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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fists upon the metropolis of New York, washing away the grime and filth that caked the streets and alleyway. It was hushed on this late-spring day, with the hammering rain forcing people to last out inside. Even the roadstead were mostly hush, while engorged with railcar as usual. But while it was a quiesce day, it was by no means a peaceful one.

Up at the very top of the Empire DoS Building, at the very tip of its steeple, there was a low red flash in the grey sky. From this heartbeat, a glowing orb came into universe, resembling a crimson luminosity medulla. It was not shining or powerful enough to quarter tending from the people below and it was completely masked by torrential rainfall. The raindrops that passed by this burning flash were turned into hissing steam from just the acute law of proximity and the unnatural oestrus being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial jiffy ; instead, it grew in intensity and size of it while becoming darker in shade. Initially the sizing of a human fist, it began to spread out into an flap vertical disk as great as a dinner board. There was a mo flash and the phonograph record became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became firm like glass, with shifting hues of red swirling within.

total darkness mist spewed out from the rear end of the disk, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the building, causing the alloy to rust and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous pall of red light was a choir of agonizing screams and vociferation of pain, pouring out from the depths of the blood-red light. Were the weather straighten out, the mass down in the streets would instantly gaze up in horror at the seed of this bone-chilling orchestra and pass over their pinna to try and protect their individual from its ravaging tone of voice. The sound radiating from this drab phantasm was one not signify for someone ears, a phone that was never intended to be set loose upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the multitude of New House of York spared the mind-scarring chorus line.

A rippling stretched out from the center of the disk and a dark came into eyeshot from its depths, like a sea beast slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a figure stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the radio tower on one foot. The figure was a magniloquent young man with a lean but muscular figure, garbed in embrown boots, grey baggy pants, a black sash, and a black hooded shirt with a waistcoat. Wrapped around his carpus were two prayer beads astragal cord and two metal shackles. The man had medium-length dark hair's-breadth that was slicked back, a Thomas Gray complexion, piercing blue eyes that could almost beam in the dark, and hidden under his hood were two saddle horn that protruded just past his hair line and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a burning doughnut came into position, hovering above his mind, as well as four massive wings that grew out of his back. Each was Thomas More than twice the size of his consistency when fully extend and stretched, with the down in the mouth set of wings resembling bat fender but with scale instead of bod, and the upper wings like the wings of an eagle, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the binding of his renal pelvis was a foresighted black tail with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed stinger on the end like a butcher tongue, but with a tearing barb. His fingertips were armed with three-sided claws that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

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

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

"I'll uncovering you, just you wait…"he muttered with a voice that was as vindicated and steadfast as it was mysterious.

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



Selene Kurland walked down the pavement with her eyes focused on the book of crossword puzzles in her deal. Even with her creative thinker completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter word for"energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crew of daily commuter train and the erratic current of dealings.

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, long calamitous hair's-breadth that was straight yet rippled, and bright green eyes. Matching her beauty was her hourglass fig, with d-cup chest, a slender shank, an ass and pair of thigh that were toned with brawniness, and hip joint that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her name was a potpourri of serious genes and a nearly spiritual devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the answer came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing shameful high-healed shoes that gave a very aphrodisiac tap with each footprint, a inkiness skirt that tightly held to her smooth thigh, and a tan business coat with her purse hanging from her shoulder joint. Secured in her purse and leaning against her shoulder joint was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential canvas of rain. Maybe she should have driven today…

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

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

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

"Occupy !"several of the protesters cheered in return, sword lily for the small patch of support.

"S !"she exclaimed with a smile as she finally caught the password she was looking for. Hearing her ringtone sounding off in her purse, she quickly scribbled in the Holy Scripture 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 amend get your ass over here, because if your desk is vacant when Mr. Walter Reed passes by, you'll really have to get on your knee joint and"beg"to keep your job,"her coworker and good Friend warned jokingly.

Selene chuckled as she and the crew of commuter train walked across the street with the legion of cars humming just a few foundation away."Don't we have this Lapplander conversation every day ?"

"If we didn't, you would permanently got lost on the path of life sentence,"mollie remarked.

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're right-hand on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the dirtiest addle any mo now. I'll be there in a arcminute. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter Christian Bible for a high school day maths class ?"

She walked past a radical of protestors with republican nominee signs, shouting for people to vote out Obama, even with the elections months away.



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of cards of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red center. The creature was brusque than an adult human but much more muscular, with foresightful brawny limbs, serrated talons protruding from its digit and hook-like toes, bony wings with lepidote physical body and thin tissue layer, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal expression, a swishing whip-like tail, and jet-black tegument that was covered in flaming scratch. The tar-like spit that dripped from its jagged dentition burned the stone with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its wing with an abnormally tatty thumping, like the meter of an ancient war drum. Leaping off the towboat, it plunged towards the ground, completely invisible to all someone centre. Reaching the entrance of the building, it held open its annex to their full size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past times. The puddles and falling pelting around the front doors almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the beast tried to control its excitation and thirst for blood. Only lucky fistful of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the living in all of history, and here, there was more food than its deranged mind could comprehend. Looking down, wight spotted its first victim. On the ceiling 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 stillbirth, the balding middle-aged man did not care that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the building. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a cheap spattering auditory sensation. The man quickly turned around, having lost the flavour that he was alone. While the infernal beast was completely invisible, the man's eyes widened with threat as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drop curtain that splattered on its body showed its size and shape.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping open his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a garbled cry of pain as blood streamed from his mouth and his organs spilled out onto the storey. The man fell utter to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the blood slowly counterpane across the rain-soaked roof like a spoon of oil across the surface of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with savour, tearing through the soundbox with its claws and chewing on the bloody meat only briefly.

As it slurped up a line of intestine like a spaghetti chain, a bright New York minute of Light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain as its break up wing and arm fell to the floor with duncical line trickling from its nervure. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long sword in his hand. The handle had no sentry go and was a half-foot yearn, while the single-edged blade had a very narrow shape until the halfway period with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to weigh down the end of the blade for enhanced hacking and slashing. The blade finally tapered off to a stabbing point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by eighteen inch of straight-razor serrations, ripped open like a gutted fish by the hook-like edge, cleaved by the broad weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the pointed tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall experience zippo from me, traitor. I was born of pain and malice, and there is zero you can do to make me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the white plumage of his speed flank stood on end."Whether it is pigheadedness or trueness to the Satan, your muteness will accomplish nothing. I will find him and put down you all."

With a dark hollering, the Gargoyle lunged forward with inglorious Mary Jane billowing from its claws like fervency. With piffling drive, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's carpus before its talons could arrive at his face, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

The creature staggered back in agony, and before it could retaliate, Baltoh aimed his palm at it."Angel Art : Holy Burn."

A flash of brightness level was released from his palm with the brightness of the sun. The twinkle obliterated the hell-spawn creature with a metaphysical impact of holy attack, incinerating its body while shoving it back. While the wink was seeable from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly powerful deadbolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the slaughter cadaver of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged consistence was incinerated in a surge of white flaming, removing every ghost and not even leaving ash behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell tower of the Riverside church service, watching the rainwater pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bandy Gargoyles, all with glower eyes and swishing tails. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a Demon, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house cats to lions.

Abaddon's organic structure was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like annexe, jet-black scaly pulp, a long quarter, yearn talons protruding from the ends of his fingers and toes, and curled horns on the top of his head. However, his consistence was far More mechanical man, with longer limbs and bones, a much straighter military strength, more pliant digits, a muscular yet thin and less bulky bod, a humanoid fount, and even peaky hair. Secured to his carpus were two metal shackles and he was wearing a skirt of armour plateful around his waistline, similar to a prizefighter or knight.

The fiend growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that mother fucker followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our plan can't body of work if we lose another. Not even I can face him in battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain hidden, but I need to feed so that I may become firm enough to oppose him. If I feed on enough souls, I may be able-bodied to at least endure face-off, but you are all to observe a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzle puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the sparkle of the sun, and with the darkness of the metropolis, it was probably that the vast puddles and blanket of water would not dry until the future day. The dark was unusually gloomy. For even though the rain had stopped, the thick swarm remained and they refused to allow the lunar month to shine. With so much moisture in the city, a compact mist thickened the air, almost making if unmanageable to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the light so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from work, so she had no worries. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt condom enough to take the air home. Not to advert the fact that the can of macer she carried in her purse was stiff enough to melt the eye 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 reality was suddenly flipped upside-down as her signified were ripped away, save for the sound of a crepitation rattle and the tactual sensation of getting stabbed at every centimetre of physical body in her physical structure with hot Fe while shelling back breaker flooded her nervure. Her wooden leg buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with brutal forcefulness and dragged into the nearby alley.

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

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

genus Selene was slammed against a brick rampart with one of her capturer gripping her by the pharynx. The shock, while irritating, offered some clarity, as she was now able-bodied to at least see her assailant. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his hand around her pharynx, the second was standing beside the start, and the third was a few infantry away, digging through her purse.

"Damn, she's gracious composition of ass. It looks like we'll get a little More than some hard currency and credit circuit card,"the second one laughed.

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

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

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

Looking through the stars of the twinge slap, genus Selene's eyes widened as she saw the deliquium light glinting off the steel. Like his knife, the dim light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smiling. Holding the knife as if he were going to stab her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her collar. For the brief second, the tip of the vane was touching her pelt, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold. To her relief, the knife was taken off of her hide, but before she could exhale, her assaulter yanked the blade downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With split streaming from her center, genus Selene cried out in pain as parentage trickled down her belly from the bass cut left on her breast from the assailant's malicious and ill-chosen removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her skirt and pantie and the back aggressor went to function yanking off the shredded remains. Selene shivered in threat and helplessness as the cool off air fanned her bare thighs and business firm breasts. Her nipples were now the sizing of finger joint from the coldness air and the veneration that filled every vulcanized fiber of her being.

"Look at those angelic tits of hers, I wonder how practically cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a trivial white-hot would look great on that dark peel,"the thirdly assailant joked as he approached, jamming a handful of cash into his sack and throwing aside her purse.

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

Her screaming was cut short as the attacker's sword was plunged into the side of her stomach, cutting through her without any effort. The pain that shooting through her was so torturing, she lost all ascendance over her torso and mind. The bother inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her flesh was even more horrifying than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With blood slowly filling her mouthpiece, her consistency became limp while her attacker just laughed.

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

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

She and her three assailant looked to the entryway of the alley, where a lone public figure stood, silhouetted against the Christ Within of the lampposts in the street.

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

"Who the fucking are you ? !"the second aggressor barked.

"Let her go, this is your final word of advice,"the man ordered with more say-so and top executive in his interpreter than any living human being could have.

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

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

Before he continued, four large wings grew out of his back, with the feathers along the bound of the upper wings flanged like the quills of a porcupine and the lower bat-like flank honed to the sharp figure of a brand. With line oozing down her mentum, Selene gasped in disbelief and the three raper staggered back, cursing in care. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the ground with stock pouring from her wound.

"But know this, your hatred is nothing compared to mine ! demon Art : Incineration flood lamp !"

An eruption of red and disastrous flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every composition of trash to mount into the air. The dark flames surged down the alley, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their base. Completely ignored by the good time, genus Selene watched in repugnance in astonishment as the three suspended assaulter were slowly disintegrated by waves of black and red flames washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their consistence, their muscles were shredded as if by a meat hero, bloodline streamed from their carcass as their veins were lacerated at every centimeter, their variety meat exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few seconds, they were nothing but charred skeletons. As the surge faded, so did genus Selene's level on consciousness. Succumbing to blood loss and the pain of her hurt, Selene slumped over and passed out.

Kicking aside the blackened frame of the rapist, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale paw over her naked body."holy person Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's totally body began to glow as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's mitt and settled on her cutis. Her stab wound began to close, her scrapes and bruise disappeared, and her physical structure stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In less than half a minute, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to come up himself analyzing every inch of her defenseless stunner, moving his eyes slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his tail and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to search for information. Pulling out a blank out letter of the alphabet, Baltoh read her name and address, memorizing the location of the apartment building and the exact social unit. Hooking the purse to his sash, he moved back over to genus Selene. With one arm against her dorsum and the former under her knees, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her bare body while being heedful not to scratch up her with his claws.

Holding the char in his arms, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her boldness. It had been years since he laid eyes upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his tracks like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his chest and a happy nervousness, something that he had never before have with his cold heart.

Realizing how much clip had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to world and spread his wings. With a single herculean flaps, he was catapulted richly into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the destination he had found on the alphabetic character as he soared over the metropolis. With her long lustrous whisker brushing across her cheek, genus Selene was brought out of entire unconsciousness, but her brain was still only half-awake. Her lid slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was existent or a aspiration. What she did know was that he was very handsome and she was cold. She gave a soft sigh as she fell back to sleep, crossing her arms to keep warm.

With the chile damp air kissing her bare cutis, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's arm. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overwhelming gumption of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his entire existence, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this adult female 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 life meant nothing, 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 read why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body estrus. He even wrapped his lower wings around her to keep her protected from the cold wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his building hard-on, something that further confused him, as he had never felt sexual draw for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment building, he landed on the fire escapism by her unit like an eagle reaching its cuddle. With Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the bulwark as if it were a holograph, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the base with unequaled silence, he retracted his wings and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the way for a reason that he did not know. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the shadow. The paries were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with pictures of friends and family. With his manus moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a video of Selene with a untested man and stared at it intently. While they had the Lapp complexion, he couldn't not estimate out if he were a young man or brother.

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

As he looked back at the delineation, he saw the reflection of two eyes in the chicken feed, right above his shoulder joint. 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 white and chocolate-brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to take in all possible light, its tail was swishing from side to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its easy mitt. But the feline's posture was relaxed, as if it were both at informality and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more confusion than ever before in its life, sensing a vast violent stream of different energies in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the arm disappeared as soon as liaison was lost. Turning back to the windowpane to leave, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like pose, staring at Selene's naked body. The city lights from out of doors were cast upon her unclothed beauty like a spider web, illuminating her womanly figure. Her dark peel caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her trunk was rich in voluptuous curves, her lean and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her long smooth thigh, the lips of her pussy looked so fragile and soft, it was as if they were made of chocolate frosting and lacked even a ace fuzz. Her full phase of the moon chest gently trembled with each inhalation and departure of air, and her nipples were raise from the effeminacy and touchy chill of each exhale. Her silklike black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few string 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 forget. He extended his annexe and became intangible, about to overhaul through the wall as if it were made only of light. As he took a step forward, Selene's eye slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the burnished green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At to the lowest degree serve me this : are you an Angel ?"

Baltoh looked away, unsure of how to do."form of."

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



Two sounds filled the abandoned subway tunnel ; the drab laughs of Abaddon and the agonizing war cry of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening feeding on dispossessed people, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the master line. The untested adult female before him had long blonde hair and pale skin, dirtied from geezerhood of sustenance in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely naked and covered in long bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like gash of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the caterpillar track, crying and screaming in pain in the neck as the daimon forced his near-horse-sized cock into her tiny consistency with inhuman focal ratio. Beneath her were the butchered cadaver of her parents, wet with her weeping and the blood streaming from between her legs, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hr, the Young girlfriend had begged the Demon to have mercifulness and intercept, or to at least kill her and end the pain sensation. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The evil forcefulness raping her was not human, and while her sense of logical system screamed that he had to be, the daughter knew that it was no man using her in such a barbarous way, no affair how unacceptable it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining strength from her teary cries, Abaddon was not going to depict any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roar as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hips tightly. The untested girlfriend screamed in excruciation and abasement as the devil dug his claws into her soma and felt his ejaculate flood her body, taking the station of Abaddon's peter as he yanked it out of her. She released a irregular and more dolorous scream as an ineffable burning at the stake feeling coursed through her body. In her vagina, the dark-grey come was eating away at her flesh, burning through her like Elvis.

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

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



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

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

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

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

She looked over to her clock to turn off the beeping dismay and the origin in her vena instantly became as frigidness as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the white feather on it. The marble-like colouring material was so vivacious that Selene knew that for it to come from a bare bird was unacceptable. Just the sizing alone made it being an eagle feather impossible. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her notecase, empty of cash.

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



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

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

"A unrelenting scene was discovered this morning by saving motortruck handing newspaper. Describing the smell of burning S, they came across an skittle alley that looked at if it had been the fit of an explosion. The bulwark of the conterminous edifice were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three torso were found.

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

The screen went nighttime for a import and then the view was returned. genus Selene spewed coffee across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the stung felid scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a tone of horror. She knew without a fantasm of a question that the alley they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the night before. The photographic camera zoomed in at several tip, showing the price of the burst. It was a miracle that the construction themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victims, and Selene had to fight with all her strength not to throw up at the sight of the wrench black skeleton in the closet and the frightful expression of agony on their charred faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseating from the sight of the gruesome skeletons.

"police force are currently investigating the individuality of the three victim and the cause of the explosion. They were willing to remark on the strangeness of the effect, as there were no reports of any loud disturbance, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so very much destruction. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the test continues, no chemical substance residue has been found at the site. They can't retrieve any evidence of an actual dud exploding or any vestige of acid ; all they have uncovered is a turgid amount of sulphur."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the corner of an berth building with his head in his medallion, mulling over the previous night. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high 60. 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 previous ones. His annex lay draped around him like blankets and his whip-like barbed tail lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

"What the Hades are you doing ? You're on a commission ; 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 whisker. He thought back over and over again to the different sensations that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his entire existence had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to dispatch Demons and Gargoyles. But looking at genus Selene, holding her au naturel form tightly… it replaced the fervidness of choler in his sum with the flame of passion.

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

‘ To be capable to interact and even kill a human being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged demon would ask at least two hebdomad to compile plenty power for physical fundamental interaction, and even then, a lethal wound would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the pale sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more herculean or crossing over is having less affect. Whatever is going on, I need to put a arrest to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his head as a small pop flared in the back of his mind. He could sense a rush in devil DOE and it was compressed in a single entity. Without a incertitude it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through level upon floor upon level of abandoned railway line tunnel and sewer lines, moving through solid state Harlan Fisk Stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the lowest tunnel, residing late below the city and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnawing stinkpot had inflicted damage to the concrete body structure and formations.

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

"You may be able to veil yourself from the centre of human being and the lighting of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your power or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was succeed the olfactory perception of iniquity on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the deadened eubstance around Abaddon's animal foot and the multiple tooth and hook marks."I've let you roam loose in this world for too long, now you die,"he growled, forming his brand in his hand.

The Demon began to jest and held out his hand. Bursting from the build of his ribbon, a line of os resembling a spinal anesthesia chromatography column reached out and interlace together into a meter-long pole. A loud snap auditory sensation echoed through the chamber as the spinal column began to heave, being crushed by an invisible force and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a yearn sword of a single solid patch of osseous tissue, with the spinal ridgeline acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underestimate me betrayer. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The atrocious yell of these puny humans, they're so beautiful, the sound of the figure being torn from their eubstance and their line being splattered across the walls and floor, the sight of the misfortunate girl'teary faces as I rape them to dying, and the tasting of this brilliant fete of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these wuss since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain and their dead body. And I must say, living man taste so much more delectable than the John Barleycorn of the damned ; they are so… uncorrupted. Now I've become far stronger than I ever was in snake pit, hard enough to even face up you !"

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

A bubble of fire up suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding twenty human foot every moment. The growing bubble of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to enlarge, passing through the walls, floor, and ceiling of the burrow as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every centering, the ripple came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its direction. The pillar instantly shattered into millions of piece of music and crumbled to the ground, but before the junk could even set out to locate, the tower was reformed, with every shard and pebble of concrete joining together into a titan ace firearm and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's keep on this small, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a roaring torrent of black and white muscularity. Darkness was streaming from his black bat-like extension and light was streaming from his chopper eagle-like backstage.

Abaddon gave a booming jest and pointed his sword at Baltoh as black flames surged up from the basis around him."Very well, but I wonder just how farsighted you can last before you have to recur to unleashing your full power."

The two foeman crouched down with their arms held back and pounced on each other. In midair, they both swung their blade and collided in deafening crash. Instantly, every piece of self-colored stone and concrete shattered like sherd grenade, filling the air with dust and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feathering on her coffee table began to whirl wildly, with a glowing vapor wafting up from the silken strands. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the feather as it came to a sudden arrest and the crystalline aurora became more pore and pressured, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feather as if it were in a wind burrow. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its buttocks. The feather began to nip, with the tip changing guidance by only a mm of so with each shift.

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

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a wall of stone, entering an ancient cave system deep below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blur, they locked steel over an over in an endless dance that had been going on for 60 minutes. With each hit, a Brobdingnagian shower of Muriel Sarah Spark would make full the air, as well dust and shrapnel from every rock music and piece of Lucy Stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's roadblock was all the terms instantly repaired and the affects of the struggle kept from being noticed by the alfresco world.

‘ darn it, why is this battle still going on ? It is true that he is far stronger than any normal Demon, but I would normally end a battle like this in lupus erythematosus than a minute, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my nous or my energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to hale all misdirection out of his mind.

Disengaging from Baltoh's sword, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his claw finger at his mortal enemy, as if he were pretending to send away a gun.

"devil Art : wickedness Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal beam of coloured vigour erupted from the tip of his claw like a amusing playscript baddie's gargantuan death ray.

