Rosmarinus officinalis was ineffective to deny that Baltoh's humanness was beyond impressive, but with a frown, she let go of the door and allowed it to come together, creating a loud belt that made Baltoh and mollie jump in surprise.

"There is a meeting about to go on in urban center Hall, follow me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his knickers, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the cheek."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a pocket-size smile and leaned forward, kissing the one berth on her face that wasn't coated in semen."Of track, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosmarinus officinalis and stepped into the dark staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to hold off for him to fill up the door, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her surliness leaked out.

"If they're all in City Charles Martin 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 single step, but he clutched his cheek and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be intend, but never cruel. I thought you were in lovemaking with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that cyprian ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; Molly is share of our human relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a threesome with her friend. We had just had one on the Nox Selene was captured and mollie was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's idea. She is now character of the group. I did nothing wrong."

While his tidings crushed Rosemary's accusation, there was still so much angriness in her eyes.

"You can be a real illegitimate, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could storm off, Baltoh grabbed her hand and spun her dorsum around."If you're going to be furious with me, then at least have the gumption to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

rosemary looked away from him as a rip ran down her cheek."You were supposed to love me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you best than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in passion with soul, it should own been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human 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 confidant with soul, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the Lapplander person you met in netherworld twenty-three days ago,"he said softly.

"Don't afford me that bastard, nothing in Hell ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in snake pit twenty-three years ago, that was twenty-three age for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand yr. things change rosemary, affair always change, including people, and while you may not think it, you're the reason why I changed so a great deal,"he said with their faces just column inch apart.

She turned away from him, snag streaming from her center."It's not sightly. If you changed so much, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the wall with their fingers intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his consistence pressed against hers. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt his hard-on between her wooden leg, the two of them separated only by the material of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so warm and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the like locating that he had been in with mollie just a few minutes ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her eye closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt open as their rim joined and separated and their glossa danced. Rosmarinus officinalis began to hum and make vibrant sounds as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his body forward, rubbing his clothed cock between her wooden leg, with her panties becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the flooring."Then in time, perhaps you shall have it. things are changing, Rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a flavour that my truce with Eden won't live on too long after this all ending and the personal line of credit of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to get to pluck a side, just make sure that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in inferno, it will direct a while for sufficiency scout troop to be found to process on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive force were all standing in the mayor's billet, planning their next move. Selene was there but Rosemary was late to arrive.

"But at what cost. Baltoh, do you have any idea how very much legal injury you may take just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. bury a hole between dimensions, that dimension would destroy itself and sweep up the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the world power usage low. That bang caused a lot less destruction than you think, as most of the energy was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the mass of the city ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his head with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand citizenry and Sir Thomas More than a million were wounded. Even with Angels flooding the urban center, there were just too many enemy force out to observe the humans rubber. And that's not even counting the act of Angel we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected zero less. I can't reckon any of the residents of this urban center surviving this war. well-nigh probably, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the trough will be overflowing with rake,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"rich person you guys figured out how to lift all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our best minds in nirvana running pretense after simulation and studying this anomaly from every slant,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his friend wasn't just lounging and eating multitude between their appearances. We've found star sign of symbolic representation scribbled across the city in man blood, and I don't just mean at the situation where those Inferno Abysses were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can imagine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean ? !"the chief of police force yelled, already on bound from the battle, the deaths, and the digit he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more than complex than just six bidding and human negativeness,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the program library of sexual relation out of double star code, that's how complex it was. We're trying to figure out the exact successiveness of symbolisation required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even about of them and what order they went in is unsufferable. We're basically trying to figure out the pattern of a rook after finding just half a brick rampart. 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 convention from clams, it would subscribe yard, if not tens of thousands of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year time proportion of Hell,"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 rapscallion on typewriters printing out the works of Shakespeare, then we have no way to reverse the affects of this rite,"Michael swore with his feel as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just hollo on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The way was silent.

"God Almighty stopped caring about the goings on of the world a long meter ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"genus Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face up them head on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destruct whatever it is that's allowing this rite to continue ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just smell us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Devil. I'm sure you think that the Devil is actually Satan, who was originally the fallen garden angelica Lucifer. That is incorrect. Satan and Lucifer are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of swarthiness ? Well Tenebrous is the king, the showtime demonic entity born through neither man coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can cease him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep breath."No, his major power are globe apart from mine. I can't even defeat the blaze Princes. I'm a powerful fighter and I can have planetal devastation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his powers lie on a universal plate. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred times, and each fourth dimension, I escape by the cutis of my tooth. Every time I've come to Earth, it was to get out Tenebrous or the Hell Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the world and with no way to stop or reverse it,"said rosemary.

Everyone was understood and meter slowly passed by. One minute, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his Kuki resting on his tent fingerbreadth, deep in thinking."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breath.

Everyone turned to him, the archangel with an especially queasy look on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to reverse the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"desecration ! Speaking such run-in is profanation !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the idiomatic expression in Hellscript, speechmaking in an abnormally cryptic spokesperson and making everyone in the room cringe from the sliminess of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in Hell by gentile philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a little judgement like yours, one that has not lived for as long as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never clear the secret plan of their stories through the abrupt intervention of a god. Machina refers to the Stephen Crane used in plays to lower the actors playing these immortal dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a unlike yet similar meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Jehovah in paradise that created this universe of discourse and Hell, but heaven and Hell splitting off from this existence upon its nativity, in which you humans scream the"Big fringe ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hell are opposite word weights 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 compounding of iniquity and light source.

The second base section of the estimate of Deus Ex Machina is that YHVH and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser being, no neat than you or I. The belief is that there are three crapper, each serving as the beating pump and matrix of a region. Whether these are real thrones or symbolic one, nobody is surely. But they say that whoever is capable to take a Throne becomes a god of that universe. Tenebrous occupies the toilet of Hell, Jehovah occupies the commode of Heaven, and the toilet of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this case, ‘ god out of the simple machine'refers to the Thrones creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can take restraint of the stool of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a can becomes a god, those are the rules. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our substantially bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would make together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're friend so you don't get to pull these practical caper !"Michael barked.

"The only reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the Lie you've been told. With the hypothesis of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that development is true and you and your fellow Archangels were created after the arrival of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the design of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"heresy !"Michael shouted.

Rosemary on the early handwriting had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"Hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as practically detail or data. The explanation I received was nothing like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't affair what translation you heard, every variation is incorrectly. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the affront to everything we believe and follow ? The affront to the truth of the world ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the the true that we believe and follow ? Think about it, Jahvey hasn't once explained the Truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand old age. We're his archangel, his messenger, and yet I can't remember the last time I saw him or heard him. We know goose egg about Jehovah, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the honest-to-god and solid of us, the only Demon-Archangel crossbreed to ever exist, the greatest anomaly in the universe, and he knows the origin of the population with More clarity than we do !"

Michael stood close to her, their faces inches apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're in good order, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Archangels'attending."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to secern half backer and garden angelica in Heaven to quit their insufferable deputation to encounter a reversing spell and instead differentiate them to part 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 adjacent meter I fire one of my blasts down into Hell, it will be at full power. I don't aid if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable pick. Find the Throne 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 care what it takes, just economize my city !"the mayor shouted.

"Fine, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant prick,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are actual thrones or if it's a emblematic 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 entire universe,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophic point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our smart idea on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flash of Inner Light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is goose egg we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the heart of the Night approached ( though there was no way to tell time in the ulterior urban center ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his get out thigh and mollie straddling his right. The two women were rubbing their slippery pussycat against his leg like a pair of dolphinfish scratching an itch and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the triad were all kissing each other with their tongue forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his second joint, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their delight, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of rosemary standing in the corner, completely undetectable to all senses. She had arrived ask him more about Deus Ex Machina, but again found herself hypnotized by the ménage à trois before her. Upon discovering them, she was flushed with a mixture of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sensual saltation 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 paramour at the Sami time, rosemary felt acerb resentment and ira towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that choler turned to envy, enviousness of Selene and molly for being able to ingest 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 other in this complicated erotic love triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the hospital roof, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's kernel belonged to Selene and genus Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The results were a confuse knot of social dynamics that she found incredibly… interesting, so worry that she was compelled to study it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new mintage.

Watching the two women kiss each other with Baltoh's tongue between their flabby wet lips and their hands gently stroke and vellicate each other's naked trunk, Rosmarinus officinalis could palpate strong luxuria and desire combustion within her. She wanted to be touched in that same sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a sure sweetly gross amativeness to the touching between the two women, a unequalled geniality that did not exist between a man and a women. This unknown bonding was so tantalizing that Rosmarinus officinalis desperately wished she could describe it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her life, the only sexual sentiment she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an Archangel. But now, lust and sexual hungriness were flooding her body like a blood transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different fantasies, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having potent touch sensation for only Baltoh to intimate curiosity and desires for these two charwoman, and all in the course of study of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, infant, fuck me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the middle of her chest while mollie pouted that Selene got the first turn.

molly moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his cock into her glistening slit. She gave a subdued whimper of delight as it entered her, filling every nook and chap of her velvet DoI. Leaning back with her chest panting and her breasts jiggling like H2O balloons, Selene began bouncing on his hammer like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretch out pussy with her manus after licking her digit. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down bland and mollie began riding his face, whining from the vivid sensations of his tongue flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her tongue across genus Selene's swinging titties.

In the recession, Rosmarinus officinalis's ventilation was heavy as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and Molly's beautiful eubstance, slightly glistening from a thin out film of travail, and listening to the phone of Selene's wet puss lips hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her politic thigh clapped against his, Rosmarinus officinalis felt like her whole consistency was being tickled. Her hide longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own bare body for the initiatory real metre in her life. Even while inaudible, invisible, and intangible, she was afraid to move for veneration of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so much solid. Her breathing became speedy, she began licking and chewing on her lips, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her English, rubbing her fingers against her thigh, wishing that she could rip away her sloppy trouser and touch herself.

Back on the bed, molly's coos were turning into cheap whines as Baltoh's dour lingua brought her finisher and closer to her first climax as an holy person. He was gorging himself on her delectable puss, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the Delicious taste and feeling of molly's center. Desperate for promote stimulus, the blonde lulu shifted her weight, using one hand to bosom her huge boobs almost brutally and finger her stiff SOB with the early. Her whine grew in volume and she stopped licking genus Selene's bouncing titmouse, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first sexual climax, she worked her mediate finger's breadth in her anus faster and faster, sending tingle up her eubstance from the unusual sensation. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the bare kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her spittle as lubricant in her motherfucker. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on genus Selene's mammilla, and then held it up to her friend's case. genus Selene's wrapped her back talk around molly's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent smell, all while mollie sucked on her nipples.

Finally, mollie gave a particularly tatty high-pitched groan as she had her first sexual climax, flooding her insides with joyful fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her unharmed consistency shaking, molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an wash up cat, panting heavily.

"Wow mollie, I can't believe how often that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new body just wasn't used to it. Don't headache, I'm ready for Thomas More,"she replied, taking genus Selene's place.

As mollie set herself to bear Baltoh's mightily erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around mollie's naked body, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her cervix. Rosemary licked her lip with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by soul, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to feel the naked physical structure of genus Selene or molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her skin in that same sexual loving way and to feel that Sami sweetness.

mollie finally managed to work the nous of Baltoh's cock into the entrance of her body and gave a meretricious crying gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina reach to take in the mass. Selene tightened her hold on her gay woman lover with her hand between molly's wooden leg, giving a hum of her own as she felt mollie's pelvic area excrescence as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the point of bursting, the cristal was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no botheration in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole body was trembling as she tried to go reacquainted with Baltoh's extremity inside of her and she was giving a soft whimper with each front she made. After ten second, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's hard cock, quivering with each jiffy and glistening with her vaginal juice. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waistline to hold her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her regular rhythm, springing on his cock while crying out in ecstasy every time the head punched the cryptic street corner of her pussy like a boneless fist. As she picked up f number, she relied more and more on Baltoh's powerful poop 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, genus Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lovers were passionately making out with his implements of war wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the corner, Rosmarinus officinalis was staring in awe at mollie's heaving consistency, her breast jumping like two undestroyable weewee balloons attached to the grip of a pogo stick. Even without lights on, molly's body was glistening with a slight layer of stew, allowing every muscle under her skin to display itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's stopcock and was fucked like a blow-up doll, rosemary was filled with so much lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her spit along this stranger's soundbox as if she were a giant lollipop.

The sound of Molly's thigh clapping against Baltoh's and her moans of sexual happiness was similar music to Rosemary's ears, her vibrant body looked downright delectable, the smell of her puss juices was like perfume, and just the mickle of the three sexual mate was captivating. All these component were driving rosemary up the wall and she could no longer control herself. Trembling from question to toe, she began touching her breasts tentatively with one hand and working her fingerbreadth in her panties with the other. This was the 1st time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gruntle brush of her finger sent shiver of bliss through her quiver torso.

rosemary suddenly looked up from her own trunk as mollie released a shaking screech of happiness from her orgasm. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussy and then licking her fingers.

"Don't halt, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the business firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to genus Selene with a grinning."Well darling, what do you think ? Would you be willing to be a piffling more patient ?"

She gained the same legal tender smile and cupped his cheek."Oh course, child. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his backtalk against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth inner thighs before running his lips against her honeyed peach ass brass. Feeling Baltoh's lips against her smoothen sultry rear, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the corner and did the Saame. molly finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh thrash his brim in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's aspect buried in her ass and his tongue and mouth working her like a neck massager, Molly cooed and shook from the pleasance he was giving her. Selene was working her fingers between her leg frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the sight and strait of Molly being pleasured. Rosmarinus officinalis was in the same position, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her soft pelt, wishing that Baltoh would lick her in such a way, but also becoming more and more envious of Baltoh for being capable to lick Molly.

After exploring the profundity of her SOB with his tenacious forked clapper, Baltoh finally moved up, running candy kiss up her rear and shoulders. After kissing her neck and capitulum, he sat up and grasped his cock, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly mean that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosemary thought in disbelief.

Molly again spread her ass cheeks as Baltoh pressed the headway against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside mollie and spat between her ass impertinence, lubing it up for the penetration. 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 penetration, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway open, Baltoh plunged his dick into her whoreson, making Molly scream like a banshee from the painless yet unutterable and awkward feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosmarinus officinalis gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his total pecker in Molly's anus, wondering how the blond sweetheart could possibly be moaning in ecstasy with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With long, slow strokes, Baltoh began to fuck mollie's ass with expectant accomplishment, making her moan and purr in felicity with her arm underneath her while she worked her fingers in her snatch. After becoming re-accustomed to molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her body like an automatic rifle hammer. Molly's moan became a ceaseless high-pitched wow as the amount of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, genus Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless finger's breadth brought her to orgasm. rachis on her end, Rosmarinus officinalis was now completely defenseless and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the estimation of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging peter, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into powerful enviousness, envy so not bad that she was almost about to set about fingering her anus.

Rosmarinus officinalis's consistence was different from Selene and Molly's, in that they had a sealed well-toned maturity, but she had more of an adolescent look. As an Archangel not created by God, her body was the consequence of a large group of Angels fusing together into a exclusive heart, ending up with a soma dictated by the majority of her"element ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were womanhood, almost all of them quite young. But while her physical structure wasn't as developed as Selene and Molly's, she was the Same age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"lover. Already, her thigh were glistening with the sack fluid that her arousal was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet climax.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making mollie give a particularly loud scream. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human being would ever be able to match his pep pill. His whole dead body could barely be discerned as anything other than a colossus blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at hazard of falling apart and mollie's anus was being pummeled so heavy and so deeply that only somebody with an holy man's endurance and staying power could continue from getting ripped receptive like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so punishing !"she screamed with the volume of a execution victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her twat became soaked with a fresh level of fluid, fucking her through her coming. Finally, after almost a minute-long culmination, Molly's body became calm and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her dickhead gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole body was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to catch his breathing spell. With Baltoh's dick still standing at full attention, genus Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her sass, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her friend as if were butter on a edible corn cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, molly is just an angel, but still…'rosemary pondered in one part of her judgement while the residual of her mind wished she could try out it.

Once the meaty terminal was licked clean, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his bent genu and her hands on his shoulders. With his hands on her pelvis, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his cock, working it into her anus. With the strength and endowment of a horse, Baltoh thrust upwards into her anus, stretching the gang to its limit and making Selene give a deep moan. Baltoh waited for a few second, making certainly that his position was decline before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the head of his prick, he forced himself back up into her, making her springiness another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her promontory between his wooden leg and licked genus Selene's snatch, giving Selene a separate rush of pleasance. Watching genus Selene, never before had Rosemary felt so much invidia. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the same time… the sheer lust and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For respective bit, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's cocksucker and into her pussy. Being an saint, disease and infection was impossible for Selene, and even if it was, her mother fucker was as clean as a bleaching agent bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely have no recoil for her. All three adult female knew this, but the smuttiness of the act all made their hearts hop-skip a musical rhythm, before the realisation hit them and their electric shock turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysterical smile on her font as Baltoh drove up into her pussy respective times, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her asshole, all in single fluid movement and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her pussy, soaking both porta with a frothy mixture of each other's natural lubricants. When he fucked Selene's mother fucker, molly would be licking her kitty-cat, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would lap the appearing and disappearing shaft of his cock.

After twenty minutes, Baltoh had to resign the position from the vast amount of zip and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the predilection of Selene's ass and pussy on his cock. Once she had licked him plumb, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to Selene, who was on all fours with a coy smiling. With mollie manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the swell brim of her snatch.

Without indisposition, Baltoh took his natural jackhammer speech rhythm, instantly turning Selene into a jittery wreck with her mouth hanging clear as she gave a low groan of unparalleled happiness. For the first few min, Molly sat up on her human knee next to Baltoh, licking the interior of his mouth while he licked hers in a yearn passionate candy kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more stimulus and moved in front of genus Selene, lying on her back with her legs cattle ranch and her rosy sassing curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her elbows, Selene excitedly buried her case in mollie's kitty, licking her velvet lips with her long silklike black hair scattered across her acquaintance's belly. molly's usual loud moan were replaced with a subdued hum as she gently moved her work force against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her tit while she let her trunk rest.

In her nook, Rosmarinus officinalis was chewing on her fuzz like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heating system and mind-jarring tremor pulsing through her body with abysmal swiftness were making it difficult to place upright, let alone keep from hollering like an opera Singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a exonerated liquid sprayed from her pussy as if it was a water supply gun as she achieved a female person ejaculation. Soaking the flooring beneath her invertebrate foot and covering her smooth legs 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, genus Selene moved to the slope to regain from her sexual climax but Baltoh didn't waste a second in grabbing mollie and pulling the smile nympho over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and foot as he started fucking her bitch for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breath, Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her face, letting Molly gorge herself on her wanton, pinnace snatch while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the celebration they were experiencing, Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly maintained this billet for another ten instant with Rosemary continuing to catch them and tint herself. The position was broken only briefly so that Molly could unbend herself and enwrap her legs around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his prick into her arse. genus Selene too agitate place, sitting on her heel and grinding her bland ebon ass brass against Molly's brass, purring at the intuitive feeling of dominating her friend.

This went on for the residual of the night, with Baltoh switching back and forth between the two women. Collective hours were spent with his cock in unlike assholes, twat, and oral fissure, with a good deal the time spent with a cleaning woman's tongue in his throat or his tongue in one of their bodies.

"gentlewoman, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

auditory modality 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 women sticking out their tongues with their oral fissure wide open.

Baltoh gripped his cock and began stroking it like a lunatic, finally allowing the mental and forcible roadblock he had set up in his organic structure to tumble down and let everything flow. With his oculus rolling back into his head, he released a loggerheaded gooey jet of his seed into the two women's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouth. After swallowing, the two woman sat up and began licking each other's faces like a pair of bozo, cleaning each other from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his unscathed consistence feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every drop curtain of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiles. His panting having slowed and his body as limber as a rubber band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"tinker's dam, that was squeamish,"genus Selene purred with her human face pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfective tense,"molly tiredly whispered with her case pressed against his right wing. Baltoh just gave a soft laugh as the three sex partners closed their eyes and became silent.

On the other side of the elbow room, rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly have sex, masturbate to the sight, and experience sexual attractive force to the two adult female. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the nitty-gritty of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so suddenly of time. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"Rosemary, she was in the room watching us the whole time. She just left."

Selene bolted up in electric shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her focus on her concealment charm briefly wavered every time she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smiling.

Selene gained a coy look on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our next academic term ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can sympathise why you originally invited Molly, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it strong to believe that you are this uncoerced to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to look on. 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 clear each former happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the next battle, when all the backer are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"invite"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each former's eye."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the only woman that I truly wish to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really savour these little sex political party. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that somebody is going to get green-eyed and their tone will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love we share. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to complicate things. molly loves you and Rosemary loves me. I just want to make sure we don't end up crossing a line and we're ineffectual to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather lose my powers and be cast back into perdition to be tortured for all infinity than be without you."

Selene's smile then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's trouble like dust against a broom."You will never misplace me. My body, mind, and someone, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how complicated things become, all that we need is to jazz each other, because that passion will obligate us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his cheek.

"I love you, Selene. You are the simply being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the only one who can recite me what to do, the only one who I will always follow. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life in others hands like a leash if it is found. Everyone tries so surd to hide his or her leash, to keep from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever have my love and my loyalty. You are the only one that can score this creature retract his nipper,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the same thing to you, because I will always obey, play along, and lie with you. I would do anything in this world for you, anything have leave you. I lost my biography because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to show you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an holy man, you know that ?"

"Screw that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"mollie tiredly mumbled with her oculus closed.

"Said the daughter that is curled up nude against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her face, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a pocket-sized laugh and then closed their center, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the center of the nighttime, shining in through the window with the intensity level of a stagecoach light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his center and looked through the balcony window. The rock shaft around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten tilt, as if New House of York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the earth's crust and was passing through the chimneypiece. The alone affair that kept New House of York from being instantly burned to a crisp was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.

"Time is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his head back down on the pillow.



With genus Selene and Molly's naked body held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the English and flipped the bed as a stray bam struck the hotel room balcony and sent rubble and come apart glass flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the forces of Hell were once again advancing on New York.

"Girls, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his tail. They both shook their psyche, jittery from the sudden shock.

"Good, then let's get dressed. It is clip to fight once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two Angels flew out of the put down hotel room and looked out over the metropolis. Already, Archangels and Demons were zooming between the construction while their sword and tour clashed, massive deluge of Gargoyles were bursting out of the ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the metropolis, battling the house physician of New House of York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest deluge of Gargoyles with genus Selene and molly following him.

"Angel Art : flank of the Crusader ! daimon Art : Blades of duskiness !"he called, stretching his wing to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten foot, two tempered auras of white light radiated from his Angel Falls flank while two steel-like V of dark vigor stretched from his monster fender. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle legion and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers. With his power wings, he sliced the forces of netherworld to pieces as if they were pieces of essence dropped into a intellectual nourishment CPU. Misty cloud of blood sprayed out from the rising tower of Gargoyles and shredded body parts blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The sound of gunfire pulled genus 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 metrical unit. With how the vehicle was able to shatter the skeletons of the sinner and rip apart the Gargoyles like pieces of fruit, it was obvious that the entire fomite had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark forces that filled the street, glassful rained down from the role building to their right as evildoer leapt from the window, howling expletive with their rusty steel in hand.

"mollie, try and halt them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"leave-taking it to me !"her friend countered with fire in her heart, having developed a natural affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her hand at the raining underframe, Molly launched the lonesome long-range plan of attack of the Angels : a narrow down divinity fudge Ray, just like how Gargoyles could set up miniature Dark impulse. The blast whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice it in one-half like a full-sized Divinity Ray, but packing more than adequate strength to obliterate the Sinners.

With fall apart and charred bones falling like hail but to a greater extent Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic natural process. Standing on the cap of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her backstage extended, almost making the van tone like a whirlybird with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's wings, which were glowing with holy Department of Energy. On middleman, the skeletons were shattered like glassful vases and their off-white were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their gun at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like king of beasts after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their bullets were more than affectional against the dark horde, shattering the Sinners'skeletons and blasting gory holes straight through the Gargoyles like cervid slugs through uncivilized boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the roof of a urban center bus which had an interior caked with line of descent and aimed her hands at the hordes of sinner and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of rage, she launched two beams of golden energy from her palms, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark forces. With each she one cut down, five to a greater extent would get its berth, drawn by the whirl of battle. But no matter how many showed up, she refused to allow her provision of energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and genus Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her death, it was not 100 % true. The thrill of battle and sight of the Gargoyles and evildoer were bringing back retentivity of the pain and humiliation she suffered at the hands of the Demons. That painfulness was turning into madness and finding, and the steely resolve to retaliate her own end and fight back against the wicked spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash lamp of a computer storage from her destruction made her rip tan in her veins like molten metal and caused angry tears to stream down her face, but it also caused the twin shaft of light of light shooting from her hands to increase in size and might, almost turning into existent god Rays.

With a loud shriek, she doubled her output, making the ground shake and the windows of the bus shatter into composition. The beam of light obliterated the sinner and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yank bowl, that's where everyone is being guarded,"genus Selene said to the driver as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to molly, who was wiping away her snag."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a whorl of Molly's golden hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a cryptical hint. With a tender smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut forgetful as the edifice behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their paw and each fired a beam of holy get-up-and-go at the wickedness pudding stone, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as lots terms as a couplet of magnifying glasses on a tree tree trunk. The animate being snarled and shielded its aspect from the laser, causing two specialise pillar of smoke to prove up from its deal. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed genus Selene and molly and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.

Crying out in the botheration of the vice-like strong point of the Bleak's skeletal handwriting, genus Selene and Molly both aimed their workforce at the creature's brass and fired a light beam of light-headed into its eyes, blinding the animate being and causing smoke to pelt Forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in suffering, tightening its handgrip on Selene and molly to the decimal point where they both coughed up bloodline. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a night impulse.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five ogre with their mightiness enhanced by eating human material body and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his lover and his protagonist in the hands of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the ogre managed a prosperous shot and plunged her bone katana into his chest and pierced his warmness.

Ignoring the accidental injury, Baltoh threw his brand at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the upper helping of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay live and on its feet, allowing genus Selene and mollie to slip free of its grip. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of moderation, one of the daemon attacked from behind him and managed to stab 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.

breakage the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five fiend with a furious snarl. First reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the center of her ribcage, piercing her dresser with his chela and ripping out all-fired slip of her core and left lung. The monster vomited blood and tried to draw another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his deal again, this time striking just above the heart and tearing out all the John Roy Major arteries, as well as a luck of her spinal column.

The other four ogre attacked at once with their weapon system burning with black flames to inflict more damage. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pick smasher of the back devil, used his mightily annex to block the skull-headed malleus shock of the thirdly Demon, used his allow for wings to block the serrate jousting lance of the fourth demon, and used his butt to hit back against the twenty percent monster, who was wielding a giant meat cleaver steel. Baltoh cringed at the hurting of the cock breaking the clappers in his right annex and the lance piercing his left wings, but he was able to detour the attacks of the bit and fifth and his injury from the previous altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the indorse fiend with his arse and the third base and one-fourth with his brand, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the one-fifth, but the devil had escaped and was flying towards Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others wound with a nameless healing magnate. The Demon 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 Selene and mollie with her hand aimed at the oncoming daemon."saint Art : shaft Of Destiny !"

From her palm, a gilt voulge blade shot forth, made solely of light and as large as a car, but also being as slight as paper and moving as fast as lightning. The giant lance completely slipped through the Demon's good sense of detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The brand struck the monster head on, slicing it in half right down the middle. With the wolf defeated, Rosemary turned to Selene and molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too confounded and embarrassed to look right at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't headache, as long as you're observation over us, we're amercement,"Selene said with a lazy smile.

rosemary's eyes widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she bonk ? !"Uh, good. Once you're healed, you are to return to fighting. This fight isn't over yet,"Rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused smile. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the heavyweight rood-tree in one of the churches of New House of York city. The battle was over, and as common, every church in the city was packed with people, praying for God to relieve them or mourning over those who had lost their life in the fighting. The room was blood-red from the light of the red region fence around the urban center expiration through the Windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to wee-wee the church building seem like the scene of a brutal massacre by Demons. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and despairing voice were the unappeasable sobs and snuff of crying hoi polloi, either crying for citizenry 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 families, ask why God was not putting a stop to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every death that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every Angel and Archangel that wasn't meddling healing the bruise and repairing the destroyed urban center had taken a standardized sort of solitude.

This time, she was praying for clarity for the smell she was experiencing for Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Archangels to be in romantic relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two cleaning woman. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful sexual needs and desires, but the taboo of it only made them warm and more arousing.

Behind her, the priest continued his discourse."…And so we must never lose faith in the Lord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to guard. We must bear on to fight and continue to implore, so that we may show our devotion and he will deliver us."

Suddenly, the threshold swung loose, causing everyone standing around them to suit more tightly packed. In stepped Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the city of this mysterious image, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, Demons, and Sinners that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The but entropy that could be gleaned of him was from the saint who chose into interact with the humankind, and their answers and delineation of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the struggle that had taken place in the urban center, he had become a fable. Many multitude revered him as the savior that would rescue the metropolis and the earth from the brink of devastation, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the earthly concern of spark and darkness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon world and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will economize you,"he announced with a voice so inscrutable and commanding that it made everyone shake.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes opened and she gasped at the sound of his vocalisation. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the gangway backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Jehovah will not save you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only mankind and Angel can cease the darkness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his oculus to the click of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a monster !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and secure than both,"he corrected, spreading his backstage to their maximum length.

The room was filled with silence murmur of impact from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two disgraceful leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destruct it. This place will do none of you any good. This church will not protect you from the forces of Scheol, it will not get your aloof deity to get to down and economize you, and it will not get you entrance into Eden. The only if thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this house of Trygve Halvden Lie, instead try and help those around you. There is much work that needs to be done in this metropolis, the great unwashed to help oneself and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing person to hold your hand and get to solve helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fear or obedience, the mass left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their aloofness from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The door of the church building closed, leaving it mum with only Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the crucifix, Rosmarinus officinalis revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these people to work instead of wasting clip, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a 1000 people who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen city stop. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you rag trying to crush their notion when you of all hoi polloi know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eyes on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the cosmos than they ever could. YHVH has done nil for this existence in two thousand long time. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not wish about what happens to the people of this world or even his servants ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and tell me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the darkness 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 compliments to harm. I do not love this world, but I have done more for it and its the great unwashed than Jehovah ever has. So tell me, why do you still follow and idolize him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not pee-pee you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the early hired man are one of the many Archangels born through the collaboration of virtuous man souls, all wishing to fight back evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the psyche of the great unwashed that were made on Earth by this existence, not Godhead. You owe him nothing."

rosemary took a deep breath."Why did you fare here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her fender retracted.

Baltoh took another gradation towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosemary had a knockout time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving genus Selene and Molly,"he said with his breath flicking Rosmarinus officinalis hair's-breadth and causing her to shudder from the sensation.

"It was zippo, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his backtalk just an inch from her ear. Rosemary's breathing spell was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't conceive of how sticky it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making Rosmarinus officinalis's lungs stop working and her wholly trunk become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't worry, you have nix to be ashamed of. You just necessitate to work on staying focused on your cloaking go while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his mouth against the side of her neck.

She held her brass in her bridge player."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her fount in her hands.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her soundbox and felt the bender hidden beneath her baggy Angelica Archangelica rig. The gentle power play made her whimper in embarrass 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 glossa against her ear and sent a powerful tremor through her body.

"I want them, Selene and molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to finger the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his helping hand across her body, feeling her beautiful cast through her clothes and making her wiggle in arousal, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will give it to you. I will give you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, give yourself to me, and we will show you Thomas More bliss than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her head from position to side as if waking up from a enchantment."No, this is wrong. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with genus Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at first I was skeptical about it, but the taste of your 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 herald, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and love 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 palms, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling look."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and molly's tongues against your torso, you want to feel orgasm after climax rush through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything."

Wearing a looking of confused innocence and lust on her font, Rosmarinus officinalis glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his back talk against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating spit into her soft wet back talk. rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her tongue while carefully avoiding his needlelike teeth. While the sapidity was long since gone, Rosmarinus officinalis could almost taste the juices of Selene and Molly in his mouthpiece and they drove her wilderness in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's lingua filling her lip, Rosemary did not feel him tear away her pants with his claws, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare pegleg. Baltoh worked his bum between her legs, catching the cincture of her panties with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her flank retracted into her eubstance and her wearing apparel gone, the only thing separating Rosmarinus officinalis from Baltoh's powerful erection pressing against her was the fabric of his pants.

Wearing nothing but her rosary bead chains around her wrists and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at aid against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosmarinus officinalis trembled at the feeling of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, helpless, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt veneration in struggle before, but this was a new veneration, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a powerful Lion and the hotshot was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was indescribable, the fear and the blissfulness that came with it made her shake in excitement. 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 submit to him and be dominated, though that word was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could smell out this new confusing conformation of rousing within her. He felt like he was holding a wild brute, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her idea was still trying to decide what to do and what it anticipate. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the politic mouth of her grab like a slithering snake. rosemary purred at the sensual touch, and when she reached down to feel her moistening clitoris, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her movement. Rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an fond cat, humming in blissfulness at the belief of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, hold me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a spirit she would be like this. In fight she is as tearing as all of the other Angelica Archangelica, but when sexually open and vulnerable, she is completely slavish, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more interesting,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling his demonic sense of sexual control beginning to disclose itself.

"What do you want ?"Baltoh asked, ending the candy kiss.

Rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you require ?"he asked again, holding her off the solid ground by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your dick,"she whimpered, rubbing her stage together tightly as the opinion of weakness 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 smooth rear and along her spinal column, gently enough to only make the hide wage hike and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your putz !"she begged as she felt the sharpness of the razor-sharp talon against her bare bod.

Baltoh grinned at the terminated personality change."I'll kick in it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you forebode to do what I say and obey me as your new master ? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all quaternary."Get on your knees,"he ordered, taking great use in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to confront him.

With a low smiling, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect pecker, which was pulsing with each beat of his mettle. On her stifle, Rosmarinus officinalis stared at it with awe and veneration, standardized to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a Virgo the Virgin with a less produce consistence, Rosemary's brilliant eyes and freckled human face were radiant with artlessness. Even though she was in her twenties, her virgin innocence and young consistence made her looking at so young.

"Start playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her lips, Rosmarinus officinalis leaned back and began working her digit between her ramification. Her breathing became speedy and shoal with soft fluttering of her vocalization and her helping hand became damp with her succus. The more she worked, the Sir Thomas More her pussy began to open up and give away itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pink Interior and the wet flower petal-like folds within. rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her offspring au naturel eubstance on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his hand. She could feel his middle on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her neediness to conceal away.

"living going. Harder, faster. Don't point until you cum."

"Yes overlord,"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 nipple for summate stimulation. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the rest of the church service, for she could not bear the pity. But the shame turned her on.

"On your helping hand and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all IV with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her fount in the crook of her arm, Rosmarinus officinalis continued to finger herself with her unhurt consistence shaking with each pleasurable stir of her hand, all with her anus and glistening cunt in purview of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to achieve an climax. Finally, he decided to give her some help in a way he knew would puzzle out best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his fundament over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her throat and gave a fire up squeeze. It wasn't enough to restrict her breathing or cut off profligate flowing, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric scourge. It would have been so easy for him to stamp out her at that moment, to snuff out her biography like she was nothing but a small beast. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her flabby throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, rosemary crossed the doorway into a eject climax. She writhed and moaned as jets purulent succus sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her helping hand became a blur as she rubbed herself with new hurrying, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a minute, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heaving and her knocker jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole body trembling, Rosmarinus officinalis held up her manus to her nerve, looking at her oiled fingers, glistening with her juices. revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so sinful. Baltoh's tush tightened around her pharynx, replacing her disgust and nervousness with slavish arousal. Without hesitation, she opened her oral fissure and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the delicious gustation of the wetness.

Once she had licked her finger clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his prat as if it were a leash. He set her on her genu with his putz just column inch from her facial expression."osculation it,"he said with a little grin.

"Yes Master,"she panted.
tilt forwards, Rosmarinus officinalis kissed the head of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the warm member touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouth and stand by your glossa out."

rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her rima oris wide with her spit sticking out like a landing funnies. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the foreland of his cock against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her tongue, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this pecker ?"Baltoh asked, loving the kinetics of this situation.

"Yes, please Master. I want to suck your putz,"she begged, having completely transformed from a nobleman and virtuous warrior of Shangri-la into his submissive sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the back of her head, Baltoh forced his cock into her oral fissure, making her gag from the sizing as he pushed it all the way to the vertebral column of her throat. Rosemary tried to draw in away as his dick plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's tail around her throat kept her still. She could no zilch but gag and heave on the mass stuffing her pharynx with crying streaming down her face. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting rosemary gasp for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breath, Baltoh wrapped his fingers around rosemary's hair and smeared his slime-covered pecker across her facial expression, mixing her spittle and other bodily fluids with her tears. He pushed his cock back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making rosemary have full-body upheaval. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with gook dripping from her backtalk and nose from retching. As nasty and sad as she looked, she was overwhelmingly well-chosen. None of her fantasies had ever been like this, but it was advantageously than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some cryptical desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean, she wrapped her fingers around the gibe of Baltoh's cock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and shape while she caught her breath. Finally quick, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her school principal back and Forth and stroking him with her hand while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his head roll back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his manhood and listened to the wonderful spongy strait of it moving back and forth inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his integral fag end around her body and picked her up, holding her inverted with his prick staying in her mouthpiece. With Rosmarinus officinalis upside-down with Baltoh's school principal between her legs, he buried his fount in her cunt, going down on her with far more aggression than he would with Selene or Molly. Having never experienced the feeling of someone's mouth and natural language on and in her pussy, Rosmarinus officinalis moaned in bliss and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet cunt and licked up every drop curtain of her delectable juices, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her whisker to hold her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvis, fucking her pharynx with non-caring brutality, causing rosemary to retch with each powerful puncher to her throat and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few minute of arc, Baltoh decided it was finally time to roll in the hay Rosemary like the little prostitute she was. He dropped the washed-out Archangel onto the pool of grease on the trading floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to retrieve her forte. Once his patience was at its limit, he grabbed her by the ankle and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your master key ? Ready to get your snatch shredded by my cock ? Beg for it like the little strumpet you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an evilness smile.

"Please bed me, Master ! I want you to take my virginity with your big putz !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her coat of arms shaking.

With his hind end around her waist, Baltoh used his free helping hand to press the head of his stopcock against her waiting virgin prick. Hanging inverted, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so gruelling that she would cry and cry. She was completely in the palm tree of his hand. Securing the chief in the glistening lips of her slit, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a inscrutable breath. With a exclusive hefty shove, he forced his intact cock into her slender body, not caring how aloud she screamed.

Even with her archangel body opening up to accept him in a way that no man Virgin could and the pain in the neck almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh sting from the roughshod incursion and the huge wad inside her. The sensation of his atrocious manhood stuffing her to the item where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her fantastic fancy and incubus. The idea of experiencing this as a human being terrified and confounded Rosmarinus officinalis as she struggled to breathe and stay on calmness.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her hurt snatch. Upon its near removal, blood line from her demolish hymen trickled out from between the feast lips, running down her smooth belly, between her hanging chest, up her throat, and reddened her sass like lipstick. Baltoh reinserted his shaft back into his sexy servant, taking slap-up amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this emplacement before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the help of this hindquarters to view as her still, he was fucking her like a simple machine in seconds. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human garden cart ; instead, she just had her face buried in the shepherd's crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her lower organic structure against his cock. The dominating hybrid had a grinning on his look and was licking his lips as he listened to Rosemary's tearful moans of happiness and watched as his powerful thrusts sent wavelet through her pale naked body. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the rear with the rachis of his hand, jiggling the soft pulp and making Rosmarinus officinalis cry out as a prominent red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hand against the soft bare figure of her mingy ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her vociferation of abominable euphory were like euphony to his capitulum, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her carpus, holding her arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her wrists and his tail around her throat. With rosemary's branch wrapped around his torso and her dolorous joke and cries of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her arms held back and had his tail wrapped around her neck opening with the perfect level of tightness, significance that she was basically held in a sex baseball swing and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her following orgasm.
"Do you desire me to get to you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please stimulate me cum, original ! Please realize me cum !"she begged, lusting for his pecker late inside her.

Moving like a simple machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her all suspended body excite wildly as he rammed her to the point in time that it was a miracle that she didn't start hemorrhage. Rosemary's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her saintly voice bouncing off the paries of the Christian church.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet coming, spraying the floor and Baltoh's ramification with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down on her feet and then pushed her over to the ambo. With Rosmarinus officinalis knack over the podium, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass impudence. He tightened his rump around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosemary just gave a pitiful whimper and nodded her question, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and Molly's. Spreading her branch and forcing her head down against the bible on the soapbox, Baltoh readied the head of his shaft against her anus, instantly feeling the pack expand and open up as it awaited the insight. With Rosmarinus officinalis's riot echoing through the church building, Baltoh worked his cock into her besotted little asshole with a single shove of brutish strength. Ignoring her painful cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic spirit and the wonderful spirit of her closely rectum clenching every foursquare centimeter of his cock with the tender wet skin, Baltoh took his natural pace, pumping into her with foresighted, deep strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a woodpecker, rocking the soapbox wildly with Rosmarinus officinalis clinging to it for dear lifespan and moaning as she looked around the church. The colorful glass window of the saints and holy man and the words of church bench for people who attended the house of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living being glaring at her in disgust and judicial decision as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One component of her mind hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry courtesan, but the rest of her mind was excited and aroused by her pity. When it came to being subservient to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his clemency, being on his III, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a making love of thrall, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his appendage stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosmarinus officinalis raised her head and released a deep moan of ecstasy, with her voice shaking with her body from the rapid pounding of his prick. Baltoh pulled her back with his fanny around her neck, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could smack them hard with his thenar, making her purr from the confidence game of the spiritualist pitcher's mound. He also kissed her, licking the blood of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her SOB. She groaned as he entered his puss, just like he had with Selene and Molly, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his poke, violating her fair sex as he kept her side pressed against the Holy Holy Writ, both to humble her and expectoration in the font of God as he bent the beautiful garden angelica to his will.

Finally, the stump 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 fours and his paw around her throat, making her moan in felicity as he pounded her like a giant jackhammer. For several minute of arc, they continued in his fashion with Rosemary riding cloud 9 and Baltoh riding Rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her pussy, painting the two orifices with her juice. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually finger his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping out-of-doors, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his shadower around her pharynx. Disappointed, rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clitoris."Please hold back fucking me, Master. I want your cock inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his hammer in his hand. Grabbing her hair, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his prick as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to soak up on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to manipulate his shadower behind her, causing two division to bend back over each early and tress into a duo of stunt man helix.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two twisted constituent of his tail into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her orifices at once as if she were the dupe of a hentai tentacle devil. With Baltoh's putz grinding against the spine of her throat and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of bed auto, Rosmarinus officinalis's eye rolled back into her caput and she nearly became hitch, giving into the indescribable pleasure flooding every vulcanized fiber of her being as she was violated like a woman of the street at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a diabolical holla as an bam of semen sprayed from the head word of his rooster, coursing down her throat, filling her belly, and overflowing from her oral fissure. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his dick out of her sassing and his tail out of her pussy and bastard. Rosmarinus officinalis collapsed on the flooring, facedown in a puddle of seminal fluid.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And Sir Thomas More,"she panted, happier and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your nerve and your loyalty ?"

"Yes skipper,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some prison term to retrieve before I let Selene and Molly have a good turn with you."

Then, in contrast to the bestial BDSM fucking he had just given her, he lifted her Kuki-Chin and gave her a assuage and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, Rosemary is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a quick while ), both naked after having made love just a suddenly while ago. Just arcminute before, Selene had returned to the elbow room, having left New York to go up to Earth in order to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need details,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously quirky slovenly woman and a completely submissive masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to bring up she is a good squirter, she sprays like a water fountain."

Selene perked up with amazement and amusement."Really ? Well after my first lilliputian taste of domination with molly, I have to admit that I am more commove than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a number with her after I gave her prison term to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive pulse of Energy Department rocked the city to its core, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and heavy with ill power and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh's eyes widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This power was equal to his own, possibly even not bad. There were only a handful of sources for such an oppressive air, and none of them were good.

"saint Art : Bob Hope beacon light Summoning ! backer Art : rosiness Window cuticle Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

quaternity hope pharos began to stand up from the ground, each at the very edge of the urban center. It was the level best identification number of the crosses that could be summoned in any given spot and prison term. Up above the very center of the metropolis, a pond-sized rose window of yellowed and purplish glass appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the city with the swooning passing through it. With the helper of the four crosses, its diameter was expanded to cover all of New York and its 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 law of proximity to perdition, we've finally gotten so end that the most powerful Demons can slip through. These are the true giant of the shadowed depths, the foes that have brought me nearly to the brink of demise,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.

"time lag, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the passenger and his mount. Their big businessman storey are equal, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have 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 cap of a building. There were twenty other Archangels in total, as well as a few Angel, including Selene.

"One of the professional of overrefinement has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the severity of the situation.

"What are Masters of Torture and titan ?"genus Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next level of monster, well beyond Angelica Archangelica,"Michael admitted, being forced to unsay his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the other Angels asked.

Baltoh took a oceanic abyss breath."As you know Demons have been summoned to land in the past—as it is the only way for them to bilk between dimensions and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too practically of a threat, they have been known to get through fully speciality and cause cancel disasters like volcanic eruption, tsunamis, and plagues. captain of torture and Titans are far too powerful to be summoned, the mass of their push is too great and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between passkey of Torture and Titans and monster is how they are born. Titans are born through magnanimous numbers racket of Demons managing to fuse together into one massive beast, just like sinner join together to transmute into Bleaks. Depending on how well the process goes, they can retain their intelligence operation and continue to use Demon Art, or recede their minds and turn raging animate being, often used as steeds for the Masters of anguish. Masters of straining are born more similarly to regular devil ; however, instead of being born from the hate of blaze residents that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the remains of slain fiend.

Just like with the prisoners that eventually crumple away to ash, the cadaver of vote out Demons stay and fester, becoming more and more concentrated and focused. After a spell, all the hatred and evil that made up the daimon's macrocosm is compacted and processed to its purest human body, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This dark poison eventually joins up with others and forms a victor of Torture. Even I have to fight back for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two foe that they about to defend reinforce the severity of the billet, with dread crushing everyone with the same weight as the dark energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could go forward, there was a deafening crash and the whole city shook violently, causing several buildings to crumple and go down apart like planetary house of poster. Red crevice flitted through the rose window hologram cast upon the city as the forces of iniquity below crashed against it like a uncivilised Taurus against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the the great unwashed been evacuated to the outskirt ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the urban center. well-nigh likely, our foe will come up through the center of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another smash that sent More cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of Torture, and the rest of you fight the Titan. Selene, I want you and all the other backer to stay out of this fight and guard the homo in case any Gargoyles or daemon attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third clank rang out as the shield broke. In the center of the metropolis, twelve city blocks suddenly sank into the land and the four Hope pharos in the niche shattered like vas. A deluge of hellfire roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, visible only from its shadow. Hovering above the city, the beast released a deafening roar and the geyser of Hellfire died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The beast was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, larger than its physical structure when joined to together and each one far yearner, and an smoothing iron catch on each neck. Its black scraggly tomentum was matted with blood, its red eyes glowed like hazard lights, both head teacher had rhino-like horns on the bridges of their noses, two pairs of bull-like car horn protruded from behind its ears, its recollective scraggy fangs poked out past its submaxilla and glistened with acidic saliva, its chela looked more like talons and appeared almost too heavy for its paws, and its dark-grey offstage were webbed with spindly bones and were missing most of the control surface membrane, but the creature was still able to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still dwarf the world's largest sport stadium.

Standing on the Titan's back, holding a chain that led to its atomic number 26 collars, was a Demon. The entity was garbed in black armor with a pair of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a twain of gazelle-like hooter made entirely of shadow flame, a hindquarters lined with spikes, a dyad of large metal glove on his weaponry instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of torture held out his hired man and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his bridge player, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon bone, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low suspiration, the devil pointed the blade straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fight,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in preparation and summoned his sword.

As the Angelica Archangelica departed to face the Titan once the battle started, genus Selene gave him a kiss laced with concern but also filled with tender love."Don't let him get to you, he's nix. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a modest grin.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her back."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how life-threatening you are in your prime of life,"she said once last time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of Torture as he spread his fender, preparing to pounce. With a astray smile on his typeface, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a combatant's emplacement, brimming with confidence and excitement for the battle. Moving faster than a speeding fastball, the Demon leapt from his mount and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the strike 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 40 satanic legions under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the forces of Heaven under cipher,"the hybrid countered, pushing the Demon back with the ear-stinging scar 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 !"Amun gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his proportionality, brandishing his sword as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the power of both populace. This is not a doubt of low-cal vs. dark ; it is a question of whether your hatred is smashing than mine ! Now we fight with our lives on the line to prove who has the greater resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their swords, every window within a square mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amon could deliver another spinning kick, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the monster by the throat with his fanny. With a hefty whip, he threw the monster straight down into the ground with sufficiency long suit to make a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the edifice that had been destroyed.

Sword in hand, Baltoh swooped down while casting the divine Smite spell. Amon rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his blade into the flat coat with enough power to melt off nine foursquare blocking of the metropolis into a colossal crater filled with the dust of the building that had originally stood in its space.

"ogre Art : night Pulse !"Amun thundered, pointing his clawed fingerbreadth at the hybrid and launching a condensed jet of dark vim, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the flack, wrapped in dope with half of his vest and shirt burned away."Angel Art : plume Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amon and launching a volley of feathering, burning with White person fire.

wrapping himself in his wings, Amen tried to tramp away but the bolts made their mark, puncturing his backstage over and over again. He gritted through the sting painful sensation and got to his feet, ripping the feathers out of his annexe and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal centre could not catch him, Amon swung his sword in a stroke uppercut slice, but the hybrid blocked the onset, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging attacks and blocks. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding brand.

spotting and curtain raising, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the heart with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of blood but managed to revenge by sharpening his two daimon fender into nail-sharp spike and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armour and skewering his lungs. With ancestry dripping from Amon's helm, the two foes separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their injuries and instead just swinging their brand wildly at lightning f number, attacking and blocking each other a hundred times every second.

"monster Art : Debt retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to roam the spell.

Surging up from the solid ground, a dozen vast bony hired man reached out of portals to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a crowd of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"Angel Art : Final Penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar shells, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the mitt like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the bones and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment twinkling !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's feathers, temporarily crippling Amun's ability to see. With the fiend distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his flesh with the gut hook near the end of the leaf blade and the serrations that lined the edge.

With blood spraying from the fissure carved across his chest, Amun snarled and clapped his hands together with his blade between his laurel wreath."Demon Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden bonfire of hellhole fire engulfed him. The fatal funeral pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"Demon Art : Undead greening !"they both called, flying towards each early.

The two combatant were both wrapped in black atmosphere as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their bodies in clip to put away swards. The instant their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amun in the side, sending the Demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a km of buildings as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"demon Art : teras Slash !"Amon thundered, getting to his metrical foot and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an unseeable interbreeding of ten razor-thin vitality blades. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the conjoin flak breaking over his steel, and before he could mentally recuperate, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden coming into court of a apparition. Amon had appeared above him with an intact building in his adhesive friction. With a boom, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledgehammer, with the hybrid having LE than a indorse to become intangible and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amon slammed into him with tail energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the unobtainable Baltoh. Amen scene straight down, slamming Baltoh into the undercoat as the thrown and twisted edifice shattered. Upon impingement, all the debris of the building was thrown upwards into a Brobdingnagian mushroom cloud of dust from the two champion hitting the ground.

In the keister of a smoky volcanic crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the face over and over again with his arms moving as fuzz. With his cheek bloody and his despair climb, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the shoulder with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of construction like an indestructible missile.

"Angel Art : spear of Destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his substructure and clapping his hired hand together.

From between his hands, a paper-thin ray of light of halcyon light dig forth, taking the form of a vast blade that sliced through everything in its track. Slamming his brand into the solid ground, Amon brought himself to a occlusion as the blade approached, slicing straight through the edifice that he had just smashed through.

"devil Art : Tombstone Shield !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone burst from the ground in front of him, acting as a barrier against the blade. The massive voulge of light smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not crack. Flying out from behind the cuticle, Baltoh burst out and sway his blade towards Amon's neck opening, hoping to behead him. The Demon managed to slant back enough to ward off a fatal strike, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a fountain of inky rake to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a bullet through building after construction. Not wanting to lose the chance, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in less than a second gear. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their claw forefinger digit at each other, the sharp talons just inches apart.

"devil Art : Dark Pulse !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed hike to avoid the colossal grim fireballs being launched from the twin heads of the Titan.

"saint Art : aura discus !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the creature from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a long chain of very rings of golden light and threw them at the wildcat. The rings struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its knock-down pelt. With an annoy tangle, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tails, sending her crashing into a city bus with sufficiency military posture to cleave it in half. Lying at the end of a yearn Crater in the street, rosemary cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a massive tail. Flapping her wings desperately, she took flight and fled as the titan tried to stump on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : Final repentance !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his statement, half a dozen large wooden crown of thorns fell out of the sky like missile and slammed into the creature's back and momentarily threatened to hurl it off equalizer. Furious, the colossus turned to him with one of its header and launched a house-sized dim powerhouse. The blast struck Raphael head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Almighty Smite !"an Angelica Archangelica with short blond hair called, rocketing down towards the behemoth with her sword raised.

Sensing her approach, the behemoth raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a monolithic Dark Pulse. The Angelica Archangelica blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the beam of energy and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her strength increased. The bang finally ended and the woman's steel was knocked to the side by the net bead of vigor, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the colossus reached up with its other head with lightning speed and stabbed her right in the gut with the horn on the bridge of its nozzle. The force of the impact and the size of it of the hooter ripped her to pieces and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another garden angelica by the name of Remiel yelled through his long lace 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 titan. Once completed, the four pillars each began spewing thick swarm of incense fastball, filling the infinite within the prison house but going no encourage. In endorsement, the heavyweight was invisible, hidden within a cloud of pot. Over the auditory sensation of the dense vapor spraying out like water jets, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its flesh like gaseous back breaker and pressed on its body from all sides as if it were at the tail end of the ocean.

"Angel Art : divinity fudge Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their digit at the behemoth and firing electron beam of halcyon lighter as turgid as bullet. The beams struck the colossus, causing it to snarl in pain in the neck and illuminating the dope swarm.

"Keep shooting ! We have to kill this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his free energy into his blast.

All of the Archangels were thrown back as the behemoth released an earthshaking roar and was wrapped in tail fire. The black explosions shattered the four column and pushed aside the divinity fudge beam as if they were mere beams of light. furious at the harm they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two heads and snapped up a pair of Archangels, than knocked the balance back like a group of flies with its tails.

"hoot it, how is it possible that this matter is so herculean ? !"Raffaello Santi cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a recrudesce edifice that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only one who can confront something like this !"Rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every prison term something goes wrong ! We are archangel of Shangri-la, we do not need supporter destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to give suck his hurt ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that passkey of torturing. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his separated shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this fauna back together with is rider,"Rosmarinus officinalis insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper eruption on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon remark that it was the spell he would use to destruct them when he encountered them in snake pit. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and take them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"tinker's damn it, have we really flow this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his center and mulled over the decision, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redhead stood up."We need to hit this affair with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can stop over it or slack it down enough for Baltoh to lure that schoolmaster of torment over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. saint Art : hope Beacon Summoning !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted.

four edifice around the Titan shattered as a group of Leslie Townes Hope pharos appeared in their billet, giving all the archangel four major power boosts.

"Angel Art : terminal Crucifixion !"Rosmarinus officinalis called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the entire city, a monolithic hybridization burst from the dry land, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a phantom over the Titan. Dozens of whips, adorned with spikelet and bits of twine metallic element, reached out and wrapped around the colossus, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its flesh. The beast howled in nuisance as its canine bones snapped and its muscles tore so that its limbs could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the neck opening of the Titan, a crown of prickle formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized spear sword appeared in the air and plunged itself into the devil's chest.

"backer Art : Rosary Restraints !"all the Archangels called as the Titan roared in pain sensation and frustration.

From their beaded bracelets, countless red range shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the crisscross while burning its physique like hot wire. Pulling on the chain of mountains with all their posture, the Angelica Archangelica pulled the cross out of the ground and sent it falling back like a chop tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"Angel Art : concluding penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

one-half a 12 towering Cross began to fall from the sky like bomb calorimeter, slamming down into the behemoth each with the weight of a mountain. Throughout New York, buildings were thrown from their foundations by each devastating impact and clouds of dust completely filled the air. The massive crosses had skewered the beast like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"Angel Falls Art : Incense asphyxiation Seal !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the turn, four intimate column of buxom incense lanterns burst from the undercoat around the animal and began spewing forth their smoke, which crushed the Titan like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to catch their breath, the monumental creature unleashed a roar as low and deep as the beating of war metal drum and its body began to burn with black fervor, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their exponent enhanced with four Hope Beacons, the Archangels still could not go along the wolf or its jumbo energy restrained.

"Quick ! Start hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! Rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a barren wasteland, their feet buried under the pulverize dust of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a thirdly of New York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamical battle, much of the destruction being the solvent of them both smashing each other over the headway with full building like a pair of cartoon fictional character. Both hero were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received innumerable injuries that would have got meant the end of any regular Demon or Archangel. It was not the combat that had drained them both of their energy, but the injuries, both fighting through and healing them. In the battle, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the face, sending the Master of Torture staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his strength. Struggling to stay on his feet, Amon could do nothing as his face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his olfactory organ and cracking dissimilar areas of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the ground beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amen and to instead fix his rest. This gave Amon the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his tail and then spinning around, delivering a brawny kick to the eye of his pectus. Baltoh was thrown off the daemon's tail with all of his costa broken and blood streaming from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his base, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to ignore the rigorousness of accidental injury while they mended themselves.

‘ tinker's dam it, this is why I make sure never to oppose these Guy for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each early down. At this rate, we'll just kill each former or reach a impasse in which neither of us can make a motion and the fate of the battle and perhaps the humankind will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can slay that Titan,'he thought to himself, blinking operose to straighten his blurred vision.

Forming his blade from bootleg fire, albeit at a much slower pace than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the early in this final battle will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breathing time as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his blade above his question and brought it down towards Baltoh's rightfield side, aiming for the veins between his shoulder and neck. Baltoh blocked the flack with an uppercut jive, and while Amon tried to draw his blade back for another attempt, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the profligate spraying across the ground with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by adrenalin and rage pumping through his veins like his inky origin, Amun pulled his sword back and countered with a stab to the left over side of Baltoh's chest, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to quell awake and on their feet, the two hero locked swords once, twice, three sentence, with each collision sending showers of Muriel Spark as if the blades were juicy. On the fourth encounter, Baltoh was able-bodied to maneuver his blade past Amon's and extradite a rich cut across the shoulder, then twist the blade and send it sheering across his pharynx. Gurgling on his own blood, Amun roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his left field eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in hurting. Amon lunged at the chance, swinging his brand from the side and cutting Baltoh's stomach open and leaving his entrails dangling. With a demonic holla of anger, Baltoh raised his sword senior high above his drumhead and struck Amen's left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the sword, Baltoh carved through the fiend's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him undetermined like a chainsaw. Amon's shoulder and rib were shattered by the brutal ten-strike, the muscles were all severed, the spunk cut, and the veins spraying blood line like fountains. Amon stepped back with his whole left incline from the shank up barely clinging to the rest of his body. It was almost as if soul had tried to cut him in one-half with a saw but started at the wrong spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to hold their eubstance together and continue from falling apart.

"Master !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The Titan is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amun as the master copy of torture pointed his clawed finger at the oncoming archangel and launched a Dark Pulse that was ten times bombastic and more powerful than a even Demon or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amon was easily able to institute forth the energy required to vote out rosemary like she was a fly. With the velocity and diameter of the blast, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"Angel Falls Art : Gates of Eden ! Demon Art : Tombstone Shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The gargantuan Dark Pulse was suddenly stopped as a logic gate of whole gold appeared before rosemary with a dyad of car-sized gravestone behind it, reinforcing the ginmill. The bam struck the barrier like an enraged elk against a tree, stopping in its tracks but making the barrier gap and deflection under the insistence. Rosmarinus officinalis was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the unmovable physical object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the while strong so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the gust and pounced on him like a good deal Leo the Lion, digging his claws into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : final exam crucifixion !"rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her manus at Amon.

The marble-white cross burst from the terra firma behind Baltoh and the rabid devil was yanked off his back and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the crucifixion ritual took place, Rosemary kept the magic spell going, desperate to restrain the offend but mortal Master of Torture.

"Angel Art : Rosary constraint ! Angel Art : plume pointer ! Angel Art : annulus shackle ! holy man Art : Incense Suffocation sealskin !"she bellowed, landing on the background beside Baltoh with her work force aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded Sir Ernst Boris Chain launched from her rosary watch bracelet and tied Amon to the hybrid like a straitjacket, eight-inch long plume shooter from her wings and lodged themselves in Amun's human body, promote nailing him, and rings of golden twinkle appeared around his ankle joint, wrists, and head, acting as one concluding bond to the wooden structure. go but not least, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the blank between them with dense smoke, crushing Amon like weewee and burning his lungs with blessed muscularity. In his vaporisation coffin, Amun could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he spot what was going on outside.

"original, are you ok ?"rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a smile at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedroom, it appeared that she was still subservient and patriotic to him.

"I'll last, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to obliterate him or that Titan and sentence is running out. Even in his current res publica, Amun won't be held back every tenacious by those charm. We only have five or ten minutes before he breaks free and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the metier to use any of your rage good time ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wound and balance for a few instant, I might have adequate tycoon for at least one shot, but it would take too long to charge and attack. Unless I can fully restore, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his fundament but falling back down.

Rosmarinus officinalis hesitated before speaking."captain, I'll take care of you. Just lie back and I'll mend your wound and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the live part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely avail. And don't trouble, I doubt I'll death long."

"backer Art : Laying On of Hands,"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered, holding one ticklish helping hand over Baltoh's bare chest with green healing energy streaming from her palm. With her other hand, she unfastened his waistband and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in sizing and strength at the attention.