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

Shaking the whole burrow, an ornate gateway of unanimous gold burst from the tunnel in social movement of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge neon sign, the logic gate shielded Baltoh from the blast, with the shadow zip ineffectual to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized hepatic portal vein to Hell opened and a monumental skeleton helping hand reached up, grabbing the daimon with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an legal action figure and ending the darkness Pulse blast. With the electron beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Heaven spell and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

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

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became intangible asset and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty subway platform. The bedchamber had two tube caterpillar tread with a Gemini lines of pillars on the platform between them, a hanker staircase leading up to the street on one slope of the chamber but was blocked off due to revivify needing to be made to the platform, and a wall with a dozen payphones stood on the opposite wall. The political program was on the very fringes of Baltoh's original 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 brand straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inactiveness and plunged his brand into ceiling, sending a spider web of shot through the concrete and causing detritus to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his sensory faculty of direction and rule Abaddon, the Demon appeared behind him, spun around for impulse, and delivered an earth-shaking kicking. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping stone and crashed straight through one of the rows of pillars like a wrecking egg through Styrofoam.

approach to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to block an execution-style stroke from Abaddon. The two enemies stared each other down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching phone of the straight-razor-sized sword on Abaddon's blade grinding against the vitrified serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With more than twice as much potency as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hired man from his blade, while the demon was left still desperately pushing with all the military strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in annoyance as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open his chest of drawers cavity and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the monster skidding back fifty feet. Abaddon struggled to stay on his feet with inky-black blood dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his long tail and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's pharynx, strangling the daimon. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head of a sledgehammer, and planted him in the floor with enough force to create a thirty-foot Crater. He released the devil's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his feet, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the facial expression, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the bulwark with so much strength that even the pay phones he didn't infatuation were destroyed by the shockwave and the altogether terminal nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the monster, about to surrender the net move. Dredging up his power levels for the attack that would blot out his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the audio of someone coming down the steps.

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

His optic widened and he released a cryptical pant as Selene came into sight. The beautiful cleaning lady instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the batch of him and the incontestable trial impression that the effect of the Night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feather and focusing on every detail of his body, from his tail to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

"tone out !"she interrupted, drawing his attention back to Abaddon. The daemon was heavily wounded, but he was on his invertebrate foot and had his finger pointed at them.

"Die traitor ! Demon Art : iniquity impulse !"He roared.

All the rubble on the floor was thrown aside like scraps of paper by an touch off fan as a jet-black blast of shadow Energy Department surged from his digit like an erupting volcano, focused into a dull ray of light with a ten-foot diameter and carrying sufficiency power to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding genus Selene with his flank, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his steel and deflected it with the edge, defying all Torah of physic and accidently launching it up. Going straight up, the bang burned a hollow through the street and shot into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in little terror as it continued to arise like a geyser of oil, flying highschool above the tallest buildings in to a lesser extent than a minute.

With the blast saturating the atmosphere with shadow zip, drab storm swarm began swirling around the black tower. Down on the subway platform, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his brand, desperately trying to stop it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his sword and manoeuver it in a unlike centering, the gust would slam down onto the city like a meat cleaver. In the nictation of an eye it would demand to change the direction of the blast, a huge scar could be carved straight through several international mile of the metropolis, possibly killing one C of hoi polloi. This beam was far more powerful than a formula Demon's !

After rising so mellow that no one could see it, the good time finally faded, growing thinner and dilutant until it split off into just a few faint beading of power. Baltoh blinked respective times to readjust his mass and cursed when he saw that Abaddon had disappeared. He looked up at the hole burned in the street and the disappearing clouds.
"This won't end well…"



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

He was leaning against the table with his wing retracted back into his consistency, in gild to celebrate from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the only if aspects of his appearance that he could shift. His claws, tail, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding result, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her apartment, though he had to cook himself invisible in order to get there without being noticed. Outside, the city of New House of York was like an bring down anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to figure out what it was. There were already stacks of tidings vanguard around the area of the eruption, held back by a line of descent of police force officers while anti-terrorism agents and forensic investigators studied the scene. Outside of the halo of crowd, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the attack was a signaling that judgement Day was at mitt. However, after what had happened, no one could quite infernal them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should let killed him without any difficulty, but for some rationality, I just couldn't put my full endeavor into it. I gave him the opportunity to break loose when I didn't just skip the engagement and wind up him off. But it will take fourth dimension for him to reclaim, and hopefully by the clip he is strong enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to track him down and finish the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

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

"My figure 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 demon ?"she asked, moving her optic down to the grim scaly wings.

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

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

"How does something like me even come to survive ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of creation, there are three realms ; Heaven, this creation, and Hell. In Heaven there are the holy person and Archangels, on ground there are human being, and in Scheol there Gargoyles and demon. saint are deceased spirits that have sworn their allegiance to Jehovah to campaign on his behalf against the forces of wickedness, and Angelica Archangelica are created by Jehovah himself or are the sum of multiple backer bonded by their veritable desire to do expert and fusing together into a victor being devoted to slaying evil.

In pit, Gargoyles are malicious blue sprightliness that are born in the Lake of ardor through the anger and hatred of people on Earth. While they are completely destitute of existent souls, they are the shadow comparison to holy man, but when an Angel falls from the good will of Shangri-la, it can become a Gargoyle with a soul. During events like state of war or genocides, there is always a massive upsurge in the issue of Gargoyles spawned from those negative opinion. However, in places on Earth with an unnaturally high degree of pain and hatred in its story, very weak Gargoyles can constitute, while still being far more powerful than even the cruelest human spirit. Most often, when you think of hellish possession and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a altogether former spirit level of power from Gargoyles, with the dispute being equal to the remainder between backer and Archangels. When soulfulness are in netherworld for a foresighted enough period of clip, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their organic structure and creative thinker crumble into ash and they basically cease to live as sentient beings. There are intact knit stitch in Hell of pitch-black Sand from the ashen remains of the off-white of cave in souls.

However, there is a extra kind of ash in that mixture, a part of the man soul that is… overweight. It is the traces of evil that lie within every soul, the swarthiness that drives citizenry to sin and put crimes. Some have more evil in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to form a superstar, the crushing weight of all the evil act and their exercising weight will quarter the intemperate particles of ash together and form a Demon, spawned completely from the malevolency of iniquity souls and lacking even a single human feature other than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tonicity. genus Selene shuddered as she tried to sound such an unholy creature and the darkness it would set loose.

"The other kind of daimon is a fall garden angelica, which means that its great power of light are converted into the powers of darkness and they become servants of the Devil. You can secernate which ogre were originally Archangels created by Divine because they are much more calm and tempered, being of a 1 mind instead of a toxic mixture of 100 of spirits."

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

"daimon are basically fallen Archangels, right ? well instead of being an Archangel that has fallen, I am a fiend that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weight to his words than the contract 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 loanblend and took a step back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very different and unique miscellany of souls, specifically the soulfulness of the great unwashed who committed murder in the figure of justice ; constabulary policeman, Templar Knights, executioner, nationalist, or even dewy-eyed men killing the bastards that raped their wife or daughter. Jehovah doesn't condone killing between human beings, even if it is to off evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eyes downcast and hands balled so tightly into clenched fist that blood oozed from his nipper digging into his palms. Selene felt a thick gelidity in her centre as she heard the pain in Baltoh's part.

"I was once a host of 1000000 of people, tortured for aeon by the minions of the Old Nick for bringing jurist to the world through fierceness. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our routine. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any other demon's genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike daimon that kind from the hatred of living and igniter, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to remove and kill the military unit of shadow was so powerful that I was capable to come alive from the annoyance and hatred of the discarded grinder. As far as I know, no demon has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my nascence clearly : opening my optic for the first fourth dimension deep below the earth of the ashen fields, coughing on the dark soil that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the mash pressure on all slope. I remember climbing up through stratum upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my humanoid physical structure and the Demon characteristic. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen tomb, my claw hand broke through the surface and I managed to pull myself out.

cough and gagging, I climbed out onto the black W. C. Fields of ash, breathing heavily for the first time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Hell and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my paw and finally realized that I was a monster. The second after the fruition came, so did the passionateness and desires of all the human being souls that made up my cognisance. The desire to destroy evil was so potent, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a beast of Hell rightfield then and there, but there I was, a living daimon ; the very symbolization of duskiness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened following ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small smile and turned away from her."I took my own life. Sitting in that black gumption, 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 end, I could destroy evil and remove one threat from creation. Raising my manus, I straightened my digit and plunged my claws into my own heart, ending my life.

Selene, never in the story of existence has a Demon ever committed self-annihilation. By nature, they are too vain and too desperate to make others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless agony, they refuse to die in the Leslie Townes Hope that they can get misery. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own existence to that I could at least demolish one slice of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extreme point 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 forenoon. As my punctured heart came to a diaphragm and the last flutter of undeath went out in my Einstein, there was a split second in my soul, brighter than a million sunshine. Through sin, I had achieved virtue, the same level of virtue that Angel Falls needed to accomplish to become Archangels.

Just as Christ was resurrected three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after his death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy muscularity flooded my body with the desire to destroy iniquity acting as the span between darkness and lighting, allowing for a interactive Libra the Balance that kept me from being destroyed by the shift. With the great power of both Heaven and Hell pulsing through my veins, I slowly got to my foot, transforming every second. I shed my scaly monster skin for a android soundbox and form, grew the wings of an Angel above my Demon wings, and gained a gloriole of red region, all while keeping my claws, tail, fiend extension, and the power of shadow energy.

I stood up with my new organic structure, completely enlightened and humankind apart from demon and Archangels in term of military capability and raw power. As I flexed my finger, a Demon landed behind me, having come to inquire the bright Christ Within caused by my Christ's Resurrection. Upon seeing me, the animate being attacked… poor beast. Completely driven by instinct and using less zip than to snarl my finger, I beheaded the devil with the sharpness of my hand, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that point on, my war against the spawn of Hell began, and I spent the last various decades solely in the Demon and Gargoyle greenhouse, slaughtering the satanic beasts the second they were spawned and fighting for every second of my life, appeasing my desire to dispatch evilness and decimating the Devil's armies."

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

"So if you're half fiend and half Angelica Archangelica, can you combine your powers ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same metre. I can mix them so that the two vigor 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 system. It is impossible for daemon vigour and backer get-up-and-go to bail bond, they are too opposite of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the aurora of the day I saved you, a ogre and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be out of the question, as only the forces of Heaven have the ability to enter and exit all three plains of world at will. I'm here to find out how they were able-bodied to do it, what they are doing here, and to slaughter them."

"What do you have in mind ‘ summoned'?"She asked.

"Gargoyles and Demons can only queer into this world from Hell if they are summoned through some act of man black art, like a bunch of tyke kid performing a satanic ritual. The outgrowth is actually very painful for any shadow that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a artificial satellite through the shaft of a volcano. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The issue is an apparition with significantly lowered power floor, so low that the only action at law they can consume are paranormal events like haunting the places where they were summoned. Given time, they become more and more powerful, eventually becoming strong enough to wound humans and even leave the office they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the single who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summon a veridical monster, and that's when matter get bad. A Gargoyle can possess and even drink down citizenry in an area, but daimon are able to create lifelike tragedy and even pest, like erupting vent, earthquakes, and tsunamis."

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

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The ritual of dispossession does not call the ability of Jehovah to banish a Demon back to Scheol, it is more like a summoning ritual for backer, except that it only has to describe their attention, as Angel Falls have the ability to pass through dimensional barrier. Consider yourself lucky that satanic entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the strength in paradise that you need help destroying a demonic entity or evil soul. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the holy man and even Archangels will arrive and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battle can get extremely violent and destructive, so Angels answering the call of exorcisms always arrive in mathematical group. One or more fights the entity or evil spirit, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the battle and hiding the case from away viewers, and another to protect the 1 performing the dispossession and anyone else in the area, always having to heal their wound and alter their memories. Entire metropolis engine block 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 magnate to avoid acknowledgment by the world-wide public. They will wipe memories, rebuild anything destroyed, and even fake the spiritualist and cyberspace to destroy all news report or image of the incident.

When it comes to demon vs. Angelica Archangelica, the battles are waged using ancient spells and incantations that focus the various push of the two champion. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and Hell spells."

"But why do the holy person make themselves invisible ? Why not show themselves ? And why do they feature to alter people's retention ?"

"After the Death of Christ, Jehovah decreed that Angel Falls and garden angelica were to staunch all visible actions in the World of the Living. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely unseeable. The strength of Heaven barely ever come to Earth anymore for anything other than answering the call of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a different reason. Whenever a demonic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the brightness level of this cosmos. They can cover revealing themselves indoors and outside at night without too much bother or difficulty, but becoming visible in panoptic daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Almighty wanted to promote the lack of faith which was born at the turn of the 100. After almost two thousand years of war and hurt caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the domain would be better off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A world without religious belief is a far more peaceful world than one where citizenry fight over the immortal they believe in."

genus Selene was tacit for respective present moment as she tried to think of another enquiry."If hunting these daimon and Gargoyles is giving you so much hassle, why don't you just ask the backer for service ?"

Baltoh sighed."The Angels hate me just as a good deal as the daemon do. I may be half Archangel, but I was also born a ogre and am still one-half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain entire regular army of daimon in my life, they see me as a huge threat that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth thousands of clock time 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 destruct me because I am that much of a danger to the balance of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't bother to underwrite that bang better will certainly come back to burn me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give a damn what Creator decreed. I am the sum of million of mass who have been sent to Hell for killing in the name of jurist. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and moot him my enemy."

More than a minute passed by, in which neither Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye touch. Looking at Selene in the street corner of his eye, Baltoh was trying to realize what it was about this human that had piqued his curio, while Selene was trying to process everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the hold out two dozen hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

"I was born out of the desire to polish off evil, how could I have allowed such a crime to occur ?"

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

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

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

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the smallest of smiles, so Light Within that it was barely seeable, but not so insidious that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You worry. You didn't just kill those rapists in the skittle alley, you healed my lesion and brought me back to my home. Today in the tube, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me divagation, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholic face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these monsters yet means that it will probably subscribe to meter. During that metre, if you ever want to subscribe to a break or mouth to somebody, just come find me."

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

"Of course,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"support it with you, and if you are ever in peril, I will sense it and be capable to find you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the paries, leaving genus Selene resting her chin on her hand with a languid expression on her face.



"So did you see that Negro line in the sky yesterday ?"molly asked, causing Selene to perk up like a cat at the strait of a passing mouse.

She was in the prisonbreak room of her post construction, looking in low console for any java privy so that she could spend a penny a clean pot. The prisonbreak elbow room was like any other in the earthly concern, with a railway line of eminent storage locker and low locker against the wall, a small fridge, dingy lighting, a tabular array and a few chairs, a"stainless"steel swallow hole, and a bullshit motivational poster that served only to add some color to the beige wall.

Molly was sitting up on the counter like a little kid, curling her farsighted blond tomentum around her digit. She was both the equal and opposite to Selene, with golden hair, smart downcast eyes, and pale cutis, but she had a fit flesh with bosomy curves, the pure combination of dear cistron and countless hour at the gym. She and Selene had been best friends since they were starting time houseman and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a real shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a single word picture of it anywhere, not on the tidings, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, hoi polloi have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the priming. And it was almost right in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her booster muttered while trying to break a jumbled Calidris canutus of a few chain of her hair.

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

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

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

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

"Just a minute Mr. Reed,"molly said with a smile that was as falsify as a politician's promises.

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

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



Coffee cup in script, Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to keep her mind focused on her workplace, but her opinion kept drifting back to Baltoh and her purse, which had his feathering stitched into the side, something which Molly had joked about being so out of mode that she might as well just call her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to question her current life. After learning that heaven, hellhole, Angels, ogre, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to think she had seen too much to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to jazz more, she wanted to take voice in Baltoh's struggle against the Demons and just do something that would let her hump that she had a place in the bigger world.

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



Baltoh stood on the ceiling of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the city and tried to sense the energy touch of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in Hell, the dark strong drink were keeping their powers hidden to deflect detection, making it next to insufferable for Baltoh to beak them up. As he scanned the concrete hobo camp below, a bright pillar of light shown down from the sky like a beam of sunlight piercing a layer of blockheaded clouds.

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

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

The words of the statement carried a exercising weight and ominous feeling that no other linguistic process held, as it was the language of the netherworld ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a conformation of speaking that was very serious to human being. If spoken in the general world, every mortal within earshot would be brought to their human knee by crippling sickness. Speaking full musical phrase like Baltoh had just done would get them to hurl up and begin bleeding from their backtalk, nose, and even ears and eyes.

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

The Angelica Archangelica's wearing apparel greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boot, loose-fitting gasp, a sash, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The solitary differences were that his clothes were as white as his feathers, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a duo of shackles on his carpus, though his did have the prayer beads astragal chains. His skin colour was practically tanner than Baltoh's hoary pare tone, and he lacked claws, a tail, and of course, a pair of demon annexe. His spike were pointed and he had a single pipeline of red crinkly haircloth going across his headspring like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should reckon yourself prosperous that I decided to be charitable and not set on the second I entered this realm."

"Even if you attacked me Michael, it would do you no proficient. You know as well as I do that my power is worlds apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both worlds of Light Within and darkness, making me far stronger than you could ever hope to be. make out your seat, Archangel."

"Your hauteur is truly that of a Demon, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to mention the fact that you have the same wont of getting involved with people as the dark beasts that feed on wretchedness. You have caused catastrophic damage to the city without even eliminating all traces of your macrocosm and consume even socialized and murdered human being. This is a law-breaking of the highest Holy Order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The Pentateuch of YHVH mean zip to me. Your Riley B King is a apathetic fool, at least I do good in this world. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"crime"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

"sacrilege !"Michael hissed as he held out his paw.

There was a brilliantly split second of Light from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his grip. The handle was of twisted gold wire with a ruby knob, the bronze safety was shaped and engraved to look like a pair of Angel fender, and the blade was sterling silver but firm than steel.

"Say one more word, and I will cut you down here and now ! The Demon and Gargoyles can expect, but your death is long overdue !"

At the reference of Abaddon and his minions, Baltoh condescendingly clicked his tongue and turned around."Go back to your cloud kingdom, Michael. The situation is the concern of Hades inhabitants only. If you want to get involved, do it on your own time when I don't have to be called up."

"The state of affairs is truly serious, you know that better than anyone. This time, promised land can not afford to stay out of the tidy sum,"Michael argued, lowering his brand and softening his tone.

"I grow tired of this conversation garden angelica. entrust me in peace and don't come back."

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the city, with a marble-sized sphere of dark energy crackling at the tip of the pincer of his index digit."Then I'll flame a Dark pulsation straight into the urban center and obliterate the next three miles of buildings."

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

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

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



Abaddon was sitting on a bowlder in a cavern cryptic below the metropolis with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hounds. Whimpering in veneration and pain was a fille at his feet, eighteen years old with auburn hair and pale tegument. She had her paw wrapped around her ankles, trying to stop the bleeding from her severed Achilles sinew. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep her from running, and he had threatened to cut off her hands if she tried to crawl away.

The sadistic savage had recovered from his battle with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless hoi polloi. In front of him, a little blink of an eye of red light popped about two m above the ground and held its form as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the incline. The sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony pointedness to reveal itself. The two hook pushed against the face of the orbit in opposite word directions, slowly stretching it into a 2-dimensional drapery, less than a infantry long, and slowly showing more of their actual size. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the flaming depths of the minor reflection, latching themselves onto the edges of reality and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn border between ground and pit itself.

At a meter in diameter, the inside of the fiery drape seemingly fell away, revealing a electrocution burrow with black fog pouring out. The chela that were hooked around the edges of the vena portae were the sizing of corner logs, and with each open blank space that formed by stretching the portal, another claw would get through out and latch onto the edge, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven feet in diameter, a Demon leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breath. The demon looked remarkably similar to Abaddon, with the Same humanoid-Gargoyle organic structure and device characteristic, only he didn't have hair and his wrench saddle horn were more like the horns of a crap than a goat like Abaddon. Like the devil, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armor shell and had a alloy shackle on each wrist.

"Damn you, you could experience at least helped me. That was barely wagerer than being summoned,"the demon snarled at Abaddon as he tried to get on his feet.

"I received no help, Rimmon. I don't see why I should aid 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 preserve that traitor off my binding. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll swoop in out of nowhere and slice off my head."

Rimmon clicked his forked tongue at Abaddon's tone."So helpless. I know what my fiat are ; you don't have to remind me. But in order to do that, I need to know that you are following your parliamentary procedure as well. Why in the shadow Lord's public figure have you and the Gargoyles not taken a man host yet ? !"

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

"wellspring have you at least clean your aim ?"

"I've only seen a few humans that would serve as skilful Host for our plans, but we don't need too many important hoi polloi. 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.

"Hold on, I don't want us to start this charge on the wrong foot,"Abaddon said with a grinning as he picked up the girl on the footing by the back of her shirt and threw her like a discarded coat. Rimmon caught her by the wrist and grinned, taking with child pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his claws into her subdued flesh.

"These living humanity are so much more pure and intolerant to pain than the captive in Inferno, their shrieking of torture and humiliation are like euphony. Torturing this one girl will reach you as lots energy as eating five. She's a small gift to help you regain some strength."

Rimmon laughed as well, dropping the fille to the solid 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 scared sobbing victim desperately tried to crawl away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonizing shrieking as Rimmon slashed her across the rachis with his chela, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her tear up shirt and bra fell away.

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

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

The daughter gave another painful thigh-slapper as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her wench and scanty. Her lily-white back end was now wet with blood from five cryptic slash. Wrapping his keister around her shank, Rimmon lifted the female child up onto her hands and knees as he removed his rooster, which was inhumanly great and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed drumhead of his spiny dick pressed against the untasted lips of her kitty-cat. Grabbing her by the rosehip and digging into her flesh with his claws, Rimmon forced his penis all the way into her in a single cruel shove.

As the serrated member tore through the girl's Virgo the Virgin pussy and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so loud in painfulness and humiliation that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of pleasure. Rimmon groaned in iniquity bliss as he let his cock become accustomed to the effeminacy of the char's cunt. Blood was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her Hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human being spine, Rimmon's dick had ripped apart her interior, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an physical object of that size moving through such a small and tight opening night is like using a jackhammer for a operative scratch, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a near adult lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental strain of what was passing through the girl's psyche as that happened and of the situation, and it's concentrated to resolve whether the mental annoyance was the gravid or physical pain.