With a coy look on her grimace, Rosmarinus officinalis took Baltoh's rooster in her mouth, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his combat injury with both hands. Their metre was running out and Amon would soon develop free of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosmarinus officinalis was working Baltoh's dick lovingly with every soft wet corner of her oral cavity, trying to blarney a sexual climax as fast as potential. She squeezed the ray of light with her clapper and cheeks, worked the drumhead with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drop of saliva she could come up. While her question bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the turgid member was massaged with great sexual dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosmarinus officinalis flooded his dead body with healing energy from her workforce, mending his hurt and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his riotous orgasm, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosemary's lip and throat, every drop of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and sucking out every last glob of his ejaculate. His strength restored and his consistence as limber and relaxed as a billet of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his pant back up and secured his window sash before jumping to his feet with a felicitous yawn.

"Alright, I'm quick. Thank you, rosemary,"he said as he aimed his paw at Amon.

The Demon had made a lot of progress in his escape, as already the rosary restraints were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple places, the feather pointer had already been incinerated, the Halo bonds had shattered, and the incense smoking in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The seals would only agree for another minute of arc at most.

"saint Art : rosary Restraints ! Demon Art : Dark Shackles !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal bands and beaded cords around his wrist, two dozen black bladed Chain and prayer beads binds chatoyant forth and wrapped around Amon's prison in entirety before tightening on the four incense column and crushing Amen's prison like a household of notice. The chains and rosary bail bond continued to wrap around Amon and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's get-up-and-go and forming a nearly impenetrable SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the snare Amon with him and raced over to where the rest of the Archangels were still fighting the Titan. The original sealing spells had recollective since been destroyed, so now the forces of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to keep it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the middle of a atomic number 79 and black bonfire, caused by their vigour striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of courage, Baltoh swung the reata of Hell mountain chain and rosary bonds with Amon at the end like the head of a conflict flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with enough military capability to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the brute from the fleece pain of the encroachment. Snapping the corduroy with his tail, Baltoh clapped his hands together to name the next magical spell."Demon Art : Mausoleum Prison !"he cast, harnessing the tycoon of the nearby Hope Beacons to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbol of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from infinite rose up around the behemoth and the Master of twisting, locking them away like money in a banking concern vault.

"Demon Art : Debt recovery !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his command, almost a hundred massive skeletal hired man burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one outstanding heave, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straight upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his body level and his wings out in front of him with his burning ring between the crown. He had to quantify this carefully, as he did not need any more lives to be lost. His halo began to whirl, increasing in f number every 2d up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

high up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amon on its vertebral column, holding its reins with his sword in bridge player. Both demon released thunder of frustration and bloodlust, ready to pass to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amen howled.

"well it won't be by your deal !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his blast at full strength.

Everyone watching the scenery turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level luminosity of the beam of light fired. Upon its launched, the flack instantly began to expand at terrifying order of magnitude, but with Baltoh's calculations and placement, it would not touch either sides of the pit around New York. By the clock time it reached Amun and his steed, the attack was already a third as large as the city and far too powerful to discontinue or dodge.

They were splattered against the bam like mosquitoes against the windshield of a motorway semi and did not slow it down in the least as the blast continued to spring up upwards. Up on the surface of Earth, where the American government had set up a command center around New York, sensors and instruments of all sort were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter scale leaf rocked the expanse. Finally, with a diam as declamatory as New York itself, the blast snap upwards from the shaft and passed right through the dome of black pot due to the Angel Energy Department within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the light beam of get down scene into the sky with as much energy as a solar solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the shaft shot up into blank, the air was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The fire faded into the last few beads of energy and Baltoh began to decrease, drained of energy and with a grinning of victory on his side. Swerving down like an eagle, genus Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the ground with her face glowing with tender beloved and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel way up on Earth, as after a fight with a Master of anguish, Baltoh refused to do anything or let the cat out of the bag to anyone until he had taken a shower and Selene wasn't going to let the chance pass her by. As he checked the locks on the door to stimulate surely that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the shower, waiting for the water to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the city ?"genus Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't worry, after that fight with the Master of Torture, the forces of Hell will probably wait and bide their prison term before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the toilet.

Standing in the door, he came to a dead layover and smiled. His eyes were fixed on Selene glistening with a sexy shine as the water ran down her naked body. Each cliff on her pleasant-tasting chocolate-shade skin glistened like a precious stone, illuminating every sensual curve of her body. He could see her muscularity relaxing under the heat of the water, her bureau expanding with each deep breath, and the shivers of relief that passed through her flawless bod as the hot undulation washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding threshold."semen on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to watch for a little while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

Selene looked up into the spray with her mouth open, as if the showerhead were his dick and he was ejaculating onto her face. The water streamed across her brass and through her farsighted silky haircloth, and as she rolled her heading from face to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became heavy. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to keep his eyes fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her eubstance, touching herself gently. With each pass of her custody across her beautiful anatomy, Baltoh's cock began to balloon and he licked his rim in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

opening night up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small block into her hands and lathered her palm tree with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own feeling, she began squeezing and rubbing her great breasts, making them slippery with a finishing of foam running across the soft skin. As she massaged her titty and traced the bar of max around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully put up pecker with a wide grinning on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the trash screen and pressed her tits against the Methedrine. Baltoh's breathing became expectant as he watched her rub her white meat against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving marks through the lustre of scoop. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the field glass with her giving titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the goop across her curved trunk, lathering her ebony tegument with a layer of thin ovalbumin froth. As her bridge player moved down her flat belly, she shifted her hips from position to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

looking back over her shoulder, Selene turned around so her rear was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his back talk, Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her pussy and asshole while she soaped up her tenacious smooth legs. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her house curvaceous ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his cock. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, Selene began lathering her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual baron and wishing to feel Baltoh's turncock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the bed of max laundry away. While the lathery water streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her physical structure with her hands moving closer and closer to her pussy. At first she only ran her palms across her inner thigh, then she pulled her middle finger between the soft plump mouth, tickling the lustrous garden pink DoI. After that first base hint, she began working her fingerbreadth against the entrance, using the soapy water as lube. As her hugging became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the rampart and began giving a soft whimper.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the can sink with his cock standing at wide tending as Selene inserted her fingers into her puss, stirring them while moaning from the feeling of the ennoble penetration. With the attainment that only someone could have after years of pleasuring her own torso, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her pegleg, Selene grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for various minutes, with Selene desperately trying to convey herself to culminate, but unable to track that final threshold.

Her whole physical structure shaking in the desire to have an sexual climax, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her sassing around the nipple of her left over tit, instantly making Baltoh jerky from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own breast as if it were mollie's. Swirling her lingua around her erect nipple with the hot water running down her hourglass body, Selene finally achieved her first orgasm and signaled it with a tatty moan of jubilation.

As genus Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the exhibitioner, letting the grime from fight run off his body. With a tired smiling on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long glossa and wrapped it around her fingers like a snake, licking up her delicious essence. The two points of the forked tendril pointed out to genus Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue saltation with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her finger will slipping it deeper into Selene's sass, relishing the delicious taste. As their lips touched, Selene wrapped her weaponry around Baltoh's cervix and Baltoh began running his ribbon across her body, wishing that he could use his fingers and bettor sense her. For ten moment they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their dear while the rain shower sprayed their entwined torso with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the touch of his brim against her exposed organic structure. Continuing down, he spent a handful of bit just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to move, running his mouth and tongue across her belly before reaching the smooth brim of her slit, already open and awaiting advance pleasure.

rearing her leg and squeezing her breasts, genus Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his tongue, stimulating her clit with a skipper's acquirement. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her breasts that jiggled with each gasping breath Selene took and the pee that poured off her pointing tit and ran down her tranquil tummy. Shifting his weaponry, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulders so that he could get full memory access to her addictively sexually attractive pussy. Holding onto his horns for dear aliveness, genus Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every dessert spot in her pussy, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

deciding to help her once again Cross that threshold, Baltoh bent his tush back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a goliath double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his twist backside into her arsehole, needing a lot of force out to ferment the wide-eyed brain of the biologic sex toy into the tight ring. Selene released a shriek of pure sexual euphoria as the twisted subdivision of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the stop that she thought while she was going to break open, only to retract and then drive itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a musical instrument and fucking her asshole wildly with his ass, Selene was brought to her second orgasm in record book time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his tail from his shit and let genus Selene lick it like a spoon covered in cake batter.

"That was a orderly john,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood vessel and leave of absence my tail 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 clientele,"she said in between candy kiss while she wrapped her ramification around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her manpower up against the paries above their heads with their palms touching and his digit dug into the tiles, providing him a good keep like when he fucked Molly on the hospital ceiling. Without using his hands ( but needing a little assistant from his tail ), he pressed the question of his manhood against her wet twat and forced it in, making Selene wow in happiness from the huge mass driving up into her Gates of promised land and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his hips, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the utmost corners of her cunt. With her wet titty jiggling against his bare chest, the two lovers made out under the hot atomizer of the rain shower. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his ball sack throwing water with each thrust like a sling.

"honey, my hand are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my arms are completely dead,"Baltoh replied with a small smile, making her laugh.

holding onto her with his tail so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his pincer out of the walls and released their hands. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a cold tingling mavin, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the flow of hot pee, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy look and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his backside and worked his prick back into her slit. With her leg raised and his hands on her hip joint, he began pumping her slit with fast, cryptic fortuity, bringing Selene back to her original point of ecstasy.

With her mouth open and her centre closed, Selene turned into the shower spray and let the hot water supply run down her face while Baltoh fucked her like a machine, ran kisses across her neck and shoulder, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so skillful !"she whined as his cock finally reached that unadulterated spot in the astuteness of her puss, that place that his tongue just couldn't employment up another raw personnel to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet body of yours. Your purulent feeling absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all infinity if I could, just to always feel it. I got to say, anal is good, but you really can't beat the full old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't know me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to snog her.

Just as their lips touched, their wobble weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower level, the two of them falling forward and unable to recover their footing. Selene gave a loud yelp of concern just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her bureau to catch her and grabbed onto the wall below the shower bath head, tearing through the tiles with relaxation 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 man of tile.

"Well my heart and soul look like it's going to break out my ribs and I have some cataplasm and ceramics in my hair, but other than that, I'm fine."

"goodness, because I don't think we should digest anymore."

"fountainhead I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her work force and knee joint.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the dorsum of her ear."I'm sure I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his hands to her rose hip and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the nous in her. In a undivided shove, he forced his hammer back into her with so practically power that Selene gave a silent scream. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the head of a woodpecker, fucking Selene with all his strength and reaching the furthermost points of her dead body with his humanity. With Selene feeling too good to even shit a sound, the noise calling out over the boo of the exhibitioner was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every sentence he shoved, making her round nates end jiggle and wag. Baltoh had a grin on his face and was licking his brim as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheeks and her titty swing every sentence he forced his cock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"genus Selene shrieked after fifteen minutes of the inhuman hammer. In the aftermath of her climax, Selene barely felt Baltoh draw out his tool out of her gaping snatch.

Panting heavily, he sat back against the wall of the shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more vim, fighting passkey of Torture or trying to satisfy your nympho appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her deal around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fairish that you didn't get to cum. See, your dick still has plenty of strength left. Don't worry, babe ; I'll take care of you. You said anal can't beat the ripe old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her articulatio coxae and guided his cock to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the loaded ring and Selene whimpered in pleasure at the feeling of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his entire cock in between her firm ass impertinence. Gripping his shoulders, she began raising her frown body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to treat the huge mass. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely set up end, helping her drive him like a pogo stick. With his hands on her ass, he was able-bodied to feel every glorious ripple and jiggle of her sultry rear when she drove his manhood back into her eubstance, and he relished the feel, just as he did the feeling of the soft wet Interior Department of her asshole around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for to a greater extent than ten minutes before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point in time. At that, she stopped bouncing on his putz and instead straddled it, gyrating her rosehip and swirling it around in her torso so that it felt every corner. Finally, Baltoh gave a infernal growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's interior to the spot where she felt like she was going to start coughing it up. The imperativeness was so impressive that Selene's physical structure began to shake as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating prick, sucking up the cum and luscious gustatory modality of her ass while his seed poured out of her vertebral column room access. Baltoh was struggling to keep his heart open, he was so tired and the hot water supply and the spirit of Selene hungrily siphoning every drop of sperm cell from his cock wasn't exactly helping him abide awake. He finally was brought back to full alertness as he felt a sudden flare of energy nearby ; an Archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"passe-partout ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and genus Selene turned off the pee.

Rosemary entered the toilet just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the rain shower, and a hungry expression immediately filled her eyes and lined her somewhat boldness. Shaking her brain from position to side, she got down on one knee and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosemary's eyes met genus Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the rain shower with a very coy smile on her face, one that instantly made rosemary wet.

"Rosmarinus officinalis,"Baltoh said, snapping her back to attention.

"Something is happening down in New House of York, it's not a fight, it's something else. You really need to add up see."

"Damn it, there is no way the city could feature reached Hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the sleeping accommodation to retrieve his clothes. rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy grin. They were dumb for a couple seconds, just staring at each other with Rosemary unable to keep her centre from wandering up Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"genus Selene asked with a teasing grin.

Rosmarinus officinalis jerked at the question and was unable to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosmarinus officinalis's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry baby, you'll get a much more… intimate… feeling later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across Rosemary's cheek and walking past her, leaving the garden angelica sputtering from her rush of arousal.

As Selene walked into the sleeping room to get dressed, Rosemary watched her closely, specifically her unadulterated ass, which was swinging from side to side with each stone's throw like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the plaza of New York, where all of the Archangels were gathered and combining their force to cast a repairing barrier around the metropolis. New House of York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue Light Within was passing between the building like a alluvion. The island of rock was rumbling so violently that streets and buildings and crumbling as fast as the roadblock repaired them with vast fissures shooting through the urban center and opening up great fissures that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the underworld is going on ?"Selene shouted over the roar of the shattering city as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue luminousness replacing the cherry hue on the sides of the buildings. His eyes came to a full point when he saw the lowest construction between him and the horizon, seeing that the stone dick that the city had carved into the major planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the urban center was being replaced by empty outer space with swirling dark-blue lighter like the morning Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of Hellfire and continued to elevate above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New House of York had reached the Congress of Racial Equality of the major planet, but instead of sitting in a molten moon of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the nix nothingness between universes. They had reached the halfway point between Earth and netherworld, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fencing of Hellfire continued to burn around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards blaze, boring through realism itself like burning thermite.

As the bottom of the slam finally rose up over the grandiloquent skyscrapers, a swarm of dim blue lights swirled over the urban center and then disappeared, replacing the jibe with a earn dark sky, fully severing New York from earthly concern like water flooding an undersea crack. Drifting down past the city like patch of ash, human souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their death and wrapped in a pale aureole, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. following stop : Hell."



"We are in serious, serious trouble,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Archangels, the chief of police, the mayor, and several other human being and Angel spokesperson in City Hall."I don't know if it was Tenebrous himself that sent that Master of twisting and Titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the reason, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a pair of them. We have just about reached the center between the reality of the bread and butter and Hell, any day now the barb of stone around the city from the Earth's mantle will go away and this city will bulk large in the null void between property. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this metropolis, there is nil to stop Tenebrous from sending every Master of Torture and Titan at us. He doesn't even have to leave the order ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not surely we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every demon, Gargoyle, and Sinner at us, but after what happened to the net Master of Torture and Titan, I doubt he will be willing to send out anymore of his most worthful violence. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one thing we have that can stop them. Unless they can somehow produce some indestructible barrier that not even you can break, he won't risk of exposure throwing his most brawny followers against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has rival stamen and power as a skipper of Torture, is able to summon a blast so mighty that not even they can block it. How is it that you fight at their grade and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand combat, but you can suddenly pass over them out with push to spare ? Baltoh, we need to know 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 archangel nor fiend Energy Department. It is powered solely by the rage and wrath within my heart, and I unleash that anger in a raw volley of king. Its office is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the existent energy within my body, which is why the power of the clap and my own power are so far apart. I use my wing to channel my furor to my aura, which I use as a release point. early than that, there is nothing else to it."

"Drawing vigour from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, tell me about the progress being made in Heaven. What entropy has been found about the Throne of Cinereo ?"

"nada, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is zippo but a blasphemous urban fable dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a bingle mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in Heaven hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the boss of me Baltoh, no thing how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked eye with Rosmarinus officinalis and shifted his gaze to the door, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a modest nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to keep on discussing the logistics and obstacles in their path. In the dark hall on the powerless City Hall, rosemary 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 finally 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 nada had been found about the Throne of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a record book from before the death of Christ."

"What did you line up ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this macrocosm split into two unlike frequency and forms after its nascence : the light source of Heaven and the wickedness of infernal region. It said that the exclusively way to recreate the vigor of Cinereo is to compound the forces of tail and lighter, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally wrench to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a loan-blend, Rosemary, the first in being. I know this commode of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a load of Irish bull, but if there is the diminutive chance that it Is real, then Baltoh has the big hazard of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last people I would need to have the powers of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither dark nor loose and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's wrong. I think his emotions allow him to bond Light and darkness together to create that neon eruption. That's why its magnate is disunite from his ; its not fueled by either halves of his energy, but of those two one-half fusing together into a whole new soma of raw top executive !

He's already on his way to achieving the crapper of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow soul like him to get powerfulness like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm more afraid of him than anything else in the macrocosm, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, Rosmarinus officinalis nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail assembly wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girl, my perfect footling spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, skipper ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course of instruction. And let's just say that Michael has a right wing to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to tell the truth. As a wages, come up to the bedroom tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realisation that the metropolis was halfway to Hell did not raise morale ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from solid ground made everyone finger more hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New House of York could at to the lowest degree tell themselves that they still had satellite globe around them, but now, that quilt was gone. True, they could still have help and reinforcement from Heaven, but from this point forward, they were completely on their own and away from rest home, like a space shuttle that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, Molly pressed against his left side and Selene against his right field. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lips bound to Selene's as their glossa danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his chest and stroked his erection. After half a arcminute, genus Selene and Molly switched roles, with Baltoh kissing Molly and Selene stroking his gumshoe. A diffuse tap on the threshold soon interrupted the swirling of their rim.

"What the nookie ? Who could that be ?"Molly swore, angry at her sassing being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the door with his hanker whip-like butt swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the room access, Selene and Molly began to French kiss, with their naked bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the speech sound of the creaking door, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired dearest of thraldom and submission, Rosemary, the proud and powerful garden angelica, came crawling in on all foursome without any apparel on. Her panties had been tied around her fount as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his tail wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a trine. In her mind, Rosemary was happy than almost any other clip in her life, and her kitty was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling rim through her gag in foreplay. Just the feeling of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous womanhood on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"rosemary, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex slave and they are your schoolma'am, so obey their every control,"he said, making Rosemary tremble in arousal at the genial blissfulness of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at genus Selene and mollie, who were both smiling and shivering in turmoil at being able to play with her like a new toy."You little girl have fun, I'm going to watch for a niggling while,"he said, releasing his tail from her throat and taking a bum in a chair by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all fours, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog appearance and one of the judges was inspecting her. genus Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either side of Rosemary and began exploring her bare body with their deal, teasingly rubbing her soft skin with their palms and finger's breadth. rosemary purred and shivered at the delicate massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. Selene and Molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosmarinus officinalis's hands ball into clenched fist from sexual frustration and expectation. She was an in away from begging them to keep touching her.

list forward, genus Selene ran her tongue across rosemary's mild lips while mollie began rubbing her handwriting against her kitty with her thumb pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the sensual touching, even leaning back to try and get mollie to enter her. Finally, her prayer were answered as Molly began working her quarter round in her asshole like a low dildo and spitting on the ringing, using her saliva as lubricant in rosemary's loaded 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 branch spreading, putting her wet kitty on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to puzzle out my puss ?"she whispered, touching the pink Interior Department back talk and then holding out her index and finger in front of Rosemary's face, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosemary shivered in XTC as Molly doubled her efforts with her quarter round, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her lower vertebral column and smooth rearward end with lubricious kisses.

"Yes schoolmistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her spit between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to explore the lips between her legs. The second the tasteless fluid touched her tongue, a tremor of bliss ran through her soundbox from the sexual fruition and symbolism of the taboo act.

"What do you desire ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lick your kitty-cat. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her rosary bead wristbands ticking as she bent her wrist joint to ease the edifice soreness.

genus Selene just smiled and splayed her work force, inviting rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With molly now working her quarter round in Rosemary's snatch while she licked her anus, the Archangel leaned down and kissed the back talk of Selene's puss like a religious artefact. genus Selene gave a gentle release of breathing spell in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new gumption of control over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a primal growling as she laid her hand on the top of Rosemary's pass and gently pushed down.

Five infantry away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an hard-on hard and strong enough to hit a baseball. The scene before him was driving him wild with intimate hunger and hullabaloo : the rolling of genus Selene's lingua across her lips as she shifted her question from side to side in seventh heaven, the whimpers of pleasance being given off my Rosemary as she feasted on another woman's slit for the for the first time time in her life, and the image of molly's question buried between Rosemary's cunning ass cheeks as she worked her tongue back and forth in her anus.

Rolling over, Molly lied down on her backrest and moved her head between Rosemary's legs. Raising her question, she flicked her tongue around velvet opening night of Rosemary's cunt, sending shivers of happiness through her pale naked physical structure. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and working her digit in her anus. Often, she would pull out her finger and work them succulently before reinserting them.

"semen up here and apply me a kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a hungry smile. Before making her way up to genus Selene's sassing, Rosmarinus officinalis began kissing her body first.

Deciding to exercise the dominant part that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her fuzz and raised her school principal."Did I say you could extend to me ?"

In the background, Molly's failed attempts at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. genus Selene was the Same, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric concentration in her thorax at being scolded.

"Am I going to feature to penalize you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please punish me."

mollie and genus Selene switched berth with Rosemary staying on her hands and knees. Molly against the headboard with an evil smile on her face and Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her script across the woman's cushy behind end. In his chairwoman, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in anticipation. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalize me, Mistress !"she yelped as a faint red welt appeared on her adolescent rear end.

mollie's thighs shook as she resisted the itch to clamp her stage together against the warm up ticklish tremble at the strait of Rosemary's happy cry. The contorted face of delight and nuisance in her dessert aspect was driving her wild with racy desires. Selene ran her tongue across her palm and fingers as if licking off a delicious taste, and then with her hired man wet, she smacked Rosemary's other ass cheek, leaving a similar welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and Molly watched intently as genus Selene punished mollie, spanking her over and over again while the instrumental sex-slave moaned in delight. By the time she was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her legs, drop by drop.

"Have you learned your lesson ?"Selene asked, swinging her hand to ease the aching sting in the nerve conclusion. Rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, Selene ran her paw across Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, up her rear, and then lifted Rosemary's chin so that she was looking up at the ebony goddess with an innocent facial expression on her face.

"Aw, sweet sister. Here, let mama shit everything better,"genus Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a candy kiss on the swollen left cheek. The soft sweet pinch was like ice pick after a spicy dinner to Rosmarinus officinalis, and she licked her backtalk from the carnal preference it put in her mouth.

"There's a serious girl. Now, show me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes schoolma'am, thank you."

mollie smiled and licked her lips with her legs spread and a hungry ‘ come hither'look in her center. Making sure as shooting not to touch her, rosemary crawled over to Molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired holy man ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and loyal breasts. Lowering her face, rosemary gently brushed her lip against molly's, relishing the experimental touch and look of another woman.

"Try using your spit,"Molly whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this fourth dimension swishing her tongue between Molly's soft lip. Molly answered this data-based probing by slipping her own glossa into the Archangel's wet mouth, licking every corner and inviting Rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a topic of seconds, they were French kissing like a distich of erotica stars on cristal. Their knife were wrapped around each other and every drop of saliva in their mouths was swapped over and over again. Behind them, genus Selene was fingering herself and massaging her white meat as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out seance, Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three char holding their faces against each other as their lip and natural language flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, mollie and Selene began fingering each other while rosemary worked her fingers between her own branch. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his scurvy lip as he felt pre-cum first to ooze out from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to cream my puss ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

rosemary nodded and turned around on top of molly, getting into the 69-position. As Rosmarinus officinalis began going down on molly, Molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweetness applause sound and watching as the ripples traveled through her body. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her school principal, inviting her to sample Rosemary's snatch. Selene smiled and kissed her protagonist, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking rosemary's pussy and asshole, succulently working her lingua in the delectable opening. While rosemary ate out Molly and Selene ate out rosemary, Molly contended herself with just laying her headway back and relishing the bliss, while she reached out massaged Selene's asshole with her heart fingerbreadth, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a panoptic grin as Rosemary's Movement of Holy Warriors and cushy moan of pleasure began to learn a higher and louder tone. Selene and molly were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew all-encompassing and wider as rosemary's moan signaled the climax like the beeping timer of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a strangle scream of cloud nine into molly's puss, as from her own, a immense stir of clear orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and chests of Selene and Molly. They both jerked back, middle wide with a look on their faces like a pair of African tea playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a smile, genus Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of Molly's tit, hungrily sucking on Molly's nipple and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the Saami to her.

Desperate for more, genus Selene began working her fingerbreadth quickly in Rosemary's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the coming before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her indorsement, completely soaking Selene and Molly in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"genus Selene laughed as she rubbed the juice into her skin like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. Rosemary, roster over."

rosemary did as she was told and Molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her neck knack and her behind in the air. Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her side, the Archangel loving the tactual sensation of Selene's entire firm ass cheeks smothering her. Her thirsty howler increased in book as Molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussycat and asshole.

With their tenacity and skill, the two Angels brought Rosemary to a third base orgasm in record time. genus Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed Forth River from between Rosmarinus officinalis's lips, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosmarinus officinalis held her mouth open with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her face, chest and stomach. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the spray soaked her like a cascade, oiling her dead body in the woman's orgasmic juice. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's small tit, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her mammilla with saliva.

As the jet ceased, molly rubbed Rosemary's snatch with her hand, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own eubstance and giving her silky flesh as glorious shine. With their bare bodies slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each other like seals while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in unfounded lust. 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 fingers in her welcoming catch. Watching them, Baltoh could not kibosh pre-cum from trickling down the diaphysis of his turncock. He could no longer read it ; he needed to palpate them.

With his cock standing erect like a nestling's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three womanhood were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their nude physical structure wet with the new girl's juice like body oil. Rosmarinus officinalis and mollie each used their fingers to spread out Selene's kitty lips and invite him, with all three women lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and put away lips with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the only adult female there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so clear and willing for the incursion, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

genus Selene's loud pant escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with late fortuity. While genus Selene was fucked, molly and rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her pap and slathering her melon breasts with their tongue, while they reached across her compressed belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up speed, Selene was unable to exert their kiss and laid her question back as she panted and moaned. For the next several transactions, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his lip up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her soft kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her friend's face with her bountiful tit and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of genus Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering mollie in a single surefooted drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like persuasiveness, sending ripple through her hourglass physical structure and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass cheeks against Baltoh's thigh and grunting as his stopcock stuffed her with such business leader that she could not breathe, mollie shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her tits like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosmarinus officinalis set herself behind Selene with her legs spread and her eyes filled with desire, yearning to again feel a womanhood's knife between the backtalk of her kitty-cat. mollie hungrily obliged, burying her face between Rosmarinus officinalis's slim second joint and drinking in her juices as if dying from drying up. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked Molly's ass and fucked Selene with his behind, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosmarinus officinalis in that church.

When he finally decided to pull out of Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis was quick to crawl over to him and get sucking him off, eager to overwork any opportunity to both perceptiveness the blond beauty's juice and have his rooster in her backtalk. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to set forth riding him, while pulling her over with his tail around her throat. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a soft whine of felicity at the mental belief of his bureau weighing down on her. The power in his voice and the tightness of his can around her soft throat was so tyrannous, she even felt awe towards him, and that veneration drove her wild with stimulation. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the little of moans as she lowered her bantam eubstance onto his cock.

Her young anatomy shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty projectile while he kept his hindquarters around her throat like a leash. She was leaned back, lifting only her lower body as she fucked him. Helping her ride his rooster, he wrapped his tail around her chest of drawers and shoulders like a harness, using his muscular tissue in the tentacle-like member to set up her and drop her onto it, impaling her with his prick. While she rode him, Selene and molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her meek yet perky breasts.

With his powerful speech rhythm, he quickly drew another atomiser from ‘ Old Faithful ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasance. Blinking to clear his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as genus Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his tail end, Baltoh moved rosemary onto his face, sucking on her soft wet insides while genus Selene mounted him. With her back to him on all fours, genus 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 turncock as if she were riding a mechanical Bull, glad she had spent all that time doing Pilates. With her breast bouncing like cycle punching bags, Selene's deep grunts from the pulverization of her asshole by Baltoh's pecker were mixed with blissful groan as Molly began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her pussy. The 3rd pattern of delight came from Rosmarinus officinalis. With Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck and shoulders, worshipping her flawless organic structure while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her first orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his turncock. As Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosemary from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. Rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to gruntle her Master and fulfil her Mistress. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all fours with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, athirst expression on her boldness. Spreading her ass boldness with one mitt and hefting with manhood with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and thick,"she said coyly as he buried his integral cock in her shapely ass.

With her anus relaxation every second to hold his bulging cock, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without break. molly's whole body shook with each thick thrust and she was giving an unintentional gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthest corners of her sphincter muscle. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his face and smiled. While Molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching Rosemary the art of scissoring. The two women were grinding their kitty-cat together and moaning at the kinky touch of their lenient lips making out like a pair of lovers.

With all the social movement the four orgy members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the period of prostration. Throughout the material body, screw propeller and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden while were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the whole soma became as sluttish and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three women turned to him like cats hearing the opening of a can of food, and like kat hearing the opening of a can of food for thought, they all wanted to fulfil their mouth. Molly was the profligate, quickly turning around and claiming his rooster with her lips and spit. But in all paleness, she deserved it.

Once Molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail around her mortise joint and lifted her leg, granting him access to her anus. While the posture made it difficult, he was capable to infix her and begin taking a slowly yet steady rate of insight and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few arcsecond to get used to the position before he took his usual machinegun rhythm, hammering her ass with almost brutal focal ratio. Rosemary's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their lips locked and tongues dancing. At the end of the chain, Selene was working her fingers in molly's prick, increasing the phone number as the minutes ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your altogether bridge player in my ass,"mollie groaned as Selene managed to work four finger's breadth in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingers, licking them clean of mollie's wetness while her cocksucker sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her thumb. Molly's breathing became weighed down and she groaned as she tried to accept her lover's handwriting. Not slowing down, Selene worked her entire mitt into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet softness for her interior. She slowly retracted her hired hand and again licked it clean. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a with child glob of spittle into her fingerbreadth and then smeared around the entrance the inside, making Molly hum in kinky euphoria. Selene reinserted her paw, this time closing it into a clenched fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the size of it and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't help but watch in amazement as Selene fisted her friend, working her hired hand in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deepest corners of mollie's asshole, with Molly on her hands and knees and yelping in a mix of pleasance and pain.

"Master, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's attention and giving him an absolutely filthy idea.

"Do it in molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

mollie smiled and lowered her top dog down so that her bunghole was pointing straight up, gaping like a wellspring. With her solid body shaking from the oncoming sexual climax and the anal throb, rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to molly. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over view, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against mollie's gaping bastard. genus Selene was lying with her head between Molly's thighs with her mouth spread, waiting to catch any drop-off that came her way. Her ebony body shook with each knock-down driving force Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his strong suit and loving the feeling of her warm flabby interior. Rosmarinus officinalis was biting her lip and giving a shrill whimper as she fingered her puss furiously, trying to satisfy everyone and bring Forth River another spray.

The group's solitaire was rewarded once Rosmarinus officinalis had her coming, pairing it with a childish scream of happiness as a spatter of climactic juices sprayed from between the petal sassing of her kidnapping like the popping of a urine balloon. Selene laughed as uncounted drops landed on her face and in her oral fissure and molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her twat juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the sexiest affair that has ever happened to me,"mollie whispered, trying to retain from spilling any.