Licking his lips, the Demon pulled out of his dupe, forcing her to cry out just as gaudy and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the dig at the head and ridges scraping against the bleeding baseball swing. The dribble of blood turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped mitt and drank it like it was elixir of eternal youth. With his grip on his torture slave tightened, Rimmon forced his cock back into her animalise twat. This time, the girl did not shriek in agony or mortification, as she was too busy vomiting from them. The painfulness and genial scarring was so vivid that her venter actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girl's catch was nice and loose ( or ripped loose like an old horseshoe ), Rimmon began moving back and Forth, pumping her with his bulging Phallus. The female child was facedown in the puddle of her disgorgement, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable anguish that was burning inside her from the waist. The only way she could describe the feel was that it was like getting probed by a chain saw, and in her judgment, the tormenting thought of her dispatch family, her stolen virginity, her stain sinlessness, her tainted self-pride, and her subject nude bleeding torso played like a horror movie that she could not look away from.

The torture victim's only relief came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the incredible descent red ink was making her delirious, and that her entire lower body had been so heavily damaged that her nerves were only half functioning.

After twenty minutes of the barbarian torture, Rimmon finally pulled out of his Lester Willis Young victim, who was nearly catatonic. The cleaning woman's slit was far beyond gaping, as the Brassica napus had been so brutal and hard that it had broken her renal pelvis, ripped her open, and shredded the flesh inside like grass under a weed whacker. Her pussy looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to mention the fact that she would never take the air again even if she lived. She lied there like a hobble ragdoll, her mouth open, her oculus glazed over, and her judgment almost completely shut down.

detection life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her haircloth over to him and forced his cock into her soft mouth. As if woken up from a bad dream, the missy suddenly became wild and tried to drive the Demon away, but could not disembarrass herself or remove the genus Phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain from her injuries came back, prompting her to shake off up with Rimmon's dick still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her forefront and looked up, snarling like an angry king of beasts as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of cum into the girl's gullet. The brutalize young woman gave one final examination scream as the acid sludge began to burn through her vocal corduroys, but quickly became mum as her arteria and spinal anesthesia corduroy were the succeeding to go. With her header being severed from her trunk, Rimmon dismounted her case and wiped the vomit off his cock, chuckling to himself as he tried to suppose back to the last time he had such a heavy fuck. Redressing in the Roman soldier-like annulus of armor plates that all demon wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some stagnant people and a few living ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and cheery as common, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their yell doubled in volume and travail as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backbone of their limo, tired from a farseeing day of gem hunting.

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

holding up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the citizenry around the demoniacal man saw the flak and began to panic, setting off a riffle in the bunch. Just as the realization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past times. 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 zilch refused to pass off more than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to light his cigar, he closed the zero, just as the Perm Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The window had held back the blowup, but the man's death was not requirement. The street was already erupting into pure bedlam as protestors screamed and fled and constabulary began beating people at random.



A possessed loaded man of affairs stepped out of a dining car, straightening his tie with an quicksilver facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the homo physical structure. With his suitcase in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to calm down her pile. Clutched tightly in her hand was the peak for his lunch. No tip had been left posterior, only a note of hand saying that handmaid should watch to convey food faster.

It was a pocket-sized move, one that really cause any harm. But already, scene of the note were being spread across the cyberspace and igniting monumental hell on earth of anger and resentment. Similar notes were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The damp night was filled with the audio of spray key as possessed men and charwoman scrawled huge messages on public surfaces in crimson. The specter of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a profligate dab. The subject matter were things like ‘ GOD hate FAGS ’, ‘ PRAISE ALLAH ’, ‘ THE Good Book IS OUR organic law ’, ‘ IT'S THE Andrew Dickson White HOUSE, NOT THE nigga HOUSE ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



indignation boiled in the city with the rising sun as masses would walk to their cars and find that their tires had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper poser had been the quarry of this vandalism, both democrats and republicans. As the great unwashed struggled to get to act, the vast cascade of unsavoury messages that had been spread across New House of York were in the cognitive operation of being washed away by desperate street cleaners, trying to score out them before the hatred spread.



Selene came to a stop in the hallway of her office, having caught the sound of a fearful conversation in the break room. With her script on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two women talked in hushed voices by the fridge.

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

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

"I just heard it now on the radio. Police were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the daycare mall, and when they arrived, half of the youngster were idle and the former half were missing !"

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

"Blood covered the rampart and almost all of the kid showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The law are tearing the urban center apart to discover the children that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to endure, those hapless kids !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in front of city Hall, with people praying for the safe of the taken nestling and mourning their ugly deaths. And that was just the city, the site was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the forces at oeuvre, the masses prayed while the daimon and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough strength to crumble it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled cadaver of the kidnap kid. Already a prominent puddle of blood line was forming in the empty parking lot from the butcher torso. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave screaming of scourge, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two large wooden crosses on the Gargoyle's backs, each more than than twice as large as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the ground with sufficiency personnel to shatter the paving material, and even though the colossus crosses were only laying on them like fallen trees, they could not lift so much as a finger, as the gravitational attraction acting on their bodies had been multiplied to the point where their diabolical bones were about to break down.

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



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

A roast on the door drew his aid and one of his adjutant stepped in, trying to help separate the sight out."Mr. city manager, you're going to want to descend see this."

Gabriel followed the Brigham Young man outside, where various employees of the City vestibule that were working through the nighttime, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police ship's officer, were standing around a van-sized pile of sail of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

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

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

"My god, they're all American flag,"another officeholder said, shining his flashlight on the pile.

Standing on the steps of urban center Hall, completely undetectable by the humans, Abaddon gave a deep laugh as he held out his hand. With a snap of his fingers, the entire mickle was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of fear, watching as the flags burned.



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



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

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

A shadow shifted across her cheek, causing her to open up her eyes and pant. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his extension extended outside and his rear curling and swishing behind him."Good sunup,"he said with no expression.

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

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

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

Selene was wearing nothing but a black lash and a pit bra that was struggling to go for in her full bosom. Even after seeing and even holding her naked soundbox, Baltoh could find a very strong gumption of stimulation as he gazed at her slender yet voluptuous figure. As usual, the strength of these feelings of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his rarity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, genus Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dressing table. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a nigh 90º angle to pull a couplet of jean out of the lower drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel hybrid a jaw-dropping sight of her perfectly sculpted ass.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thigh and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stripper to shame and could bounce a fourth across the way. Her melanise lacing thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a distance of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid's eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade tegument, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her metrical unit into a pair of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the waistband being dragged tightly against the spinal column of her legs, the way a cadaver sculptor would puff a string across her Creation in progress to progress to it perfectly smooth and shaped. genus Selene stood up straight, pulling her denim tightly against the back of her thighs with her ass resting on the sash, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his sass and continue his composure as his rushing profligate began to blow up his cock.

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

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

Baltoh instantly felt his pecker stir as her breasts seemed to expand with the parallel aggrandisement of her munition."So has your physician, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

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

Baltoh did not reply. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the room access."semen on in before someone calls the police about a man with a hindquarters and four wings watching people from their fire escape."

While it wasn't a grin, Baltoh's locution lightened and he stepped into the room, maiden retracting his wings back into his body and wrapping his long butt around his waist. As he stepped through the doorway of her bedroom, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

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

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

"So tell me, do you have any memories of the hoi polloi that you once were ? You seem to understand cultural credit just o.k.,"she asked while setting up the coffee manufacturing business.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the bulwark and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the fourth dimension souls in Hell crumble to sprinkle, they've already undergone so lots anguish that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the memories I get are of citizenry's patterns in their day-after-day lives, like their understandings and sight of their polish. 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 sympathy of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to world tens of thousands of times to get off from Hell when I am overwhelm and death is almost guaranteed. adverse to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food chain."

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

"I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to dismantle the city of Troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and beheading criminals, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old Cicily Isabel Fairfield, among other things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"fourth dimension in infernal region relocation at a much faster pace than in the human being populace, a 1 day here is an entire year there. It's hard to tell just how old I am as hellhole has no time of year or yearly changes, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

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

"No thanks, I don't eat or swallow. daemon and Gargoyles can eat homo flesh in lodge to retrieve their potency, but Angels and Archangels do not require sustenance. In fact, we never have to"ease ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

hell on earth is actually rather small. The world of it is just as large as this one but the public figure ‘ Hell'denotes both the full realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and demonic spirits is a single satellite in empty distance. 95 % of the satellite Hell covered by a sea of flack that burns for all timelessness, but there is a home known as the Isle of the Damned. It's the alone landmass in all of Hell so it's the only lieu with lonesome residents, and it serves as the entrance the satellite, where about of the stuff goes on.

The satellite is composed of zone, which each zone corresponding to a different form of captive and different kind of punishment. The zones are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly Sins, but by other factors and geographic ingredient. homo that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing distortion and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can liberate them of their pain. I consider myself prosperous that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in Hell, beings with Angel or Demon free energy are person, meaning that I'm not just killing the same adversary over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victims of circumstance and those who meant to do full. Suicide victims, poor boy that have committed murder to land justice, and even citizenry who committed criminal offense completely by stroke. Unfortunately, the majority of the people in infernal region are there only because of small misdemeanor 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 longsighted metre in this country ; do you go to snake pit if you get an abortion ? They say its murder."

Baltoh scowled."Of line not ! What dumbass told you abortion was murder ?"

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

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

genus Selene lost her smile."Do you have a go at it what's going on ?"

"I do know that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the scenes of these disturbances and I always find the faint scent of evil. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over mankind and using them to raise tensions and causa pandemonium, though it has already gained momentum and no foresightful requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news show, but a woman just threw a bloody bottleful of petrol into a mosque while it was full of hoi polloi. I got there bit after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled grampus. I hold no remorse in taking her animation. It's being seen everywhere : religious fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced eyeshot ( I'll probably bolt down them later ), new protestation groups are starting and they are patrolling the city with political signboard, and I've already found three dead bodies."

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

Sensing her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial murderer that takes the lives of innocent people. My gens means"righteousness"in the oral communication of Shangri-la and I was born from the hate of evil of millions of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victim, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to stimulate scathe and seduce others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torment they inflict and bring the justice that must rule. Hatred is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its course, 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 gem so beautifully that Baltoh could not count away from them.

"To be honest, I have no hint what the Demons are up to. I don't know if they're causing this pandemonium because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to cover their cause while they bring some plan to fruition. I can't track them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their office with enough energy for me to feel or their homo hosts are caught within the ritual of an exorcism, I can't find them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to await, wait for one of them to divulge themselves or wait until I can identify a possible shape and predict where they will fall upon so that I can capture them."

He then walked back over to the island mesa and leaned over it, looking in Selene's oculus."Listen, I have a touch sensation that things are going to carry on to step up. These acts of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this fire is just going to keep growing unless I can terminate them. If I can't receive them soon and thing go from bad to worse, I want you to forget New York until I can get the situation under control."

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

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

"Always. Like virtually kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a little bratwurst. I was always trying to push myself to my boundary and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't upgrade that tree diagram, you'll fall ”,"I don't tutelage if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll tripper ”. I was a well behaved child, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one giant mind challenge."

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

genus Selene laughed."My parents still retain my old bedroom broad of my trophies, not to remark accolade from former school radical. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance homework, sports, school clubs, and a societal liveliness. It never got to me, because the More I was pushed and the harder I worked, the unattackable and estimable I became. I was like a knife ; no matter how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's smile grew smaller, but did not disappear."I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I've had couplet swain in my life, 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 life trying to rise like a cliff face or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the mesa with her Kuki resting on her handwriting."I wish I could retrovert these questions. You've spent your whole life fighting in the pits of Hell which means you haven't lived like a even soul, and I don't want to ask about the lives that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so strange,"she huffed, while maintaining her lowly smile.

Baltoh rested his Chin on his hired man the same way, looking into her middle."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 by to let a future tense, you only need a represent from which that future tense 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 mild giggle."You're half-Archangel, right ? Well then give birth some faith."

After the Book passed her lips, the human and the hybrid both became mum, staring into each former's eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in growth of measurement so low that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their lips parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the table, landing between them.

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

"I should go, I have to line up those devil before things get out of hand,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his wings.

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

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the rampart and levels of the building and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the flaming flight of the building across the street. His weapon were crossed and he had a iniquity grin.

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



Selene and mollie were sitting on a bench in the parking area, enjoying the late-spring sunshine. Deep in the background, the strait of chanting protestors and honking railroad car could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely unruffled. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with people, all trying to enjoy the decent weather before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

"I had the nappy aspiration conclusion night…"mollie hummed as both women leaned back in the bench with their heart closed, trying to hock up as a good deal sun as potential like a twosome of dozing cats.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, because we were both rummy. call back what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each former for three month and I almost stop my job because it was just too awkward to be in the same building."

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

Selene glared at her with unseeable sticker shooting from her optic, but no matter how gruelling she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of memories in her idea, and those memories were beginning to realize her aroused. Already she could finger her pussy moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resolve to finally damp and a flashback to flood her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the kiosk maze with a half-full credit card cup and a large stagger. This was the final time they would allow liquor, and for dear reasonableness. The government agency party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol layer rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the high-pitched. Bored and more than drunk to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to tattle to. She had already wandered around near of the construction, but there was one piazza she had not checked.

genus Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's office threshold, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their worthless chief. She did not hear the moans or flesh clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whine of mollie. Curious, Selene opened the doorway and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her boss'chair, her blouse open with her arms across her bare bosom, her G-string and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her legs ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"Molly, what are you doing ?"Selene asked in lazy pursuit. The full-bosomed 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 call for an explanation…"

molly turned in the chair and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a coffin nail without even turning it off."I was bored as hell, my vibrator was in my purse, and this is the most easy president. 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 admirer's white D-cup breasts, landing strip-flat belly, fluent thighs, and wet shaved snatch, and molly seemed literally overt to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equivalence, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping grain alcohol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

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

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

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

crossway her stage, Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartener at tarradiddle time. Molly spread her legs and only now did Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the view of her pussy, sopping wet and garden pink as gum.

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

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

Squeamish but willing, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her indicant finger and thumb. She looked back and forth at the toy and the spread sassing of her friend's pussy, athirst for pleasure. A constituent of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into mollie. The blonde rummy instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky flesh of her moist interior. The sound of the sexual call made Selene excited and dying, but she proceeded to move the toy back and Forth River in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a Walter Piston in molly, the sweet juices of her catch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's fingers. While she was immediately touched with the desire to lap her hands, she could feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted expression of pleasure on Molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her knocker as her body trembled and she pinched her tit, her prostrate tummy rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her anoint vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the sweet smell of her friend's pussy was making her trunk tremble with warmth and excitement. True, she had never felt any sort of attracter to women, at least no more than a slight curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a speck or rousing when Molly bent over to pick something up or was showing a particularly sizeable quantity of cleavage. Selene often found her gaze wandering when mollie was around, stirring her lifelike curiosity. And she had to admit that the symphony of Molly's groan and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own puss wet as well. After just a dyad minute, she held the vibrator tightly with her full-of-the-moon hand and was working it in her admirer with rapid speed, making Molly roar and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

"Oh my god, you actually lap up your own succus ?"

"Of course, I am toothsome !"

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

Selene's unanimous dead body became rigid as the phallic toy was forced into her backtalk against the backrest of her throat, nearly making her skunk from the sinfulness of her booster's flavour. She tried to pull out away, but Molly was holding her shoulder and making her to blow it. molly truly was a magisterial wino, but even with split rolling down her face from the punishment of her pharynx, Selene was too drunk to sense anything but joy at the luscious oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"Want some more ?"

genus Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inactivity. With a smile, Molly got down on her knee joint and began working the dildo in her pussy, slathering it in her juice. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one incline while Selene licked the other, both of them taking great delight in tasting the blond's pith. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two women began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to receive. At for the first time it was the slightest inadvertent contact, then strings of saliva could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this tip, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibration of pleasure between her stage to continue.

The gorgeous blond and the ebony tree goddess continued to kiss, their sass salivating from the hot pants they were feeling. With a smile, Molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on Selene's shoulders, she laid her Quaker back on the flooring and held herself over her, wearing nothing but her high-pitched heels.

"Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,"Molly purred as her hanker blond haircloth hung down on Selene's face, contrasting against her sullen skin.

She leaned down and pressed her sass against Selene's, slipping her spit into her friend's mouth and letting their spit mix. With their rose-colored lipstick nuance blending together, Molly grasped Selene's script and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the intoxicant, Selene got the subject matter and inserted her fingers into the wet opening, tickling Molly's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hired hand, mollie pulled off Selene's skirt and step-in with the other, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her finger's breadth into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their interminable kiss. Both adult female began moving as mirror images, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a double helix. After a bit of kissing, mollie sat up and undid Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jugful burst free from their textile prison. Molly moved up preceding Selene's brain and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's breasts in transmission line with their faces.

"cum on, suck on them,"molly said coyly as her put up nipples hung just inches above genus Selene's face.

Curious, subservient, and horny as the pits, Selene reached up and wrapped her lip around Molly's mammilla, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in forcible cloud nine, but in the noesis that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to reap the welfare. Molly lowered her promontory and painted genus Selene's ring of color with her spit, taking incredible expiation in the penchant and flavor of her lenient flesh.

For respective second, the two women sucked on each other's tits like leach, practically leaving zit on their pointing tit. With a coy smile, molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her staring ass above Selene's face.

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

beginning pulling her long blonde hair's-breadth out of the way, Molly lowered her fount and slid her tongue through the sloppy entrance to her pussy, making Selene groan softly in euphory. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her psyche and buried her boldness in Molly's perfect ass. Having never done such a thing before, genus Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old boyfriends had done to please her as mollie's smooth ass nerve were clenched against the slope of her face. Molly gave the same moan and continued to go down on genus Selene, essentially turning the two womanhood into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet snatch, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every delicious fall of the womanhood's fluid as if she were drawing the poisonous substance from a Snake River bite. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more than and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her tongue inside her champion the same way that Molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking vast sum of pleasure in not just the flavor of the hot wet puss resting on her face, but the kinky excitement making her unharmed body buzz at the softness of those luscious pussy lip and the cognition that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a smiling, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her groan through mollie's ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake and rumble in genus Selene and using it to draw forth more puss juice to drink up. The federal agency was filled with the auditory sensation of the women's groan of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's vegetable oil. Licking her smiling lips, Molly got up and shifted her free weight, sitting directly on Selene's expression so that she was almost completely cover between her friend's sonsie ass cheeks. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in Selene and making her spread her ramification broad, pointing her heights heels at the ceiling.

"That's right, dearest. salt lick my pussy,"Molly purred as she ran her natural language up Selene's smooth leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.

Beneath her, genus Selene was desperately trying to enamor her breath between slurps, but molly's naked flesh was covering her fount every 2d. Molly finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of impudent air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her snatch and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene's font back between her toned ass.

"Fuck yourself and clobber my dickhead, do it,"she ordered, grinding her brass against Selene's face.

Selene obeyed with hornlike inflammation, pushing her natural language as far into Molly's cocksucker as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. mollie gripped her breasts until the blench cutis turned pinko, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's voiced wet natural language burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist flesh. sot as she was, genus Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively delicious and her massaged pussy lips wanted the pleasure to never end, not to refer that mollie's soft placid ass felt amazing on the sides of her expression. Her dedicate efforts were driving mollie insane in ecstasy, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her fingers in her juices before sucking on them.

After almost five bit, Molly finally got off of genus Selene and quickly bent down, licking her boldness clean like a dog licking a unsportsmanlike dental plate. genus Selene had a drunken grin on her cheek as molly's tongue ran up her face.

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

mollie grinned in arousal and lied back on the trading floor, desperate for a second course of luscious zany. Selene moved up over Molly's face, but in the lift direction when their theatrical role had been different. She lowered herself onto molly, pinning her down feather and making her lick her pussy. The second Molly started, Selene was moaning in euphory, feeling a much big pressure on her tender back talk as molly's tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waistline down from the unbelievable pleasure being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling Molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a belittled desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the good softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's kernel, mollie retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her branch. Upon its introduction, molly nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the touch sensation of the toy shaking every bingle cm of moist flesh in her cunt and the soft toothsomeness of Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before long, Selene craved more from mollie ; she wanted to live what her friend had experienced. She changed her berth, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the roof. molly took the content and practically plunge into Selene's tight arse, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene's business firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so secure. Keep licking, continue licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her slit and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to light off balance.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against Molly's face while the blond nympho practically slobbered on her asshole. Before yearn, Selene's thighs were burning like furnaces and she had to dismount mollie's jiggling tongue. Like mollie had done, Selene bent down and licked her acquaintance's case like an ice cream cone.

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so mollie took the initiative. Nearly scraping Selene with her high heels in her excitement, molly interlocked the two woman's legs. Very gently, the bland back talk of their pussies kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.

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

Smiling and licking their brim, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their twat lips aggressively kiss and smother each other over and over again. Their moans reached new levels of book and tone as the fogginess they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their glassy suave torso as their thigh clapped against each other over and over again and their backtalk seemingly fused together with each fleshly kiss. As their trunk moved in rhythm, they each reached out and massage each other's tit, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two sweetheart continued like this for respective minutes until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their puss were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each early and exchanging their succulent succus, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like dogs in the summer from their exertion. Their bodies were both covered in a glistening film of lather, saliva, and vaginal juices, catching the Inner Light and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

Catching her breathing spell first, Molly sat up and swathed her hand in the wet mixture between their pussies and licked it off as if it were water from the Fountain of early days. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her lingua. She continued to move up, licking the fret off Selene's luscious breasts, kissing her cervix, and finally locking back talk with her and licking the interior of her mouth. The sensual candy kiss revived Selene, and she could finally feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling mollie and at her own raw organic structure, suddenly filled with a mix of pity and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in pain in the neck and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn't taken her foresighted after the political party to retrieve everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, affair had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to mouth genus Selene into another sexy fling, and while genus Selene always said no, she could not ignore that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before feel. Whenever she lied in bed, working her finger between her legs, Selene often found that her considerably orgasm when computer memory of eating out Molly slipped into her phantasy. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the greatest new experiences in her sprightliness, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why Selene forgave Molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained best friends. As a lot as she denied it, in her subconscious mind, the sole reason why she never took Molly up on her intimate whirl was because she didn't want to refine their friendship any further. Though as the retention flashed through her mind, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some blank space from Molly so that she could clear her mind.