"Just hold,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids oceanic abyss into her organic structure and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, lie with my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from Rosemary as lubricant to locomote through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough seas, Rosemary stood beside him, running her handwriting across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, Selene was hungrily licking Molly's snatch and drinking the juice that were trickling from her asshole. To the howling music of her orgasm, Baltoh fucked molly for ten straight minute without slowing down or stopping to trip up his hint. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was quick to lick her motherfucker clean and genus Selene took his cock in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another orgasm and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a smile on her face and chafe it into her skin.

prehension Baltoh's handwriting, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the shaft of his shaft while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the soft wet lips and get in Nice and mystifying. With Baltoh's cock right where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her rosehip, swinging her lower soundbox so that her lover's cock swept the inside of her kitty-cat like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a fine-tune mahogany tree table, Selene's circle ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender eubstance. Beside them, Molly and Rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

property Selene in his arms, Baltoh sat up with her organic structure plumb line to his, her ramification wrapped around his torso and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his branch, he began moving her whole eubstance like a rapper, slamming her house ass against his lap and fucking her gracious and late, drawing onward groan of delight with her angelic voice as he brought her so close to having another culmination that just the agitation and anticipation was driving her Thomas More wild than an actual one.

After a quarter of an hour, he sensed that it was once again time to switch places. Gently lowering her John L. H. Down, he laid out the panting Selene on the bed and turned to Molly and Rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each former over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up fashion with her peg around his waist and her cunt elevated.

Entering her with perfect aim, he began moving his consistency in a Wave, sending a pendulous ripple through his legs and spine to pull out and then diving back into her on the payoff. After a few minutes, he switched to Rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her gay woman devotee and began kissing Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful build. genus Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the feeling of Molly's lips against her bare pelt. This continued on for another tail of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was time to shift places.

He rolled off of Rosemary and Molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his rooster in the reverse-cowgirl position. mollie's organic structure shook as Baltoh's shaft stuffed her pussy to its level best capacitance and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her hips so that he would give birth room to maneuver. Driving up like a piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top swiftness, making her shriek in surprisal and felicity as he moved faster than any man could. With her consistency stationary, Selene and rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her tit, 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 stopcock into her anus. Molly's moan took a much bring down and deep hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost roughshod amphetamine, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave molly her umpteenth sexual climax, Baltoh pulled out and rolled on his incline, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore rosemary, desperate for another anal pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his bottom while spooning and began fucking her with a firm but muscular pace. Molly had her neck bent between rosemary's spread pegleg and was licking the corner of her pussy with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hands across his body while he sucked on her white meat.

Once he regained his acquaintance with the position, he was able to make out Rosemary at wax amphetamine, but in order of magnitude to go on this beat going, he had to turn his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosmarinus officinalis, Selene lied down behind him, holding her organic structure against his with her forehead pressed against the back of his neck opening. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted zilch more than to feel Baltoh against her in a loving embrace.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscles trying to expel his hammer. Upon its removal, Rosemary got up and turned around, taking his prick in her mouthpiece. While Rosmarinus officinalis diligently cleaned him off with her spit and brim, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for dear sprightliness. Through their hint, he could smell out her emotions, her loving desperation. The sexual momentum he had built up had slowed, the fire extinguished. As if rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is cock from her soft oral fissure and turned to genus Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the lips, making them both smile."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his manus against her placid cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a solid but boring pace. She was clawing at his backrest, ineffective to allow a bull's eye on his steely skin as he touched all the rightfulness seat at the perfect speed and in flawless succession in a way that only a dead on target lover could. Watching them, Molly had a warm smile on her face from her enviousness of their kinship. She knew that the macrocosm they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their romantic privacy for a fiddling bit. She then looked at Rosmarinus officinalis and giggled at the look of rejection of hunger for attention on her side.

wrap her arms around Rosemary, he pulled her aside to will half of the bed to the two buff."Come here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my favorite number."



ternion hours and dozen of climax later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the flat solid tangled. The bed itself was now on the trading floor since the flesh had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juice of the three womanhood, most of which came from Rosemary. ejaculate was EVERYWHERE. The bulwark had been painted, the cap splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to run and the snatch and hindquarters of the three womanhood were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the shank down.

"I think we're going to take a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a recollective shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked typeface off his chest.

"And some crutches,"mollie said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the lump, bruise, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"rosemary finished as she tried to unfreeze her helping hand from the handcuff made from her panties.



"So, any portion in finding selective information on the Throne of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an agency construction rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The few prevarication and delusions we find on that blasphemous insult, the better."

"darn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as demon ancestry running game through his mineral vein, he is the greatest scourge to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the toilet of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then things will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or christ, yet I hear mussitation about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the depicted object of a furore following and there is no way to arrest it. We are foresightful past the use of storage wipes, the curtain has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not JHVH the people are seeing behind that curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The future night…

"superior, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the urban center of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into blaze. While on the surface, the space above and around the city was swarthiness with dim swirling luminosity like a faint break of the day, underneath the city, the flame of Inferno rising up through the null Void between dimensions was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flash. Above them, deluges of fire and rut 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 scout for behemoth and master of torture. I know we would normally have Angel acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those matter get to the aerofoil, not for a single second. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my blasts,"he said without taking his heart off of the burning storm below them.

Before rosemary could reply, a chorus of roars as tacky as the Krakatau eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to cover their ears."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to terminate one of his blasts.

As his anchor ring began spinning between the tips of his four fender, his enemies came into view in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New House of York with blood luxuria. The first was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the Empire land building and a body well over two mil long. It had one great black eye and a mouth filled with scimitar-like fangs. The second resembled a moth but with large powerful legs, jagged wings spraying poison gas, a mat of quills instead of fur, and horns in place of its antennae. The third looked like a triceratops but with much long and more pliant limbs, retentive pincer and carnivorous fangs, and a dyad of flank. The 4th looked like an eagle with its face hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as sharp and hard as a blade razor. The one-fifth had the coming into court of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with mordant flames and was just as with child and powerful as any Titan.

With a bellowing of determination, Baltoh fired a warning shooter down at the oncoming titan, using only as a great deal power as a H bomb, a mere fraction of its wide power. The Titans all dodged the blast with ease and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : turn back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every drop of zip I have in a 1 blast !"

"You can't stamp out all of us !"The centipede giant hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first motion will confront obliviousness ! A couple of you might be able-bodied to duck, but the others will die ! Which of you is unforced to produce that sacrifice ?"he roared with a diabolical growl in his pharynx.

The giant all shied away at his threat, giving one last spiteful bellow before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their repaired hotel elbow room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to take back from guard duty, but when her admirer and gay woman lover showed up with zippo to do and tire out of her mind, it didn't take often to trigger a prompt fling. With their soft wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both women cried out in felicity as they had their final orgasm and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their white meat heaving.

Panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while molly kissed genus Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are lovesome today,"Selene mused.

molly stopped kissing her and became mum."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do jazz you."

With a diminished smile, genus Selene rolled over and gently brushed her back talk against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's haywire ?"

Her friend and lesbian devotee hesitated before speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his preferred, but I don't upkeep. I think I've fallen in love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's reaction would be.

genus Selene just gained a all-inclusive warm smiling and cupped molly's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this startle ?"

"Right after that foremost conflict, I asked Baltoh to form erotic love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to have in mind it but…"

"Let me infer, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed strong feelings for him ever since, and you want to get word him say it again."

"well we've been talking a lot since our first threesome so I've gotten to know him, not to bring up he is the absolute slap-up fan I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could have what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a challenger between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has interchangeable notion for you, then you and I will be equal in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as Hell not going to stop inviting you to join us. We may even get Rosemary to join our little family, I'm certain starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two fair sex then leaned forward and kissed, letting their lips joint over and over again in a wet synergistic bond while they ran their hands across each other's au naturel bodies and their raise nipples brushed against each early over and over again. A sudden swoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my lady friend ?"he asked with a smile as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her ally in the limelight.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's words, Molly got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely au naturel. He already had a throbbing erection as he looked at her beautiful luscious body and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his tending back to her. He looked deep into her eye, noting the nervousness on her facial expression. It was just like that sentence on the roof of the hospital."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 caution if you love her to a greater extent than me. I don't care if she is your favorite. I just want you to make out me too."

Baltoh held his breather and looked at Selene, who had only a lovesome smile on her face. Baltoh took a deep breath and looked back at mollie with uncertainty on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't love you the way I love Selene."

Selene's smiling faded and molly looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her Kuki and looked into her eyes with a small but warm smile,"that doesn't mean I don't lovemaking you, in a completely unique way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

mollie lit up like a Christmas tree and with genus Selene watching them with the same smile she would have while watching the felicitous ending of a beloved story, she and Baltoh wrapped their blazon around each other and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lips finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. follow on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a standardised girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her naked consistency next to genus Selene's. Giving a warm grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two hebdomad, conflict raged endlessly between the horde of promised land and Hell in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no Thomas More Masters of Torture attacked the metropolis, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rogue heavyweight attacking on their own. A total of six great giant attacked the metropolis over the course of the siege, each prison term needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's rage bam. The defenders were golden that Tenebrous had the loyalty and obedience of the bulk of the Titans, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the man and Angel population would take a profound toll. More and Thomas More masses were being recruited to fight the demonic terror as bodies were burned and slain friends and loved ace were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was unacceptable for consistency to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The city streets were steamy with dried rip and reeked from the smell of buttered carcasses, and just keeping some sense of sanitation was requiring as much sweat as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers game had a silver lining it was that there were at to the lowest degree less sassing to feed.

After the battle against the maestro of Torture and his Titan setting, the hoi polloi viewed Baltoh in a new light and his message of prayer was taken literally among a bombastic population of the man and angel inhabitants. In the established shelters scattered throughout the metropolis, countless small clump of the great unwashed could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the Angel, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning christ and the savior of the world in the chaotic clock time.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not like if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them safe from the US Army of iniquity and fighting wickedness. In between battles, when he wasn't healing the injured and repairing building, he was spending prison term and making beloved with Selene or molly, together as often as separately. Rosmarinus officinalis was often included in their threesomes, though practically of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and molly, allowing Baltoh to civilise his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's monolithic change in so brusk of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive aura of a Titan-level fiend woke Baltoh up from his restless slumber. Her glassy-smooth consistency pressed against his, Selene's centre bolted afford as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two fan quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight. Soaring across the urban center, Baltoh's heart seemingly became still in his chest as he sensed multiple entities approaching Hell, all Masters of twisting and Titans. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the order of magnitude 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 as heavy fissure cracks opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with tongues of ruby fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, large part of the riverbed began to collapse, opening up a hole between the city and Hell. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen black tartar rose up from the fire, each as large as the two-headed masher that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian glass and were just as sharp, their claws were an eerie and sickening shade of white like to the expression of a corpse, their red eyes glowed like balefire, liquid fantasm flames dripped from their stupendous fangs instead of saliva, and their expansive wings were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to bulk large. Riding on the backs of each flying dragon colossus like a flee on a dog stood a Master of Torture, each indistinguishable in coming into court and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is insufferable. Even if I were to use one of my bam, there is no way I would be able to drink down more than a duad before the residue learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of dusty mercury running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her vocalization thick with veneration.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every roughage of his being to suppress his own affright. He had to be secure, he had to endure, and he had to keep combat for her, no affair what."We're going to win,"he said with all the assurance he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the garden angelica at the depository financial institution of the river, already having summoned four Hope lighthouse and prepared for battle. Among them were molly and all of the Angels, knowing that their intensity would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the city, the original of Torture just hovered in place on their mounts, as if just waiting for something.

A minute passed before Baltoh had the courage to speak up."Are you here to oppose or not ? !"he demanded with his nimbus between his wings, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a sphere of light.

"No, we are just here for the display,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a care in the world.

"What show ?"genus Selene asked.

"I'm guesswork you don't know the date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you experience what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The hunting for the crapper of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to figure out a way to end the madness.

"The pyrotechnic should bug out in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to stimulate wildly. Back on Earth, the bonce of black smoke around where New House of York had been, the last barrier keeping the forces of Hell back, began to open up while the Hell flames surged up the tool carved into the planet like a chimney fervidness. A hole opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuum, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a giant steam jet. A drapery of burning cloud began to boom outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the globe with black lightning crackling and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on terra firma simultaneously fell to their knees, bust streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Heaven, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the Book of Apocalypse. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the forces of darkness. In every state across the globe, multitude began praying desperately to every immortal they could think of to save their souls as the wall between earthly concern and Hell opened up.

As the dome up on earthly concern opened up like a blossoming bloom, the city of New York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the cosmos of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, buildings 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 conflagration as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the former Angelica Archangelica fell to their knees, cursing themselves and destine."We failed, the forces of inferno have bested us and brought about the end of the world. We were supposed to protect the universe of discourse and all life on every planet, but we couldn't even protect one urban center. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with biting rip streaming down his face.

His unhurt trunk dull, Baltoh looked over to genus Selene, who was crying with her face in her hands. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her font. The speech sound of Selene's tearful shit pierced his philia like a rust blade, hurting him more than any forcible injury could. He stepped over to her and molly moved aside, letting him kiss Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening run on her cheeks.

"Always remember that everything I did was out of love for you. I love you genus Selene, you gave me a heart, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his wing and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge portion,"he said, placing his workforce on the iron shackle and rosary chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will stamp out you !"Raffaello Santi shouted.

"I know ! But the power boost may be just enough to let me alter the place ! If I can't seal the hepatic portal vein, I can at to the lowest degree try to slack it down and take as many fiend as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingers underneath the beaded cords and metallic element bonds, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became great with energy and drew the attention of the Masters of Torture. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their steel and leapt from their mounts, terrified of what would happen.

"Stop him ! He must not break those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never set aside evil to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the chemical bond off like composition bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air same ragdolls as a geyser of black and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his develop hamper. A undulation of power surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the land for dear life, genus Selene and the archangel looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling tornado of power. Over the sound of wave after wave of vim surging out from him, everyone could pick up Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the overlord of anguish were being held in the hold of their colossus mounts, having been caught when the surge in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of business leader, filled with brat as the light and dark energy of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused Archangel and ogre baron together into a hale new force !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street Wiley Post so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was capable to answer the question in her nous. ‘ The breaking of the shackles and rosary range of mountains, they are releasing so much office in his dead body that they are being forced to bond together, like gas being compacted to the point of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his trunk should make been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure sensation and tidy sum of the get-up-and-go building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackle and his rosary beads, it's like they are canceling out each other's negative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His power aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each early ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to overstep past times his— ‘

Even her inner thought were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The smashing fervent soaker of power continued to turn, surging upwards through the Void between dimensions and crashing against the barrier between the reality of the keep and snake pit. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the threshold carved into the dry land, moving through the shaft in the pallium and impertinence like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the unconscious process of evacuating the domain formerly around New York to break loose the spraying infernal region flames, but they were stopped perfectly in their caterpillar track as the remnants of the dome of nigrify pot shattered like methamphetamine and a magnificent gale of mightiness surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of miles per second, the twisting torrent of Energy Department consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in space, astronauts observing the planet from orbiting satellites watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of luminousness wrapped around the United States Department of State of New York, New England, the eastern coast, all of America, and the total western hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In less than a min, the globe and the gyrating mogul eruption looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across globe, architectonic plateful grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer layers of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal moving ridge across its surface, and the clouds became great spinning typhoons. Fueled by the Department of Energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with greater brilliance than ever before in their being and black yap became ilk pearl as they were bombarded by more free energy they could draw. Around the globe, the flaming swarm of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of light and power surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. the great unwashed continued praying but at new speed and with fresh passion, believing this to be the work of a god. For the first time, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to block out the blinding light, Selene held onto the ground for dear liveliness as wave after wave of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and inch from hers and their lips were just above to relate. crying streaked her face, but she did not be intimate why, as something in her someone told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my erotic love,"she whispered.

In the very heart of the storm, Baltoh continued his yell of exertion as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The strength and king he felt flooding his physical structure and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original hybrid office to this would be like comparing the push of a lit candle to the gamma ray fit of the death of a whiz. While unlimited superpower entered his body, knowledge and apprehension flooded his mind, bringing forth omnipotence and unparalleled wisdom, allowing him to fully empathize what was happening and the transmutation that was taking space.

In Heaven and Hell, Jehovah and Tenebrous looked up in shock, sensing what they originally thought was unimaginable. Against all betting odds, a new entity had joined their conference, one with equal if not greater great power than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new Z god, one who would change the condition quo in a way that the three universes had never before experienced, filling them both with marvel and dread.

Finally, the neon-silver supernova receded and calmed, collapsing in on itself and being reabsorbed into Baltoh. With their hale bodies shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to fix their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the Archangels fell to their genu, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a physical transformation with the mental process. His apparel had gone from dreary grey to a deep bluing, his night hair had become blond, and his pale skin colour had become a levelheaded tan. His claws were gone, having been replaced with small metal plates that protruded from his flesh and covered his knuckles and backs of his finger's breadth and hands like tile. His tail was also missing. Instead of horns or a halo, he had a miniature galaxy rotating above his fountainhead. His four wings had fused together into a hooded oceanic abyss pelage, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering appearing of the existence, with the stars, nebulae, and lustrous clouds of rubble and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at space itself. Last but not to the lowest degree, his oculus had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his gilded irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her voice trembling and her dead body refusing to move.

With the most warm and peaceful expression to ever intersect her human face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her body from the mental paralysis her concern had inflicted and filling her with relief and felicity. He then began to walk over to her, with every step he took causing the ground around him to shiver and for a diffuse mysterious hum to be heard, like the audio of a submarine at the risk of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. genus Selene's eyes widened as her brain was overpowered by the joy of a thousand coincidental coming, while a projection of the parentage of the universe and all of its history was played for her mind's eye, all in a individual second.

"Does that reply your question ?"he whispered when her lip finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the joy end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his blazon with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his voice weak.

With his smile turnout, Baltoh separated from genus Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her buss, as if going through a substance withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the Masters of torture snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in hand.

With a grotesque yowl, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made inter-group communication, the demon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every corpuscle in his beingness was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in seismic disturbance in awe as an inconspicuous force play cast the passe-partout of overrefinement aside with his body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his existence. It was as if by universal law, beings not of Baltoh's level of divinity were forbidden to touch him without his leeway, and the almighty Master of torture had just realized the penalty for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require more substantiation ?"

"Retreat !"one of the lord of Torture howled before leaping onto the spine of his shadow Dragon and steering it back into netherworld, followed by all his familiar desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bail bond would earmark me to chance on the pot of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the powers of tail and light together into a single Lord power, it seems I was able to transcend into a higher being and achieve the mantlepiece of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his fingers and everyone fell to their genu as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck speeds. Without any transition, the empty space and blanch swirling light source were replaced with the stone tool that the urban center had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the ray of light below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the open, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the blue clear sky overhead.

Throughout the metropolis, everyone crawled out of their shelter and looked at the sky and the white clouds, listened to the speech sound of the river filling back up, and smelled the sweet air. As one, every human and Angel raised their custody and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again solidness and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no fiend or Gargoyle may ever queer over, even if summoned by humans. Never again shall the legion of netherworld be any terror to this universe or its lifetime forms. The roadblock between this universe and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of Heaven or Yahve may enter this region or Hell without my permit. As the Celestial avatar, their powers can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to conceive that not only was the fight over, but that the demand for backer and Archangels was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to blaze and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of Scheol is to penalize the wicked in the gens of Department of Justice, not function as the torture dungeon of existence and house and arouse the force play of wickedness. tenebrious and his demonic legions have corrupted Hell with their dark ambition and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate evil, and now I finally have the king to do it and make for justice to the unit of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with equal determination.

Baltoh regained his smiling and gave her a soft kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not kibosh 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 mystifying breath and pulled off the crucifix around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my heart, my allegiance, and my dedication. From this point forward, I am not an Archangel of Yahweh, but a servant of the Celestial Avatar,"she said, drawing harsh glares and gasps disbelief from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his slope.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon Yahwe and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will link you for this final quest. counting me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a blank space where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your position in blaze,"Raphael said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the former Angelica Archangelica gave similar call of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the last time you draw you're blade. Don't you want it to pass while fighting side by face with your friends ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his paw. Several seconds passed by, with only the wind instrument and the river hearable.

Finally, Michael walked over and rock Baltoh's hand."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the sea-coast of the islet of the Damned, a continent about the size of it of England and surrounded by a flatbed sea of hellfire, burning for eternity and stretching forth without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson clouds and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the destitute landscape painting of the islet of the Damned lay burning fields, lakes of bubbling magma, forest of undead trees, and jillion of mass getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and evildoer of Hell, all in the most brutal and roughshod ways possible. But no affair how much the masses suffered, they would not die or even mislay cognisance. Their consistency would continue to rejuvenate instantly so that they could continue to digest.

Among the hoi polloi being tortured and used like hard worker, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and sinner. With rusty swords and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their exemption against their tormenters, running across the revelatory landscape painting in fearfulness and brat while desperately trying to escape from infliction, if only for a unforesightful time.

"Oh my god, this is atrocious,"genus Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's paw and trying not to chuck or cry.

"These are the Burning eatage of the Isle of the Damned, the kickoff geographical zone of hell on earth. This is where new prisoners appear and where escaped prisoner flee to in the hopes of some physique of base hit. It is a battlefield, with the deceased souls fighting in and sempiternal and hopeless war in order to escape their torture and punishment. Considering how this is always a battlefield, it's not surprising that it is also contribution of the roach of ira. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raphael asked.

"We are going to give up the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoner here, innocent souls cursed for all eternity for minor misdemeanour and wickedness. I may throw been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by Department of Justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the islet of the Damned.

Down on the shore of the Isle of the Damned, one C of M of suit of armor began to happen, made of glistening gamey metal and indestructible silver that glowed like the wiz. Protruding from their spinal column were turgid wings that seemed to be made out of mercury while in their bridge player were bladed artillery that were as long as railcar and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handgrip stretch between the two points, parallel of latitude to the spine of the sword. The weapon was designed to be held with both manus far apart, for a hefty discourtesy and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a while like that performed,"rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my crusader, summoned with a spell that I myself invented from the major power of the cosmos. Cinereo is the world from which Heaven and hell on earth budded off from and its energy was both the architect and stuff from which Archangel and Demon turn were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the major power to create new heavenly spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armour marched across the electrocution subject field in constitution. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronize step shook the primer coat and echoed through Scheol. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their massive blades and carving through pearl and flesh with ease. They trekked through the pastures of fervour, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every sentence they came upon a human being psyche, they would read the soul to identify whatever it was that had banished that person to Hades, and if the person received their sentence through a serious criminal offense like rape, thieving, fornication, or unjust murder, then they were left behind. But if they were only guilty of pocket-size harmless Sin, then the suits of armor would afford up like blossoming flower and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the case of armor, the condemned psyche would be given great potency and power, even beyond Archangels. With this new enduringness, the prisoner became the new Crusaders.

A smashing tincture filled the crimson sky as an army of Demons appeared, bringing forth conjuration burying ground and Graveyards of the Damned to instantly summon one thousand of Gargoyles and evildoer to retake the prisoner of inferno. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to plunk of speed. one-half of them took flight of steps while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A trashy roar echoed from deep within the islet of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as heavyweight and Bleaks began to arise. They were of all types, creeds, and forms, ranging from black firedrake, satanic birds, nightmarish insects, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged beasts with flagitious physical characteristics, and countless other fauna that were large enough to tread a city and were adorned with horrifyingly fiendish appearances.

With a snap of his fingers, Baltoh summoned suit of clothes of armor for all of the Archangels, as well as Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their suit of armor as it wrapped around them like Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed captive below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masquerade and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their halos burn in the centerfield of a large gold fireball that hovered above their chief, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a lots sleeker and more form-fitting invention, with gold lining every collection plate and an emblazoned hybridization on the chest plateful. On top of liquid metal chassis, each while and crustal plate fit together like reptile weighing machine but with full satisfying trade protection like regular armor plating. For the men, their armour had a certain bulkiness, while the adult female's armor was more slender and flexible, while still consisting of vauntingly solid photographic plate. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their blade, each remade with greater durability and cutting power.

For mollie, rosemary, and Selene, there armour was even more unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their halos had been completely replaced with miniature solar system of rules, quite exchangeable to the entire miniature galaxy above Baltoh's, and each with a real egg-sized champion and ten planets orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the other. While retaining their amber lining, the plates of their armour had changed in color, switching from pearly Edward D. White to a very deep and dark blue air and decorated with radiation pattern of belittled rhombus that looked like stars. Instead of a cross like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two infinity symbols overlapping at the center perpendicularly with a sun within each grommet. Last but not to the lowest degree, their backstage themselves had gained a new mannikin, gaining a atomic number 80 tissue layer in place of their plumage.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in amazement, feeling their magnate levels rocket. Selene, Molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your f number, military strength, and power up beyond my late level. Consider it a talent, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. genus Selene, mollie, and rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of Angels to go my heavenly Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the office of the macrocosm and element as your piece, and knowledge of how to use them will amount naturally. With these sweetening, I believe I can leave these behemoth to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his digit, more than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flame mushroom cloud formed deep in land, as if the earth's most powerful atomic bomb had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a shadow and threatening mother wit of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"the Tempter, the first gear Hell Prince and caster of sagaciousness upon the new arrivals. Oh aspect, here he comes now. Don't trouble, I'll make believe it quick, just name sure you take tare of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing presence of the approaching Hell Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their excitement and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's words, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to charge a darkness heartbeat, a crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred long time and was glad to have the business leader to fight back. The beast released the blast, tearing apart the infertile ground and barely missing the armored attack aircraft. The crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two ends of her weapon into the top of its skull and making sure not to miss any momentum or to extract the vane out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its head in half down the middle. As she ran down its back, her blade cut down its cervix, into the thorax, and carved right through its shameful inwardness. The beast fell over numb with its brains and profligate spilling out onto the waterless soil.

A Demon flew towards a Crusader like a striking bird of Jove, skimming just over the ground with a spear in her hand. She reached out to stab the Crusader, but he blocked with his weapon system, granted Thomas More than enough enduringness by his armor to face the sentient pudding stone. Using his newly-gained power, the reformist reached out and grabbed the demon by the throat and slammed her pile into the background with devastating force, making her coughing blood from all the shred channels and venous blood vessel in his throat. The meliorist stood up and lifted his bow-shaped blade and swung it down onto the demon, cutting her in half down the middle.

A meliorist flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down waves of fantasm fire into Baltoh's armies. The fauna noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a bare fly. Taking the initiative, the Crusader flew by its wing and cut right through the membrane of leathery anatomy that allowed it to keep flight. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plump out of the sky with the soldier standing on its back. The Gargoyle reached up with its tail to try and smash the Crusader, but he dodged with easiness before he raised his weapon and slashed the beast across the spine of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had dominance of its organic structure. It struggled to undulate its wounded extension, but it could not take flight. Just before it crashed into the ground, the social reformer imbedded his weapon in the slice in the rachis of the Gargoyle's cervix. The dark behemoth landed in a electrocution line of business, tossing soil and stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its neck opening, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to shake as chap opened up in the priming coat. Fire poured out of the gaps in the globe and huge skeletal manus reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the army of Crusaders. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several iniquity heartbeat into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the reformer without any distinction.

"Come on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid alloy wings and shot towards the behemoth skeletons.

"Don't get-go without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own immense cleaver.

With their hanker hair hanging out of the book binding of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two women zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for struggle. molly was the first to reach the grouping and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a boom of determination, she spun around in the air and swing over the arch blade with all of her forcefulness, imbedding the edge in the recession of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a spider web and its hale cranium shattered in a bright plosion, as if the sword had been lined with claymore mine mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a night Pulse.

Moving faster than a step on it bullet, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right to its vertebral column between its ribcage and its hip, crippling it with relief. The gargantuan goliath roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its Dark pulse rate into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, Selene zoomed straight up and pellet right through its skull like a living bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the English as respective Bleaks reached out to snaffle her, followed by Molly who came along and cut off all their hands with her cleaver. Falling back to contrive her next movie, genus Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of knowledge flow through her intellect. command for a go were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to drag up her get-up-and-go, feeling it naturally direct and organize itself.

Driven by unstoppable instinct, she pointed her hand and called out,"Celestial Art : inflammation Obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling bolt of pure electricity erupted from her palm tree, as strong if not stronger than a theology Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning charm used by garden angelica, this was true elemental electric power, not an impersonation made of sanctum Energy. Moving almost at the speed of light, the monumental billow struck a Bleak in the centre of its chest of drawers, shattering its costa and severing its backbone. As the dying monstrosity began to buckle, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"molly hollered.

Glowing like neon gas, silver wind wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her head. With a holla of confidence, she threw the weapon at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing tornado. The pillar of glowing breaking wind charged into the leash of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging dogshit. As they fell to their ground, every bone in their body split into rafts of flawlessly-cut subdivision, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser ray of light. The blade returned to mollie like a throw stick and she gained a wide smile underneath the touch glass peak of her helm. She finally had the true strength to avenge her own death.

genus Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to make a certain fight with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her medallion at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."Celestial Art : Cosmic infatuation !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to found a outpouring of darkness heartbeat, their bodies began to stir violently. In an ear-splitting wreck, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted leash and crashed into the solid ground, shattering on impingement. Selene had increased the forcefulness of gravitation on their bodies, multiplying their own exercising weight by more than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : wiz birthing !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger's breadth, a sphere of red luminosity snapshot across the undecided infinite and hit its Deutschmark on the Bleak's os frontale, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. Selene cracked a smile and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom cloud cloud, originating from inside its head. The trance she had just used mimicked the fervent unification physical process that takes place in whizz, causing a small nuclear explosion inside the beast. It was basically a firecracker compared to the atomic explosions caused by atomic turkey, being only strong enough to decimate a city occlusion. She pointed at two more than Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them form the inside out with small nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : meteor Obliteration !"mollie cast, holding out her hands.

From the terra firma, a volcanic boulder was pulled free and flew up to molly. She pressed her hands against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the same speed as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its bureau, creating a sonic roar in the air that instantly reduced its entire body to sprinkle. The shooting star shot off across the islet of the Damned, barely being pulled by the satellite's gravitational pull. By the clock time it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to concern the planet, and it would only experience one probability before shooting off into the completely empty space. For a break open secondment, it skimmed across the combustion sea, but that light touch modality was Thomas More than enough to skyrocket a tidal Wave of ardour out of ambit. The flaming cloud was almost as declamatory as the satellite itself and Hell shook wildly from the lightsome yet sudden impact.

She called forth another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The titan managed to sidestep to avoid physical contact, but even without touching the flying boulder, the transonic roar of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the total right side of its body in a fraction of a minute. As the slain savage crumbled like demolished building, mollie looked over to genus Selene, who had just killed her 6th Bleak with another deadbolt of lightning.

The two admirer looked at each other and then to the final exam Bleak, too refractory to run away. Moving at hyper upper, they both charged towards the skeletal frame, both wanting to wash up the other in Demon-killing and have the mellow grudge. The Bleak was just about to launch a Dark pulsation at the two woman when they appeared in forepart of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the fount with sufficiency exponent to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken care of, the woman both gave the mental instruction to shrink back their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the scuttle of a puzzle box. With lovesome smiles on their faces, genus Selene and molly leaned forward and kissed.



"holy person Art : Creator Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millepede Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan creature had its consistency raised out of the burning sea and was launching a flow of acid from its fanged mouth. With a yowl, Michael punched the Titan in the center of its soundbox with all of his durability, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its body. The hatful of Demon tone howled in pain as every pedigree vessel in its long body ruptured and its eye popped like a blusher balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the turn, he would have probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

Blind and in torture but still very much alive, the behemoth hissed and launched a darkness pulsing knock-down enough to efface a mountain reach. With golden flames automatically burning along the sword, Michael swung his sword and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive power like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a stop, Michael raised his steel and gripped it with both manus. With blinding intensiveness, the gilded flaming around the blade surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of fire, the colossus was filled with apprehension as it sensed the colossal energy within the golden fire. At its pique, the blade was the itinerary of a golden burn tornado, larger than any crack on solid ground. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent steel at the Demon.

"angel Art : burn moonshine Slice !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the Titan, ripping its head and the amphetamine half of its body in half.



"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his paw out to the helmeted bird of Jove launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his bid, over a hundred rays of spark began firing from his hand, each bending and straightening out with the lucky voulge blade at the conclusion leading them. The blades of DOE and the giant backstage collided with each other like bullets in the air. Such a effort was impossible without the armour that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his f number was s only to teleportation, he appeared behind the titan without ending his master spell. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundred of monumental muscularity blades bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten loads of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless stream of blade striking it with unstoppable king and literally chopping it to art object. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Age of Reason Flash !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was brighter than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the undimmed light and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the perfect opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its hands in a single slash. The Titan howled in torment and clutched the bleeding stump as the severed hand fell into the burning sea with a monolithic splash. Spinning around, the colossus swung his behind in an effort to ping the pesky fly back so that he could recoup, but Raphael stopped the massive attack with one script as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one movement of his sword.

"monster Art : Monster cut !"the Titan roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its strong suit, launching five inconspicuous border that were each brawny enough to cut through a architectonic plate.

"holy person Art : Gates of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his blade.

Before the solidus could reach him, a favorable gate, as large as the social movement of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the holy place energy that the gate was radiating with, the invisible vane couldn't even slip between the bars.

"saint Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the Titan could even actualise what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as bombastic as the Empire State building fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its intense weight unit and blasting its blackened sum right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"rosemary shouted as she dodged the wickedness pulsing of a tiger Titan with a mat of quill feather on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of urine appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drain that lead to the freighter of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the electrocution Pastures, extinguishing the flaming and slamming into the Titan as a potent tidal wave. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flame before reaching the slide of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the Crusaders all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and sinner and pulverized them.

"daimon Art : Debt retrieval !"the Panthera tigris snarled as it tried to hold its footing against the ceaseless deluge. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as oodles of huge skeletal hands reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like golosh to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Lucy Stone Jaws !"she called with her ticker combustion with confidence and power.

Intercepting the bony manpower, great obelisk of worldly concern flare-up from the flat coat in the midst of the growing arms, crushing them like sprig in the claws of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of lightning of electricity down into the water.

The titan howled and snarled in agony as it was electrocuted with enough get-up-and-go to power an full state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quills, its physical body peeled and melted off its consistency, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its insides burned. It fell to its genu, letting the endless tidal wave washing over it, but Rosmarinus officinalis was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotary motion and drawing a bombastic doughnut in the air with her own energy.

Once the ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a aristocratical shade and shined like the stars. With a roar, the tiger heavyweight flare-up from the surface of her sea, claws barred and opprobrious flame burning between its jaws. With a roar of conclusion, Rosmarinus officinalis slammed her palm against the middle of the ring, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded push that was six foot in diam. The flack struck the Titan in the chest, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the animal and the flood lamp now a giant ice carving, Rosemary shot towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the quick-frozen Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nose with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the full frozen social organization exploded into icy powder, killing all the demon and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became silent as a deafening roar shook the Isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to shroud their spike to try and block the crippling randomness. In the distance, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a trench mortar shell before crashing into the ground in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a waving of fervour. Standing in the flaming arose a jumbo creature, large enough to snap up a Titan in its jaws and plain aside a mountain like an recitation lump. It was Satan, the offset blaze Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, huge powerful weapon system lined with vane, serrated chela that were twice as long as his fingers, monolithic wings that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a typeface 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 vigilance man proceeds. Normally you would flee to the earth of the living at the smallest sign of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new business leader, but it does not matter, you always were and always will be aught compared to me."Old Nick laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the degree of the gods and gone far past your puny man. You, the Hell Prince of ira, is no Thomas More of a menace to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his pelage billowing in the waterless breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet gust so powerful that only beings of the position of infernal region Prince and higher could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing weight of the energy it was giving off, push so benighted and mightily that it could bolt down a metropolis of people just through its ambient existence. The good time itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a wide-cut alignment, it would kill every satellite in the solar scheme. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with apprehensiveness and fearfulness for Baltoh as the radiance of the bang made her look like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Beelzebub released the beam.

With its launching initiated by a full-on nuclear explosion going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal radio beam of blood-red energy with almost ten time the strength as Baltoh's old rage good time. The energy washed over the Celestial incarnation like a flood of magma and surged out over the sea of firing, sending burning tidal wave in all focal point that could have entire countries. Flying out from the major planet due to its curvature, the beam gibe deep into the discharge space, soaring for several indorsement before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"funny that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is stagnant !"Old Nick cackled as the sens cleared.

"I was ill-timed,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Prince of Darkness's center widened in little terror and everyone gasped, unable to believe that someone, even Baltoh, could need a blow like that head-on and survive. The smoke and junk cleared, revealing that he was completely whole.

"If that's the safe you can do, then you are even lower than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his finger.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screaming as his consistency went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his Department of Energy to finally release itself like body heat and was focusing it all on Prince of Darkness. Now, his entire eubstance was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hell Prince gave an excruciating howl as every off-white in his body simultaneously snapped and his body began to cave in in on itself. He raised his powerfulness point as high as they could go, but he was basically trying to arrest back a tsunami with a rotting fencing. Every exposed space in his soundbox began to collapse under the striving, his develop bones being reduced to powder, his veins and muscular tissue tearing themselves to rip up. As the writ of execution continued, his torso began to recoil as the weighting of Baltoh's energy began compacting his atoms themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the core group and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and the Tempter's whole body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and grievous as a black hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger's breadth, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding trice, having been converted into raw energy by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a unanimous Interior Department of a planet to clear out."He said.



The typeface of a Gargoyle had been carved into the Isle of the Damned with the jaws open in a maddened roar. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the depth of Hell. The pit was the size of it of a meteor crater, allowing for entities as turgid as the Tempter to pass through, while the English were lined with countless staircases.

With Baltoh, the archangel, the Valkyries, and the Crusader all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the freed spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar. I'm here to release the unjustly punished and slay tenebrious once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the cradle for evil but its punisher. I will exterminate every shoemaker's last daimon and Gargoyle and contain away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the sharpness and falling out of sight. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the garden angelica and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his helping hand and a sphere of luminousness appeared in his palm, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully crystallise it from that domain, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well have just jumped off a cliff at night and there was no early position. Selene and Rosemary watched the guide position of the pit as they fell, noticing that the paries was made entirely out of human being skeletons. There had to be a billion dissimilar remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be measured once we enter the doorsill, as there may be some roadblock and restrictions that even I won't be able-bodied to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"genus Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The exclusively remainder is that this is his cosmos, his universe. down feather here, he makes the rules. I will be able-bodied to overcome most of his obstacles and rules, but we are on his sward and he has the family field advantage."

Baltoh and his group finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new public. In the aloofness, a city of carmine sandstone, clappers, and undead tree diagram woven into wicker structures stood against the burning desktop. The buildings ranged from little huts to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing belly laugh of the people inside being tortured by Sinners. The city itself was larger than New House of York and held a much prominent population.

Just like with the burning at the stake eatage above, the earth around the metropolis was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of sickly vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their heads. The sky of Hades was unlike from the sky of terra firma ; it was… heavy. It was like the clouds were a good deal in high spirits in the sky with a larger atmosphere, providing an overwhelming feeling of exposure, like a mouse caught in the loose with a war hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a mount of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flames streamed out from the crack. The tidy sum had a dull anneal summit, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very bottom of the pit as a sorting of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the Burning Pastures and cast down into the pit to fall down to the urban center. This idea was proven by the thousands of blessed someone that blanketed the mountain, naked and moaning in pain from their shattered skeletal system and their normally deadly injuries. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sinfulness of everyone on the raft, and for the masses he deemed innocent and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his suits of armor, recruiting them into his ground forces while the malefactor and guilty souls were ignored. As the raining Crusaders organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the urban center were doing the same.

"Behold the metropolis of wrath, where people who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their time annulled and are employed to torment everyone else. They are the evildoer. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the devil, the patch that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become somebody like the residual of the hellish forces. While this is only a fraction of the sinner universe, this urban center is their expectant hive. This and the burning at the stake Pastures were originally Satan's domain

As he spoke, Selene and molly were looking up at the writhing sky with curiosity."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are underground ? We didn't even return that far,"mollie pondered.

"It's true, we are in the planet of Hell. However, this is a world that does not obey the rude natural law. This is a realm of mysticism and phantom, not science and intellect. The interior of the planet is a unit other man of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the going of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering dagger of stone 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 electrical energy dove into the swarm beside the pit, but there was not a crash, an explosion, or falling dust. It was as if the pit was reaching through a mess in reality itself like a pipage. In the city, the bony followers of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in little terror, having watched the bolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to remove the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to take away the index from the Sinners once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not become the masters of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his fingers. Beside every case of armor and crusader, a winged stallion appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall contribute down the bulwark of this city and cover our siege on Hell ! Let these sinner know that their iniquity ambition and wretched souls stand no chance against the power of lightness ! Decimate this bastion of darkness and put these monstrous spirits back in their place ! Everyone, fire !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of confidence and dedication, the crusader answered the outcry and began their tutelage. Half of the fly stallions took to the air while the former half galloped down the side of the mountain with their massive meat cleaver in mitt and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the mountain and gasped as the reformist flew and galloped towards the metropolis of Wrath. Leaving their torture dupe behind, the Sinners gathered at the border of the urban center in the tens of billion and prepared their defense. As undulation after wave of glistening fighters surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smile on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a curious grin on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so lost and focused ever since you gained the Throne of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally able-bodied to do what I was born to do. I finally have the power to slay evil once and for all. Back when I was just a cross, I would never have dared of going up against the Scheol Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the strength and power to ready my dreams come lawful. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against his, while drawing her brand with her detached helping hand."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and bullets were launched from the city by the millions as the Sinners fought with artillery from all across time. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's ground forces, but could do no harm to the buck or their passenger, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny onslaught. Sprinting down the steep mountain, the occult stallions panted heavily with each dance step but felt no weariness or loss of strength. Their hefty heftiness shook and warped as their hooves struck the ground, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their heads like auction block of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resolve to hit their tormenters, with their armour going from shining to glowing as their confidence and dedication grew in enduringness. By the time they were halfway down the pot, each Crusader was glowing like the synodic month, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the evildoer below.

In one corking crash, the ground troops slammed into the line of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusaders used the size of their arc blade to get to out and stab and cleave the Sinners as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their ivory like sprig. Dead or fatally bruise Sinners turned to ash as the last trace of their cosmos withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the horde of evildoer like a tank and push back deep into the city.

Gargoyles and demons filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged horses flew through the air, maneuvering between each Demon as the social reformer would reach out and thresh them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beams of lighter, shot from the extension of the horses like the plume pointer enchantment. The light energy burned their flesh like acid, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the metropolis streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any Sinner that approached without even acknowledging their creation. As he remembered, the building of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of joint from undead trees, but they served a purpose early than building material. The walls, floors, and cap also served as prisons for bedamn psyche with their body packed inside past the level of being crushed to death or suffocation. Every physical structure had been pierced stacks of times by steel retinal rod that served as reinforcement for the buildings like the 2x4s of a firm. The consistence were pressed against side sides of their wicker cages like lucre of piano wire with profligate streaming from the cuts that each branch had worn into their tegument. They continuously moaned in pain in the ass from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the idea of each soul to distinguish their sins. To those he deemed innocent or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a causa of armor for them to adherence to so that they could join his ranks. As raining electron beam of vigour brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the construction and felt sick to his stomach. The multitude they were saving were locked in torturing devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his brain with dreadful memories from before his parentage as the hybrid. The sinner had preformed everything from colza to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a beat from a tank shot through the air and detonated five ft from him, unable to come any finisher. He turned to the mechanical monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human bones. The evildoer inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the foremost, it exploded before it could allude him and the flame and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and instantly caused the tankful to sky into the air and dematerialize, taking the passengers with it to the region of nonexistence. A chorus of commotion reached his ears and he turned with a small smile of amusement as a crowd of Sinners came sprinting down the street with several Crusaders on horseback chasing them. The sinner'bony animal foot clacked on the cobblestone ground as they ran desperately, unable to get by the Crusaders. With sinewy swing music, the men and women hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeletons like rotting peg. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave loyal bow of their heads.

"Celestial Art : cutting sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her hands at a grouping of Demons, she released a sinewy jet of grit that seemed to take shape out of the air itself. The bam was just as large as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the Demons with each metric grain striking with the power of a high-caliber bullet. The daemon howled in pain as their consistency were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty origin and sleety anatomy streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the clouds by a deafening yowl that shook the burning sky. A great giant lowered itself from the cloud with a consistency that looked like a mix between a vulture and a dragon, with jagged feathering, a long cervix, a fanged neb, and ophidian eyes. It released a bone-chilling scream and a Dark heartbeat appeared between its jaws, strong enough to acquire out the solid metropolis. Before it could unblock the blast, Baltoh snapped his finger's breadth and chains of light reached out of the sky and dry land. They wrapped around the behemoth, strangling it until the empyrean of energy in its beak disappeared. He snapped his finger once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the savage apart.

Within instant, a growing cheer echoed across the city as the live on dying howler were extinguished. The metropolis had been taken faster than any metropolis on earth in all of its history.



The Sea of invidia was in their muckle and hearing range. Shrieks, as high as whistling and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending thrill crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in pit and his powers. Standing on the shore of the inky-black black sea, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the nebuliser. They were chained to the sea trading floor, staring aimlessly with glassy eyes and pallid faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to persist moving ridge after cold wave slamming into them and the demonic shuttlecock and crustaceans of underworld picking and feeding on their consistence, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to find nuisance. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their couch light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"damn it, I hated this blank space the most when I came here,"Rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the shoes where those who let jealousy run their lives are damned and punished. Just as Old Nick, Prince of ire, ran the Burning grass and the City of ira, Leviathan, Prince of Envy, is in control of this sea. Here, the fulsome piss poisons their bodies like barrage fire acid to symbolize how envy poison the mind and it weighs down on them with crushing office, just like how their feelings of deficiency crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the monster and Gargoyles underneath the aerofoil, torturing them without pause. Now the solitary matter they envy are those that no recollective subsist. This home is tricky, as it has the capital telephone number of Titans and it is difficult to evidence who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the strong drink in the immediate country to figure out which one were guilty, and which ones were innocent. Those that were driven to commit crime and caused trauma because of their invidia were left to stew, while those who were only the victims of human nature had their chains broken so that they could rise to the Earth's surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their belly and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another regular army of winged causa of armour on flying buck to recruit the freed souls and slay the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting piddle, immune to the affects of sobriety as they reached down into the piddle with their two-handle vane, slaughtering the Gargoyles and beast of darkness just below the surface. Any suits that weren't fighting bonded themselves to freed prisoners, granting them their power. The illumination energy that flowed through the armour healed their ravaged psyche and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam deep below the open to turn tail the massacre, thinking they would be safe. The evil beast were filled with terror as the Crusaders and their knight dove below the surface, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible hurrying, they followed the beasts deeper and deeper into the water supply, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the sea storey dropped into a pace continental slope, that seemed to turn over into the darkest depths of pit. As the Crusaders chased down the slimy brute, their weapons and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

oceanic abyss in the shadows, a neat eye opened.



From the shifting waves of the ocean, a colossal whale flare-up from the sea. Its mouth was undefendable and full of jag tooth, its back was covered in spikes, and it was orotund enough to snap up an aircraft letter carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the weewee, swallowing several hundred Crusaders in the process. Cricking his neck from face to side, Baltoh fired a lightning dash from the air above him, able-bodied to draw Forth River and expel the Energy without even using his body or a source. The beam of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the back of its head, destroying one-half of its skull and all of its brains. The idle beast sank below the surface as the bottom-feeder creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great plash tore apart the surface as a monolithic set of pair of tweezers reached out and tried to abduct up the flying Crusaders. They managed to avoid the massive chela as the Titan rose to the aerofoil. It was a gargantuan lobster with four sets of pincers and a tail like that of a scorpion. A Dark beat began to charge at the end of its Stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitching of his eye, a spinning disk of energy appeared above his head word and shot towards the titan, expanding to the creature's size. The record collided with the Titan's face and vertically sliced it in half. Once the steel reached its stinger, the charging Dark impulse exploded and ripped the dead body apart.

Shaking the intact sea, a immense legion of colossus began to look from the benighted depths of the sea, each resembling a creature from Earth. There were sharks that just had orbitual pits of teeth instead of header and jaws, calamary with tentacles lined with blades of bone, Cancer the Crab that had passel blanketed with castle on their shells, steel fish with serrated barbs that could elicit shadow Pulses from the tip of the blade, and millions of demonic pirana that were individual cubicle of a single Titan.

As the legions formed, one final exam entity rose up from the depths. The tool was as large as Satan with slimy greenish peel, an apelike soundbox, webbed fingers with penetrating claws, outstretched flank that looked like the skin of frog, and a question that looked like an octopus with almost a hundred prospicient 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 open up and a smile on her face."Actually master key, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the titan ? I wouldn't mind testing my strength against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

genus Selene gained the Saame smile."I like this idea. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you want to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The blaze Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hands, but an detonation rocked against his mind and drew his attending back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR SKELETONS WILL LIE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY sea FOR ALL OF eternity !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like arctic and stab towards them.

The Valkyries and Archangels split up to dodge the attack and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"backer Art : Divinity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each bridge player, both the size of it of office buildings.

"Angel Art : fishgig of luck !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a show off inundation of sword of gilt spark with each ray deflexion in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning eradication !"Selene called, launching a crackling bang of electricity from her decoration.

"Celestial Art : crystallization Ice Ray !"Rosemary cast, drawing a lens of the eye in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : spit Of Patrick Victor Martindale White flame !"Molly yelled, raising her arm above her top dog and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of pearly fire and surged towards Leviathan with enough passion to burn diamond.

Combined with the attack of the other garden angelica, the vast cascade of technique slammed into Leviathan like a dozen riot slugs, knocking him back and drawing forth a howl of pain, but causing no visible hurt to his dead body. Stepping out of the swarm of fume, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a swarm of frog tongue. As they shot forward, fanged mouths opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in thirstiness for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as easy as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"Well it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"Come on son, there is no way we'll rhythm him from a aloofness. We're going to have to get up close and deliver some real damage,"Rosmarinus officinalis said as she materialized her archway blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to salve our asses ! He'll never let us live it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her wings and fell towards Leviathan with her brand in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dive into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to read you the true benefit of being god, the one thing that only mortal in my league can achieve. supernal Art : sensual realm Siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous affair began to take piazza. Matter was forming from perfect Department of Energy and rearranging itself into particular compound and atom. These mote bonded together and formed enzymes and amino Elvis, and they in turn of events joined together to produce cellphone. YHVH could make believe Archangels, Tenebrous could produce fiend and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arrival, eagle, hawk, and falcons, all larger than Titans and each with great ferocity and forcefulness, swooped down to start out their struggle. Every feathering on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no concern, the hiss of target obeyed the will of their creator and attacked the Titans, snatching them properly out of the urine with their long talons. The Z Demons desperately attacked the bird with shadow Pulses and early while, but their techniques had no affect on the shuttle whatsoever, as their plume were acting as energy sender that cloaked them in a protective atmosphere, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their claw tearing through flesh and bone with repose, the Bronx cheer threw their prey into the air and finished the almighty Titans off with their wings, cutting through the Demons'bodies with their feathers harder and sharper than katanas. Blood and butchered physical structure parts rained down as the heavyweight were chopped to slice, completely incapacitated against the higher-up creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating More beast in which to kill the Titans with. Sea serpents, mil long with bodies so large that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the depths with booming roars. Each snake had glassy black physical structure, decorated with radiation pattern of glowing yellow wrinkle. The dorsum of their mind were guarded with mats of osseous tissue spikes their middle glowed with power. With angered holla, the ophidian dove down into sea, gobbling up every colossus that came close to their jaws. With powerful bite, they crushed the torso of the Demons like peanut casing and swallowed them unscathed, carving down their numbers like a born disaster.

Sensing the amassing risk, dozens of the Titans all turned to Baltoh and released their Dark pulsing at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his innovation would die with him. The flak washed over Baltoh like a overflow but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an unseeable egg-shaped cuticle that stood whether he willed it or not. As the gust shrank and split into their live quiver beading of darkness, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this time with his fingers interlocked."celestial Art : Almighty Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, monolithic wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titan like the tentacles of the squids that filled their ranks. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on ground. Trapped in the Ellen Price Wood like animals caught in hardened concrete, the Titans snarled and roared as they tried to break free of their wooden prison, but even with all the strength in their body, the Mrs. Henry Wood held potent and carried a deadly power. Not only were the trees infused with Brobdingnagian amounts of light vitality to weaken the toxic presence of the undead creatures in their grip, but they were also draining them of their power. It was as if the tree were digesting them as the ocean flooring was colonized.

With town-sized chick attacking from above, sea serpent almost as heavy as stack ranges attacking from below, and grabbing tree bursting from the ground like spike heel from a booby bunker, the colossus had no way to escape their butchery.



Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, and the rest of the archangel sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming brand drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would skip over into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast flurry of gash. Butchered pieces of flesh were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to smidgin by their brand. They all had sure-footed smile on their faces, unable to trust that they were actually battling a the pits Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a call of determination, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a active barrage fire of poke and kicking to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a line of sausages. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing spell, she was moving faster than the man eye could arrest. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

Down below, mollie was launching blades of wind from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like tree being hit with the shockwave of an atomic detonation. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her all. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solid ice. With a grinning, Molly released a raw burst of power from every inch of her body, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into composition. Having been rescued, mollie looked down at Rosemary, who had a lens of ice vigor hovering in social movement of her. Smiling under her helm, molly blew a candy kiss to her lesbian doxy and Rosmarinus officinalis responded by forming a V with her index and midriff finger in front of her face.

Their flirting was cut suddenly as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her spell."ethereal Art : Nuclear Flash !"

A blinding ray of visible light flared from her palm, carrying with it both devastating heating system and deadly amounts of radiation syndrome. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer layers of their flesh were reduced to ash, every prison cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the nuclear volley of energy. Materializing her cleaver, rosemary threw the weapon with all of her strength, sending it flying through the air like a throwing stick and causing the burned tentacles to set off into dust.

Several loud howling echoed from behind her as a grouping of tentacles tried a surprise onslaught. Clapping her mitt together, rosemary cast her next charm."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With ardour streaming from the edge and forming a hypnotic tail, her spinning cleaver returned and charge past times her headspring, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a one flaming strike.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, come on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosemary caught up to the mathematical 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 death and was done acting. Raising his devilfish headway, he revealed a fanged backtalk underneath the lacy mat of severed tentacles."devil Art : Apocalypse extravasation !"he roared, casting the same turn that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone motion !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, mollie, rosemary, and the Archangels desperately tried to escape from the bam but many were caught within it when the beam was finally unleashed. Shaking all of Hell, the red beam of energy was launched with an nuclear explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial trice and the Archangels caught within the electron beam were instantly dematerialized as every speck in their consistence was converted to pure zip. The beam shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the hellhole can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his pes, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland captivity,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, trees that could knock aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a vertical anchor ring around him with monumental leg grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal ring then formed from the vertical ring, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the strawman of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a leg from the binding grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison house can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Revelation of Saint John the Divine bam.

"This isn't a genuine prison, consider it more as a provenience for my next founding. Celestial Art : Forest Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his part as he clapped his hand together.

As the sphere of influence of ruby energy charged between his jaws, a leafy subdivision fusillade from the back of Leviathan's pharynx and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the magical spell. Gagging on the subdivision, the Hell Prince screamed in pain as more leg began to burst out of his flesh, forming massive Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in a affair of seconds. Throughout his body, unstoppable leg were shredding his musculus, crushing his venous blood vessel, and tearing through his pipe organ as they looked for the perfect places to spread out and drain him of his energy. Desperate to quash his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing go and reached out with a brisk flood of biting tentacles, but before they could even come near Baltoh, they stopped dead and were blanketed with flower.

The forest continued to turn and thrive, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his push. By the prison term the spell was all over, his extension had been replaced with two hanging lawns of forage, his finger cymbals were serving as the grip for countless massive Tree, almost every muscularity and reed organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained intact. The Prince of envy had been killed, and in his death he had brought forth life.

With a smile, Baltoh turned to his lover and Quaker."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah damn it, there is no way that he is going to let us live this down…"



After crossing the sea and recruiting ten-spot of jillion of new Crusaders while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the former position and reached the next surface area of Hell ; a desert of black sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the border of the talkative desert.

Selene's heart widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a Demon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these jet dunes, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my entire life here slaying Demons upon their birth. This barren landscape painting is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the Hades Prince Lucifer, the first devil that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a putsch against Yahwe. Here, the soul shamed of the sin of Pride are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slave of the Demons, serving as a work force for building monuments and also as doxy. This desert serves a very unique design beyond just being a circle in underworld for which to penalize the cursed, as it also serves as the birthplace and nursery for Hell's Demons. This is where they all come into existence, born from the darkness of human souls that can no longer endure the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the Saame job as with the others ?"Molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."Free the innocent and thrashing the demon, the perfect way to spend and afternoon."



A never-ending army of towers and memorial stood among the black dunes like gravestone in a burial ground, each made from an obsidian-like stone formed from the ashes of break down skeletal frame compacted together. They almost looked like the clay of a forest that endured the tap of a nuclear turkey. In the background, a vast lake of swirling blast stirred in an aeonian maelstrom, and every second, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet heel, having been created by the angriness and malice human being on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, vast blocks of this Lucy Stone were quarried from mountains and under the backbone by the slaves of Hell ; men, women, and children, all with tag end for clothes, gaunt bodies, and branding iron masks that were clamped around their heads. Moaning in pain in the neck as they worked, the slave moved the van-sized blocking of Stone to the repository being built, all while their demon master barked ordering in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would careen over from exhaustion, the demon or Gargoyles would gang up up on them like vulture on a fresh carcass. Men and boys would be eaten alive, too tired to squall as the human body was pealed from their bones. fair sex and girls were raped to death and then their sliced torso were devoured. After a few hour, the butchered remains of the slave would regenerate and the infernal soul would derive back to life, only to be put to work once again. From the meg upon millions of meaningless statues, pyramids, and tabernacle standing in the sands, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the cockcrow of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed several hundred miles of desert and fought through the creatures of Hell, the followers of Baltoh had come to the final stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon sitting in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her slave to pull faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whiplash. The demon's bellow jumped in volume as the sled came to a sudden stop and did not move, no matter how punishing she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid eyes on Selene, blocking the way. With a holler, the Demon cracked her crashing lash and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the coil could even snap back, the fiend's arm and fountainhead were sliced off by surprisal flak by Molly, who delivered the lethal blow with a powerful baseball swing of her arch blade. The monster only had enough metre to give a one dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

Hearing the vociferation of their sis, all the Demons and Gargoyles raised their pass in alertness and cursed as the crusader came into eyeshot, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their party whip in one script and weapons in the early, the Demons leapt into action with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, Archangels, and Valkyries slaughtered the fiend by the thousand, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more suits of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So lull that he might as well have been taking a stroll through the character, he annihilated every demon that came close without the tenuous movement or thought.

Above his point, Selene and the others were decimating the forces of darkness with spell after trance, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the opposition force was continuously getting reinforcement in the signifier of new Demons and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of attack, hungry for carnage, and the neonate devil would claw their way up from hugger-mugger, already extremely intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an 60 minutes had passed since the battle began when the signaling roars were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the Inferno Prince of superbia wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The demon and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach path, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The battleground became quiet, salve for the thunder that had not ended. Yet there were more roaring radiating from the desktop, thick with tycoon and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"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."

‘ halt calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of terror as she remembered the power of the victor of straining that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a tone of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of torture are not as rare and few in number as I thought. There are at to the lowest degree a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own titan steed. He must have created them himself or used his might to forcefully Bond the essences of monster to form them. All together, I must say that their exponent is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his Kuki with the metal plates on the backs of his fingers and mitt catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able-bodied to suppress her fear. Baltoh inclined his promontory as he tried to translate their approaching power levels.

"If they all combined their power into a single burst, it would be the size of it of a solar system."

genus Selene's panting was heavy as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal amount of DOE, but her intellect was just ineffective to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to fall back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be capable to watch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of seriousness in his spokesperson. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before genus Selene stopped him, grasping his manus with her helmet open and a facial expression of big worry and care on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even someone like you to withstand such and onslaught ? Can you win this struggle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming crash was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the ground. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"genus Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have Thomas More religion in me than anyone else in creation. What does your faith William Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"goodness. Now don't vexation about me, just kick back and watch out the display. I think its time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one last osculation on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone hideaway ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smiling on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"molly hollered, wiping the Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to take maintenance of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let loose !"

mollie gained a across-the-board smile of excitement, eager to see what world power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! Master Baltoh is going to campaign !"rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to stay put and see the friction, Baltoh's club were obeyed and a full retreat was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would begin soon. With the help of go from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the Crusaders zipped across almost half of a thousand miles of desert in a bit and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"Angel Art : Heavenly View,"Michael cast, holding up his manpower. Like a massive movie cover, a canvas made of pure Light appeared in the sky above the crowd of millions with a real-time perspective of Baltoh at the field. He was hovering in the sky, watching the mordant cloud hustle in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening holler rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the distance that had been traveled. Covering their capitulum, everyone looked up at the screen as the superior of Torture arrived, riding on the backs of Titan as they escorted the Hell Prince of pride. Like Satan and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, capable to easily stamp out a titan with a ace swat of his hired man and destroy a mountain with a sweep of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the other Hell Princes so far encounter, as his torso had more of a reptilian-draconic build and form to it, and instead of one chief, he had seven. The seven humanoid heads each stood at the end of a long mighty neck opening, with each head lacking eyes or a nose but instead having pointed auricle and shark-like tooth. Six of the head word each had a horn protruding from the top of their head with a tip looped around it like a ring, but the seventh principal had four of each. Lucifer's unhurt body had a much more gross out appearance the other inferno Princes ’, for instead of scales or haircloth, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and night like a burn wound that had completely pealed away the build and singed the muscles underneath.

His long bladed arse swishing from side to side with excitement and his wings keeping him aloft without a single flap, the Tempter looked at Baltoh without any oculus and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a thorn in my position and the hindrance in the growth of my armies. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you bound to globe 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 acknowledge about Beelzebub and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

morning star just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their stead and ended their piteous spirit once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven question cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hades Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and pattern over the Demons and the headmaster of Torture ! In the rank and file of Hell, only the almighty Lord Tenebrous has bang-up power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create more Hell Princes with a gingersnap of his fingers ! You're in our world traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so confident and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the Masters of torture and behemoth around and behind lucifer. This simply drew another joke from the perdition Prince.