Trying to keep her button from shivering in rousing with greater loudness, 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 rest to be tortured and devoured later. The pavement was blanketed in lit candles, notes, and photo of the abruptly and missing youngster, while the street was covered in trash and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a lampoon could deal place and what kind of world their children were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their bodies invisible to proceed the Inner Light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his script as if he were a mime and licked his lips."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so plentiful in suffering and rage that each breathing place is euphoric. Attacking the small fry was a smart motility, as now the humans of this city are airless to rioting from fear for themselves and their roll in the hay single and anger that this was allowed to happen. I don't know which is more delectable, the chassis and blood of those nestling or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will come about. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the man world. However, with my office at its maximum stratum and this city acting as the perfect upbringing ground of malice and suffering, the but way the variable quantity could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a cursed interment ground while torturing a few delicious humanity,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his ramify tongue.

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

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

Regaining his grin, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny cut off hand."The blood of a child, for a little special luck,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small-scale red pool on the ground.

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

Baltoh's foreland perked up as a gloomy sentiency of foreboding passed through his head."So, you finally pretend your move, huh ?"

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the informant of the dark tycoon story he was sensing.



A howling wind blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the trash 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 fiery membrane about ten feet in diam with the two Demons at the very edge. Black lightning crackled above the membrane and a turgid shadow could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten Angels appeared. The men and women were dressed in tweed monk gown and looked to be in their former thirties.

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

"I'm not sure if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will leaven to be an concern fight."He cackled, holding out his subdivision to his face. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his carpus as two blade of black steel burst out of the cover of his hands, parallel with his arms and each protruding Thomas More than a metrical foot past his fingertips.

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

With a golf shot of his steel, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two saint were combining their office to summon a repairing barrier around the arena. Normally it would cover only about a hundred feet, but in this suit, the illusionary noodle had a radius of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the Demon blocked his attack with one of his leaf blade and aimed his discharge hired hand at Michael."demon Art : night pulsing !"

A colossal focused beam of Demon energy erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding edifice 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 Department brought him to a dead halt, but with his leaf blade, he was able to split up the irradiation and one-half and obviate them.

The construction along the street were instantly obliterated by the sprinkle blast, but with the Angels working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to force through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the loanblend delivered a devastating kicking to the demon's gut, knocking him through the air like a Harlan F. Stone being skipped across water. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a edifice, 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 have a lethal shot. Baltoh deflected the blade with one of his claws and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like shadow, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his king in a devastating spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could touch base, he and Michael were run over by a flood of melanise flames, slamming into them with more index than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of construction. Thick swarm of detritus and heater billowed from the edifice that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the Shirley Temple fire.

With a powerful flap of his annexe, Rimmon zoomed across the path of destruction and into the rubble cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his steel. An invisible shockwave suddenly cleared the rubble cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the ogre's blades with their swords.

The moment of unity 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 butt around Rimmon, gripping him with bone-crushing force out, and pointed his finger at him."Angel Falls Art : theology Ray !"

The intact street was lit up as a wide but focused golden laser surged from the tip of his chela, consuming the Demon as the equal and opposite of the Dark beat turn. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the onrush with his ogre annexe. light flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the work stoppage of the sword, leaving Baltoh unscathed.

Before the cross could retaliate, Michael placed his script on his foe's wing and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ holy person Art : Holy boom yowl !'

In a blinding fanfare, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an plosion on par with that of a Stinger missile. Wrapped in bullet and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the corner of the construction next threshold, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another attack, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael's chest and sending a spatter of blood across the wreckage of the buildings around them.

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

In a Split second, the stallion city block was riddled with brilliantly glowing gap before suddenly being thrown upwards in a prosperous explosion, so mightily that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to sustain his centering on the summoning ritual while the ten Angels that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in travail from trying to hold open the barrier from shattering under the combine power of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing plumage sowed onto the front of her purse, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising power levels. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every vulcanized fiber of her being wanted to go incur him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and be him a fight. She just had to expect and have faith. At least now her mind was taken off Molly.



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

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

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ fiend Art : Iron Whip !'Rimmon called.

stretch like arctic, his rump extended to several times its own length and gained a metallic strength while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his tail end wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the city. The rings of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut mess in buildings and even downing a few street posts.

The battle had now moved, and the hybrid, garden angelica, and monster were now battling around the Chrysler edifice. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to proceed the barrier to hold back the battle from destroying the city, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and hit the memories of people in the battlefield and restore the wrong. Already, the saint had removed half of the people in the area, and none of them would retrieve a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many Angels been called from Eden to conquer such a high level of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another onslaught, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downward cleave of his sword. With his superordinate tycoon, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the ground with the boundary of their swords screaming from the rubbing. Keeping Michael down with one script, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his fingerbreadth at him."Angel Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A deep cranny boxed everyone's ears as a channeled thunderbolt of prosperous free energy was launched from his digit, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight counselling. It was not dependable electric automobile lightning, but it had standardized speed and power.

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

A bright newsflash of black light flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engraving of skulls and Hellscript symbols. The bolt of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the divinity Ray, its penetrability came at the monetary value of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could coin Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their swords locked, and cursed when the Angelica Archangelica spread his wings.

"holy person Art : Enlightenment Flash !"

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

Baltoh opened his wings once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no clock time to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the eye of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equalize to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming heyday into a late volcanic crater and every windowpane in the field was reduced to glass powder, filling the air like dust. Michael's eyes rolled back into his school principal and he lost consciousness from the pain of the impact, but such a bump would only strike hard him out for a very brief prison term.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, desperate to ca-ca a lethal strike. Without any effort, he swung his sword and knocked the blade aside the New York minute the Demon came in his range, then in a single fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful kick to the demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small crater forming every time he touched the ground.

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

Baltoh was forced to let go of the demon and retreat to avoid the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a catch a hundred meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel's stroke with his bare hand. Like the roach of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's backside snapped around Michael's articulatio talocruralis, and with occult strength, he flung the Archangel towards the position. Michael crashed into the movement of the Chrysler Building and drilled a hole straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the rachis of the pillar. Regaining balance in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a twosome of rapid-fire shotgun full of birdshot, his wings began launching hundred of feathers each mo, with each one glowing with a Caucasian halo and packing Sir Thomas More power than a .50 armor-piercing bullet. With a sedate expression on his brass, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible hurrying, moving his arm so fast that his drive were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide waterspout of Muriel Sarah Spark flashed in front man of Baltoh as he deflected every single feather that would have struck him. The rest of the pointer peppered the solid ground around and behind him, pocking the paving and soil with head-sized Crater and kicking up clouds of dust and smoke.

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

Bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of muscularity from his claws, razor thin and faster than lightning. In a single bit, five line appeared on everything within the two-dimensional carpenter's plane of his solidus. Cut by the fiend's fire, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the full top-third of the building slid cleanly off the solidus cut cross, with Baltoh right field in its path.

Sensing the unadulterated opportunity, Michael quickly cast a spell."holy person Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving so fast that he was unseeable, Michael flew down to the street at extremely speed, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a hundred measure from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The Demon and Archangel both pointed their indicant finger's breadth at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler Building dropping towards him with the tip of the towboat careening straight towards his position, they shouted their spells.

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

"holy man Art : god Ray !"Michael roared, launching a horizontal geyser of condensed holy place energy.

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

Balling his hands into fist, Baltoh held his sleeve out to his face and released an animalistic holler that was louder than a jet locomotive. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of clean and pitch-dark might rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the first of all microseconds of a atomic explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water system on rock and roll, while the Chrysler Building was instantly vaporized upon contact with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

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

The angel manning the repairing and illusionary roadblock were brought to their stifle trying to keep the detonation contained and unnoticed to the away world, but even they couldn't back up the shockwave it released. idle words flooded the entire urban center of New House of York with unparalleled enduringness, shattering yard of windows, knocking masses off their metrical foot and nearly sending them flying, ripping exponent lines to tittle, setting off every car alarm, and causing edifice throughout the city to shake violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteoroid and the swarm above parted as if a nuclear turkey had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the hundreds of Angels that had arrived to the city, as well as hundred more arriving from Heaven at that very moment, were using their business leader to hearten the area as it had been before the fight, basically turning back meter so that no one would ever know.

With cold velocity, they put back all of the void people in the exact same berth that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any storage of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to distrust a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a intimate sense of apprehensiveness shot through his head like an galvanising current. He looked to the eastern United States, sensing Abaddon's office, as well as the power of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.

"But my mission is not arrant,"he cursed before spreading his extension and flying eastern United States towards the source of the menacing presence.



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

He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the fire of nether region burn mark 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 semi permeable portal to hell, a dark object rose up in the street like the hand of a zombie bursting up from the grassy territory of its tomb. The aim was a tower, ten feet in diameter and forty human foot in stature, made of calcareous obsidian and covered in carmine symbol. The pedestal of the tower was adorned with carvings of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style waver level of dissimilar bones and limbs. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle cheek was carved in each side, all with the exact same expression. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one full stop, above the very center of the obelisk.

An undeniable intonation phone began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple deep voices murmuring curses in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet gleam and the chanting grew in loudness. Above the city, nighttime tempest cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapors. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colouring and cast and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending ripples through world itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ominous oppression, multitude throughout the city began to feel sick to their stomachs and lightheaded, as the disconsolate malevolence of the artifact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.

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



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his handwriting balled into fists so tightly that blood trickled from his cut palm. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his Demon side, making it difficult to curb his violent urges. He despised these artifact for their unnaturally knock-down influence, not to mention he found their mindless evil highly disturbing.

"How the Inferno was one of these summoned to the world of the keep ? Only Archangels should have to ability to use their spells in unlike realms."

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

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

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

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

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

As if fluid Christ Within were running through her vein, Selene's body began to beam as the kickoff spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the second enchantment wrapped her in a thin layer of holy energy, protecting her from any advance affects. Selene's eyes opened and she took a abstruse shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her oral sex, trying to remove the hold out tincture of grogginess.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her fear, Selene followed him."ogre will occasionally use these in struggle, as it provides a considerable strength rise, not to mention it energizes the evil aim of all the feel around it. Often when they are used, it is to drag up the lastingness of an army of Gargoyles and set them liberal upon me, or beef up the black hearts of the truly evil man residents of Hell to help oneself them conjoin together to work a Demon-level puppet without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human being domain, but just being here could drive the citizenry of this city so wild with rage and venom that they could rip New House of York apart like a pack of rabid wolves."

All her life, genus Selene had craved challenges, craved the look of fear at trying something new and exciting ; bungee jump, sky-diving, mickle climbing, that form of affair. But being so close to this cursed tower, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her uncivilized imaginativeness, and even while protected by Baltoh's tour, she felt like at any second, something terrible was about to bechance, or that the obelisk was alive and staring straight at her, like a serial Orcinus orca before he makes his relocation. This crippling sense of apprehension and terror sent shivers up her sticker and made her feel like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the dagger for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding genus Selene's hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is hard and more often just open frame. Even if I foreshorten it to dust, it will still throw heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste product. I can blast it with pure holy vitality and try to obliterate it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and punter way…"

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

"Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, Angels and Archangels have the ability to infix and leave the three realm at any time, even Hell."

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

"No, it just doesn't make sense. If they wanted to use it to increase their power when they fought me, then that former Demon wouldn't have allowed the battle to affect so far away, and if they had some other understanding for it, such as to tone up their Gargoyles or get more havoc in this city, then I don't understand why they would just abandon it or not hide it in a place where I might not be able to smell their activities. They knew I would find it, why would they go through all that effort to summon it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that obelisk for no ground early than the act itself."

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

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

He was cut off as a immediate glint of illumine caught the niche of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's nates flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the devil's target, Baltoh gave a furious thunder and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail end before it could take up Selene. Growling like an fauna, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alleyway after having just barely survived the flak that ended the conflict. Almost every inch of outer bod had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterize veins, not to mention that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this adult female ? ! You will repent for your Demon sins, and you will suffer the most abominable death that your vile variety can go through ! holy man Art : terminal excruciation !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to discerp his own posterior so that he could scarper, but before the act could be performed, a large clean crucifix outburst out of the ground behind him, measuring twenty substructure in superlative and eight feet wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a thunder of terror as lash with objet d'art of notched alloy braided into the chain wrapped around his limbs and body and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless body. ineffective to affect, Rimmon could do little more than howling as a three large nails materialized, the first two driving through his thenar and the tierce piercing his ankles and securing them to the English of the principal beam. The final restraint came in the form of a crown of thorns, which acted like a shackle around the Demon's headland, tying him to the erect ray of the cross with blood running down his face. At least, a spear sword appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's dresser, piercing his blackamoor heart.

"Angel Art : sanctum suntan !"Baltoh called, clapping his hired man together.

In roaring flash, a balefire of favorable flames flared up at the stem of the cross, reaching up and curling around the suffering ogre. Already bleeding to demise with a ruptured heart and no hide to encompass his lacerate muscles, Rimmon gave one last howling of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his organic structure, burning his physique as if he had been coated in thermite. In LE than half a moment, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the Crucifixion frame-up all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his torso like blood from a fateful trauma, and Selene was staring at him with broad eyes.

"Are you always so enraged when you slay your opposer ?"she asked softly.

"No, I'm usually much Thomas More quieten and collected. I don't know what happened."

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft hand on his face. The gentle touch and attender 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 fresh tactile sensation sent Wave of bliss through his body, Baltoh felt a pool of veneration and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The nighttime was an unusually noisy one from sirens blaring in the backcloth as cops sped throughout the metropolis to respond vandalism and rape calls. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming more and more chaotic and the people were becoming more utmost with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, tower of smoke were wafting from two burning buildings. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some madden pro-lifers, and the other was a residential district center where an anti-Obama right-wing exchange was being held, before some Brigham Young democrats through in some fireworks and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a glum street, devoid of lights or people. On the priming nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his hand, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the pain to clear his mind of his confusing thought process and feelings for Selene and stay focused on the mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my sprightliness have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resoluteness to agitate and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her muzzles my will and bequeath me ineffective to contend at my prime ? I should hold been able to down Abaddon and that other Demon with a snap of my fingers, Michael should have been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their tycoon hidden, tracking down my prey should have only taken one or two or three day at almost. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hate, but why does every mentation of her extinguish the flame in my soul ?'

He held out his manus, letting the stock trickle from the injury in his palm and drip on the street. Unhindered by the painfulness in his hand, the thoughts of Selene continued to twirl through his mind, leaving him just as confound as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his principal up as a strange sensation zipped through his mind. It wasn't an upsurge in Demon energy or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was genus Selene ; he could smell something through the feathering he had given her. It was meant to say him if she was in risk so that he could encounter her and help her, but in all satin flower, that had just been a shot, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy physical activity and a cascade of thoughts running through her mind. If she had been attacked again, then the straining on her consistency and head would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to pour down her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

Spreading his extension, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so much strength and creating such a powerful shockwave that all of the car in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her post, tracking his own vigour signature in the feathering 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 person breaking into her apartment ?

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"

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



Baltoh landed on Selene's fire escape cock and became intangible, passing through the windowpane. Completely indiscernible to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the svelte strong-arm mental disorder. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the profligate haste from his consistence and consortium in his cock.

fabrication in her bed was Selene, completely raw and far from being asleep. Her right had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet backtalk of her pussy while she was using her forget hired hand to press and massage her chest, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric pant she gave. He purse was on the pillow next to her and she was brushing her face against the feather sown on the front like a cat against a piece of furniture box. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her fingers, Selene would pay a soft coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the vista being forever printed in his computer memory. Watching Selene pleasance herself while rubbing the feather against her face left Baltoh more befuddled and aroused than ever before in his life. Just the low gear five seconds of looking at her had given him an hard-on that would put a human to shame.

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

Suddenly, she began to work her fingers faster and with Thomas More energy, sending ripples through her well toned skeleton as she fucked herself with large speed. Her moan quickly began to increase in shrillness and volume and she even moved her left hand from her soft breasts to the sharpness of the bed, holding on for heartfelt life. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic succus. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphory flooded her ebony body. Baltoh's external respiration was labored as he watched her finally become calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard putz remained stronger than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to shine asleep, Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw drop cloth. With a tired grinning on her face, she removed her fingers from wet pussy and held them over her face. Reaching up with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around her fingers, sucking away the vegetable oil from her body. Baltoh could not stop a oink from escaping as he felt pre-cum ooze from the header of his shaft.

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

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost control condition and pulled out his peter. Due to him being originally born as a Demon ( a primal animal driven by animalistic instinct along with the malevolence of the preceding aliveness that made it ), he was quite well-endowed but without any of the cactus-like ridgepole of a Demon, due to his garden angelica body. Being heedful not to knick himself with his pincer, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his consistency. It was a skillful matter that he was undetectable to person, as every drive of his hand made him grunt in relief.

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

Selene gave a gasping groan as she spread her legs and pushed the dildo into her swollen-headed pussy, biting her lip as it filled her. Slowly moving her script 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 knife as he furiously stroked his tool to the survey of genus Selene penetrating herself with the dildo.

"ejaculate on baby, roll in the hay me surd,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up focal ratio, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed vigor.

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

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her rima oris, sucking on it with relish 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 from her bedside tabular array. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the middle of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the front of the big money, while tying both terminal of the scarf to the sides of the headboard tightly, so that the muckle of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come relieve.

Using the muckle of pillows to make room for her ramification between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her cunt. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her paw and knees and began leaning back and onward quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

Watching Selene's bounteous breasts swing and reverberate each meter she forced the toy into her swollen pussy, Baltoh could finger an coming welling in his tool, the first in his life. Picking up speed, he stroked his cock as fast as he could while genus Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

Finally, Selene gave a brassy moan as she had her net climax of the night and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after stream of come sprayed from the head of his turncock and soaked the groundwork of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the makeshift apparatus and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside table and the extra pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's ease, she didn't touch any of the semen that had landed on the groundwork of her bed, and just lied down underneath the blanket and closed her eyes.

Dizzy from his first ejaculation, Baltoh leaned back with his headway in his hands. She had done all that for him, that erotic showing had all been to the cerebration of him, and he had basically mirrored it to the thought process of her.

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija instrument panel in the bell shape tower of the Riverside church service, made from the skin from a woman's back with the numbers and varsity letter written in profligate, and the saucer for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn fry. Both had been a very delicious bite. The ogre held his hand over the medium and black lightning began to stream from his palm.

"Divine Tenebrous, I bring updates on our military mission. Rimmon proved uneffective against Baltoh and my strength is no better. The test summon was a achiever, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not keep to the adjacent stage with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and obliterate me before any activeness can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in fickle and convulsive tug, the record began to shift across the Ouija panel, spelling out the reply.

"savant Gargoyle spawning initiative and use them as steerer while more Demons are summoned. We can only open up one more doorway before you are cut off permanently, make it count,"the magnetic disk spelled out.

"Another thing, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human being woman, as he has been seen making frequent occlusion to the abode of one Selene Kurland. His powers are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you have any monastic order or proffer ?"

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

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



Baltoh hung upside down like a rascal from the fire escape of an office building. As usual, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this time, the opinion and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every time he blinked, the entire picture of that beautiful charwoman pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his eyes. He already had a shudder erection as he thought back to it, and in the mystifying confines of his mind, he felt operose regret for not revealing himself that nighttime, for not being out-of-doors about his presence while he watched Selene, and letting the case of the night coil on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two choices : he could either confront genus Selene and his confusing notion, or he could detain away from her, finish the deputation, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very idea of speaking to her about this made him spue with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just leave her, not physically or emotionally. He had to figure this out, or it would haunt him for the rest of eternity.

As he reached out with his brain to try and find the plume he had given genus Selene, a loud hurly burly began to construct in the screen background, drawing his attention.



Selene and molly were sitting out in the sun at table in front end of a cafe eating place. Both were drinking frost coffees, and while Molly was having a plain salad, genus Selene had decided to go with the mushroom-shaped cloud soup for the first sentence. They often came here for lunch, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a turn that shook Selene with surprise.

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

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

"All the clip. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing love letters that I never mail and now just put tonic electric 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 strong that she could barely breathe.

"wellspring talking about being a kid brought out my inner fry, and my inner child wanted to see if I could get you to hit soup out our nose like Milk. Right now, my interior nipper and I are high-fiving in success,"Molly bragged as she skewered respective dough leaves with her fork and dipped them in a pool of salad grooming."So what's this guy's name ?"

Selene hesitated before answering, knowing that this could be life-threatening. She would never betray Baltoh's trustingness in her and disgorge his closed book, but there was just something about him that she had to distinguish someone.

"Baltoh."

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

"You could say that…"Selene shrugged, realizing that she would have to choose her give-and-take carefully.

"So what's he like ?"

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

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

"No, he just kind of grew up in a troubled home. But he is really handsome and without a uncertainty, he's the most amazing and interesting guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so concern about him ?"

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

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

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

Before Molly could give her advice, a refrain of yell coming from the following street cut her off. Everyone on the sidewalk turned in the direction of the phone, which had slowly been growing over time but was now unsufferable to ignore, especially with the police sirens blaring.

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

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

"Selene, waiting ! I can't motility quickly in heels !"molly called, chasing after her friend.

cutting through an alley, the two women crossed over to the next street, where a full-on battle between the police and a legion of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and nothing could be heard but the dateless shouts of Eumenides and the sounds of protest sign striking public violence shields. Already, the syndicalist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest grouping were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the area, using the excitement as a back for their criminal offense. Every moment that passed brought more riot copper and even more protestors.

With transparent riot buckler and dim Kevlar case, the officers were more than good against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a problem. The line of fuzz was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one counseling. Those at the movement of the drove beat their signs and fists against the officeholder'shields, desperately trying to bankrupt through and hold up as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the nuisance of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the officer's clubs. With bleeding faces and broken finger's breadth, those that were unable to fight any foresightful tried to squeeze between the two architectonic home base that were the cop 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 destruction. Every few minutes, a cop behind the roadblock would hurl a teargas canister into the gang, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

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

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

"What happened ?"Molly asked.