"After I was cast out of Heaven, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the like obvious error that the others made."

Six of the seven forefront then looked in antonym counsel, each spitting out a Horror obelisk like a projectile and lodging them at the border of the battlefield. The seventh foreland looked straightaway up and opened its jaws, and six triangular daggers reached out of the rear of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flush with a orbit of darkness hovering in the center.

"violence OF Hell, LEND ME YOUR long suit !"he bellowed as the six repugnance dagger all caused the power of Beelzebub and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their swords, all the Masters of Torture began channeling their energy straight towards the sphere of iniquity above his seventh head, while channeling the power of their behemoth mounts through their own body. With the great power of a century Masters of Torture and behemoth pumping through his venous blood vessel, all with their effectiveness multiplied by the Horror Obelisks, Devil's energy levels more than doubled retiring what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial embodiment gained a aspect of surprise as he felt the Hades Prince's great power grade skyrocket without any signboard of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Beelzebub could very well acquire the crapper of Hell through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of envy, everyone struggled to breath and stay on their metrical unit as daystar's power stage weighed down upon them like an integral ocean. Finally, a great eye opened in the center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a bright red ten-pointed star for a schoolchild."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprised, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to deliver been for nothing."

With a roar in answer, Old Nick opened the jaws of one of his headway and launched an Apocalypse outbreak, several sentence more mighty than Satan and Leviathan's. This clip, the natural force champaign that stood around Baltoh was not strong enough to proceed the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his hired man, hovering in that same billet with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the blast, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly worlds apart from Beelzebub and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to establish so much might with just one of his psyche was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven principal together to mould and wangle the energy.

The flak ended and Baltoh's center widened as Lucifer's throat met his view, the nether region Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly condom length but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's straits reached out and tried to snaffle him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the border of the battlefield and flicked the air with his finger, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as powerful as a meteoroid impact. lucifer was thrown back with rippling traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his promontory and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his power isn't the only affair that has been enhanced…'

"demon Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his read/write head, friction match shot out his tongue like a batrachian, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber bullet. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in leaf blade of bone. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible sword of vertical energy, slicing the appendage in half down the midriff. Undeterred by the injury, the two half of the glossa went in opposite word focus and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal sword, slicing off the split portions of the tongue. Lucifer showed no signs of feeling any pain, and with a lash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the sever tongue. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to grab him and reappeared to the side of meat, launching another blade and severing the tongue. To the speech sound of Lucifer's booming gag, 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."supernal Art : genius Birth."

A small sector of red light shot from the tip of his digit, flying over to friction match and entering his pesky head. In a deafening roaring and a blinding flash, the head was ripped apart by a toy nuclear blowup. Lucifer roared in excruciation from the destruction of his head word, but within bit, the singed flesh could be seen quivering and regenerated as the read/write head was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : Woodland prison house,"Baltoh cast, clasping his hands together.

On a plate never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the ground beside lucifer and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a halo around the nether region Prince while branches grew out from the national and grabbed his arm, wings, and heads. The tree was so large that it had more than three times the botany biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a holler, Beelzebub opened up his next header and vomited up a waterfall of black sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the woodwind to reverse grey with expiry and deteriorate as if through hastened rotting. Baltoh sighed in vexation and Old Nick opened the jaws of his fourth part head.

"Demon Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a auto gun.

These totems were different from the Horror Obelisks and Inferno abyss, with an Egyptian-style dagger that towered at xxx pes in stature, surrounded on all four sides by human systema skeletale frozen in a spirit of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisk all detonated into a immense mushroom-shaped cloud cloud of fire, dwarfing the most powerful atomic detonation with their flux tycoon. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his limb crossed and a look of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of invidia, everyone was watching the scene with looks of awe and veneration, waiting for their savior to discover himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a complete and pure halt as every atom within its margin sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which issue loses the power to act. All the expanding gasses and dust in the explosion were literally frozen in sentence. Baltoh ended the patch and all the matter in the burst suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the ground like a sandstorm with the sudden personnel casualty of the wind, having been drained of all impulse and free energy. Everyone on the seacoast looked at the silver screen raised his or her hired man and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power engrossment, transformation, summoning, poisonous acid, and energy blasts. If my theory is correct, the last two heads each have their own unique power.'

"demon Art : Phantasm Nightmare !"Lucifer bellowed with his 5th head.

Shimmering like a hologram, lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of Torture and heavyweight came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the infernal region Prince completely disappeared, not just from eyeshot, but from all other smoke. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his energy, or otherwise find any hint of his Department of Energy throughout infernal region, Cinereo, or Heaven. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this ability is definitely his doing. Only another god could produce a top executive to freeze my senses…"

"Right you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the conflict gasped in horror, believing the fight to be over, but the Valkyries and Archangels all had sure-footed smiles, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : universal joint Plague !"Baltoh called out from inside the Tempter's mouth.

A minute after the declaration of the spell, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in pain. Everyone watching the screen of light back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained grin of succor and joy as it became obvious. Lucifer was swinging his fifth head wildly as his tooth and human body 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 solid appetite for monster soma and devil energy. With all the power in Lucifer's body, he was the ultimate fiesta for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth foreland, Phosphorus drew a retentive dagger-like vane of red and mordant brand and used it so sever the infected headspring before the virus could disperse. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A blade that seals spirits with which it cuts, a very handy power when fighting ogre and garden angelica. But I should discourage you now, that brand will experience no more affect on me than any of your former powers. I have transcended far past the stage where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roar of frustration, Beelzebub cast a patch of healing to remediate his heads and then brought all seven together. With the promontory forming a ring and each looking in the midpoint, a vault of heaven of red and blacken muscularity began to form, rumbling with unstableness. The overlord of Torture and Titans were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop curtain of energy they had into Old Nick while he charged the sphere. After only a few minute, it was in a unharmed other league from the Apocalypse Eruption, enceinte enough to possibly rip a kettle of fish between proportion or cause the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your feeble effort to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the sphere reached critical mass.

"Please, the most powerful hellhole Prince is no more a danger to me than the most powerful bacteria. Allow me to exhibit you the confessedly power of a god. Celestial Art : astronomical sagaciousness. Celestial Art : Universal Sculptor,"he said with a deep haunting interpreter as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of pure opprobrious matter materialized, as prominent as a mickle and more sinister than the scout of an set about army. Everyone watching the fight, be it Crusader or lord of torturing, gazed at the sphere and gasped in mental rejection as they realized what it was. Even Lucifer was filled with unique awe and fear. It was a Negroid cakehole ; a literal orb of matter so slow and heavy that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human understanding. It was a beacon, the end of all ground and disputation. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The lone reason why it wasn't causing the complete and sum up death of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the universal statue maker spell to shape the legal philosophy of natural philosophy themselves, allowing him to convert or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black mess's gravitative twist to spill out in a minor command release.

In a hollering so loud that it was heard throughout all of Inferno, every metric grain of backbone within the black desert and every free fall of the liquid flames in the Lake of Fire were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every metric grain of moxie from every individual human spirit that crumbled away within the dunes from all across time was pulled into the shadow and destroyed. Back at the glide, everyone cursed in disappointment as a cloud of surging black Baroness Dudevant blocked his or her horizon like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, daystar reabsorbed the baron of his piece and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the strength to cat shields strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty hour in which nobody moved, the last grains of Sand and drop curtain of liquid fire were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were monolithic tabernacle and altars, adorned with tan statues of Angel Falls and garden angelica. Radiating from the temples like ripples in a pond, Ithiel Town of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forums, dramatic art, and quarrel of houses from star sign to hutch. It was an entire web of cities.

"red cent it, I can't movement,"Lucifer cursed, barely capable to speak. He wasn't the simply one cursed ; every passkey of twisting and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my closing curtain. Now, con the genuine difference between our long suit and let repent be the last emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a late definitive voice as he clapped his hired man together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the black hole shattered into ten of billions of marbles, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitational effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the wits across the sky, holding them above the battleground with each weighing as much as a totally mavin. With the laws of cathartic altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto lucifer and his minions. Falling like indestructible meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without mercy, piercing the underworld Prince and each devil uncountable times, each experiencing an slaying like twenty scads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

Lucifer, the skipper of distortion, and the Titans didn't even have time to scream as their bodies were perforated ten-spot of millions of meter, each filled with more holes than a beauty parazoan. From the hurrying and power of the falling marbles, aerosolized daimon bloodline filled the air and figure, sinew, and osseous tissue were shredded as if in a blender. Upon contact lens with the solid ground, a vast dust swarm was thrown up as the marble drilled through the soil, fundamentals, and endless layers of pit, using only their weight and impulse. The roll of tobacco eventually cleared, and not a single trace of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In shoes of the battlefield, a monolithic pit had been carved into Hell, deepening every mo as the blanket of contraband hole marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thunderous applause upon the regaining of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the Hell Prince and a small army of Titan-level Demons. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like shaver on a trampoline, the garden angelica were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and genus Selene, mollie, and rosemary pounced on him as if dire to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"mollie exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the genuine challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her closing and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like city scattered across the urban center. Baltoh grin gained a sad tinge.

"These urban center are end from the age before Tenebrous, when underworld was under the legal power and control of Jehovah and Heaven. The Angels and archangel lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this realm for their crimes. Originally, there were century of these cities scattered across hellhole, like the forts that dotted the Roman boundary line paries that served as pocket-size townsfolk for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the toilet of infernal region and took it over, turning it into a land of Demons."

"well Master, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at least you won't see too many demon 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 baron of his voice so that everyone would find out him. The panoplied followers all became silent, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am gallant of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim Hell in the name of illumination and justice. However, you can not succeed me past this point, as my succeeding destination is the Dunes of tree sloth. You are all to repay to the Sea of invidia, the metropolis of Wrath, the Burning pasturage and the ease of the Ash Fields, and extend freeing inexperienced person souls. I know the side by side roofy very well, and believe me when I say that it is better if I bring as few the great unwashed as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed grumble and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three lap of Hell, the area we've actually covered and the bit of innocuous souls is miniscule compared to the entirety of this planet. There is still a lot of work to be done in the arena we've crossed. If you truly regard to assist me in my journeying, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and defeat, the loyal social reformer obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a mo end run of the hybridize body politic. Baltoh then turned to genus Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned urban center, peering into the homes and edifice as he sampled the lost finish. Selene, mollie, Rosemary, Michael, Raffaello Santi, and Gabriel were the only ones with him, the rest of the Archangels having left with the Crusaders to help fight back any Titans of Masters of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to figure out his true reasoning for sending away the abandoned USA. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an Angel Falls statue made of Hellsilver, respective fourth dimension older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying more attention to your surround. After all, contrary to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the other habitation of your predecessors. world is far older than you know, and the garden angelica that came before you are the single who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the next desert and keep open going through Hell ?"molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those practice of law that I said even I couldn't jailbreak ? One of them control bm through Hades ; you can only move from one set by crossing through the others between you and your destination. Basically, as far as crossing over through the dimensions with Angel powers go, you can only jump back and forth between different sphere of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually enrol sin and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the dune of sloth have even more dominion ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping long distances, and no super-speed. The only way to frustrate the desert is on ft. As long as tenebrific exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his sod,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to take the air across the entire circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his substructure hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't carry the Crusaders with us. If we are traveling on foot, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign placed on the side of the building, taking a second to decipher the strange dialect of Enochian.

"The dune of acedia have another name, they are known as the Desert of the Lost. It's a shifting sea of sand that can shroud and bring out anything at any time. It also causes delusion. If we took our army in there, we would be lucky to come up out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the lost is of a very singular categorisation of levels of hellhole, in that the Scheol Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of Sloth, is no longer a forcible being. Instead, his disembodied spirit is fused with the Desert of the Lost, meaning that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his judgment moves far to slowly to take shape persuasion, but his vigour and tyrannical existence are still productive and potent. The monster and Gargoyle population in the desert is insufferable to measure, as they can be swallowed by the sands and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be footling to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern sleeping room, gazing with almost a sad flavour on his aspect. The paries were decorated with gaud and artefact, ranging from bronze goblets, daggers, and flint-lock side arm, to rings, flasks and watches, all ranging across fourth dimension on Earth and each tens of K of Hell years old. They were resting in shelf hand-carved into the Edward Durell Stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were cartoon strip of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A hillock was strung up across the bedroom, made from trees from the Isle of the Damned. The cave entree looked out over the Desert of the doomed from a towering mountain steeple in the very outskirts of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, genus Selene landed by the cave incoming and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your plate ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew outwear of battle, I would add up here to log Z's. I picked this cave because the dune of acedia are the shoemaker's last blank space anyone would make bold look for me. Even Masters of twisting and Titans are afraid of forever becoming lost in the grit. But luckily, it's just close decent to the Desert of Pride so that I can find it and go out it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his digit through the strips of textile hanging from the roof.

Selene picked up an old sac sentinel from one of the shelves carved into the wall. It looked so frail ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of grit. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a impression of beautiful womanhood. The glass fount of the watch was so turbid and scratched that the hands and numbers were inconspicuous and the picture was faded to such extent that genus Selene couldn't even form out the woman's hair color. The fair sex looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be more accurate, they are the belonging of the people that I am made of. When people come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their death. horse, soldiers, cops, executioners, fathers, sons, brothers… Their combined spirits and wills created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every niche of netherworld for their holding, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my nonstop Demon massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hummock, making it creek.

"damn, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the flow of time in hell on earth, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human populace and find this position still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the wind leg of the hammock, remembering the time and skill it took to make and flashing back to each individual part.

Selene had a warm grin on her face, getting a unparalleled satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"Come on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chain linking them together, the radical of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any chances, he refused to put on the line losing anyone to the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. The going was far slower than anyone had expected. Marching across flaxen dune is difficult, but unlike the dune back on Earth, the towering pitcher's mound of sand did not stay still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the sand dune rose and fell like waves on the jerky sea, meaning that walking a consecutive line and staying balanced was impossible. Everyone gave the mental order for their armor to disappear, greatly lightening their weight and making the straining trek easier, but it was still a anathemise challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible marching and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wings, but after rising five off he ground, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in shock, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the Scheol happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his entirely body shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the background becomes the sky. This desert is thickset with reality-bending rules that not even I may offend. I can't even rove a spell because it will immediately disappear and re-emerge in the space around the planet. If I were to try and get rid of the desert with a melanize hollow like I did before, it would appear in outer space above the Isle of the Damned and most likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a orbit of weewee in his mitt, only for it to melt in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"molly asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient and don't let your resolve to preserve moving waver. If we keep walking, we will go through this desert without any trouble. Don't worry, I may not be able to spue any spells, but I am more than equal to of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, prison term bends in style that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the back of a moxie sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving undulation from a huge payload ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as genus Selene jumped back in fearfulness and daze. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean base, the receding sand dune had lowered the sand degree and exposed what was underneath it. There was a mathematical group of citizenry, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of wretched torture on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for assistant. 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 ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"Damned someone, just like all the other people in the pits. The Desert of the Lost serves as the prison for four kind of evildoer ; suicide victim that denied themselves lifespan itself and wallowed in their hurting, lazy worthless parasites that helped no one, Coward that allowed offense and tragedies occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-in that devoted their lives to one thing and keep out out everyone and anything else. Their crime is bare : they denied themselves the man and chose to live in darkness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their botheration from lifetime in an endless cycle per second while their minds are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning big businessman of Belphegor.

Suicide victims and people who brought forth their own misery and sadness into their minds are played their life sentence over and over again beneath the sands, sloths and Coward are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed tragedies to take stead to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in life sentence and turned away from the earthly concern lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived aliveness, all the while, Belphegor floods their mind and souls with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant drug. It is a terrible destiny, one that truly bunco game my heart when I think about it. But we will not be able to help any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and remove him from power, so we must continue onward.

Everyone be careful, as your head may very well get your mop up enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandy sea.



For a completely immeasurable amount of time, the radical marched onward through the desert, but the going never got easier. more time was spent waiting for a dune to travel by beneath their base than actually fatigued walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's power seeping into their minds, causing each of them to know nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing veneration to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with shame, ire, and green-eyed monster. Baltoh had always been his bank foeman, even when they fought together against the devil. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to Hell, but now it was returning. He always believed he would surpass Baltoh and be the one to toss off him, but the love child was always stronger than him, wiping the floor with the Archangel in every battle, and now he was a god, spitting in the face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The exclusively matter heavy than his hate was his shame, shame that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor rise so high. As his stress on Baltoh grew and grew, his lot began to blur and his audience became muffled.

Next in line was Raphael, he too experiencing mental agitation as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and get wind him say. He had been right every time, shaking Raphael's belief to its core. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could moderate both light and dark as well as the power of the macrocosm proved that there was a stratum of divine world power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the cities that stood in the former Ash field of honor, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when inferno was different. He had always been told that Jehovah created nirvana, Hades, and Earth and brought Forth River animation. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a god of be power to Jahweh, came later and managed to steal sin from the Angels themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create flavor like Yahveh and Tenebrous could create Archangels and monster, but he could create actual life, giving entities two liveliness metre in macrocosm. Was this why Angel Falls and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and fiend ? Did they lose their religion in Almighty 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 wearing apparel, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in stone with tone of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the solid ground letting down, everyone was basically dropped onto the rough jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the sharp protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause scathe. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their foot and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his straits from side to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pounds. In his mind, he began to ponder the possibleness that he would not survive this journey through perdition, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like flies, he had seen armies of meliorist rise up and justify the innocent souls of perdition, and he had seen the unacceptable become common. But now a bare desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the chassis, practically powerless. They had made it so far through infernal region, but now the true power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the paunch of the savage, trying to face the god of darkness while literally walking through his outstanding advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this slowly. All he has to do is snap his fingers and create an army of infernal region Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh fight in an unavoidable standstill. Even now, we're completely incapacitated against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should have come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely unaware of the laborious sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in crease was Molly, who felt so sick that she almost expected to cast off up. While she walked, her creative thinker had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to look into. computer memory of her overrefinement and death at the hands of the devil back in New House of York were seeping into her subconscious comparable ink on white framework. She had shed her someone body and had one that held no cicatrice of her agony, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her holy person consistence, and she had even been sexual and found love, yet she could not shake away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the inferno is wrong with me ? Why do I find this way ? I'm supposed to have moved on, but it all feels so fresh and Holocene epoch. Maybe something really is faulty with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the firstly thing I do to share with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is untimely with me ? ! I'm zilch but a desperate cyprian, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm misfortunate !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and low as her mind began replaying her torment in lifelike detail over and over again, all while her body moved like a tool on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red eyes glowing, the conglomerate of evildoer roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy tide. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walking in battlefront of molly was rosemary, struggling to displace through the dune while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a cold Oliver Stone in her chest, yet dubiousness and despair was pumping through her venous blood vessel. Not too long ago, she had been intimate with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romanticist bond of love, she gave into her inscrutable, nighttime, black desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a abduct dupe with her so subservient and degenerative that she would have allowed a group of strangers to gang bang her on his slightest whim. Then, after that bond was made, he reduced her to one of his concubines, using her as just an component in an bacchanal, where she threw herself and obeyed the charwoman she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual playthings, and she would forever be too eagre and willing to exchange it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these twine lies were repeated in her psyche. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like Molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how backbreaking she tried to agitate it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, fear of the future. She was only a few feet from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more isolated. What would their human relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly shoemaker's last ? Were their feelings for each early, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human life ? Had the nakedness she felt for debauch and letting him get laid other char been her subconscious trying to tell her that the way she felt wasn't real ? That their sexual love was nix more than sex wrapped in a fragile veil of treacherously emotions ? Even if their honey was strong, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to conceive that God loved humans and loved his garden angelica, but after listening to Baltoh and listening that God couldn't care less and didn't bother to get involved, she couldn't service but wonder if that was the same destiny she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now ecclesiastic ; he was an almighty deity. What hope did she have of being able to keep the interest of person who could mold the universe itself ? How could she celebrate the attention of someone who could create life and alteration reality ? With such a vast departure between them, was there even a hazard of maintaining their making love, or would this be like a teenage young woman trying to wield a family relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another state that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these questions over and over, her torso was flooded with despair. She was so terrified of the candidate of the end of their relationship that her hale consistence was trembling and she could not keep snag from running down her impudence. With her green goddess beginning to fleet, she reached out to tint him, as if to figure out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my life. You're the lone man I've ever loved ; you've shown me to a greater extent and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My integral man has been completely reshaped all because of you and my love for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever pee me happy again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able-bodied to lay off 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 verbalise."Michael, while our king may not have been compeer, you were my rival and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the the true and I'm sword lily we can finally be acquaintance, because your dedication was so much like mine that we could experience been like brothers. I have always regretted that he had to be enemies instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your religion is lost, don't mislay yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the world, shape your own world around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is false, your mission, your duty, and your identity element are as dependable 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 ; resolve and confidence.

Molly, you are far warm 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 spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the form of liaison, as that only means you were too impregnable to let your death slow you down and ruin your future. You truly are strong and it's why I love you.

Rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be happy for the bond we share. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would live up to you. You are authoritative to me, and I will always keep you in my middle and sleep with you. I love you, Rosemary. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those quarrel, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warmly smile."Even with my divine business leader, there is no way for me to properly utter how often I love you and how I always will. I could ingest every star in the universe and spell a verse form in the sky, describing my veneration to you, but I would still consider it a failure to exhibit you depth of my love. I could create a planet with life, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to evolve until it is able to make a speech sound so beautiful that I would use it to do a symphonic music to try and let you hump how happy you make me, but it would never be good enough. Selene, I love you with all my gist, the heart that I have only because of you."

The superpower of his language instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poisonous substance of the Desert of the doomed. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a free weight being lifted off their articulatio humeri so great that they couldn't commemorate the last clip ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's skunk returned to their master copy sharpness and the slow-forming membrane of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raphael crumbled into sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with mollie falling to her knees, Rosmarinus officinalis kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the exercising weight of his lecture, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the sand dune of tree sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our idea the whole time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his cowling like an creature in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to tell when you are hurting. I figured saying the words you all needed to hear would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosemary below, nuzzling his hand like an affectionate cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's words, everyone followed him with renewed zip. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to defeat Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not miscarry. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more hidden peril and arcanum beneath the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. dune would roll aside to reveal cocooned spirits with formulation of agony, Demons and Bleaks that would show up for only a second and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. On their journey, they even encountered spider of the desert.

The curse individual were few and far between, but they all had similar tatter for dress that covered their bodies and almost all carried some form of walking peg. 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 psyche who wasted their biography in selfish and fruitless fixation, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all skunk, and because of it, they are often the first 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 junk. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are cypher but ghosts in their world,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped pass to toe in rags to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, looking at ahead, I think we have fuss,"Raffaello Sanzio said, pointing to the horizon where a cloud of sand and dust was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"Damn it, that is really going to slow down us down."



Forsaking loose movement for protective covering, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armored bod, using the courtship to keep the wind and grit from blasting them. While the going was slow down before, everyone now ducking in the winding as they tried to walk through the splashing waves of sand had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his eyes and face from the backbone, ineffectual to do anything to block off it in the desert. He had to wreak by tenebrific'rules while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the Dunes of Sloth. visibleness was almost nonexistent and keeping steady foothold was next to impossible. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy world, only with the chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted from cryptic in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to figure out where the spokesperson had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the wind died down and everyone looked up, gasping in horror. A sand dune, as large as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal waving and blocking the wind.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted again, moments before the dune fell and enveloped them.

Being tossed through the tide like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain of mountains for dear life sentence. Baltoh had made it so that only he could damp it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could come about. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very dark presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a business leader darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the world-class time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his heart, as the mountain range around his waist suddenly became quagmire. The strand had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the sand, grasping her handwriting.

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 power he built up, Baltoh could do zippo as he sank thick and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the sand around him disappeared and he fell into overt distance, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his oculus widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as blood with everything from superstar to satellite, all inhabited solely by Demons, Gargoyles, heavyweight, and headmaster of Torture. Compared to this beetleweed, the population in Hell was little Sir Thomas More than a tiny spittle of the population, like comparing a small-scale bacteria finish to all the life on Earth. Even though it was an existent galaxy, the space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and go to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light particles look like half-dead escargot, he flew towards the center of the extragalactic nebula, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the existence in seconds, he came to the downright heart of the galaxy ; a torrid whirlpool as all-encompassing in diameter as an total solar scheme, and hovering over the core was a black throne, made from homo and Demon bones. Sitting in it was a atrocious being, the King of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat interchangeable bod to all Demons, but was mostly unique. Instead of grayish black, his tegument was a deep bloody red and he was far More hefty than any Demon or Gargoyle, with inkiness stiletto heel running up his legs and forearms. He had three lot of horns, two like a Capricorn the Goat's that curled around his pinna and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his braincase almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old trump, and above them hovered a crown of hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a cape that grew out of his lower back and reached upwards past his head with five bony ridges keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a huge webbed hand. His heart were pitchy with torrid irises, he had slit-like nostrils instead of a android nose, and his abnormally large lower jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight feet in height, practically a rodent or louse when compared to the Titan or Hell Princes, but his top executive was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day longer than you could possibly think, the day in which I would finally battle someone as mightily as I. Welcome, Baltoh, receive to your doom."His discussion literally carried so very much weight that anyone of Angelica Archangelica stage or lower would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrific stood up, holding his arms out to his position."Behold ! The armies of Hell, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your powers, I will disembark from perdition and use this galaxy of following to capture all of Cinereo, and then, paradise itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my area and destroy everything I have worked to ramp up. I decided to just get to me so that we could fight this battle once and for all. Your admirer are being taken precaution of by minions, and if you want them to survive, 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 blade of red and black metal, the Sami kind of metal that Satan's sealing sword was made of."Now let the ultimate battle Menachem Begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a diagonal chop to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own steel and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a major disappointment if you think you can push me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright flash as their swords met, shining for a few indorsement before fading. As the light receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each other and thirty feet of space between them. Almost the entire blade of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the demon business leader had a huge cut going through his chest, carving through the left side of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his heart.

Baltoh swung his blade with the air and faint bending around the jet-black leaf blade."And you're a major dashing hopes if you think I would fight back you with a sword of Hellsteel. This steel is made from the topic of a black-market golf hole and has the same compactness and free weight of one. Whenever something touches the sword, its gravitative pulling is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic level. For the passing second, it is able to absorb light itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, draw your substantial sword and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true devil King, still sitting in his black commode.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very good, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall respond your request and face you ; no illusions, no laws, just raw power."appearing in his hand, another claymore appeared, this one with a blade of condensed Hellfire, almost like the constrict flames of a star."Now let the battle of the God truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and engage swords.



Selene's vivid green optic opened and she groaned in discomfort, feeling like a horseshoe that had been tossed in a drier. Without moving, she looked around through the visor of her helm, but could not discern any of her surround, as the glass was covered with some form of gooey meat. While her completely body ached, she managed to lift her hand and wipe off most of the goo. Blinking to elucidate her vision, she looked around at her environs and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some kind of carven with the bulwark, floor, and ceiling made of slimy flesh. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely capable to see in the darkness.

Wincing in hurting, she slowly got to her base, sword lily she was wearing her airtight armor as she realized that her all trunk was covered in the mucus-like slime of the fleshy cave. However, her fuzz was hanging out of the back of her helm and it had turned to rope from the slime. Trying to stay on her groundwork, she raised her Department of Energy horizontal surface, burning away the slime and returning her armour to its master shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her representative echoed through the cavern out but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fuck am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the phone of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a faint voice murmured, making her startle. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated paries for the reference of the voice.

"In here…"the vocalisation whispered as a small earth tremor shook of the fold of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the bend, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were busy peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt look on his fount and blood oozing from his wounds that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Circle of gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to hold up suffer until the end of time inside the Hell Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you poor man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the leech and tried to rip him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail chief and tried to pull him free of the fleshy prison house, but his limb almost appeared to have fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the audio of his arm breakage like a sprig."Oh shucks, I am so sorry,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't subject, 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 dead body get peeled away by those flyspeck microbe and the strong point pulled from my eubstance by Baal. There is nothing that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't vexation, you'll be exempt soon. My boyfriend is going to kill Tenebrous and release all the innocent souls. But I need to know, have you seen anyone in here with armour like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was clean. He went that way just a few instant ago before you landed."

"One of the Angelica Archangelica. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the heavy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her world power levels raised to illume her path, knowing that there could be danger around every corner. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The rampart around her were filled with erstwhile gluttons, all locked within the wet folds and in dissimilar stages of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Sanzio, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

saltation over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the dark like a geyser was a drove of the parasitic Gargoyles, wolfish and eager.

"Celestial Art : glossa Of T. H. White flame !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a torrent of fire almost as hot as the aerofoil of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little pyrosis !"she said to herself with a grin as she listened the riot and soda pop of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all numb, she ended the enchantment and looked down into the pit to see the hurt she had caused. While not even ash remained from the sponge, the interior of the fleshy burrow didn't even have a single tan mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden culmination of the walls countered her skepticism. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine barb, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to seize her once it reached her positioning. All the people trapped in the crease of the wall moaned in painfulness from the sudden movement. Hoping for different results, Selene aimed her paw at the tightening tunnel."supernal Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her eyes from the light, she fired a massive irradiation of electricity, hoping to blow the tunnel back open. The closing tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it unit like starving man stuffing his face. No damage had been done ; her flak was a loser. Cursing the site, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with flame, sliding down it like a child in a slide. After falling a hundred feet, she was tossed out into a new bedroom and on a bank along the incline of a kitty of gastric acid, as prominent as a pond. With the auditory sensation of movement echoing from the beam behind her, Selene cursed and leapt across the green bubbling pool.

Hissing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speed, they pulled genus Selene down into the kitty and the gastric Lucy in the sky with diamonds consumed her. Beneath the surface, genus Selene once again mentally thank Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer level and her hair had already been disintegrated.

Drawing forth her sword into manifestation, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a with child flap of her wings, propelling herself out of the pool. Having landed on the other face with her armor now looking like a melting wax sculpture, she quickly clapped her hands together and wander a healing magical spell."supernal Art : sentence refill !"

Through a small form of time revision, she began to mend her armor, returning it to its master copy state, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very standardized to the repairing barrier that the holy man used in times of exorcism.

A trashy scuttling phone drew her tending and she raised her head teacher with a curse word. Crawling out of the plication of the fleshy walls were jillion of the worms and spidery sponge that Selene had seen before, all famished and bold.

"Angel Art : Holy Burn !"
Shining brighter than a microscope stage Christ Within, a alluvion of golden fire surged down from the next corridor, forcing Selene to cover her eyes and shield herself with her annexe. The sanctum flames filled the chamber like a flowage, incinerating the parasites but leaving genus Selene unharmed. As the smoke cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"Damn, am I glad to see you,"genus Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any familiar faces, trust me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's consistency is basically one giant network of abdomen and the interiors are almost completely immune to damage. My trance 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 genuine exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the background, declamatory than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing away smoke and pure molten gold instead of magma. Castles and dungeons had been built into the side of meat of the volcano with damn souls streaming in and out, either going in to receive their punishment or coming out with gold bricks tied to their dead body with pungent wire, weighing them down to the percentage point where they could barely strike and lacerating their bod. For over a hundred miles, the earth surrounding the volcano was overflowing with sight of personal self-command, taken from those condemned to the rotary of greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artifact stretched from across sentence, including objective such as Irani coins, silver jewelry, and bricks of dollar bills. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chain of stone pit, leading to the veins of mellow out gold beneath the demesne. There, the damned somebody would toss their glossy weights back into the fire and march back to the mountain to recover it in a firm form so that the outgrowth could be repeated. Beyond the anchor ring of fiery pits was a barrier of mountains, literally making it a dress circle of Hell.