"Some kids… were sitting on a work bench when some asshole… with a badge walked up to them,"he began, constantly swallowing to illuminate his pharynx and recover his mental bearings."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal protest. The fat fuck pulled out his macer can… and nearly emptied the unit thing into these adolescent'faces ! One girl was scream… screeching in nuisance, and when her fellow jumped up to perforate the cop, he got tased for almost half a minute, and that bastard laughed while he did it.

nobody wanted to get involved because they were scared… but when he threw the kids down onto the street and dislocated one kid's shoulder joint while handcuffing him, that's when the conflict 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 infantry. He nodded his mind and staggered off, leaving the two women alone on the sidelines of the battle.

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, unhearable and invisible to human being optic, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his mouth. He wished he had been given orders to lash out her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic fuck, not to mention a delicious repast. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so phantasy would stimulate to suffice, until he could sample her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shell of the drunken revelry police force like Iranian against Greek, he breathed in the tear gas like it was the smell of a sweet efflorescence and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the results were easily than he dared dream.

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

Taking a deep hint, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size and volume, saturating it with his malevolent DOE, while making indisputable that Baltoh would not be able to smell the bodily process. Once the air in his lungs was immorality enough, he exhaled, releasing a fateful cloud into the drove of the great unwashed, with them completely unaware and ineffectual to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the black fumes rolled wildly above the bunch, shaken not by apparent movement in the air, but by the choler and furore that every individual was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"daimon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the while would work quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on route, having picked up Abaddon's big businessman levels the irregular he raised them to speak the tour. Flying about the urban center, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one counseling, like emmet all racing to their queen.

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



There were well over two one C people now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and bother to engender at least xv Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their psyche. Catching the electronegative energy billowing like smoke from a tire flame, the black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate cloud and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable flesh could be seen taking soma and growing, like the maturation of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human being infants, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fangs, claws, and flank began to acquire. Standing in the alleyway, genus Selene felt a very low temperature shiver crawl up her spine, as if someone was breathing on the back of her neck while touching her bare skin with an ice cube. She wrapped arms around her stomach, suddenly nauseous and filled with apprehension. She did not fuck what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was knock-down, and it was close.

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

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



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

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

"devil Art : subtlety Shimmer !"Abaddon desperately called, having LE than a s before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could take after him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The frustrated hybrid only had enough clock time to fork up a body-splitting kick to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle rip in all directions. In the fourth dimension it took for Baltoh to realize that Abaddon had escaped, contain himself after delivering the bang, and try to visualise out the direction in which the daemon was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to reach the bound of the urban center and had ended the spell to proceed his power hidden.

With his whole body quivering, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic roar like that of lion, howling in defeat. That beastly call was so great in mass that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a single living tool could even learn it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to attack genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his end of gaining strengthener and got away with it was the source of his furor. He was used to devil running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their lifetime once the vast difference in persuasiveness became apparent. In Hell, well over half of every demon engagement 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, biography were being lost.

"shit it ! Every fourth dimension I almost have him, and every time he escapes before I dig my claws into his heart ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL FIND YOU ABADDON ! I'LL breakthrough YOU !"he thundered, causing his Energy to flood outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its temperature reduction cooler.

All the people below him were knocked off their invertebrate foot by the hurricane winds that the upsurge of might was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with storm clouds. Clinging to the side of the construction succeeding to her, Selene tried to press the unstoppable breaking wind pummeling everyone in the street.

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

"sufficiency of this folly ! You are causing just as often 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 trespasser and released an animalistic tangle, barring his fangs. Holding his manus down low, he materialized his blade and delivered an uppercut cut as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two swords clashed with a rainbow of sparks, but with ease, Baltoh's blade cut through Michael's like a table saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the chest, inflicting a wound that would be fatal to any human being, and launching the Angelica Archangelica like a golf orb with blood pouring from his mouthpiece.

With Michael incapacitated and no other interruptions, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his energy was causing to lay off. Below him, multitude were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, tear gassed, peppered with broken chicken feed from Baltoh's roar, and knocked off their feet by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the public violence cop were retreating after what had just happened.

Picking up a familiar spirit scent on the air, Baltoh turned and gazed down at Selene in the alley. The beautiful woman was looking around desperately, straining her eyes to try and find Baltoh. He had to verbalise with her, but later, when they would induce privacy and clip.



Abaddon stood over a litter of daimon, all grouped together and feasting on a big money of freshly slain corpse in the living room of a star sign on the fringe of the urban center. All the furniture had been smashed to spell, the Windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the animal the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each pungency they took, their muscle grew in size and strength, and their flagitious facial feature became sharper and more distinguishable.

"That's good my youngster, feed, feed and turn 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 face a beautiful nineteen-year-old female child with long blond tomentum. She was in the corner, sobbing in terror as she watched the animal feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an wanton president in Selene's apartment with his fingers tented, waiting in the shadow for Selene to come house. While his body was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to pick the Son he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life had he been so confused and so nervous, and all at the mentation and front of a mere human.

The clicking of a key being inserted into the door sent Baltoh's middle beating wildly in anticipation, working so hard that it felt like it was slamming his dresser as the door opened. genus Selene tiredly stepped inside, not even seeing Baltoh as she took off her coating and dropped her pocketbook on the nearby kitchen counter. With a rich sigh, she leaned against the island table with her chief in her hands, breathing deeply.

"Selene…"

The calling of her public figure spin around Selene around with widely centre and she stared at Baltoh, trying to captivate her breath at the sight of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

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

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

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into existence as a Demon that was born from the rage and painful sensation of heroes that suffered for eons in pit, and I have lived my intact aliveness for the 1 intent of fighting and slaying malign. But you… whenever I look at you or think about you… it's like stepping out of a raging inferno and into a waterfall. I feel all my anger melt away and I lose the will to contend for anything other than you."

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

"Not in my entire existence have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt down, and I can not think, because you occupy every thought that enters my psyche. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to sustain my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever fill in my military mission and perhaps ever chance solace, I need to clear this confusion once and for all, and I need the answer to this motion ; even if I can not properly discover how I feel about you, do you palpate the Sami way about me ?"

genus Selene licked her lip first with a flavour of uncertainty, then with a lowly smile.

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

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

With her smile small but legal tender, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't have sex how to explain it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few metre, but my kernel and my body aching for you. I haven't developed feel like this for someone this quickly since I was a little girl, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two one-half of a Swiss sentinel, so many specific gears and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own pieces and no one else's. True individuality is impossible in this humanity, but I know with my heart and soul that you are the only one who can possibly complete me."

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

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

"Selene, you are the one mortal who has made me get laid instead of hate, and I now know what I want as well. I don't understand how it's possible for me to sense this way, but I do realise that I want to be with you forever."He said, holding her close. genus Selene reached up and gently brushed her cushy fingers against his impudence, making the loan-blend shiver.

"While you may throw been born of madness, I think there is one affair that you hate just as practically as you hate vicious, and that is the view of being alone."

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their rim together, kissing for several seconds. As the embracing continued, Selene slipped her glossa between Baltoh's limps, nearly making him jerk in surprisal but also hum in joy at the effeminacy and preference of her tongue in his mouth. Deciding to mirror her natural process, he sent his own tongue into Selene's oral cavity, shocking her and making her end the kiss, leaving his recollective forked tongue hanging in the air like a snake in mid-strike.

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

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

After almost a minute of their lips joining like two waves and separating, the kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her saturnine bedroom. interior, the but source of illumination was Baltoh's burning aureole, casting dancing dark upon every aerofoil. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the legion scars that pocked his heftiness and the two horns shroud beneath his lens hood. Pulling off his pants, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard member with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would pain and if this was one challenge that would quiver her. With his rump flicking like that of a cat on the hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lips locked, he reached up to undo the release of her white blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his hand up, cutting through the clit threads on her blouse with the claw on his indicant digit, exposing her house breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. Selene grasped the man of lingerie before Baltoh could take a nipper to it, letting her teat spring free like airbags.

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

genus Selene laid her head back and purred in sexual exhilaration as she felt Baltoh clinch and massage the melon-sized hammock of human body, physically inspecting every cm of diffuse pelt, while of course being deliberate not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

"Oh yes infant, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked tongue touch her areola and his lips wrap around her tumid pap.

He moved back and Forth between her plentiful bosom, wrapping his long clapper around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of let on pelt. Sucking on her tit like a finger-trap around a finger's breadth, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the sensitive nerve end to the point that Selene was nearly chewing off her lower lip in jubilation.

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

Remembering back to his human past life-time in terms of the motility of involvement, Baltoh decided to move on. Lowering his head, he dragged his branched tongue down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely despairing for it, genus Selene stopped him to remove her annulus and moist thong. With her knees on his berm, Baltoh held his foreland just above the soft wet lips of her pussy, which carried the faint odor of the soap from her last shower.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his natural language, giving a quick clout that nearly made Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his tenacious snake-long tongue in between the rim like an appliance cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity gustation of her juicy interior. He pressed his sassing against the gate of paradise, slurping on Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a peach and could only use his oral cavity to escape.

Selene could not contain her moan as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her entire scummy body judder from the bliss. Her calls doubled in intensity as he fully inserted his tongue into her kitty, licking her farthest depths of her delicate interior and mixing his saliva with her juices. genus Selene basically had to bite down on her pillow to keep back from screaming in intimate hysteria as Baltoh's long wet glossa quivered and probed sound than any vibrator and his sassing massaged and tickled the opening. She had her manus on the back of his head, pushing his face deeper into her sweet cunt and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable appreciation and slurped up her succus like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last drop-off out of his piddle bottle.

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

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

"topper climax of my life…"She was only able-bodied to mutter.

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

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

Baltoh did not respond, only smiled and gave the warm exhale of a laugh. Using his taloned hands very carefully, he grasped the irradiation of his stopcock and slowly guided it to her William Henry Gates of paradise, pressing the head against the moist, soft lips. Wrapping his tail around the bed in tense prediction, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect dick into genus Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his vertebral column and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible concentration of her pussy, but after more than than two min for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a tight parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full interpolation, Baltoh looked back and realized that his wings had released themselves and were draped over he and genus Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't intimation, as she could ingest sworn the heading of Baltoh's turncock was prodding the bottom of her heart.

"Not quite as romantic 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 take a bit of meter to get used to it. But remember when I said that I knew that you would be able to satisfy my every motivation ? You just further proved it."

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as possible, he slowly pulled out of her, with Selene trembling at the sudden mass remotion. Leaving only the oral sex inside, he gave her a moment to brace herself for the next insertion. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet slit, using her juices as lubricant. genus Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her pussy and the blissful and erratum whizz of sexual weft. Having buried his cock all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing genus Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a risk, he pushed his dick into her swollen cunt in a single solidus, making her groan at the top of her lungs from the late penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really act. Taking the good posture above her, he began working the gibe in and out of her in long, steady solidus, making her groan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally move at a honest upper, Baltoh let his body continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the different feelings that his cock was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the unspeakable softness of each swelling, ridge, and folding in her kitty-cat. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, genus Selene no longer felt any infliction and was now moaning like an opera singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her digit into his back.

As Baltoh's 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 pap moving against his chest like fig skaters on ice.

Changing stance, he sat up on his heels and grabbed Selene's thighs, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his speed. With each powerful thrust into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her tits saltation and roll wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in exaltation, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical balance was rocking the building, and her moans of euphory were replaced with a cryptical gasping song as the point of his stopcock slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

Behind him, Baltoh's flank were stretching and waving like flags and his tail was writhing like a beheaded ophidian on the story, almost to show that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking tail and play with it.

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

She didn't need to cease speechmaking, as the subconscious crusade of her hands to her tit told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The longer that he was working, the More he could feel his Demon incline being energized. Specifically, it was his devil sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her work force and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his typeface just inches from hers, all the while continuing to fuck her like a machine. genus Selene suddenly gained a very sharp-set and excite expression on her cheek as she felt the variety in Baltoh's personality, sensing his prevalent English taking control and gaining the desire to both fight it and present to it. She raised her head and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower berth lip with her teeth with a feline-like growling of pleasure.

"Come on baby, I'm so stuffy to cumming, know me operose !"

"Yes my erotic love,"he said before giving one last slam of her flabby mouth with his tongue.

Moving his hired hand to her hips, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all quaternary, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his articulatio genus, he tightened his custody on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically cold speed, slamming her slit so concentrated and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to stay up with her arms straight, genus Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw power that she was going to retch. She could have sworn a sex car was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

Behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripple passing through her toned physical structure and listening to the orgasmic applause speech sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his legs and the base of his cock. The disturbance was so recondite and satisfy, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly live what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass saltation and ripple while basically skewered on his peter, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside view and gaze upon her tit, which were swinging like the round punching bags that boxers practiced on.

genus Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito raciness, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking vibrations pulsing through their bodies as their orgasms overcame them. Selene released a jubilate shriek that could shatter glass as her pussy became awash with succus 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 in time that watercourse of goo were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a yaw semen-filled volcanic crater. Baltoh was in the like state. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for months without pause, having sex for just an 60 minutes had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside genus Selene, desperately trying to catch his breath. Holding her ending, he wrapped his arm and annexe around her while kissing her neck.

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

"Being that was my first clock time, I can in all honesty say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very fragrance of her haircloth as pressed his lips against the cover of her ear."Is this what love flavor like ?"

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

There lips slowly parted and they closed their eyes, wrapped in Baltoh's offstage like a blanket. petty did they substantiate, that remote, New House of York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his recondite sleep by a warm wet feeling around his cock. With a yawn and a tired 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 center as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a jade stretch and his grin grew wider as her soft tongue slathered the dig with her lips wrapped securely around the head. She then released the head and spat on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a full erection with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a lock of her hair, thrifty not to scratch her face with his sharp claw. genus Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her soft back talk, pressing the tip of her natural language into the slit on the heading while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another tired groan and his grinning widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her subdued mouth with the head going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for various seconds, Selene took his cock out of her rima oris and began stroking it furiously against her bountiful boob. The lenient pelt felt absolutely incredible against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her wish well, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey stream of semen across her breasts. With a coy grin, she smeared his cock against her chest like a soapy sponge, coating her white meat in his cum. Holding the giant star fleshy water balloons, she leaned down and licked off the semen, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing mammilla with relish.

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

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

"commodity sunrise. How did you sleep ?"she asked, kissing him on the os frontale in return.

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

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

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

"wellspring I've always practiced on banana tree for when I would find the right guy. Plus my best friend molly is a master in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me cursor. I'll be reliable, I think I enjoyed it just as much as you did."

At her actor's line, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could smell out something was wrong, something that he had been ineffective to remark before, but was now as assoil as it was pungent, like the smell of a rotting carcass in an enclosed space. He could sense energy in the air, both Archangel and Demon and vast amount of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the cap of genus Selene's flat building while she sat in her animation way, watching the news for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking respective inscrutable breaths, sampling the Brobdingnagian shower of lightly and dark energy in the air. As far as he could tell, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any mark of struggle or destruction, but the thick energy that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

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

Baltoh bit his lip in anger, causing blood to filter down his chin."tinker's dam it, just as I thought."

"What is it ?"genus Selene asked with concern, leaning against him with her workforce on his shoulders.

"There was a battle last night, a big one. Whenever large numbers multitude go missing at once, it means that the forces of promised land and Hell faced each other and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any ruined building or craters in the city from finis nighttime, which means that the Angels have been hard at work, repairing the wrong and erasing memories so that no one would ever cognize. However, what they can not repair is the death price. Last night, century of citizenry were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the struggle, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an raging part announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an Angelica Archangelica descended from the sky, landing beside him with the balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same Patrick White bird of Jove fender, but his facial characteristics were much dispute. While his hair was blond and cut short, he had several piercings through his pointed ear, his eyebrows, 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 gunpoint in hiding yourself, Gabriel. She knows about me and everything else. You might as well show yourself,"Baltoh muttered, drawing Selene's confused attention.

With a swear, the archangel became visible, causing genus Selene to jump back out of shock absorber and grip Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from Heaven with utter amazement, now having someone to equate Baltoh too other than that brief pot of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

He and Gabriel were in no way allies, but neither were they foeman, only in that they didn't try to kill each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat plus force-out in the universe of discourse, one that he refused to mold with or face with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest affair he had to a supporter, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little More than argue.

"darn it, Baltoh ! Where the inferno were you ? You come here from Hell to hunt these bastards down, and just when we finally ask your help for the first time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Archangels want you dead, because you never make it very decipherable which slope you are on.

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

"The laws of your master mean nothing to me. I do what I want and the forcefulness of Shangri-la had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be glad that I at to the lowest degree go on myself obscure when I show up here. She is of no concern to you, so you easily not say another watchword about her. I was meddling final stage Nox, so tell me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the Truth became manifest."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stunned or this selfish. A physical kinship with a man woman ? ! You always make bother when you come to Earth, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any idea what sorting of abomination would be spawned if you were to impregnate her ? !"

"muteness !"Baltoh roared, infusing so very much ability with his spokesperson that Gabriel was forced to his knees by the oppressive weight unit of that individual word.

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

The Archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by demon business leader and feasting on impeccant people. They were far solid than Angels and they were fast, causing vast amounts of destruction to the urban center while completely exposing themselves to the public."

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

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



12 minute Earlier :

Abaddon faced his small squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their innate sizing. Having spent the last few hours eating and torturing last man, they had feasted upon more than decent agony and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level top executive. True, their minds still remained barely developed enough to mouth and follow lodge, meaning that they were not sophisticated enough to mold their energy into daemon Art, but they could unleash their power in raw unfocused blowup, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your mission is simple ; buy me enough prison term to marshal Thomas More daimon from Hell. To do this, I need you to release as much powerfulness as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. sovereignty terror, mass murder everyone, destroy to your ticker's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just hold back moving and hold the angel off my tail. Go !"

All but two Gargoyles released joyful screech of bloodlust and took to the air to bust up havoc. The two that stayed would be guarding Abaddon in slip any Angels or Archangels discovered their location.



Michael and Gabriel stood on the edge of a skyscraper cap, looking out over the city. New House of York seemed particularly calm this night… or as calm as New House of 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 reality, I never realized how a good deal it has changed,"Gabriel hummed.

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

The two champion paid no attention to the 3rd garden angelica that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the Saame Edward D. White uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a Native American, his brown hair's-breadth hung down past his shoulder, and on his face were legion tattoos ; a pair of annexe on his cheeks and a crossing on his forehead that stretched down the bridgework of his nose just to make a few.

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

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

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

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

A building in the distance suddenly exploded in a geyser of disgraceful fire, throwing debris is all counseling and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the archangel could even locomote in response, several more edifice were destroyed in other areas, quickly turning into Antoine Domino railway line of destruction. John L. H. Down in the streets, the great unwashed were panicking as they heard the blowup and saw the smoke rising, even in the dark night. Was it a terrorist approach ? A huge debauchery ? An temblor ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripples of concern throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory barrier around the city ! Raphael, call forth the Angels to begin evacuations ! I'll go look into !"Michael instructed as he spread his wings and brought forth his sword from nonexistence.

As Michael took off towards the dear detonation, Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio both cast a spell, with the former raising his hired hand and the latter pressing his bridge player down on the ground.

"angel Art : Fading Dream Realm !"Gabriel called.

From his thenar, an unseeable electron beam of brightness up into the sky, eventually stopping high gear above the city and spreading outwards into a immense bean, encompassing all of New York. From this point, all humanity that resided in its distance would blank out anything that happened within the roadblock. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being intimate with Baltoh, Selene was resistant to the spell, due to her proximity to the supernatural figure.

"holy person Art : paragon Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A ripple of light pulsed from his work force, making every Angel in the orbit able-bodied to get word him."All angel study ! start the voiding of humans within the peril zone ! I'm calling for support !"



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

Moving as deadening as a slug, a repulsion Obelisk slowly began to climb from the ground. Having practiced with that number 1 dagger, Abaddon was now conversant with the energy use required to make for onward non-sentient target into the human world from Hell, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow up. The obelisk was the one-quarter of a group scattered across the metropolis, just as a little power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new great power, they would be unassailable enough to even have their own against Archangels.

Once the obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle safety took flight, heading eastward towards the boundary of the city. Like all devil 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 mean and not summoned, their occult jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could move at far smashing distances. The farther they could get from the force play of Heaven, the upright their chance were of being unnoticed. Moving with iniquitous speed, they flew to the absolute limit of their roaming reach.

Believing that he was standing in the best potential spot to ascertain his base hit, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingers. This was the real test, summoning revulsion obelisk was one affair, but this was a unit other conference. Abaddon slammed his bridge player onto the ground, having dredged up his power to its maximum level."daimon Art : Conjuring Necropolis Summoning !"



Michael soared across New York metropolis with his claymore mine in hand, zeroing in on the nearest lineage of explosions. The vitality he could sense from the one causing the destruction was incredibly magnanimous, almost large enough to be a Demon. In his heart, Michael prayed that it really was a Demon, because if something as plebeian as a Gargoyle could strain this level of power, than the situation was far worse than he imagined.

The edifice next to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a twisting maw of black fervor, granting him only enough metre to become intangible asset before rubble rained down on the surrounding region, crushing everything without cover. Looking through the tempest of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature Dark pulsing from between its jaws, the signature move of its kind.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving debauched than a heater, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to deliver an New York minute kill. With supernatural reaction speed, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's steel with its pincer, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the brand's holy blade. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black maelstrom of Energy could be seen charging in the backrest of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the constrict blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow beam with his bridge player.

Shadow Energy streamed out from between Michael's fingers as he pushed against the fire. Normally something like this would be child's play, but the Gargoyle's king levels were off the chart ! With a recondite battle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon under the blast of a cock from the atmospheric pressure of it's own zip.

A loud roar suddenly drew Michael's attention up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the lunar month. The soulless wolf opened its jaws and raised its mind, charging a Dark pulse rate between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the DOE being condensed into the sphere of shadow in the tool's rima oris, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing fall by a fleet of planes.

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

From his outstretched helping hand, several chains of prayer beads pearl were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own flesh like a devil weapon. The Ernst Boris Chain shot through the air like a frog's lingua and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with More king than forte-piano wire, restricting its motility and ending the Dark heart rate before it could be launched.

"holy man Art : divinity fudge Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the hold back Gargoyle and charging a golden sphere of light just past his fingertip.

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

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could deliver a countermove, leaving him helpless as a second Gargoyle slashed Raphael's wings and then severed the prayer beads simpleness with shadow energy streaming from it's claws. The two spite saint fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to mend their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of deal proficiency on the flaming hole in his venter, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with occult f number, shooting off across the city while suppressing their zip to disappear in the night.

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

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

"The Angels are reporting that almost the great unwashed in the bedlam area have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles prevent moving and sustain spreading destruction."

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

Raffaello Santi nodded and raised his hand."Angel Art : promise Beacon Summoning !"

Up above the Empire state of matter Building, there was a bright flash of light as a vast crucifix materialized out of lean air. The structure was ten foot in diameter and 40 feet in tiptop, made of a single small-arm of rosewood and decorated with rosary beads. Dangling from the terminal of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical beam was a top of spikelet. In the upper quoin of the crossbreeding, two large angel wing of light appeared without any physical shape, like holograms.

A pulse rate of Light boomed from the hovering cross, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every Angel Falls gained a blinding aureole of mightiness, as well as the two Archangels speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the stock of mushroom swarm as construction after building was blown to smithereens, they increased their upper to storey normally doable only through the Crusading Canter piece.

The two garden angelica split up, chasing after unlike groups of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the amount of major power they had absorbed before the attack and the pain they were inflicting. With a wordless slash of his sword, Michael launched a crescent blade of luminosity Department of Energy that carved one of the daemon in one-half like a chainsaw through a rotten melon and set the two one-half ablaze with white flames.

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

"Angel Art : Gates of nirvana !"the archangel bellowed, summoning forth the flowery gateway of self-colored amber. The three eruption joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal waving, but with his power enhanced by the cross above the city, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined trinity of shadow blasts was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a sewer scheme. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the blow was instantly ripped apart into millions of bloody pieces as a wall of wind, world apart in terms of power from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"holy person Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael cast, pointing his flank at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching yard of super-charged arrows.

The bolts rained down on the street, each carrying as much office as meteor and shaking the entire metropolis upon wallop with the ground. The surrounding construction were thrown off their introduction and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized crater were torn into the earth by the strike of each individual arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a twelve crosses that dwarfed electric cell telephone towers fell down like bombs and managed to slam down on at least four of the daimon with machine-like truth. Each cross weighed about as much as the Chrysler construction, and upon encroachment, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windows in the building shattered, the buildings themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a pave road and more like a dry river bottom. The Demons underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and pillars of junk and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their iniquity impulse, trying to burgeon forth him out of the sky. Dodging the blow with simpleness, Raphael cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them debauched than they could even work on, ending their detestable life with steel slashes that broke the speech sound barrier.



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



Abaddon gave a dark and booming laugh as his spell finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to hell on earth, larger than the storage warehouse that it had just swallowed. The process had taken vast amount of money of time and energy, but now, the end world was ready.

Slowly coming up like a dip ship filled with airbags, a large building rose up from the portal with an ominous presence. The construction was a duomo, but not like any duomo seen on Earth. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with 1000000 of symbol painted across the walls. Instead of depicting Angels and nonpareil, the one-sided window on the slope showed savage shot from the pits of Hell, giving a detailed picture of the unlike mannequin of torture being experienced by the prisoners. The threshold was guarded by two statues of fiendish jackal and secured with six weighty chains, all with barbed links. Up above the doorway was a pond-sized rose window, with each narrow petal-like pane showing a picture show of a homo stretched out with their flesh peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like normal cathedral, the cap was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the cognitive process of devouring or raping their human victim. The bell tug of the cathedral was also decorated with statues, but these were of fiend, all armed and posed like Zeus about to thrust a lightning bolt of lightning. The bells themselves were ribbed like homo chests and tam-tam within were shaped like human skulls. At the very top of the tower, a statue of a jackal with bat offstage and Capricorn the Goat trumpet crouched with the fires of Hell burning in its eyes.

The front doorway began to open, breaking the six chains. Instead of a thought of the interior, door opened up to reveal a portal vein to Hell. Normally, a conjuring memorial park was used in underworld as a means of a teleportation twist to take forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever cast the magical spell. While it could not process as a regular portal between the universes, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in decree to bring forward multiple daemon at once, but that was all they had the free energy for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten Demons, each with different nervus facialis features. The first had two caprine animal horns with one broken, the second had a head of spiky hair's-breadth but he had multiple humble saddle horn hanging down on his side and resembling a beard, the tierce was bald and his horns were both broken, the fourth had his horns coming out of the corners of his mouth like boar tusks, the fifth part had two long horns that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three conical horns on his brow, the seventh ( and only female ) had two thieve horns hanging down over here eyes and foresighted black haircloth, matted with blood, the eighth had two goat French horn like Abaddon but stood out with a declamatory steel ring going through his lower jaw, the ninth had trumpet going around his psyche like a crown, and the tenth had two bull-like horns and his face was decorated with countless intricate pattern carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the Demons essentially looked the same, down to the shackles on their wrist joint and the armor-clad doll. Naming them in rules of order of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

"Amun, bile, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Mylitta, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the human world,"he said with a dark laugh as he held out his arms to his sides.



"Damn it. Do you bear any clue what they were trying to attain with it ?"Baltoh asked.

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

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

"Another matter, after the battle, the people of New York began to go unfounded and psychotic. We thought that maybe our archetype computer memory rub had failed and that they were still panicking from the destruction, but that theory was crushed by the quantity of vehemence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summon multiple horror Obelisks across the city to get to his Gargoyles so hefty that they had almost reached monster levels."

"Multiple dagger ? ! He should have barely been able to rally one, and you should have been able to find oneself him long before he succeeded !"

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

"Has something like this ever happened before ? A catastrophe on this howling a weighing machine ?"genus Selene asked.

"There have been similar disasters and outbreaks, but they are incredibly rare and never incorporated any sort of planning. This is unlike ; they have a delegation,"Baltoh answered.

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

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

"You two understand the police of the cosmos far safe than I do, I can't even start out to act like I understand Eden and the pits like you two. But I did study theoretical physic and I was a big fantasy reader when I was young. I know this sounds pudden-head, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the barrier between Earth and Inferno ?"

"As far as I know, such a thing has never happened. The roadblock have always been rank. But if there was such a way, they would postulate an anchor, something they could use to tug on this macrocosm and take out it close to underworld for the barrier to sabotage,"Gabriel answered, sighing in disbelief that he was discussing such matters with a mere human.

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

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 metropolis. We have an election coming up with political rhetoric that is as toxic as battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police because the full-bodied chief executive officer and corrupt bankers sent U.S. into a recess, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decade that causes only misery, and every day, multitude are becoming half-baked and more extremum. What if that's the mainstay you're talking about ? What if terra firma, or America, or even this urban center, is generating so much hatred and negative energy that it is dragging us down closer to Hades ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I can only hypothecate, doctrine is as far as we can get in this subject. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomalousness. You came into cosmos as a Demon filled with hatred, then gained archangel powers. Could it be that the force of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New House of York, being drawn towards each other like attraction, and your power to expire between dimensions is basically poking holes in the roadblock between them ?"

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

"I got to say, I'm actually starting to care this missy,"Gabriel said.

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

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

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the roadblock, I think they are trying to buck a threshold through it, a permanent one that will unite Earth and Hell completely, and even drag this total existence into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to type away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to work on as if zero was wrong while he and the military group of Heaven continued their lookup, but she was finding it basically insufferable to focus on monthly reports when less than an minute ago, she had heard that the terra firma could very well occur to an end. It was late in the first light, as she had originally planned on staying home and spending a romanticistic and slacken day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the true serious-mindedness of the position. Normally, coming into oeuvre so late would risk sending her straight to the unemployment line of credit, but with how many people were"missing ”, her foreman was just happy to receive as many people as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focus with the lot of the world on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the waiting room. coffee, coffee tree would fix everything.

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

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

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

"Oh don't frolic dumb. You think I couldn't see you walking bowlegged from a mile away ? You're wincing so a good deal with each footstep that it's like you sprained both your mortise joint. You and Baltoh totally…"

"Not here !"Selene hissed, grabbing Molly's manus and dragging her to the falling out elbow room, where they would get some privateness.

Alone in the break room, Molly turned to Selene with an rapt grin."Details girl ! I need point !"

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

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

"Like a entire, and I really stand for an literal entire. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack unchanging with a award-winner horse on meth,"she groaned, fanning herself as memories of the night brought waves of hot arousal.

"holy place shit ! No wonder you can barely walk without cringing ! Was he cunning with the cunnilinctus ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Molly looked at them in everlasting and dead mental rejection."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking stopping point night ? !"

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

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

"shit it, Selene !"

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

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

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

Selene just winced, waiting for him to calm down. After several seconds of deep breathing, he finally became slow down."Well it's not like I did too a good deal to blot out my universe, plus I can always wipe her memories."

He looked out the maw blasted through the building and listened to the strait of battle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a convinced grin 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 interested in a threesome ?"mollie asked.

"Jeez, something must have hit you on the forefront pretty damn severely. descend on you fiddling slut, let's get out of here,"Selene laughed as she pulled her Quaker to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the archangel Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female garden angelica with a literally seraphic face and long scarlet hair. While her beauty would immediately down a lesser man, her wildness in fight was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her show, as she looked like she was in her mid teenager, yet she was as old as genus Selene and invulnerable to time. The other five daemon were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

"It's strange that now YOU'RE the one recovering from OUR plan of attack. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly rickety in this human being earthly concern,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her top dog that was connected to a lone chain that came out of her wrist joint. Baltoh smiled.

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

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

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

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

The ogre pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their intensity, trying to at least string blood, all while the daimon Amun bellow them tried to loose himself from Baltoh's nates, which was wrapped around him like a straight jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his tail, instantly crushing the daimon in his hold as if his body were a banana tree and sending bloodline and bits of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his left wing Demon wing, giving him a clear view of the enemy to his depress left hand. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his sword at the Demon's face and cut a aslope section through his skull. The lesion was actually cauterized by the focal ratio and friction of the attack as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three Demons quickly retreated in fearfulness and Lilith launched her Mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged blade. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the binding of his hand as if it were little to a greater extent than the dot of a laser pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold simple machine, he stabbed Lilith through the breast with his nipper, sending his manus bursting out of her backbone with her tattered thorn and shred heart in his grip and blood spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited lineage, he chopped her headspring off.

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

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

Rising up from a vena portae to Hell, a house-sized bleak skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantations and ablaze with the flaming from the wickedness abyss. The skull opened its lip and outstretched its black forked tongue, secured on which was a medieval stand, coated in profligate with shackles in the street corner. The shackles were secured to the single-foot with bladed chains and the interiors were lined with barbed nails.

Like the tongues of frogs, the shackles reached out from the corners of the rack and grabbed Mantus'tree branch, making him howl in pain as the nails dug into his flesh and sent blood flowing freely. The trammel yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody single-foot and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the wrack, holding the terminal of barb wires that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The hands moved back and Forth, covering him in stratum upon layer of barbed telegram and even threading them through his flesh like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten up against him, and the trammel began to rive back into the corners, tugging on his limbs. Mantus gave one last scream of excruciating pain before the shackles ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his trunk like the blades of a meat poor boy, spraying blood, 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 flaming and the tongue was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

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

All of the monster turned to flee, but before Pan could trace his own words, Baltoh aimed his deal at him."Demon Art : pincer Bullets !"

Firing from the tips of his fingerbreadth like clout from five motorcar gun turrets, Baltoh's hook shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundreds of sharp slug washed over Pan, filling him with more muddle than a cup of tea sponge and ripping the life-time from him.

"Five ogre killed in to a lesser extent than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



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

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

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't underwrite his cut and let that double-crosser follow him to Earth !"gall defended, drawing a bone scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even have sex if this is potential know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chances of success ! We can't even summon any to a greater extent daimon, we used the last of the push left behind by Baltoh getting you by-blow here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth River between Earth an Hell a few hundred times, there is no way to call for reinforcements !

Our chances 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 that it comes down on all of your tush ten flock !"

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

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his synagogue."We are going to lay low and make water every readying we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing people, you all lost that perquisite. At least we'll have the time to make trusted that everything that can be done will done. We just have to desire that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the strength of Eden, that I think we'll have to wreak out cornet card before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his soundbox was the same as when he was born, his mind and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more composite mortal 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 demon'further intervention, New York and the world beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their actions, the forces of inferno had awoken the most extremum desires and preconception in guild. Out in the streets, protesters were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psychotic were bombing everything from Planned parenthood to gay taproom. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New House of York was triggering similar destabilizations across the commonwealth and even across the globe, setting the world on fervour and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her back to him as she bounced up and down on his muscular genus Phallus as if it were an exercise ball. Her tits were bouncing beautifully with each acme and cliff, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another angle. With genus Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to dig far deeper into her hot wet pussy than the first of all time, probing new sheepfold and corners and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the celestial horizon outside, New York was already entire repaired from the battle, and mollie was unconscious mind in her apartment, having had her computer storage wiped of the day's result. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the thick titillating applause of Selene's bare ass and firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moans, and the darkness of her bouncing breast against the far rampart, cast by the brightness of the setting sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My branch are on flame and I'm so tired,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hours, something that no veritable human male would be capable to do.

"Don't worry, I'll take guardianship of the rest."

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a detonation bird and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire cock up into her body and making her riot in shock and joy at the unfathomable penetration. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his throb penis up into her with the speed and great power of a jackhammer, completely taking away all feeling in her legs and making her wonder how she would ever be able-bodied to walk ever again after such a hard screwing. Baltoh's scrotum and phallus were basically a blur as he moved with the velocity of a machine, and both devotee half-expected sess to commence wafting from genus Selene's pussy from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its limit point but staying just as soft and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to exert her counterpoise, the busty knockout was moaning in bliss and rubbing the swollen brim of her cunt, barely able-bodied to tell when he was in or out of her due to the great size of it and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty minutes, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to trance his breath. Still not satisfied, Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the lips while she slowly and gently rocked back and Forth River on his dick, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussy. After the kiss, she raised her body and he began sucking on her breasts with zestfulness, savoring the taste and feel of her gentle figure and the swollen pattern of her teat in his mouth. As she moved back and forth on his cock, he had his men on her perfect ass boldness, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several minutes until Selene finally dismounted him.

"semen on honey, finish me off with that sweet tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his side.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's pecker due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the unflawed curvature of her ass, the toned shapely impertinence, her hairless stretched pussy, and of course her untouched anus. Wrapping his blazon around her torso ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female compare to the statue of Jacques Louis David and the human superior to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his aspect in her pussy like a dog in a goober pea butter jar, slurping on her succus with relish and massaging her bruise interior with his tongue. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the best blowjob possible, stroking the spear with one bridge player when it wasn't in her mouth and using her former hand to massage his chunk. On the level below, his buns was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating tactual sensation of her knife, sass, and cheek.

Gently slithering through genus Selene's pussycat with his knife, Baltoh was able-bodied to energise her in ways that pounding way at her with his cock never could. With the little garget or shake of the forked outgrowth, he could make her unanimous body jerk in ecstasy and created a flood of her delicious pussy juices. It didn't take a good deal to drive her over the sharpness. After just a few hour of eating her out, he could discover that theme song orgasmic groan beginning wage hike, while suppressed of line by his hammer filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to shake, giving genus Selene all the heads up she needed. Both lovers doubled their movement, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his cock ceaselessly with her glossa and Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet tongue soothing her aching cunt like a big bowl of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's boldness was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's Bill Gates of Eden, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the former end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally take fire into a vent of cum, flooding her throat to the point that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating tool out like an awake coma patient pulling out a alimentation tube and raised her headspring, swallowing Baltoh's seed. Her mouth was devoid of semen but her stomach 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 consistence cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your body will never neglect to gravel and wind up me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all other men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be able to fall down asleep holding you again, but after last night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes precedence ; after all, you're saving the world. Just remember that I'm here, and if you ever want to reside for a few hr, I'm always ready to snuggle,"she said sweetly, giving him another osculation before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered Selene's judgement that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely keep her back talk shut."Baltoh, is it possible to reestablish memories that you or another backer has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in oddment."certain, but it isn't always pretty, especially when time go. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her tongue to keep from speaking without her judgment's permit. This thought had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug bite that she could not stop scraping. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past ?

"That womanhood who knew your name back at the office, she's my booster, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a 3 ?"

Baltoh needed to angle against the windowpane, trying to regain his mental aim from the question."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't faith her. I gave my heart to you, genus Selene, a core that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading light crystallize her naked body."I don't want you to know her, I'm not asking you to give birth opinion for her. But making honey to you and having sex with her would make water me well-chosen, plus I think a little fun and delight would avail 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 felicitous without beheading a monster. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to deepen you, I just want to give you the alternative of being at peace, and this is one thing that I think we would both relish,"she whispered with her hand on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an discharge bowling alley, scribbling incantations on the priming coat in human being blood that he was reading off a sheet of the human body from a man's back. He was mumbling curse word as he tried to hold on numeration of the symbols and remember their specific order. There were thousands of different symbol, all drawn around a tintinnabulation that was a hundred metrical foot in diameter and even stretched into the tierce dimension on the bulwark of the edifice on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to curb in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the Hell am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this trance stuff and nonsense,"he complained.

"These symbols will save you worthful clock time and probably your life. When I first summoned a Horror obelisk to this realm, I memorized the energy equivalence needed to compensate for the unlike dimensional factor and altered it for this situation. These symbols are the equation in a written flesh. Using this arrangement of incantations, the while will use up a fraction of the meter and get-up-and-go it would normally expect without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to learn thousand of symbols, flawlessly alter the equation, and then pen it down for you newbies. Keep working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and stamp out you if I see you."The red-haired Archangel said, looking out over the city from the roof of an authority building. Of all the Archangels in New York, she was the youngest, being just over half a hundred old with the body of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten base away with his arms cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big difficulty for talking to you."

"That's just what I want rosemary, to talk to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her bright blue eyes.

"What do you guess I am, not just as a somebody, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the merely garden angelica aside from Gabriel that sought a cease-fire with you ?"

"It was never a cease-fire you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a incontrovertible force in the universe, but you wanted to do more than engagement by my side, you wanted to live by my face as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making Rosemary's long red hair flutter and Baltoh's burning glory shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the abruptly wall lining the cap with Rosmarinus officinalis, but she turned around.

"Do you remember those years we spent in Hell together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie garden angelica, a bright-eyed rookie with pipe dream of changing the world."

Rosmarinus officinalis laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help lessen the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their numbers game. Of course it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to decease More prison term than I could count. I remember it so clearly, falling to the ground, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a mathematical group of demon. As I listened to them babble about how they planned to violate and kill me, I tried to work a unity spark of vitality so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all Hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a individual baseball swing of your sword.

You healed my wounds, helped me regain my strength, and taught me about Hell. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my life sentence. I could have left any time, but I wanted to be with you. Three solar day, that was how long I had before they would notice my disappearance in Heaven, but in Hell, it was three terrific years. I was do-or-die to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a unmarried fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in erotic love before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in rescript for you to have got ever felt that way about me, you had to consume studied me and watched me closely. You had to give birth analyzed me, and because of that, you know me bettor than well-nigh others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, remember ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human, I know. I saw you two kiss in that construction. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just delicately on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know picayune but ira, I know that it is a fair sex's heart and judgement that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always will. That's basically the status quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original enquiry ?"

"What do you mean I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the breeze the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her mild fingers against the incline of his face."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a soul, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't resolution that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to get out how much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first place."

rosemary was understood for respective moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an archangel and a Demon, a combining of the two ultimate supernatural being, but that fair sex is neither, she is just a powerless human. You were brought to life through death and choler of millions of killers who slew immorality in the name of justice and sought that justice through murder. She on the former hired man is a vibrant and caring woman, who I imagine is full of love and energy. She's your exact opposite in every way.

I think the ground why you are with her is because you are trying to see peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the Light Within of Archangel powers and the dark of monster powers, your heart is trying to obtain remainder between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the smell of love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her Word of God sink in.

"prison term in Heaven does not pass as quickly as it does in the pits, every day here on Earth is a day in Heaven and a year in Hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eons with your someone filled with nada 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 : have this womanhood what she wants. If she is truly willing to be surface when no other woman would, then I think she is trying to tell apart you to be that give as well. For once Baltoh, close your offstage and spread your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"Wait,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, drawing his care back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you want ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one buss,"she said with a modest smiling as she walked over to him.

"rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger's breadth on his back talk and silenced him."Just a single kiss, zilch more. Please, just let me eff what it's like ; let me bang what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a oceanic abyss breath in response. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their brim. For several seconds, their lips joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosmarinus officinalis stepped back with a smiling 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 grin and nodded before taking off, feeling much better than he had before.



Molly was sitting at genus Selene's island table with her mouth hanging open and her oculus rolled back. Baltoh had his radiance hand wrapped around her head, using his great power to furbish up the memories that he had originally erased. mollie had no musical theme what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an even of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him place his fingerbreadth on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a abductor with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a while for Selene and Baltoh to work up the courageousness to invite her and effort to recollect her storage for a threesome, but after genus Selene ended the call, she could sense her libido root to shimmer as retentiveness 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 story of her first-class honours degree go with Molly to Baltoh.

At first he was skeptical and withdrawn at the idea of intimacy with this unknown, intimacy itself still a quag to him, but as genus Selene described that night on the office staff level with particularly intense point, he could feel his own sex drive growing in strength and desire. Standing beside this char, restoring her memories, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her curved skeletal system. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to look forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the existent reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing Molly's freehanded bosom.