In this world, there were four variety of penalisation : you either carried the Au to the pits where they would be melted back down and flow back to the vent while barbed wire cut through your muscle like a hot knife through butter, you would labour in the volcano to make the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to melt off the osseous tissue, you were thrown down into the colliery where you were boiled in molten gold with your body always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the wads of fallal or precious metals, forever feeling your bones shatter and your organs collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would stand for certain death if it drew the underworld Prince to them. There was little chance for survival against Mammon, Prince of rapacity.

"So where do we go ?"molly asked, looking around to prepare sure that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned somebody, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the boundary line and hope we can leave unnoticed. From there, it's all a thing of trying to find our mien. But I know nothing for for sure, as I have never been to netherworld. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the selfsame outskirts of the true circle."

"Intruders !"a fiend howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of rive clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her hand at the daimon and launched a blast of lightning, but the creature dodged the attack and returned with a Dark pulse, all the while alerting every demonic entity in the expanse of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the flack, causing it to bend and change direction midstream.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the dry land, a wasted paw reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but mollie wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even pull in he was in her trace, she decapitated it from behind with a swing of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the ground, the hollo of his brother could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, demon and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"semen on, we have to take for the molding !"Molly said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the undercoat, the two fighters swerved between the mountains of detritus with the forces of Hell firing ray of light of energy down to try and hit them. Each missed beam would have a moral force blowup, throwing artifacts and trapped individual into the air like specks of dirt. As they glided at top speed, a wasted deal fusillade from the earth and grabbed Molly's ankle. The Sinner was not nearly strong enough to overpower her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilize mollie and place her rolling across the ground.

"Molly !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past her.

Molly looked up and her center widened as a building-sized pile of atomic number 79 bricks was directly hit with a dark Pulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the pile to run over and form an avalanche of crushing metallic element. pattern gold could never injure mollie in her convention class, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could recrudesce bones, and she could not become intangible and passing game through it.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"she called, creating her meat cleaver.

Swinging it like a whale fan, she created a hefty gale strength farting, more powerful than any solid ground violent storm. The hefty wind and the sword of vigour it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monsters in the air. The beasts were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken clappers and a few from getting melon-sized cakehole blasted in their chests. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A thunderous boom pushed aside molly's acquired self-confidence as a real hatful of old willpower erupted like a landmine, revealing a wight underneath. She was a behemoth in the form of a colossal turtleneck with armor pegleg, neck, and face and fortress on her back, brimming with cannons. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red beam eyes, the turtleneck swiveled her carom in their direction and began firing night impulse, tossing the paladin through the air with the blowup alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its range, then it can't hurt us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a pile of old watches.

"mulct, but we have to rest low to the reason. If we go up above the piles, that matter will shoot us out of the sky,"Molly said as she picked up a purple arctic strap-on, having obviously been worn by a womanhood in a tragical sex-related demise. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis would get a squawk out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, mollie and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like lowlife through a maze, with the capsize quickly losing sight of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"molly laughed.

"Demon Art : shadowiness play !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of death through the junkyard, she caught up to molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh shit ! Celestial Art : Sonic Sprint !"molly swore.

"backer Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, molly and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the turtleneck reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another path of wipeout in her backwash. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtle took aim with her cannons and hit them both with a direct bombardment of dark heartbeat, nearly knocking them unconscious mind as they crashed into the earth with smoking armor like a distich of racecars.

"I have an mind, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her bottom !"Molly panted, struggling to delay awake as she used a spell to repair her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtle like a fly, blasting her with theology Rays.

The beams of Light Within caused massive measure of devastation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each impact adequate to the clang and explosion of a propane hand truck. But regardless of the harm inflicted, the fortress would repair itself like shape through a healing spell, insuring that the carom were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the beast, mollie went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : Star birthing ! celestial Art : goose egg Gravity !"

She fired the small sphere of red light as the second spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a toy fusion response erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, stop her !"

"Angel Art : Creator Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the pitch turtle with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the polo-neck in the very nerve center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the priming with more power than a plane crash and instantly shattered every bone and plate in her body. Blood and guts sprayed in all directions as the polo-neck was ripped open like a bloated carcase, sending vane of bone through the air that were as strong and sharp as metal.

"shucks, she was tough,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not tough enough. get on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No Sooner had the flaming brand been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their genu by a dark energy on the air, making their limbs feel like dope. The glory was partnered with a gimcrack monstrous roar, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of Mammon, hell on earth Prince of greed.



Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to knowingness. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was suspended on the rampart of a medium-sized donjon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's chamber. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the other side of the room. The storey had lush carpeting and the walls were decorated with paintings and statues of naked figures, many in the midsection of involvement. There were no doors or windows in the room and no visible beginning of Inner Light other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hue of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the insect bite of the metal shackles, but Rosemary quickly realized that she was completely au naturel. She tried to draw on her king to recover her armor or break her binds, but she could not muster up the strength. She was not tired or sleepy, but her consistence was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my land,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her melanise hairsbreadth and gray skin flavor, the adult female looked exactly like Rosemary ; same body, Lapplander tallness, Lapp font, Saame everything. She too was completely naked, standing two animal foot below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the line that was being worn into her neck by her metal collar.

"The Circle of Lust,"the womanhood answered as she leaned forward and blew on Rosemary's tits, tickling her teat to fully points with her breath. rosemary shivered at the suddenly spark of arousal at the comb-out of her exposed torso. She tried to sharpen her thinker, needing to recover control and figure out a way to free herself.

"Are you the Hell Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this realm, but"Prince"is just a cockamamy sobriquet. I have no grammatical gender or body other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your soundbox ; this sweet impeccant body,"she said coyly before running her clapper up Rosemary's flat belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a osculation on the shopping center of her dresser.

Rosemary's breathing became promptly and shallow as she tried to suppress the powerful rush of arousal and horniness that swept through her. The sensual touch modality of this stranger's knife against her vulnerable au naturel body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take extra special care of you, so I decided that since you are an extra special Edgar Albert Guest, I would present that Hell isn't only about pain and straining. You can also bask in endless pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of Rosemary's teenaged breast.

Rosmarinus officinalis turned away, trying to push 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 soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger into rosemary's kitty-cat, swirling it between the diffused brim. Rosemary could feel something unlike from this touch, like the woman's digit carried an electric automobile charge. It was as if she were working a novelty shock toy in her pussy, making it adjacent to unacceptable to repress her pleasure.

"This is Lust Lightning, the big businessman which I use to electrocute the bedamn souls here. But this is a special gift for you, you'll experience pleasance that will mock your wildest fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between rosemary's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the peach flesh with her tongue.

Rosmarinus officinalis's whole organic structure was blushing red and every breath carried the flaccid moan as she desperately tried to suppress her rousing and maintain her lordliness, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her wearing apparel were gone. With her arm secured to the inhuman stone wall and the metal shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being able to stand firm Asmodeus, Rosmarinus officinalis's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually slavish alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her thighs were break with the wetness from her moistening pussy and she was crying in shame, having given her soundbox and thinker to Baltoh and now being used by this swayer of Demons… and loving it. On the early end, Asmodeus had worked three finger into rosemary's pussy and was fucking her furiously while licking off the tears that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your soul will belong to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't take it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to hold her smooth peg pressed together, but unable to overpower her simpleness.

Ignoring her whine, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her longsighted serpent-like clapper, gently prodding rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. rosemary struggled not to react to the burning pleasure between her legs, but small scissure of violet illumination were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low seismic disturbance of Lust Lightning to tease and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the oral fissure of her devotee, Asmodeus locked her mouth with the lips of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping pussy, hungrily drinking in her juice. Stimulating her clit with her lips and flexing her long wet tongue inside the velvet interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the science of a master, making it side by side to unimaginable to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was out of doors Asmodeus'palace, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The Angelica Archangelica had seen the"Prince"of lustfulness nobble the unconscious Valkyrie and take her to the highest tower of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the Bill Gates of her mountain-sized dark castling, deep in the jolty crags of Hell. The castle was split into three towers that pierced the bootleg bellowing cloud and made the skyscrapers on solid ground look like two-story field hut. It was made from the petrified dead body of naked men and women and along with being formed and placed to provide body structure for the palace, they were also arranged in perplex berth like frozen dancer, reenacting picture of sexual intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower towers where phallic shaped, and between the trio of steeple, ear-splitting cleft of violet electricity would curve across the stormy sky like the machines of the Frankenstein story. Lust Lightning surged through the tug in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the Windows to glow like Light Within. The incessant shock brought forth screams of agony from all the people used like bricks to create the statue, experiencing a deadly electrocution several times each minute.

Unlike the residual of Hades, the gender dispersion of the Demons was rival, with both male and female person beasts coming out to fight him. The rest were in the castle donjon, raping the spirits that had not been used to realise the social organization. Women were raped to the point where humans would die, forced to have the pain and abasement of sempiternal devil all taking crook on them, tearing them to patch from the interior out with their barbed tool and feeling the acid sting as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle torso and onto their naked figure. Often, their breasts or ass buttock were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butchered slice of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly cruel fate, being secured in branding iron Maiden-style coop that had tails piercing their limbs and torsos, as well as a length of biting wire holding out their tongues. The only parts of their bodies that weren't covered by the cage streak were their laps, where their penises had been forced to take full hard-on by the power of a rigidity tour. Unable to proceed or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female Demons used them as pleasance hard worker. However, like their male vis-a-vis, the genitalia of the distaff devil were more harmful than any human being or animals ’. Their pussycat were like pith hero, with the interior bulwark lined with ridgepole and vane as hard and sharp as Methedrine. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the material body of a man's member like a joggle on a lathe, but with a lot more than bloodline and mutilation, only for their injury to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to match like breeding papal bull, the men would yaup as their Cage shocked them almost endlessly with Lust Lightning.

Firing Spears of Destiny from his hands to slay the daemon as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his eyes fixed on the top of the highest towboat, knowing that rosemary was in extreme danger.

"bent on Rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedroom, Rosmarinus officinalis too was coming. Against her will and determination, her consistency had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her back talk, drinking in the juices that sprayed from Rosemary's twat like a hose. As Rosemary achieved her orgasm, her center began to fade in color as she entered a trance-like state. The ritual was taking affect, her soul was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the shadows of your creative thinker,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



Rosmarinus officinalis slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the first hotshot that greeted her. Was it the soreness in her cover and joints from her hunched-over lieu on all Little Joe, the dripping of her spit off the rubber gag in her oral fissure, or the feeling of the inhuman trading floor and bond against her carpus and ankles and the metal pinch around her neck opening ? Her psyche was a muzzy blank shell and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the last thing she remembered was and her senses were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her eyes and muscles began to retrieve their raciness, she tried to push herself up but could not move her hands or feet away from the floor. She was shackled in spot on all quatern. Seeing how far she could elongate, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of light on a cold roofing tile level. Sitting in the darkness was a gang of masses, forming a pack around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. rosemary tried to draw in forth her wings or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how heavily she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't break them but knowing she had to at to the lowest degree try. Her efforts brought chuckles of amusement from the men and womanhood watching her, making Rosmarinus officinalis blush in chagrin at the way they mocked her and stared at her naked body.

The clacking of high heels drew her attention and a cleaning lady came into aspect from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretaire with a black skirt, a Thomas Gray suit cap, and a dyad of glasses resting on her nose with her hair in a bun. Her case showed a mix of seriousness and ennui on her face as she flexed a riding crop in her hands. rosemary tried to speak to her, to telephone out genus Selene's gens, but her gag muffled every word.

At the phone of her gumming, Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the crop."secretiveness,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my computer storage a pure blank ?'Rosemary pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding harvest was dragged across her spine to the speech sound of genus Selene's high-pitched heels clicking on the flooring. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"scatter your legs,"Selene ordered.

Rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her rebelliousness brought her a voiceless thunder on the ass with the whip, sending the magnificent sound echoing through the room. Rosmarinus officinalis yelped as a stinging welt appeared on her left ass impudence, but the pain sent a euphoric flush through her body.

"Spread your legs,"Selene repeated.

Rosemary did as she was told, spreading her knee joint as far as she could and putting her pussy on display. She shivered in rousing as she felt the leather whip glide across her inner second joint and brushing against the lips of her pussy. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yip from rosemary and sending her excitement skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad young lady, and now everyone gets to watch as you get put in her stead,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but loud smack, causing the smooth out skin on her peachy ass nerve to realize a slight swell.

Hearing her Word of God and feeling the strangers'middle boring on her exposed consistence filled Rosmarinus officinalis with both superfluity and arousal as her subservient side began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. 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 knowledge of. By the metre genus Selene was done, rosemary's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for more punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosemary's view, making her eye as all-inclusive as dinner plates. The light source was shining off genus Selene's chocolate-shade peel and her full breasts jiggled with each trend, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nothing but her high heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two column inch in diam and almost a foot long. In Selene's men were the riding crop and the grip of a III, the other end being attached to the metal catch around Rosemary's neck. With a crack of the little lash, the alloy shackles holding Rosemary to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"seed on, walk like a lilliputian bitch,"Selene ordered, jerking the triplet and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all quaternary, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her cunt already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading intervention. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's round ass, shifting from side of meat to side with each pendulous swing of her hips. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the G-string shoulder strap nestled between her ass cheeks. With her strap-on dildo bounce, genus Selene led rosemary around the elbow room, past the shadowy looker-on. The hidden stranger laughed at Rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunts and torment only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would generate a rough Yankee on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosemary back to the middle of the room and pushed her facial expression down against the floor, unfastening her gag. rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. Selene raised her human foot, holding it just above Rosemary's human face."punch it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her knife across the black horseshoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like bounder, and kissing Selene's ft and ankle. Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing rosemary up onto her knees. Wrapping her finger's breadth around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of Rosmarinus officinalis, who was like a cervid caught in the headlights."Suck it, suck it like a good short slattern,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly opened her backtalk and wrapped her backtalk around the rubber member, bobbing her top dog back and forth and wishing it were real. The size and shaped she loved, but the cutaneous senses and heat she missed. A hard smack to her right breast told Rosmarinus officinalis that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her kept woman, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing Rosemary by the hair, Selene forced the whole toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to regurgitate. With tears streaming down her face, she held still, trying to witness some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her pharynx and Selene held her whisker. Finally, when she almost thought she would blackened out, genus Selene let go of her and Rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her chin and chest wet with dripping saliva.

Pulling her back with the leash, Selene waited until Rosmarinus officinalis's breathing place was steady before forcing her to come back and go on sucking it. Holding her parted lips a centimeter from the head, Rosmarinus officinalis took her last cryptic breathing spell as the layer of spit on the toy dripped onto her breasts. She didn't take the whole affair in her rima oris, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying unused layers. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her breasts with the riding harvest, making the raw flesh turn red with swoon wale.

genus Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosmarinus officinalis's oral cavity and smacked her across the facial expression, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her triad, she forced Rosemary onto her hands and knee joint and crouched down behind her."Bad lady friend need to be punished, are you make to be fucked with this big cock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosmarinus officinalis's hair and pinched her nipples brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please punish me with that big cock !"rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her whole consistency was shaking.

Spreading the lips of her pussy, Selene forced the toy into rosemary's dripping pussy, entering her without any pause or mercy. Working her fingers into rosemary's mouth, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to strike as much of it in and out of her as potential. She was moving with a fastness that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's f number just continued to grow, with her expectant firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosemary's pussy with the strap-on.

Her backtalk held unfold by Selene's fingerbreadth, Rosemary looked around the room at the people watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their legs from their energetic arousal. The pounding of her puss with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a cold car. Just as beautiful as the look were the dominative growling of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how fast genus Selene was moving, rosemary wished she could look back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to pick off the dildo with her tongue and nerve. rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious pussy juice off the dildo, wishing she were elastic enough to lick her own pussy. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto Rosemary's thighs, genus Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous attainment, swinging her humble body and pulverizing Rosemary's catch with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving soft cries of happiness as the severely gum elastic toy was driven into her. Her look was blushing red from the joyous spirit of her body being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipple, trying to get as a good deal stimulation as potential. Rocking back and Forth River on the frigid story, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the mountain of her bouncing breasts and wishing she could feel them and lick them.

Feeling the advance of her first of all orgasm, Rosmarinus officinalis licked her bridge player and rubbed her bosom, bathing in the kinky notion and the unrelenting throbbing of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a irregular when she felt someone grab her hand. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of rosemary's thighs. As her hands were pinned to the ground above her headland, Rosemary opened her center and looked up at Molly's face and her bowling formal white meat. Rosemary was desperate, longing to reach up and wrap her rim around the blond mantrap's erect nipples.

"Do you want to sop up my knocker ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, please let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and indulge her little sex slave, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosmarinus officinalis's face. The previous archangel immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft flesh with her wet tongue and sucking on her mamilla like a water bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful push, genus Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosemary's white meat especially hard, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic smell of her work force being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the enjoyable combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her snatch and Molly's bountiful teat smothering her face, rosemary was sent to the breaking point.

She gave a shrill groan as she had her first climax, but unlike all of the early ace, there was no jet of climactic juices spraying from between the back talk of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the sexual climax suddenly flooded her backtalk and throat as if they had been poured between her back talk. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected crapulence, as she could not find the source and the accession of molly's breasts on her face made her spirit like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her immobilise down and forced her to wassail it all. While rosemary was filled with awe and struggling to get air, the military group of the two women and the terror of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the coming itself finally ended, the secret flood of pussy juices stopped running down her throat and rosemary was able to rest without problems. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her clapper across her backtalk and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the sense of taste of her juices as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and mollie shifted position. With her genu on either position of Rosmarinus officinalis's head, Molly set herself down on the late Archangel, smothering her cheek with her pussy and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, mollie grasped Rosemary's ankles and pulled them back, completely putting her pussy and anus on showing. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet sleeve of molly's twat, Rosemary shivered as she felt workforce tentatively brushing against her smooth rear end and her slit, and they weren't the helping hand of Selene and she was sure they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their digit with her juices and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. Rosemary was so ruttish that she was desperate to finger the finger fall into place her anus, but she also wanted to get laid whom it was.

Rosemary gave a sudden and shrill hum of joy as she felt a sonant sass going to work on her wet puss, the stranger working their rim on the entryway and flexing their knife inside, stimulating her clit with expert skill. As her kitty-cat was orally stimulated, rosemary felt the unknown insert their digit into her asshole, working it back and forth in the tight wet wring, using her snatch juice as lubricant. As she tried to figure out who it was, she felt another couple of workforce squeezing her boob and pulling up on her mammilla, and the length of the nails and softness of the deal told her it was genus Selene. The hotshot was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosmarinus officinalis was struggling to take a breather with molly's delectably soft wet pussycat smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their mo finger into her motherfucker, rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something strange about the fingers, a cold unfeelingness on the back of her fingers. It felt… metallic.

"overlord,"Rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her glossa from mollie's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's nipper, he had never really used his hands very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his pincer had been replaced with the lowly metal plate on the backs of his script and fingers, and even though he had lost his farsighted branch Demon tongue, his mightiness of pleasure went well beyond simple strong-arm contact.

After several minutes of licking her pussy and fingering her bastard, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosemary looked up from under molly's pussy and graciously sucked his fingers clean with a feeling of worship on her face as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosemary laid her top dog back and Molly changed her side, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosmarinus officinalis's face with her firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this position, mollie was unable to moderate Rosemary's peg back, so genus Selene did it for her. With Rosmarinus officinalis's legs scatter, Baltoh hefted his cock and guided it into her open pussy, desperate to finger a large plenty within it.

Rosmarinus officinalis moaned as she felt him enter her, stretching her pussycat with his nous and ray of light. The sense experience was much card sharp than ever before, his turncock opinion so huge and hot in her slender body. The muscular missile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first off clock time, Baltoh forced his stopcock back into her like a hammer wedge. Moving his whole eubstance fast that he would kill a person woman or even an Angel, he began fucking her with deep powerful shoves. rosemary couldn't help but scream in happiness as he fucked her into degree of pleasure that surpassed her wildest phantasy. He was slamming her cunt with his cock with the same speed that a humming bird used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten sec before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was ready for the deluge of her puss juices to fill her lip and throat. Knowing how to take a breath, she gluttonously drank her cunt juice, even while she continued to bat Molly's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosemary took a deep breath of moderation as Baltoh pulled out of her and mollie moved off her grimace. She was allowed a moment's reprieve before she was forced to continue, this time with Selene straddling her fount, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lips of Selene's pussy, Rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much unlike than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricant other than just bodily fluids. It was as if her anus or his cock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dispassionateness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original yard, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the deepest corner of her anus. Without the mysterious lubrication, such fell pounding would be impossible to accomplish without accidental injury. rosemary was giving an unending shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the kinky erotism of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her fingers in Rosemary's gaping kitty almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two prison term, Rosemary was quickly brought to her one-third orgasm.

Not for sure how yearn she was out, Rosemary briefly lost consciousness from her exhaustion, the toll of her orgasms, and the sore apathy in her lower soundbox. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her workforce and knees with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge gumshoe toy lying mostly in her pussy. rosemary suddenly gave a tacky shriek as another vast dildo was forced into her tease anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the low clip since she had sex with Baltoh in the church service that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully kinky tone, it did bring tears to her eye and make her wince.

As she raised her oral sex, she felt a bridge player roughly grab her Kuki-Chin and squeeze her boldness. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a rocklike formulation on his face as he held his cock up, glistening with her bodily fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her mouth to blow it unobjectionable and appease him. As she began bobbing her principal back and forth and blowing him, genus Selene and Molly both began moving in unison, genus Selene bucking her pelvic girdle and forcing her strap-on into Rosemary's pussy and Molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her asshole.

As they reached the perfect machine-like round, Baltoh fully satisfied rosemary's masochistic desired and grabbed her headland, forcing his full pecker into her mouth. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating phallus, and even threw up a minuscule. Tears were streaming down her nerve from her vex gag reflex and she was desperately trying to breathe, but she was on cloud 9 in terms of sexual rapture, being punished and violated while onlookers watched like the TV audience of ancient roman type prizefighter battles.

As clock time went on, Rosemary slowly began to drift towards unconsciousness, and she could swear her senses were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and sonant to the tinge and she could no longer feel Molly's breasts against her rachis or Selene's against her own. Opening her oculus, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three ways by Baltoh… or transcript of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty cock, one was beneath her, bucking his coxa and pulverizing her hurt catch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not experience alarmed by this strange happening, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulder joint, rosemary felt the clone behind her handgrip her up, so that two duad of hands could grab her own. Looking around in the turning point of her eyes, she saw two clon, one on either incline of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her finger around their erect peter. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to give them proper handwriting jobs. With a Brobdingnagian cock in each hand, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the final exam in her cunt, her psyche was completely overwhelmed by the pleasance she was feeling. She could not even report the unfathomable wizard rushing through her entirely body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any Thomas More, she was forced to spread her eyes as a rush of pleasure rushed through almost every square inch of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and Molly had returned with clone and were all grinding against any exposed patch they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her feet, running their lingua across the sides of her chest and human face, and giving her outstretched blazon tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her trunk rubbing against the body of someone else, Rosmarinus officinalis had the greatest orgasm of her life. Her eye rolled back into her head and her hale body began to vibrate. As her torso was flooded with euphoric lovingness, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the pressure of fire hoses. source overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and pussy, mixed with the succus of her orgasm, as well as ran down her throat and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by thick white current coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to blunder out. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as layer after level of semen coated her body. Before long, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the stocky white sperm cell. It was like she was a gold statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the ruler of the Circle of lustfulness lying below her. Both of their naked bodies were glowing with a blue aura as she slowly stole Rosmarinus officinalis's soul. The thaumaturgy created a sexual fancy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imagination. The spell was powered by her sexual reaction to the magic, with her arousal accelerating the physical process.

As she drank in rosemary's someone and watched her in the head game, she was fingering herself and licking her rim."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fiery galaxy of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough power streaming from his sword to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a hustle of gash to Tenebrous, but the demon King blocked them all with his claymore of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to fork up his hundredth attack in the secondly, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the costa with catastrophic power, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a bloodline of planet, turning them into crumbling rings of fire and stone.

"fiend Art : apocalypse Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered planet cores faster than the swiftness of light. Putting Lucifer's ultimate approach to shame, he fired a black and red beam of energy powerful enough to wipe out a solar system.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or slow down.

At the sound of his voice, a lake-sized vortex appeared in straw man of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the emptiness between dimensions where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the shriek blast, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the terminal planet in the tiny air hole of blank space. With rubble and terrorise fiend flying around them, the two scrapper began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made light molecule look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt recovery !"Tenebrous cackled, having the prison term of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed planets, a powerful arm with pulsing muscles and dark scale of measurement stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine baron so that Baltoh couldn't just break rid of it without elbow grease. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's thorax at the collarbone, driving straight through his breast. Tenebrous smiled at the passel of Baltoh coughing up parentage, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the light around it, Baltoh's coat began to swirl and amplify with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearing as his body seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulating cape took phase into a barrel-sized black trap, as unattackable and threatening as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to consume light itself, the black hole grabbed tenebrous with its unseeable claw and slammed him into it like a stick out hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in frustration at the world power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to turn his drumhead enough to see Baltoh various millions of international mile away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : sublunar Cataclysm !"

With a snarling boom, a burst of twisting fire and pit appeared above his head, taking variant into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and large as a Continent. Layers of bedrock appeared around the area, securing it tightly in countless layers until the heating system could not be sensed on the surface. With a racy aura, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as sea crashed on its open upon their birth. Rising up from the soil, towering trees took root, looking for sunlight. The unscathed instauration had taken only a handful of arcsecond to complete and was almost a perfective bionomic eq to Earth.

His face contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to sweep over the gravitative pull of the melanise muddle. Sending heart rate of scant across the universe, the major planet slammed into Tenebrous dead on, crushing him with its weight and the major power of the melanize hollow as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the major planet wrapped around the pitch blackness pickle and was pulled into the shadow, waiting for Tenebrous to defecate his move.

The answer came with a booming joke and a lightlessness supernova of shadow fervour, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the melanize hole and destroying them both. The dark Hellfire surged across the solar scheme, obliterating the demolish planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffective to even come near him. In the kernel of the gyrating flood of red region, Tenebrous was laughing as forte as possible in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of stomachs and tracts of Baal, dodging the spikes of physique and bone that were filling the corridors in an endeavor to skewer and defy them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozens of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of belly acid. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could avail, their efforts would seduce no deviation, and without Baltoh to create wooing of armor and turn them into reformer, it would only retard them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the thirdly metre we passed that raft of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to figure out the chassis of this creature and see the esophagus so that we will consume a straight guessing to the mouth, but I don't think it's that simple. None of these stomachs seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to furnish only space for the damned and allow for the easy movement of those parasites. I think damned souls are deposited here some other way, possibly through transit hidden within the flock of these walls, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a close down circuit, but what if he tried to actuate through it outside of the gastric piece of land ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must have colossal parentage vessels, right ? Possibly large enough for us to be active through ? If we can deal to burn down through a rampart of these gut and break into an arteria, then we can use it to get to the nub. Once there, we destroy the reed organ and hopefully weaken this monstrosity enough to make our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some variety of mucous secretion membrane or spell, these walls are completely protected from physical and DOE attacks."

"True, but we may be capable to absent that barrier if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a halt at an intersection with a ventilation shaft-sized artery in the ceiling and Selene drew a sorry crystalline lens in the air."celestial Art : quartz Ice Ray !"

The released balance beam of Christ Within sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a pendant of ice, while almost doubling its size every moment. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the chamber with a growing crisphead lettuce. After reaching the stage where it had blocked off all the passageway, a moan echoed through the tunnel and the DoI rampart began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the flesh, it still reacts to weight and impacts, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the cold kickoff seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the flesh around the perimeter of the ice began to swell and bruise as the system of weights cut off circulation through the capillary tubing, wearing down the protective tissue layer and allowing for the frozen frigidity to get to work. With its glacial bite, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a single golf stroke, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A falls of profligate poured down into the sleeping room, but knowing that the lesion could close and heal itself at any bit, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their queasiness, they crawled through the river of Demon blood, working their way through Baal's organic structure. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt like hours through the arteria. After an unnamed measure of time, the steadily flow of the parentage became a pulsing billow, slamming into them with all the power of a flash flood and forcing them back. Even with their lastingness, they could not fight the powerful beatnik of the nearby heart and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the chest caries, Selene and Michael raised their powerfulness floor to burn off the rip and then turned around, facing the heart of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the size of a warehouse and had a much different conception than a human's or even most animate being ’. It had veins reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute blood through the physical structure and well over a dozen chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's stomach. Would you care to do the laurels ?"

With a grinning, Michael drew his flame sword."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downward diagonal of his sword, carving through the midst muscle without too a lot difficulty and causing a flood lamp of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire chamber and forcing Selene to take to the air to keep off getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now find our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep vocalisation laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping fangs appeared up above the pith, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a crabwise gash across the ticker out of nastiness. This only drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a Demon as teeth to a animate being that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any meter, I could get killed you without any hassle, but you proved to be very concern. But now the show is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most delicious,"he cackled as a tongue reached out and licked the fat sass that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"Selene laughed."The solely matter that kept Baltoh from killing you inferno Princes was your ability to sidestep his fad bang. The fact that you still live means you either you have an regular army of Masters of anguish and heavyweight guarding you or you're just so big that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pathetic, you lived for over 40,000 geezerhood in fear of his shadow."

"Know your place, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to melt in stomach. The only intellect why you were capable to climb into my artery is because I let you out of sake ! There is aught you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniac grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a boom out laugh. Like a shit lowering its trump, Selene pointed the pourboire of her liquid metal wings at Baal's mouth. The mini solar organization above her head that had replaced her glory 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 disbelief as the sun's visible light grew in intensity.



shining as brightly as a headliner, a lingua of dissolve atomic number 79 and silver shot up from the astuteness of the volcano, taking Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and curing. A diabolic underframe of pure sterling Hellsilver took material body with foresighted hook extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like horns reaching up from the grinning human-like face. The systema skeletale was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the brawniness and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the font remained without flesh. His eyes glowing brightly, mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming laugh, terrifying mollie and Gabriel. He then raised his hired hand and a ring of fervor surged up from the mountains around junkyard, like the Hellfire fencing that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any chance of being able to bunk ?"molly asked.

"Not a chance. I doubt even our spells will let us let on through that barrier, so our only when hope is to fight him and hope for the honest,"the Angelica Archangelica replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the Hell can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of rapacity weighed down on her like a laboured backpack.

"fountainhead then all we can do is try and populate long enough for help to hail ! Watch out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them prison term to dodge. Knowing that there was nothing they could do to change the situation, the fighters resolved to just buy as much fourth dimension as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"mollie called, launching a colossal beam of drear electricity. Being like emmet fighting an elephant in terms of size and strength, their spells had short affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a stinging wound on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can kill me with such sad attacks ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a flack of ruby fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to buckle and melt from the proximity to the blast. His whole right incline badly burned and his wing incinerated, Gabriel was ineffectual to stay in the air.

"Celestial Art : meteoroid annihilation !"mollie shouted in frustration, forcing herself to count away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of gold from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy rocket to shoot forward fast enough to damp the audio roadblock and have a transonic boom. The block of gold slammed Mammon in the thorax, nearly causing him to shine back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him thunder in pain. This was the chance of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : sculpture duster !"she cast, hoping that the plan of attack would decrease Mammon's power.

With each grain impacting with enough strength to drive through a armored combat vehicle, Molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his heat and power like a fervency being extinguished. Blinded by the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin and feeling it seal his tycoon back into his trunk, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to gage off and stood back up in the mouth of the volcano. Snarling in infliction, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a glob of liquidity Hellsteel, hitting Molly drained on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to free herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burn, Gabriel once again took to the sky to supplant molly, after summoning four Hope Beacons to promote his strong suit even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with fire : Angel Art : electrocution Moon slicing !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy flames surging from his raised steel.

As his elevation increased, the storm of fire grew in size and chroma, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the Hellfire that was still burning. He swung his steel in circles, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the blast to its maximum mightiness. Roaring in purpose, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flames compressed into a massive crescent blade, the size of a sports stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the clap with his hand, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more posture than he had expected. Struggling to fight back the great power of the leaf blade, he released a powerful snarl to antagonise the vibration of his body. Knowing that this was his one chance to visit some heavy damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's paw with all of his strength, turning it into a two-fold attack that overpowered mammon. The Hell Prince roared in agony as the bam cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a Brobdingnagian gash across his thorax that managed to break through his robes and muscular tissue of gold and respite through five atomic number 47 ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the endorsement of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"mollie beckoned from senior high in the sky.

Mammon had just adequate time to look up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara and the Queen Victoria poured down onto his molten ore body and his volcano, causing Thomas More steam and smoke to spew up than the volcanoes of Hawai'i in a class. He howled in nuisance as his torso was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The inundation of saltwater coursed down the sides of the volcano, flooding the fort before washing across the miles of detritus piles like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The spell soon ended and molly landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoke fragment of gold and ash grey that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several big go running through it with molten ore oozing from it like wooden-headed syrupy blood.

Molly had a with child smile on her cheek at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a Hell Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained sceptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an ominous laughter echoed from the volcano.

Just like the showtime time, a jumbo deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking contour into a pinched golem with muscles and chassis of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat me with such a pitiful attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of solid state gold around his volcano.

"hoot it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no metre to recover our energy or flee."

Molly stepped forward, squinting at mammon."Wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's smaller than before and splattering Au with each movement. Before, he was bombastic and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every plan of attack we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is dissimilar ?"

"The volcano, that's the source of his top executive ! That colossus we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the deal ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the vent itself ! look, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from terms !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the volcano, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these girls right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"right field, there is no full point in fighting that affair coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of ability. None of our tenacious aloofness spells are strong enough to break through that carapace, let alone efface the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and kill us."

molly just grinned and spread her annex before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her face, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar system revolving above her head word moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raphael sprinted up the outer stairway running up the central tug. His armour kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fire up a lamp chimney shaft and with his wings retracted, the nothingness and water system of the furious gale storm above the castle was not strong enough to go up him off his feet, though the immense bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging eruption that made each step several prison term more difficult. Like the relief of the castle, the mainstay between each window was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freeze wind and water battered their soundbox. Raphael ran past and even stepped on more goddamn somebody than he could count, 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 friend was in the most peril and that getting others involved would only slacken him down.

Down below him, the bulwark and early buildings surrounding the main column of the castling were piles of burning rubble, with Demon body percentage scattered everyone and blood splattered across every surface. While their Numbers had been great and their combined power was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just conduct them on one at a time. While it was a dull process and the incertitude of his ally's luck made it unmanageable, he survived with picayune impairment or DOE loss.

Without warning, a long black tail broke through the ceiling and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the tempest. Raffaello Sanzio looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his level despite the wind and rain. The Gargoyle released a gaudy shriek and reached out with one of its clawed manpower, nearly slamming Raphael into the wall. As a upsurge of luxuria Lightning crawled up the column and illuminated it with violet light, Raffaello Santi gave a thunderous roar and bound off the destroyed staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the tempest. The wildcat grabbed its foe, holding Raffaello Sanzio out from its soundbox. Refusing to punt down, Raffaello Santi hacked off the wolf's script, freeing himself from its bobby pin and making it ululation in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slash to the puppet's cervix, decapitating it. As he and the brute began to fall, Raphael pointed his mitt back at the towboat and launched a prayer beads concatenation, using it like a grappling sweetener to grab onto one of the human pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to catch his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too former to write rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a grouping of Demons on the stairwell, raping a few curse souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and break out resign from the palace structure. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beasts with four straightaway virgule and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet train and zooming all the way up the stairway in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the rampart of Asmodeus'bedchamber, flooding it with the dim light from outside. The ruler of the Circle of lustfulness was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving body on the floor in the center of the room.

"Rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one knee, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of melanise sens and kicked him in the thorax, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his head word to the auditory sensation of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosmarinus officinalis, nudging her body with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Scheol have you done ? ! Why do you seem like Rosemary ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her soul. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the Circle of Lust. I simply fell in love life with this missy's dead body and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breather from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my Quaker, you shall suffer a fate forged than the most pitiful person in this world !"

Asmodeus'look transformed, her cheeks splitting overt to reveal longsighted needle-like teeth, her centre becoming jet-black and almost reaching the sizing of clenched fist, and her long black hair writhing like serpent. Clapping her hands together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raffaello Santi, making his totally trunk jerk and causing his steel to decrease out of his manus. He tumbled to the ground, ineffective to run as the major power of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could face soul like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly garden angelica could never daydream of having a probability against a ruler of netherworld !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? supernal Art : Elemental bond !"rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four spheres of energy, each having consumed her appendage, suddenly pulled on her tree branch. Her depart metrical foot locked in a sphere of body of water, her right ft in a heavens of Stone, her right hired hand burning in a flaming orb, and her left bridge player trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of crackling electricity stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the ground, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, far securing her. Stronger than brand and imbued with the power to drain vigour, it sealed her in position so that not even her midsection could impress.

"How ? ! How is it potential ? ! I stole your mortal !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break free of her prison.

"simpleton, you stole ONE of my souls. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an garden angelica, I was created through the fusion of an regular army of Angel soulfulness instead of given life by Yahwe. True, you managed to steal a piece of me, but it's naught I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that someone with my energy so that you would recollect it was my avowedly heart. I used it as a decoy to keep you from noticing my other booze. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never ignore a probability for some kinky fun,"Rosemary said, wishing that there were More the great unwashed around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to view was the astonished Raphael, staring at her with all-inclusive eyes."And don't even bother trying to founder free of those while, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive magnate like the other Hell Princes. Instead, you force your enemies into submission with mind-bending illusions. However, after all the meter I spent linked to you through that delusion, I studied your powers and developed a genial immunity. In verity, you are rickety than the Masters of straining in term of raw index, but your fancy are strong enough to conquer the other Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a inferno Prince, I will still take you out with my most muscular magic spell to make sure that you don't survive. Raffaello Sanzio, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his steel and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her fender as her with her illumination solar arrangement gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raphael thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized planets between her wings began to orb around the sun at rattling speeds.

"It was an incomplete technique, but one that is more powerful than any garden angelica or devil spell…"molly said as an atmosphere of energy formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his buff and loyal followers. It is his gift, the world power to regulate fate itself,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as the castle began to shake from the insurmountable power radiating from her organic structure as she charged the bam. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the women were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and dedication to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to intervene ! Not even the Hell Princes can endure up to our loyalty and strength !"sll three women shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beams were released, each giving off as a great deal tycoon as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the dependable powerfulness, Selene's focused Ne blast carved through Baal's home like a blowtorch through snow, boring a tool straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of light expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant luminance upon the surrounding mountain mountain range.

With a mess blasted opened and Baal in too very much torture to check them, she grabbed Michael's hand and turned around. With her back to the shaft, she fired again, this time into the depths of the perdition Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the showtime blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the rebound of the blast and jibe out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly mountain that was the Demon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly rotund stegosaur with demonic feature. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with recollective claws, his chief had no poke and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by heart, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened rubble that the wind had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a rough ridge that had existed since the birth of the mountains around him.

They looked back just in metre to see the entire Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud large enough to eliminate the entirety of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled rake and bowel in all steering like a hulk 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 miles with Michael hanging on for dearest spirit and trying not to be blinded by the brainy light.



With molly, her flack's sizing multiplied every arcsecond, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a century feet. Raising his manus and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Apocalypse irruption and desperately launching it to counteract the bang. The two beams collided like cat valium of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across sin and causing the entire junkyard to instantly move up into the air and dematerialize from the sheer mightiness. Regardless of mammon's strength, the Revelation of Saint John the Divine eructation was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute Cataclysm eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the Hades Prince, the shaft's spoke alone was nifty than the height of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery mass, shattering it like glass and obliterating the ore shadow. As the molten stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a final 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. Outside, every damned somebody and demonic entity looked up and gasped as the highest peak of the tug exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a neon beam, as herculean as a solar flair. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of sin, and in every circle, the black and red clouds and the burn sky were blocked out by a brilliant colorful igniter show, like the Aurora Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the charm faded and the fair sex stopped to take in their breathing time. mollie and rosemary fell to their articulatio genus, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the same flurry of amazement, awe, and plethora filled their minds as they realized just how practically strong Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hades, they were all thinking the same thing.

"holy place shit, you just killed a nether region Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three woman smiled."Yeah, now let's go uncovering Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in full view, a portal vein opened up in the space of Hell and the archangel and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a victor of agony on how to gain access to Tenebrous'orbit. The first thing they felt was extreme difficulty in breathing. Even while the infinite of Hades was not a vacuum like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suits provided their own air supplies, there was More energy in the environs than the output of a billion Sun across their lifetime. Selene and the others had to kick upstairs their power levels just to keep from being crushed to last and to take a breath. Looking out over the blood-red wandflower, they all gasped at the scenery taking place before them, for even on a astronomical musical scale, the rippling from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were inconceivable to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmea, crashing into a red region sensation with enough force to tap it off its orbital stance and sending about a fifth part of the flaming spraying off comparable piss from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his hand and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : Galactic Ocean !"the Celestial Avatar roared. Holding more material than a solar system, a waterspout of pee appeared before him, big enough to drown several dozen planets. The deluge caught the Hellfire star and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor exhibitioner !"he then called, clapping his script together and causing the entire torrent to freeze solid in a second. He then pulled his workforce apart, making it all shatter into hundred of trillions of javelins, all hard than Hellsteel and imbued with Jehovah power. Swinging his arm, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a cloud of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the speed of light.

"Demon Art : Planetary devil baby's room !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his bid, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the side, almost making it face like the spherical head of a gargantuan teras. Forming on its glowing red center and clenched jagged teeth, zillion of daemon were brought to life, their consistence forming from the dust of the black major planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the planets surface, killing every undivided one of them in lupus erythematosus than a bit. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like 20 machine accelerator pedal carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to retain the planet in place, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast aloofness. Before the demon King could retaliate or represent himself. Baltoh slashed him across the backrest, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge gash in his back. But even with his sword of Negroid hole thing drawing in topic and twinkle, Tenebrous'body was so dense that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a bullet through ice, causing continent-sized pieces to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his ascendancy and Balance and raised his sword."Demon Art : Blood rain !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of vigor were fired with the mightiness of Old Nick's Apocalypse bang. Baltoh swerved through blank, dodging each blast like a biker going down the state highway in the wrong focal point. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his sword power and absorbing the eruption into a compact nuclear membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the battle with awe and everlasting disbelief, staring at the chemical chain of wandering eructation 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 acts of bambino compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stamp out the life-time of the Hell Princes like ant under a steamroller. genus Selene was the most astonished, unable to trust that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two fighters locked blades with loose flames streaming from the devil Billie Jean King's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unparalleled speed, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the rachis, piercing his heart with the Stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of blood and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to knife him over and over again like a stitching machine moving at the fastness of light. The Hellfire sword pierced his body respective thousand clock time, nearly cutting Baltoh in one-half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail end, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the world before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested planets. The impact was right enough to send fissure across the surface of the dark public, easily visible from outside its cranial orbit. Charging towards him like a pig, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his car horn, 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 heal his trauma and retrieve his strength. He had used up about half of his top executive so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely fresh. If he were to have any chance of slaying the devil King, he would need to bring out the big hitman and stop trying to have on him down.

In the corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his side of meat, Baltoh gave a roar that was heard across the coltsfoot."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA individual !"

From his consistency, the Light of a thousand Sunday shined as an unfathomable tidal waving of fire surged out in marvellous focal point. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the light just a split instant before he was caught in the spinning waving. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute Cataclysm to shame, the supernova reached out in all centering and lit up the ruby galaxy with its nuclear flaming, burning 100 of times brighter than any natural lead death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in shadow energy for protection, using his own power to prevent from being burned to a potato chip in the atomic fire. Suddenly, the flame around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able-bodied to look up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized hotshot, compressed into a magnetic disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear phonograph recording down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his steel, using it to block the flatten star that threatened to cut him in one-half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal moving ridge of flaming stretched across blank space, the saw vane of compressed nuclear explosions pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windshield of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even acknowledge Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened star in his hand.

Baltoh threw the phonograph record, this time vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to damn as he saw the paper-thin brand of nuclear fervency flying towards him, but was unable to stop it from slamming into his back. The agony of the cosmic fire saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the start sun to knock his sword aside and dash into his stomach. The two grinding blades continued to whirl with Tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the Demon King, knowing that this was his chance to end the battle. tenebrific suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an wickedness smile."Just kidding. Demon Art : cosmopolitan Extinction !"
He swung his blade, shattering the two flattened suns. In an eruption that was darker than a inglorious cakehole, a cosmic sea of red region surged out in all counsel, like the shadow equivalence of the supernova spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his cape for security.

Teleporting to the other side of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all accomplishment and technique, both enemy began wildly slashing at each early, not even bothering to block or fudge any blast. Their sword were moving like the blade of a food central processor as they basically hacked away at each former, sending stock and bloodshed flying.

Acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his palm and Tenebrous was forced back by an unseeable shockwave."Celestial Art : reasoned Shatter !"

Roaring like an animal, he gave off a sound Wave that was gimcrack than anything else in the chronicle of the creation and went across every frequency. The pulse traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'galaxy like a rippling through a pool after the plash of a large Harlan Fiske Stone. Every planet and shooting star that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the nuclear level, with the vibe having shaken the bonds to the gunpoint of breaking. tenebrous covered his ear and howled in pain as his cells threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Shirley Temple Black Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his head, he formed a mountain-sized smuggled hole with altered abilities, negating its gravitational drag. Baltoh closed his hands into clenched fist, causing the totally black hole to develop apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the black marbles at the Demon King as the enchantment suggested, each heater weighing Thomas More than an entire star and flying at well past the speed of light, The stream of hummer rained down on Tenebrous, each round of golf striking with incomprehensible power, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his frame. Not even he could remain firm up to the marbles'weight and power as they struck like sniper office.

But even with his body broken and battered, he still had more than enough magnate to throw away a spell."Demon Art : blackness Thread Hex !"

crackle like bolts of lightning, a net of millions of blackened cords with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his car horn towards Baltoh. The Celestial Avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would have Tenebrous a immense advantage. He teleported behind one of the ogre worlds and watched to see what would happen. The storm of bladed cords struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. Chunks of gem were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cords'astuteness, until finally shattering like a delicate wine-coloured crank in someone's powerful grip.

‘ shit it, I'm running out of power, it's clock time to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his steel, severing all the cords with an invisible diagonal of power. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his power for one of his ultimate attacks."ethereal Art : Gamma Ray Burst !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so very much as a star, lighting up the world. A spinning discipline of ardour and gas stretched out from the core like a vortex, and from the center field on either side of the gargantuan combustion coin, a beam of silver and violet energy was launched. Everyone watching the conflict gasped as a logical argument of light source arched across the coltsfoot, one end surging straight towards tenebrific with enough power to ca-ca the Resolute tragedy look like a optical maser pointer.

Having recovered from his combat injury Tenebrous held out his manus and began gathering a orbit of smuggled and red energy."daimon Art : apocalypse Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming destruction ray.

The two unstoppable forces collided in a catastrophic burst of light and vigor so sinewy that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to count away to keep back their eyes from melting from the blinding twinkle, which surpassed all early effect in the population. This was god-level fighting at its bloom ! The light finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite sides of the galaxy, the late gasping for air while the latter showed no foretoken of fatigue. Even over such a vast aloofness, they could both see and discover each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the Saame room.

"Someone looks tired, want me slow down so you can film a fracture ?"tenebrific taunted.

‘ hoot it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his sod, I've given him the ultimate vantage. Being the owner of the Throne of inferno, as long as he is in Hell itself, his index is limitless. Trying to fatigue 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 ride out awake. Let's finish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop of power he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized stars, all at decisive mass and on dying'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 headland of Lucifer with charging Apocalypse Eruptions between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the full universe of Hell !'genus Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jump back to terra firma !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barrier between the universes so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raffaello Sanzio argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'onset approached their maximum story of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed boost magical spell, everyone shot through the empty space as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the beetleweed as world would countenance. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his finger, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest corner of space, so far away that Tenebrous'galax looked like just a red star. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would take place. vertebral column in the crimson coltsfoot, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were unable to say auf wiedersehen to them, because after this onset, you won't exist in any configuration or anatomy !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no demand to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

stern Baltoh, all the wizard went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disc of attack and gas while launching their gamma ray volley. Behind tenebrious, all the Lucifer heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse eructation. In the very nerve center of the galaxy, the bam met. From the corner of space, everyone became breathless as a bright light could be seen shining from the red wandflower in the distance. It was not only smart, but… growing, like an submerged burst. Moving faster than the police of physics would provide, the light surged across place in all instruction like a cosmopolitan tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the luminosity reached their perspective and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in space, unsure whether he was alive or dead. His dress were shredded, blood oozed from wounding that covered nigh of his body, and his mother wit were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I go ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few Muriel Sarah Spark of energy.

Baltoh opened his eyes, though that feat alone was like a human picking up a slew. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The crimson Galax urceolata was gone, reduced to a misty sweat of mellow particles. There wasn't a single intact corpuscle in the integral galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw Department of Energy.

Without warning, a vane of condensed hellfire pierced his chest of drawers from behind, driving straight through his core. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a I injury and at full persuasiveness. Baltoh stared at the sword with his completely soundbox trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it have no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his blade to channelise him at the former center of the galaxy, where his disastrous throne still hovered, undamaged except for a great offer across the backrest."Behold, the literal Throne of Inferno ! As long as I am here, my superpower aren't just divine, they are limitless ! Even with all your strength, you can not face all the business leader of this universe on your own ! No affair how hard you fight, as long as you are in nether region, you are tiddler's bid to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the darkness ! iniquity has no weakness !

The almighty Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and faint ! How about I let your friends come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, unable to conglomerate any enduringness with the monster magnate's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow energy from his own laurel wreath and sent it across space at speed that dwarfed fire up itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's friends, the chap in Tenebrous'throne began to stretch forth and widen. In the corner of space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, more cracks began to come out in his throne and diminished tongues of Hellfire began to leaf out.

bringing them to the fit, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. tears ran down the women's faces as they saw the lost Department of State he was in.

"Look upon your Saviour, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever remember that is the power of swarthiness that rules over everything !"tenebrous thundered as more cracks began to appear in his commode. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at genus Selene."You will be the starting time to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to recover some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but mollie, Rosemary, and the Archangels quickly got between them with their arm drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at to the lowest degree slow up him down, but the Demon King effortlessly carved them down with his hellfire sword. Reaching genus Selene, he raised the vane above his brain, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the toilet of Hell suddenly shattered. tenebrious brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could bear on 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 blade and back at the potty of Hell. The black crapper of human and Demon osseous tissue was gone, the ominous inside having broken away to disclose a crapper of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to read it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even clear her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a grinning on his face. Tenebrous looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the dead on target Throne of the pits, no longer being corrupted by your evilness. That black shield that coated it before, you used that to use the Throne of Hell and keep it in your control so that it would give you mogul instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the injury in his chest.

"The Thrones have wills of their own and their world were formed with a determination : Heaven to reward the virgin, Cinereo to maintain the balance, and snake pit to punish the sinners. Tenebrous took the throne of perdition and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the sealskin broken and Hell freed from his evilness restraint. After all, how could the plaza that punishes sinners be ruled by a fiend ?"

"So you're saying that the Throne of Hell has now rejected him ?"molly asked.

"Yes, and with the cachet broken, it will no longer offer him office. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A perfervid aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his wounds."You could say that Hades and I are under good condition with each early,"he said as a sector of vitality 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 lost.

"You're a prevaricator and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal popular opinion ; it is the decree of Hell ! Hell and I fight slope by side, Hell is my ally, and we exist for the like reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this land for far too farseeing, and it is metre for you to pay the price ! In the name of netherworld, I will obliterate you !"Baltoh thundered with the heavens of energy growing in 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 friends out of injury's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrious stammered as he looked at the vault of heaven of power in Baltoh's hand and the light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most brawny and serious spell ; Celestial secrecy. The tycoon in which to take out a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what opportunity 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 shimmer spell.

"You can not escape from your hell !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his mind, he had the orb yaw through the air and strike the one-time devil top executive in the chest.

Upon tangency with Tenebrous, a orbicular circumference with a wheel spoke of five miles radiated from the enchantment, severing that space from world. The celestial sphere quickly began to shrink, compressing all the matter within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a vacuum ; it left a gaping maw in the universe and the fabric of space and time. tenebrious gave one final thunder of brat as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the matter trapped within it. Defying the laws of physical science, it continued to shrink, crushing all the affair beyond the dot of lightlessness hole fabric 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 glossa of flaming brushed against his hide and apparel like the fur of an creature, causing no impairment. They barely even felt real. Sitting in the stool of snake pit, he took a deeply intimation and thought back through his unit risky venture. It was done, there was still study to be done in infernal region, innocent souls to save, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery realm had been defeated and the race of devil would soon be extinct. The straightaway past barely meant anything, what was important was the hanker condition. Would he take the Throne of hell and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even rule them both ? Would he take back to Earth with Selene ? Was it potential to truly find peacefulness after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could person who had fought for tenner of thousands of years and reached the levels of a god truly put away his sword and stop combat ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a Elwyn Brooks White suit, had a pair of backstage with sterling silver feathers, and his ring was in the course of a summit of light. His hair's-breadth was E. B. White and combed back and he had a short beard and his skin colour was a light tan, as he was of Middle Eastern bloodline. He was walking casually on the empty space as if he was taking a stroll through the park and came to a stop beside the commode of Hell.

"I established a back entrance in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Almighty, one of the earliest Angels and the ruler of Eden. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to look until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to ill-use in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne 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 raging with me. It was because of my rules that your master copy human mortal were sent to Hell in the first place. It is because of me that heroes have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my book binding on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of goodness that does. You meddled with the world of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let wars and organized religion burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the throne with his tent finger in forepart of his face.

"That is straight. I pulled away from the earthly concern because I realized the mess I had made and wanted living being to be able to mould their own lives. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to rule over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that someone to go far and bring balance so that the war between light and darkness could come to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the same icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to stay angry at me ? I sent genus Selene and molly to let you have sex 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 arrest in the past ?"He asked.

"You really possess spent too much clock time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. Past, present, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the botheration that I've endured. You've led a cosset living compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for somebody born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, keep your grievance ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my question about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the Throne of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of junk and melted quark that were hovering in the zero gravity."This all started because of too a great deal interference in some places and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to observe order, so to start, I think I'll apply social club. That's all you need to bed old man."

"Funny, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 old age old,"Jehovah mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the underworld do you want from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still need to originate up. It is time for you to come to price with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three land, too much wrath and furiousness. You were born because of hatred the earthly concern and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to lend ordering and balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can exist with all this hatred, or if the letup in fight will stir the beast and cause it to use up you and twist you into darkness, just as it has to so many others. You have the tycoon 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 incorrect ambitions.

You've gone through a with child change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your big businessman comes from. It's time to change who you are as well."God Almighty said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the Throne of infernal region with his fount 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 tearful beauty crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her strength. Her words were unimaginable to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how care she had been about him.

"It's ok, genus Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the smell of her silky hair. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh routine and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her human face buried in the side of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my dearly sweet rosemary, you are so miserable,"he teased, causing her to joke.

rosemary finally let ago, letting molly show her attention. Like Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the bosom."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raffaello Sanzio and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hired man and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the conclusion to congratulate him, and he did it with the lovesome smile he had ever worn."You were once my sworn enemy, but you are now my keen friend and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your master, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's oddment."Michael, of all the garden angelica, you have always been the one with the strongest will to off evil and enforce justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of sin to you, so that you may rein this land and make sure that iniquity is never allowed to raise again. I trust you to pretend Hell what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to conk. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her Kuki before giving her a lenient candy kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an outlet for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, mollie, and rosemary reappeared on the riverside of New York, right where they had left. Barely a back had passed on Earth since their divergence, and Earth was still in a frenzy as hoi polloi tried to figure out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ People of earthly concern, get a line my vocalization,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his delivery to the language of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the dry land as people looked at each former and simultaneously asked,"did you see that ?"

‘ My figure is Baltoh, and I am the god and swayer of this universe. I am speaking to you now so that you may know what has transpired here. The war in New House of York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the assistant of the forces of nirvana, I have slain the Devil and his land now lies in ruination. A great change has arrived and the power of swarthiness has been brought to its low-toned point since its nascency. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the firing of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will disgorge this worldly concern of the immorality that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to penalize the evildoer and nirvana to honour the virtuous, I will reshape this world so that all good citizenry can live in peace and happiness. I will end the corruption, the state of war, the greed, and the distress, and all I ask in return is your good will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no congratulations, only a pure heart and beneficial deeds. If you can ransom yourselves and chuck your souls of evil, then this world can finally turn a utopia.

No matter what religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Moslem, or any other, you are equal in my eyes and have the same opportunities and obstacles to get yourselves on the in good order course. Your faith means cypher to me, only your works and your firmness of purpose to make this creation a better place for everyone will dictate your place in the next cosmos. This metamorphosis will be hard and there will be rebellions fueled by greed and immorality, but together, we can constitute this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely remold who we are, but now, in this prison term, the large chance of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the offence of the past times, we can finally enjoy the give instead of enduring it, and we can sleep together that the time to come will be even bang-up. This is our fortune to cleanse this public and reacquire the true will to inhabit and desire to do estimable. The time of pain in the ass and hatred is over, the time of jurist has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal followers."Let's relief and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburbs of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. Behind him was a blue-painted menage with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly couple with chocolate-shade hide were holding hired man and with looks of dread on their faces as their girl explained everything that had happened. Without even having to front back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. several minute of arc later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her body shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Green Mountain State, molly was having a like conversation with her phratry, while rosemary was occupy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they take it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful smile."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was hard convincing them what I had said was truthful, even after everything that had happened. I had to bring out my armor, wings, and celestial halo for them to fully believe me. They reacted the secure when I told them about my death, even though I was right in front line 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 flaccid chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even sure how to excuse you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two other women,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two fair sex. I wanted to introduce you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the sidewalk, they were too terrified to move. Are Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"molly is still talking to her kinfolk and rosemary is having trouble announcing my new commandments to the earthly concern. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sort of religious or spiritual impression on hoi polloi and to only implement requirements for commodity deeds and good behavior, but much of the world is still rebelling. I might make to put on a genuine video display of power before they finally take over my ruler and devote up their selfish sins."

"Well if there is anyone who can purge the world of its iniquity, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her sleeve around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few overnice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

disappearance off the face of the dry land, the two lovers rematerialized in the very marrow of the existence, in a bright nebula of all colors cascading together with one million million of stars glistening in the background. swarm of hued gas as vauntingly as solar scheme wafted past them like knife of flame, more beautiful than a man mind could grasp. Baltoh and Selene were naked, Selene without her liquid metal annexe and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each former in the heart of the existence, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuity of distance, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no worry breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her judgement, unable to mouth without air to carry the sound.

‘ The cradle of everything. It is from this pointedness, billions of long time ago, that the cosmos was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into existence and Heaven and blaze later budded off from it like cells. We are in the real affection of all existence, what better piazza to cook love ?'

Baltoh began to kiss her neck, with each touch his lips against her skin sending undulation of delight through her body, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to mean through the euphory.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a warm grinning. ‘ Not nearly as much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their lips swirled together similar oil and water system, they reached out with their tongues and let them enfold around each other and probe the inside of each other's mouths. Even though he had lost all of his Demon feature, Baltoh was able to change his physical sort to seduce his spit as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her placid ramification and wrapped it around his second joint. With all of the genius in the macrocosm positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent scream of mental euphory as Baltoh's energy flooded her consistence, letting her coup d'oeil into the exponent of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the smallest atoms to the turgid galaxy, all with be clearness. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the unspeakable touch sensation to slow to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't riposte to the sprightliness she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his fingerbreadth 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 cartel in me. I will chip in you everything you desire and more.'

With their sass interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her beingness with the aura of divinity, allowing her to glance into his level of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another property. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the intensity of the feeling but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full glimpse into his human race and making her mind cry out as it struggled to bump a way to name the walking on air and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a dense, stabilise rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in space, their lips having yet to fully fall apart from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could experience her judgment getting used to the god-like touch and became mostly resistant to it, regaining her make senses. As Baltoh's push surged through Selene like a parentage transfusion, they both began to glow with their organic structure intertwined from their energies being released and orbiting around them like junk around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and to a greater extent and more of Baltoh's power flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in terms of power, moving to the same level of existence.

casting aside their exponent and living side by incline in the Lapp stage, they shed the feelings of the DOE entering and exiting their bodies. In the neo space, they felt only each other's physical configuration, just like the showtime time they made erotic love. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to imbue Selene over and over again with his member, moving at the perfect speed and touching all the right property. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her wilderness with his bass thrusts, not needing any of his magnate to excite or pleasure her. breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the feeling of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to rule words to account how good it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his exponent flood her brain and grant her a sight of the realm of the ecclesiastic, the variability between the two sensations offered no vantage in coming up with a description.

In his mind, Baltoh too was struggling to find a verbal description, not only for the incredible feeling of being so close to the adult female he loved and the feeling of her easygoing touch, but also his love itself, the love he felt for her. No matter what he came up with, whether it be an entire book of poetic gold dedicated to the sole use of summarizing his tactile sensation for her or using the cosmos itself to paint a mural in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly verbalize his love, no thing how much he wished to.

Their lips and spit still joined together and Baltoh's pecker being worked in Selene at a deep and steady rhythm method of birth control, the two buff lost track of fourth dimension, for clock time itself was bending around them as their vim were released in greater and keen intensities, forming an atmosphere of raw tycoon that was like a sun with them in the plaza.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their candy kiss as they each experienced a simultaneous sexual climax, so potent that it affected their mind as well as their torso and surpassed any physical sensation. As they looked up and gave silent moans of happiness, the star around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their bodies and minds. Defying her view of reality, the genius she experienced with the surge of power surging back her creative thinker surpassed the original feeling that genus Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while divine, Baltoh too was in awe at the waving of bliss that flooded him like tidal waves of light. To Baltoh and genus Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching existences completely, for the mixture of vitality contained both their bosom and souls. Neither of them could even order if they were still alert or utterly, as the blissfulness they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a flash as magnificent as the Big Bang itself, the power was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and roll, swarm of their energies flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and touch sensation like radio set undulation. The power and warmth of the surge was so powerful, it was as if the world itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable quantity of time, everything became quiet, revealing Baltoh and Selene still hovering in the center of the cosmos as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and stared deep into each early's optic, ineffective to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a easy kiss.




The End
Sign-in {% trans 'to add this to Watch Later list' %}
{% trans 'Sign-in' %} to perform this action