"What do you signify ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

genus Selene gave a lazy smile and let her middle vagabond up Molly's build, the image that she was intimately familiar with."Some friendly vengeance I guess. Alcohol doesn't generate the great unwashed unlike personalities ; it shows a small part of who they really are. molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our dependable colors were played out and it seems some function of me enjoys being with fair sex and some voice 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 life story, but regardless, Molly did take advantage of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grudge against her and find nothing but the tending 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 ascendence, I want her to obey my orders and take it as hard as I want her to. But she is my friend and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my life and shown me a world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the flock and sound of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosmarinus officinalis said : she is being this open so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her plans of the future. She wants me to be a part of every deep dark surreptitious she has, because that's how very much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth fill his inwardness 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 anomic than the Nox she discovered knockout schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the sides of the table as if an earthquake was shaking the building. The memory of Baltoh crashing through the power building and Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her creative thinker like a strobe light. Selene's bright super acid eye kept flickering up and down, holding mollie's pretty vapours and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to remember every detail of the fly man, standing behind her without her even cognizant.

With each mo that passed by, mollie became more wild and confused, eventually coming to the degree that Selene feared that she was going to stimulate a complete mental breakdown. Looking past Molly at the invisible Baltoh, Selene nodded with a stony construction. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his recollective tail around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her body. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind mollie and gently breathing on her neck opening. 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 backstage into her peripheral visual modality as if they were closing in on her from all slope and placed his mitt on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her silky flesh and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his head past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious expression he was wearing. She noted the grayish pelt, the silvery eyes, the burning ring above his head, and the overall handsomeness of his appearing, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

She shivered at his words, but not out of fright.

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 inferno, how he was born as a Demon and gained archangel baron, his war with the power of darkness and his bloody feud with the strength of Heaven, what he was doing on ground, and how they met. Essentially, she told molly just enough to keep her from asking further questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breather was gently blowing on mollie's neck and bare shoulders as he sampled her unfermented perfume and the odour of her soft physique.

He was starting to like this girl ; he could feel his sexual desire for her growing in power. It was not as focused and emotionally composite as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the transactions passed, Molly became less fearful and more anxious. The smell of Baltoh's ropey but powerful tail squeeze and rubbing against her body was replacing her original terror with sexual excitement.

"molly, do you remember what I said when we were at the situation ? 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 threesome, do you remember ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

Molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her face inches from mollie's.

The aroused blond nodded a third time, now with a coy grinning. In reply, genus Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their lips join and divide over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erection reaching its fully size of it and pressed it against Molly's rear, making her wiggle 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 hand on his cheek and slipped her natural language into his oral cavity. Their spit danced around each early while their lip met like crashing waves, all while Molly hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His tenacious branch tongue slowly reached out like a enchant snake, making Molly's eyes widen. He flitted his clapper between her rosy-cheeked brim and slid it in, tasting the inside of her backtalk and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with molly deep-throating Baltoh's tongue.

Suddenly, mollie jerked and emitted a moan of pleasure. genus Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the sleeping accommodation,"Selene purred, feeling the alone intimate urges from the night of the Christmas political party returning.

Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her feet and carried her with only his tail. Retracting his flank into his backrest, he followed Selene into the bedroom and lowered molly onto the bed, who was filled with both terror at the Demon-Archangel loanblend and sexual fervour as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a step back as genus Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind mollie 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 naked woman were pressed against each other. Without apparel in the way, Selene slid her hand down mollie's flat belly and began working her fingers between her legs, getting the cushy pale lips as wet as potential while she fondled and massaged molly's breasts.

observance Selene and Molly's tongues rub against each other in an anele dancing between their lips, Baltoh could no longer take his throbbing sex driving force. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a athirst tone from molly as she laid optic on his muscular erection. His butt swishing and jumping behind him in agitation, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before mollie. She spread her legs wide to invite him and Selene moved her hired hand, granting him access code to the blond beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking confirmation one last time that she wanted this. Selene ended her candy kiss and nodded to him, causing Molly to look down and stare in astonishment as Baltoh extended his long forked tongue and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. mollie's breathing became fast and laborious and she bit her lip as the two tips of his tongue gently touched her soft soma, taking an initial taste of her juices. Baltoh licked her a secondly time, 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 consecrate a strident whine of pleasance as he orally entered her. He began swishing his lingua around and side of meat to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his lips against the entrance, stimulating her clitoris in mode that she had never before know. Molly moaned in cristal, unable to comprehend the pleasure that he was giving her. At her groan, genus Selene got up on her knee with mollie's principal resting on her venter and hefted her firm breasts in her font. mollie hungrily took them with her backtalk, sucking on her left hand teat 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 head back, letting the tender exultation axial motion over while she flexed her fingers in her pussy, taking them out after every other bit to work off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"Molly begged, releasing Selene's wet mammilla.

With his face buried between Molly's legs, Baltoh looked up at genus Selene through his combustion halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in restitution, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juices were addictively delicious.

"Why did you quit ? That would have been the adept orgasm of my life !"molly exclaimed, already glistening with sudor from the gumptious euphoria that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"Selene whispered with her mouth pressed against Molly's backtalk.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his cock, pointing it right at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"genus Selene aggressively purred.

Molly licked her lips and got on her hands and knee with her neck opening knack. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his phallus, ineffectual to even touch her fingers to her ovolo. She moved her paw back and Forth River, stroking out any flaccidity with the head word just inches from her face. She slowly took the head in her mouth, trying to fit as a lot as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue titillation and feeling every centimeter of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the slit at the top and working it under the rooftree above the beginning of the gibe. Molly began bobbing her forefront back and forth, trying to see how much of Baltoh's cock she could fill with the tip prodding the back of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of stupor from Selene's actions. With near of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, genus Selene was forced to lay sideways across her pillow. She had a coy smile on her face, having just inserted her finger into molly's whoreson. She was wiggling it around in the pissed orifice, taking great pleasure in watching Molly squirm. She then removed her finger and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it clean. Taking the initiative, she spread Molly's ass cheeks and pressed her sassing against her anus while inserting her tongue. molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's tongue stirring her cocksucker and the wetness of her sassing mixture with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's shit, Selene worked her fingers in her snatch, often stopping to wreak the puss succus into Molly's anus. When she did this, she would murder her brim and do work her finger's breadth into the ring, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would spread her anus with her finger and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a blank glob of saliva nestled right the spiritualist sheep pen of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, Molly would often subscribe to Baltoh's turncock out of her mouth, just so that she could patter on the point and then rub her saliva across the cock. She would smear his prick across her face, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like physical composition, and put it back in her mouth, where her head would bob back and forth as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, genus Selene got up and lied beside molly, who relinquished Baltoh's prick. Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and caput slurping off mollie's saliva as if it were the most yummy lolly on terra firma. With a warm smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her hair, making her expression at him with passion and happiness in her eyes. She took his turncock out of her mouth and gave it back to mollie, who took slap-up joy in licking off Selene's spit.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her stage spread. mollie reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a long and passionate kiss to show that his flavor for her were in no way affected by Molly's comportment, and Selene returned the candy kiss to answer the subject matter. With a smile, he sat on his heels and put it prance right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and pain sensation as the muscular Phallus penetrated her like a clenched fist, making her arch her back and bobby pin the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his prick lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the hips and began driving deep into her with recollective powerful poking, very slowly bringing up his amphetamine as he stretched her puss to the required point in time. Beside them, Molly was fingering herself and pulling on her tit, staring at Selene with envy and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action, she swung her leg over Selene's question and began straddling her face in the same way genus Selene had rode hers during the Christmas party. Selene grabbed mollie's glorious ass and gorged herself on her pussy, making the blonde have to lean over on all quadruplet from the paralyzing waves of joy genus Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his to the full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's puss like a political machine, making the bed creak like a way full of rocking chair and Selene's tits bounce and roll like two water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her stage around him while he sucked on her bosom, all the patch fucking her with powerful vacillation of his pelvis. His knife-like bristly tail was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his headway, looking at Molly's one shot ass less than half a foot from his face. He leaned forward and inserted his glossa into her anus the way genus Selene had done and pressed his mouth against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the unbelievable stimulation in her pussy and bastard, Molly was moaning in joy, gyrating her pelvis while Selene feasted on her scrumptious pussy and Baltoh licked every corner of her bunghole with the cheeks rubbing against his face, loving the vacuum taste.

"Oh god !"Molly cried out, having an orgasm that shook her to the stage that she thought that she would strike apart like a house of cards.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop licking as she experienced an anatomical reference quake of sensual gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, Molly dismounted Selene as if her typeface was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the enlistment De Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her puss. Selene sat up, her face and hair wet with mollie's juices, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the savour that filled their mouths.

"Oh please have it off me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."chip in it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smiling and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each pulse of his heart. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as clean as air and lowered her onto his lap veneer him. Shaky with excitement, mollie grasped his prick 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 knee joint just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the chief against her rim and tried to guide it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size. Gripping her by the pelvis, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her shrieking as if she had just been stabbed. Molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to treat the Brobdingnagian shape inside her ; it felt like a Python was trying to turn her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt club, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy looking at her look, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a tender kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and settle down on his case. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work, probing her pussy with his tongue and working his lips against the entree. With her whole body shaking, Molly began shifting back and forth to the sides, whimpering from the uncomfortable size of it on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some gratification out of it.

genus Selene leaned forward, comforting her friend with a recollective and gentle kiss. Their glossa passed their brim and began to eddy and enwrap around each other, forming glistening train of thought of wetness between their oral cavity. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this position, the more energetic mollie was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to tolerate a few column inch of bouncing.

visual perception that molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to exact it to the next tier. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juice off his face."Make her sidesplitter,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned molly around on his prick 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 wow in pain like the kickoff time. He lifted her up with comfort, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled Molly back down onto his cock. She screamed again, this sentence with some pleasure in her voice. He lifted her up a third time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high moan. With a smile, he began moving her like a giant fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little effort. It took her a while, but in time, she began to lease immeasurable pleasure in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her body and lifting her up and down, molly was rubbing her twat in bliss, which was stretched to its absolute maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the effort off her naked body.

Holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own consistence, jabbing up into her like a Walter Piston so quickly that his ball sack was an indistinguishable fuzz. molly's shrieking and moans were silenced and replaced with a bass gagging sound. Her oculus rolled back into her head and her trunk became wilted as she tried to process the intense sensations blasting through her veins. Baltoh's peter was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her wooden leg were completely numb. This was worlds beyond any do it she had ever received with a human being, and her trunk could barely cope with the dynamic hammer that Baltoh's bulging humanity was inflicting on her. The rough slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to stop to catch his breath. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."Molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't worry, she's amercement. I kept a stopping point eye on her strong-arm and mental state to make sure I didn't endanger her or impose any genuine harm. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the sentiency she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasms she experienced. It's basically a sexually induce seizure. It's completely harmless, her mentality is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, Selene licked her sass and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her friend's centre off his cock. After slurping up every drop of cunt juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood as if it were a coin-operated ride. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her puss like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten instant, molly began to put forward, waking back up. Hearing her hums of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's hawkshaw and lied down on top of Molly, rubbing her knocker against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whine in delight and her eyes bolt spread out.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside mollie, Selene kissed her cervix and rubbed their naked bodies together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my slit. Oh my god, it's so big,"mollie moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her pussy didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slue his cock between her firm ass cheek like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her soft flesh as he diverted the psyche back into genus Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of molly, Selene purred as her cunt was stretched like a rubber band and her oily juice dripped into Molly's pass around ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could keep grinding his cock in between mollie's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his full cock into her hungry puss. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with riotous powerful stroking, Selene couldn't stop herself from moaning in disco biscuit. With Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked soundbox rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal input.

"That's right baby, sleep together me !"Selene groaned as her hot pants made her bold face and excited.

After a few hour of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening prick into her deliciously piano snatch, using the wetness from Selene as lubricant.

"Oh god, that feels so serious !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to good hurrying while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning women, fucking one for several minutes before moving to the former. As they took spell being fucked, genus Selene and Molly were running their hands and touching themselves, though with Molly having her back to Selene, she had to mostly satisfy herself with rubbing her own slit or fingering her lover's asshole.

"Please, let me suck it. I really want to suck it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought genus Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his cock out of Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a crack whore, Molly turned and tried to lick Baltoh's prick, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"Molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a large clod of tongue. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her friend's tongue and vaginal fluids as if her liveliness depended on it. While Molly blew Baltoh, Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, infant, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The loanblend bit his lip in nervousness as the meaning hit him like a slap from a wet hand, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his putz in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the last thing he wanted to do was cause the woman he loved any physical soreness, her words did reach him an easing warmth. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no prevarication, neither to him or herself. She truly did commit him and have it off him.

Molly sat back, a looking of astonishment on her face as she realized that now was her time to allow the two devotee with some outer space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a line of buss up her back and along her berm and neck opening, making her purr at his touch."Are you surely 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 feel will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a osculation to the back of the ear and then sat up.

"Wait, let me avail,"Molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the berm and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's coal black ass brass and stretched her whoreson with her middle fingerbreadth. Convulsing her cheeks, molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a modest current flowed down in between the moist backtalk of her pussy. Taking a recondite hint, Baltoh pressed the head of his hammer against her oiled asshole and slowly tried to push it in. Immediately, he grunted from the parsimoniousness of her arse. He couldn't even fit the top dog in ; it was like trying to hump a rubber band for a lobster claw. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whine and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every glob of spit she could garner onto the caput of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a longsighted crack in the floor with his tail as he finally managed to pop the head of his cock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to lowly. Selene had her face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slow down.

Now that he had worked the nous in, the hardest part was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and Molly had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly drive forward, millimeter by mm, biting his lip as he tried to resist the niggardness while molly supportably spread Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to solace Selene, stroking her hair, kissing her au naturel figure, and even working her digit between Selene's wooden leg.

meter passed, the minutes on the Selene's bedside warning signal rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his member halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to displace. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could permeate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his mitt against her cheek as if checking for a fever.

"I'm amercement, just be patrician,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her abject rachis, giving Selene a minute to get accustomed to the great mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to displume out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and flinch. Keeping his head teacher inside, he came to a stay and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her head up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to move slowly, Baltoh could finally take note of how good her anus felt. While her cunt had not nearly been as nasty and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his pecker. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all position equally, and while it was clenching with incredible force, it was a much more lifelike fit.

Burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this metre pulling it back in a I stroke. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's dick, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that feeling so good. Just like that child, 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 osculation on her backbone and stood up, ineffective to fuck her on his human knee due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his turncock and proceeded to take up a tedious and steadily 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 jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in retentive dull apoplexy, turning her busyness into groan of bliss that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in speed. While he rocked her mankind, Molly was behind her with her face buried in genus Selene's exposed puss, taking the opportunity to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fast pace and the apartment was filled with the sound of Selene's ass slapping against his second joint and her glorious moans of joy, both from the anal penetration and her right protagonist gorging herself on her hot, wet kidnapping. The bed was creaking like an old house as it struggled to handle the downwards slams of Baltoh plunging into Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her SOB with such amphetamine and magnate that it would forever be as loose as a twain of sweatpants. Selene was giving a incessant screaming of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all notion from the waist down except the sensation 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 irregular, she became as limp as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to go through out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his hammer from her anus, which was gaping capable and refused to return to its master size. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her mouth, deep throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavoring of Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thick coat of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turning. I want you to fuck my ass just like you fucked hers,"mollie said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a min to breathe. She deserves to feel as dear as I did."

mollie moved to the foot of the bed and got on all foursome, spitting into her helping hand and smearing her spittle in her anus. She even spread her ass buttock and pulled the ring exposed so that Baltoh could spit into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't worry, it won't be as hard as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my pet,"She said with a aphrodisiacal winking.

Baltoh gave a tired grinning and got back on his human knee, moving over to her and pressing the promontory of his dick against her bunghole. Gritting his teeth against the niggardliness, he slowly began working himself in with molly hollering in raptus. While she was still incredibly tight, she had been right when she said that she was easier than genus Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her yowl were merge with shriek of botheration.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with genus Selene. Gripping Molly's pelvic arch, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her vocalism to increase in book while his speed slowly rose. Before hanker, her ass was smacking against his second joint with the Saame glorious clapping sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her screech at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his utmost hurrying. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet smile on her font, and the unequalled love in her eye. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the buss, Baltoh went up to his top amphetamine, fucking Molly's shit so toilsome and so fast that the auditory sensation she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his putz could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while Selene gently ran her deal across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly brassy 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. Molly collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the paries with Selene beside him.

"I can't reserve out much longsighted. My stamina has run out and I'm close to reaching my orgasm,"he panted.

"good story, you've been fighting nonstop flight for thousands of years, but a couple women from Earth can pass on you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the impudence. She then looked at her admirer."Molly, how about we finish him the Sami way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than willing, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd passion to."

With Molly to his right and genus Selene to his left wing, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two women moved closer to each other, interlocking their leg and getting into the scissoring situation with Baltoh's cock between their pussies. Gyrating their pelvic girdle, the two woman began grinding the lips of their puss against the rotating shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became heavy as the balmy peel rubbed against his dick in a way exchangeable to a script job. Just the genial feeling and the image were as secure as the strong-arm experience, both for him and his buff and sexual acquaintanceship. Selene and Molly were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his cock against their self-conceited snatch, loving the feeling the hot appendage against the lips, their shine thighs rubbing against each former, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each early's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several thick flow of semen shot out and up from the capitulum, far more than any unconstipated human quantity. The Patrick Victor Martindale White fountain covered Selene and Molly's circle, basically glazing their pussies in spermatozoan. Staying pressed together, genus Selene and Molly slowly scraped the cum off his cock and resettled on his legs, scissoring to the gunpoint of sexual climax as they both savored the touch sensation of Baltoh's semen sliding between their smooth wet cunt and the effeminateness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two womanhood separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their pussies 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 eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in timeworn agreement with their faces buried his chest. With a smile, Baltoh sat up for a here and now to let his wings extend from his trunk, them wrapped them around the fair sex's nude trunk and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so gladiolus we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely capable to keep on her eyes open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always gear up and hungry for cock,"Molly replied, giving a small stretchability and rubbing her nipples against Baltoh's bare chest.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her fingers around his flaccid dick and gently stroked it, ineffective to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't ask over me too often,"molly then said.

Selene opened her heart and looked at Molly."What's incorrect ?"

"Nothing. I would love to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in honey, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together most of the fourth dimension, and this isn't a human relationship for three. debate me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde beaut and licking Baltoh's cum out of every recession of her back talk."I know you're mostly saying that because your integral let down body is completely numb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that hard every day of the week, but I also know that you truly mean that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with mollie's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the lip. Kept warm by his body heat from their nude trunk pressed together and the blanket-like wings, Selene and Molly slowly drifted to sleep with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his bureau. With a grinning 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 Sami position, their raw bodies feeling unbelievable against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fright were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't stir in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his foundation, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their arm were wrapped around each other's naked bodies, their pap were touching, and their foreheads were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his torso. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping women. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so aphrodisiac. He desperately wished he could go up under the covers with them and fall asleep with their defenseless bodies pressed against his, but after the first-class honours degree Nox he spent with Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New House of York City when there were now six demon that could come upon at any time. Even with the archangel around, the death toll would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the tomentum out of their faces, smiling as he admired their stunner. 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 face pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made love, and to Baltoh, it was the gravid month of his life, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple times, he and Selene would get together and enact that sweet passionate adhesion. Baltoh could not get enough of genus Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her Godhead beauty, and loved her for her angelic individual and tender heart. Selene was very similar in that esteem, in that cipher could ever stay her desire to devolve on and take up Baltoh's muscular cock. sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being internal with Baltoh was turning her into a angry hellcat, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a devil in the pouch. She just couldn't function without either walking bowlegged after being ridden like a wild maria or was about to be.

Every minute that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their soundbox together in that loving forcible chemical bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as much time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's past and trying to learn as much as he could about the woman he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to learn as very much as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past tense to address of, she instead asked him about matter like doctrine, story, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the gears in his psyche turned. She also asked him motion about the universe and the pits, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the hoi polloi he had met, the battle he had fought, the escapade he had experienced, and his computer memory from animation in the inferno. There were also questions about his activity on Earth, as when genus Selene discovered just how very much collected meter he had spent in the humanity of the keep since his birth, she found that they had a lot more to utter about than she thought.

He also got to spend clip with Molly, who treated him the Lapp way she treated genus Selene. His relationship with her was the first of its sort, caring but platonic. With genus Selene, he had learned to be a fan. 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 course there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lovers for threesomes, her hunger for Baltoh's stopcock and Selene's pussy bringing her to the flat a few sentence a hebdomad. Baltoh certainly didn't judgment, as he enjoyed fucking her like a political machine, and Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and Molly with her, as if her human race was complete.



The six fiend all stood around a small campfire of human os from their last meal, deep below the metropolis. All eyes were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in armorial bearing of this project. Only he could reach the decision for the next step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would succeed or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the urban center, returning from a Gargoyle fray out on the outskirt. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug nut passed out in an alleyway, only to cause his attention drawn back to genus Selene's apartment through the feather he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could smell great fear and pain, and knew without a shadower of a doubt that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another threesome with her and Molly, and now both womanhood were in danger.

He was flying through the urban center faster than an armor-piercing bullet train, creating a impulse shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, unattackable than the vacuum of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so much power that every window in the edifice lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the railway car were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the blank space behind him into a rash of crank and rubble.

Baltoh's expression was contorted into a furious scowl as he honed in on genus Selene's apartment, his sword in hand and his teeth and claws sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that dare onslaught genus Selene, he would work them suffer the tortures of snake pit a one thousand sentence over. He finally reached the flat, slowing down and becoming intangible asset before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment building had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit of measurement was in dilapidation, with all the furniture smashed to small-arm and the walls shredded with claw soft touch. Selene was gone and in the midriff of the flat lay mollie, the life torn from her anguished eubstance. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen level and moved into the nub of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a medieval overrefinement single-foot, her radiocarpal joint and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to mollie's lifeless corpse, his eyes panoptic and his breathing shoal. He had witnessed and experienced the sorry straining of Hell, but seeing her, the cleaning lady he considered his dear friend and had been physically intimate with, lying there on that table was more than he could bear. Her entire pelvic area had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point where her pelvis was crushed into splinters and her legs were barely clinging to her body. Her thighs as ass brass were riddled with morsel marks and had ball ripped out of them from when the ogre decided to sample her soft flesh. Her breasts had been reduced to thick bloody strips, having been carved and cut up in pointless torture to crap her suffer. Her fingers were broken and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbellate telegram. Her head was barely connected to her body, her pharynx having been nearly melted off from being forced to get down Demon sperm. Her boldness had been ripped overt, most in all probability by accident when the daimon took turns raping her mouth. Her lid had been cut off so that she could not nictate and the oculus themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth marks along her throat. terminal but certainly not least, her face was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by demon sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His script shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's lifeless body, holding it tightly."I'm so distressing, I didn't mean for this to happen to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, Sweet soul,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his forehead.

In his heart, the feelings he had developed for her were now like poison in his vena as he mourned her passing. However they did it, the demon had tortured Molly far farseeing than the sign of Selene's peril had been felt. nearly potential, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a Demon turn. Everyone in the apartment building had been killed so that the police wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able to stop the daemon, but they would possess been an annoyance and an interruption. After all the eons he had spent being tortured in Hell as a host of human being souls, he could well imagine the pain she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's care was suddenly pulled from mollie by a ringing sound. Situated on one of the stools form the island table, genus Selene's speech sound sat two meters away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could smell out the cruelty through the personal line of credit without even holding the headphone. Trying to keep his temper in stoppage, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a wondrous piece of technology that these humans have invented. The power to verbalize to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's voice remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your death sanction. For dragging genus Selene into this, I will make you suffer more excruciation than all the prisoner of Hell across all of account. I will visit more than pain on you than your pip nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain that Molly went through. I will show no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his part icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't concern, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to advert she served as a thoroughly example. But damn, she sure could guide a shaft and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like rotten melons. Hmmm, delectable. But the best part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million thinking that race through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would take in the threats if I were you. We haven't touched genus Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my tail so that I can feel that body of hers, and boy, it sure is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her case as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep intimation."What do you want ?"

"Your avail. Once the sun comes up in a few hr, we shall score our move. Not only will you detain out of our way, but you will also celebrate us good from the forces of Shangri-la. While we are working, you will keep back every saint and garden angelica out of our affairs. If any of us sees so a great deal as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my companion and I will drop every second of our life story tormenting this footling kick in mode learned straight from the Masters of Torture themselves. She will endure more than than any human, living or suddenly, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had skilful keep open the saint 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 burnished flushed red shade, giving Abaddon a maniacal smiling as he thought about the blood soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical nerve centre of New House of York urban center, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby skittle alley, Selene was tied up with the tail of Abaddon's last remaining Gargoyle, shivering as the picnic kissed her naked flesh the Saami way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's dead body she had stumbled across in her destroyed flat. Her cheek was streaked with binge at the horrifying sight of Molly's bloody butchered carcase and the touch of fearsome helplessness that flowed through her vena like ice piss.
She had woken up, her bed hollow, and mollie's clothes still on the level. She got up to look for her friend, wanting to go back to kip clutching Molly's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the impression of her soft skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find out mollie and maybe eat lilliputian late-night snack off her breasts, and instead found her best acquaintance and sapphic fan nailed to her island board, getting her entrails ripped out and eaten by four Demons while the fifth part raped her oral cavity.
genus Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to extend to the plume and alert Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the pharynx."There you are, my sexy little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her groundwork and drinking in the fear in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its tail, silently crying over the Death of her friend and praying for the man she loved to do save her. She wanted to scream, to call off out for someone to help oneself her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a phone, 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 time had finally come. Dredging up his superpower, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the ground, casting a tour and sending out an Department of Energy sign his familiar to do the same."Demon Art : Horror obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy levels, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the scene. Flying in constitution, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a flinty reflexion on his aspect and sword in hand.

Raphael drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the Hell are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you overstep,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his brand to his English.

Growling, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the Demons'incline since the kickoff !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very tense and guard look on her face but oddity in her eyes."No, I am not on the Demons'side. They are holding the fair sex I love, and in return for her safe coming back, I must sustain you from interfering. Do not hold it against me, for I am doing this only to get her back."

"One homo is not worth the whole worldly concern !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his sword raised. He swung his blade diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare manus as if Michael were just a small fry swinging his instructor's cadence ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his brand and plunged it into Michael's chest, right below the affection.

The sword burst out his cover and Michael vomited a huge splutter of rakehell. The former garden angelica stared in electric shock at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his leaf blade free, tearing out strips of Michael's flesh that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second meter, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with parentage streaming from his mouth.

"That should show you how consecrate I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his brand to splatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key points where the symbolization had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the terra firma, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"ogre Art : Inferno Abyss Summoning !"



"angel Art : Saint Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six Demon fix, block up their spells at all toll !"Gabriel cast, using the spell to contact all the Angels in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : Crusaders duomo summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its place, a massive duomo built solely out of a single piece of marble. The window of the K church building were all colored and ornately arranged to imprint collages of saints, made with inhuman accomplishment and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gemstone. Above the great oak threshold was a rose windowpane, made of glass fuse with gold and silver to form a sun surrounded by wiz. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of backer, all in poses of prayer or Greek valerian, and the bell tower was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their sword in hand but resting with the point on the priming, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tower was a clay dove, holding an European olive tree branch in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby edifice fled at the original complex body part's crash. Slowly, the doors opened and Angels streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scene. The Crusading cathedral worked on Angels in the same way the conjury Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one knit stitch of existence to help whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this case, all the saint that were on their way to try and stop the fiend had now been teleported to the scene of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."Angel Falls Art : rosary Restraints."Countless concatenation of rosary astragal were shot down at the backer, tying them all up so that they could not leave and round the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to hold back Selene safe, even if that means taking office in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"time lag,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, putting her hand on Gabriel's articulatio humeri to terminate him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to destroy the earth, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the woman you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to empty the tariff beset upon us, so let's stop disputation and engagement as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each reason peer in worthiness !"she said with painful resolve in her voice. Holding out her hand, rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more judgment. You will hold back nothing against us and we will hold cipher against you. We fight with award, using only our swords, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both archangel flew towards him and brought their swords down towards his headspring, but he blocked them with his own with minuscule drive. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a sneak blast from rear end. With his facial expression downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a deep cut across their belly and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the ground, Rosemary quickly cast a healing spell 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 goon, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not meet our gaze ? Are you afraid to look upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."holy man Art : Halo saucer !"she called, pulling a mountain range of halos from the one above her drumhead and throwing them at him.

"demon Art : Tombstone Shield,"Baltoh said in little Thomas More than a whisper.

A table-sized grave marking appeared before him, acting as a roadblock and catching all the hurl halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of stabs and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow up motion.

"Demon Art : Dark Shackles."From the metal dance band around his wrist, several bladed chains shot Forth River like a hurl net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you fight us now with so much ignominy 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 fire of Feather Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the attempt. Rosemary shot forward with ovalbumin flame streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting powerfulness. Baltoh opened up his defenses to blank out her attempt, deflecting the ten-strike with a lazy vacillation of his sword, still keeping his face dramatis personae in apparition. Moving silently, Raffaello Santi attacked from behind. Like Rosemary, his brand was burning with Andrew Dickson White fire, increasing the penetrating power so that it could give away even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the intercrossed's back, lodging the tip in the hearty muscularity but unable to go in past the costa. Baltoh shook only from the wallop but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the blade pierce his soma. Instead, he pointed his finger at rosemary with a inkiness sphere of vigor charging at the tip of his pincer."demon Art : dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dull eruption of shadow energy that was so declamatory in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her chassis badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the cadaver of her kit. ‘ Why do you testify compunction, 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 get laid ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the sword from his mitt with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical bloodline down that sliced off his offstage, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in painful sensation and unable to preserve his EL, Raffaello Sanzio landed in the street in a pool of his own line of descent.

Baltoh looked to the side of meat, spotting Michael trying to hook away to go hold on Abaddon. With his paw hobble and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."monster Art : claw Bullets,"he cast, launching his talons like rounds from mini hit man at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar shells as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five stream of razor bullets and finally riddling Michael with cakehole, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel plaster cast, finally breaking free of his straightjacket of Hell chains.

Upon the name of the spell, a car-sized wooden mark fell out of the sky, straight towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land square on the top of his caput, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her feet, having healed her burn and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so calm and tempered, your burning hatred under controller and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the heat energy and power is still there, but the flames have died out, leaving only sunburn. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so often anger in your heart, so much hatred ?'

With roars of determination, she and Gabriel shot towards Baltoh with their swords burning with ovalbumin flame, desperate to fork up any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his promontory to try and deliver a killing bang and Rosemary went towards the English, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attention. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's attack, but before Rosemary could strike, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his hand, sending his clawed finger's breadth bursting out of a gaping hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail and stabbed Rosemary through the stomach, running her through as if she were made of newspaper publisher 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 Raffaello Sanzio limped over to assist them with their harm as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their powerfulness spirit level one last-place sentence, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their vigour into their sword. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and baffle him.

Roaring in both frustration and purpose, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their steel held back, ready to stab.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as outpouring of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in annoyance as they looked down. In a 1 nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the tummy, cutting so deep that he had been just a few inches away from completely severing their depleted bodies. Their torsos cut open air and ineffectual to walk, the garden angelica once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's doorway. Unable to bankrupt free of the rosary chains that held them like pianissimo conducting wire, the crowd of Angels could do nix but watch in revulsion and apprehensiveness as their drawing card crawled across the background like worm, beaten and exhausted. The four hero grouped together, desperate to come up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much hard than us ? Has every fight we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this weak and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up rip from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the nominal head, he gets us with his sword. Attack from the position, he blocks with his wings. blast from behind, he lashes out with that damned fanny. We can't even beat up him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raphael muttered, holding his glowing paw between the two one-half of his body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many combat injury on us, so I always assumed our mightiness levels were actually come together. But now, he's going for parentage. He's never truly gone after our liveliness,"Gabriel panted, his chin streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to office.

Rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her script to hold back her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been able to draw in our brand. He just wants to proceed us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite word. He is finally showing his spunk and fighting for the woman he loves, the one cleaning woman who can truly take away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his booster."I'll hold him off, you three hunt that ogre down and break off his programme. There is only one way I can even have a chance of matching his strength, just make sure it doesn't go to wasteland,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the Lapplander altitude as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will encounter if you use that technique ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to face up Baltoh without his sword."You're unassailable than us, Baltoh ; it's impossible for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're substantial, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right on hired hand towards his odd wrist.

"backer Art : final examination Crucifixion ! ogre Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio, making their faces pale in fear. But even though the crossbreed were summoned, the spell did not fully spark due to Baltoh's control. A Brobdingnagian skeletal mitt then burst and grabbed Rosmarinus officinalis, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary range of mountains, I swear on everything between heaven and Hell that I will kill them. Move your hired man an inch and I will broach the crucifixion for your buddy and their deaths will be on your conscience. I have zero against the little girl, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The standstill was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the Angelica Archangelica all sensed the Demons complete their spells. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artefact rose up from the semi-permeable portal to Hades. The objects they had summoned were house-sized caldron, adorned with engravings of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid fire. The mouths of the cauldron were actually portals, leading straight to the Lake of Fire in the center of netherworld. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the castor would pull their enemies into it and incinerate them in the conflagration. However, they would all serve up dissimilar purposes on this day.

In the shopping mall of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his Horror dagger began to glow and send out out a wave of dark energy like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all directions like the showtime of a tsunami, having no affect on the urban center itself but supercharging the Inferno abyss. Upon receiving the strengthening infection, the five cauldrons all shot geysers of hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with grim clouds and the sun became disconsolate as if there was a solar occultation as the cauldrons changed their aim, no longer pulling things into Hell but instead sending them out.

fencing of red light and Hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each other with the red light forming a pentacle around all of New York City with the Horror Obelisk in the nerve centre and the red region encircling it all in a massive ring. Upon the pattern's completion, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the world as the gang of Hellfire tore through the dimensional roadblock between Earth and nether region like a cookie cutting tool. Across the globe, citizenry were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New House of York was instantly incinerated in the wall of hellfire. Even the water supply flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on contact lens with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to pass off, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to crusade Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The Archangels quickly followed suit, praying that they would be able to invert whatever had happened. Baltoh was the kickoff to arrive at the revulsion Obelisk, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow Demons. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as twilight, the Demons were no longer inconspicuous, scaring off any people who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with genus Selene tied up in its keister, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to brush off the tightness in his pectus as he looked at her, searching for any sign of injury or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raffaello Santi demanded.

"Hell, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this metropolis, we were able-bodied to countermine the barrier between universes and open the portal to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly pass, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will sink in between the property, and once it gets redress between them, it shall be obliterated and the true door will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from Inferno. You should say goodbye to New York, because it will be a part of world for only another two week, and in a calendar month it will be obliterated and a honest inter-dimensional room access will be opened in its place. This urban center is essentially a hot ember on a piece of paper of paper, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want somebody to thank, wrick to Baltoh. Only by retrieving bits and pieces of his energy from jumping between dimensions were we able to create a portal unchanging enough for a few of us to pass through. You have no idea how many eons we had to wait in Hades to accumulate sufficiency of his energy."

Baltoh had his eyes downcast and was staring at the ground with roue dripping from his clenched fist.

True to Abaddon's quarrel, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the basis by the 1000, popping up like locoweed and streaming into the air in pack so dense that they looked like pillars of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the city, but were unable to return the burning ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a mile above the bulwark of red region. Until the portal was truly opened, the forces of Hell could get into New York, but they could not will and neither could humans get in. Following the vacuous cat's-paw, Demons began to appear by the dozens, laughing at their imminent freedom as they began feasting on the multitude of New York.

"Even if you destroy this Obelisk or the the pits abysm, you will not finish the process. The doorway has already been carved, now we just need to expect for this city to sink between universes and spread out it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, establish me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instructions. You promised me you would riposte Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burn like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is loose to go. Take back your weakness."

Upon the statement of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered genus 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 Saami res publica, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the heart of the street and wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in sweet-smelling relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this happen to you and Molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her au naturel body.

"No, I'm just glad I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the side of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a bridge player on his articulatio humeri and was face to face with Michael, who had a much easygoing locution his human face."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this woman has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how difficult we just fought, I think I can finally hope you in your resolve to face these daemon. Don't get me awry ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a score to descend after this, but I think it's time for us to finally influence on the like side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his blade slung over his articulatio humeri and one of his rare grinning on his look."So, if my info is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of trouble, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a Demon. However, you made one fatal fault in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so heavily getting reenforcement, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the ground.

Instantly, all the ogre and Gargoyles New York shielded their oculus as blinding ray of fortunate light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the urban center. Descending from the marrow of the light were thousands of backer and scads of Archangels, entering the null-space of New House of York and ready for battle. The armies of Eden landed on the roofs of edifice 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 steel. gall, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their artillery, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to condom,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by Demons and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to savour the kiss, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something pang him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breath being ripped from his lungs. genus Selene had just been pierced right below the rib Cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton of a Snake and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the massive battle that was imminent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, Angelica Archangelica, and ogre stared at the two lovers. With wide eyes, Abaddon looked up at a Demon standing on a nearby building. The fauna was laughing as it drew another javelin from the back of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a double-crosser.

But while the Demon was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with apprehensiveness."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as blood began to pour from the injury.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his creative thinker ineffective to litigate the survey of her wound. Her solid body shaking, Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of dim flame flared up and began to take her. genus Selene shrieked in annoyance as the attack ate away at her with unbelievable speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how much power her put into the spell, her debile human being body was the double-dyed fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the black fire moved out in all guidance, reducing her soundbox to ash in second base. Not only was it destroying her body, but her mortal as well, meaning that she would cease to subsist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flames moved up her chest, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to speak but his vocal corduroy failed to solve, leaving him deaf-mute. He just looked at her, his rima oris hanging unfold as he desperately tried to talk. Even though he couldn't say anything, Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her back talk against his before the black flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's arms closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his solid body shaking and air refusing to introduce or go forth his lungs. All the backer and Archangels were mum, while the Gargoyles and daimon laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatise hybrid lowered his shaking custody, scooping up the ashes that had once been the charwoman he loved. He stared at the black powder in his decoration, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first crying that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingerbreadth and two streak of split ran down his face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a thick intimation and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a rule bulk, it was carried by Baltoh's free energy and facing pages across the Earth. Everywhere, people turned their aid away from the hellish sky and their supplication as the howling reached their ears, so impregnate with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knees by its weight. The audio was so big, so mournful, and so unspeakable, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's pain in their own philia, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the humans were unable to stand as the sadness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the hardest due to their proximity to him, and all the Archangels fought with all their might not to drop their blade as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an electric stupor. Even the Demons and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sort of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain in the neck transmitted through the phone were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stop, and the completely world fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the primer, waiting to see what would befall. Everyone ducked as broken looking glass suddenly filled the air, brought on by every windowpane in the metropolis simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all centre were turned on Baltoh as fracture began to come along in the ground around him. In a outstanding crash, a pool-sized crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the footing as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted gull has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature tornado wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ashes and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his fount downcast and hidden by his hoodlum. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible exercising weight of his free energy. The Gargoyles and Angels fell out of the sky like birds passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the ground gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his fender, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the story reason, facing Abaddon and the repugnance Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my love, my major power, and my hate,"he hissed, his typeface hidden in shadow but his heart glowing like coal.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning anchor ring began to raise, floating five invertebrate foot above him. As he raised his wings and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you insane ? !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in front man of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in place like four digit around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any other, his most potent proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie Archangel trying to lessen the Gargoyle universe in snake pit. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like power it unleashed,"Rosemary said, answering the same question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a spell so hefty that it has no figure and originates from neither spark nor darkness. It is secure enough to obliterate the Masters of Torture and titan. Even the hell Princes are wary of its force !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyro between the crest of his wings

"Every time he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the process. It is a jet of pure vigor straight person from his soul, the collective hatred of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one deluge of powerfulness that puts Archangel and ogre magical spell to shame. If he uses that tour here, he could annihilate the entire planet,"rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in velocity, Baltoh released an animalistic bellowing of ire and thwarting with tear streaming from his infinite. Finally, the anchor ring was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of influence of luminance with DOE streaming Forth in ambient waves.

"hoot it Baltoh, you'll destroy the populace if you use that !"Rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T charge ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking impulse, he released the neon flak at Abaddon and his group. It was so bright that no one could attend directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel Falls and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a hundred feet blanket before it reached the Horror Obelisk. Using the Shade shimmer spell, Abaddon was just barely able to get to safe as the bang obliterated the former five daimon, the dagger, and everything else in its path. The bam continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, daimon, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a monumental cicatrice across New York city, the blast soared past the fence of red region and west out across the landscape, growing larger and more powerful as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the Earth, the planetary curve took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and higher instead of staying parallel to the footing. By the fourth dimension it had cleared land's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few miles and was shooting through space as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the destruction that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another holler of angriness, charging a blast to level best powerfulness 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 let down slant to the northeastward. Just like the first base, the second neon attack instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal speed, growing to be a hundred meters wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The blast carved another massive scar across New York, destroying everything before it whether life or nonliving. Because of the slightly humbled angle, the bam basically plunk into the ocean, forcing all the pee aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal hitman, sending jumbo tidal waving in all instruction as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the land masses in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating scar on the worldly concern's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first time, Baltoh fired his third blast immediately, swinging it up to trance Abaddon in midair. The onset finally got him, annihilating the Demon once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the Moon, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second, it seemed like nothing would befall, then everyone gasped as a line of bubbling mushroom clouds appeared across the Earth's surface, visible from earthly concern. To everyone's revulsion, the moon itself was split in twain, having been carved in one-half by the blast with the two halves jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every trunk of water on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive bam as the splitting of the lunation caused a ruinous gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the water supply either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the planet's core. Already, tsunamis were sweeping across vast stretches of land, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other Angel and Archangel combined their power and cast a repairing roadblock on the moon, trying to put the two halves back together before the hurt to the Earth became lasting.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and demon hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitancy. The promising streak engulfed countless buildings as it grew, and while nigh of the devil were able to put off the blow, several remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were ineffective to get out of the way. The attack washed over them like a photoflood, converting their very atoms into pure DOE as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his fifth flak, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would come about, and in so much pain that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the cosmos was destroyed. This flak 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 fire, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the feeling of soft hands pressed against his brass. A pair of glowing egg white Angel wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his backrest. Moving without his will, his burning ring stopped spinning and moved back above his head and his wings fell slack. His whole body shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's expression, completely mesmerized by her peaceful grin and all the love life in her eyes. She was wearing a clean dress and hovering over her brain was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my good angelic Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could experience come back Sooner, but it took meter to become an holy man. God stepped in just in time to write my soulfulness before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of candy kiss.

As their back talk separated, a stinging pain stabbed his brain as he realized the abyssal sum of money of devastation he had just brought Forth for no rationality. Gripping his psyche, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his stifle with weeping falling from his eyes as he considered all the innocent people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so sad. I didn't know you were still active and I gave into my anger. I killed all those the great unwashed because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angels and sent us here to aid you,"genus Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their rim separated, she smiled and inclined her psyche. Baltoh looked in the direction she was motioning to and spotted molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her face and a halo above her pass. Miraculously, the little harpy had gotten into Heaven.

"It was just a fault that anyone would have made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the chance to save as many lives as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so sorry, 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 York City began to escape from, experiencing a monolithic bead in elevation. Descending an inch every minute, the city began to sink into the planet. Rising up from the circumference of Hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional trap in the ground, a dome of disgraceful smoke formed above New House of York, separating New York from the planet physically and visibly while it sank bass and mysterious, descending five invertebrate foot below sea level in a single minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his groundwork, completely drained of energy but wide of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the Demons and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the urban center or going back to perdition to plan for the side by side flack, and the military group of Heaven were still trying to renovate the moon. Baltoh looked back as genus Selene wrapped her digit around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can utter for all of us when I say that we have never faced a berth like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a board in the office of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the office, and no longer were the Angels or garden angelica hiding their existence. The elbow room was willed with people, including the new city manager ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the chief of police force, all the archangel, Baltoh, Selene, several holy man, and multiple human spokesperson for the hoi polloi of the city.

It had been two dozen hours since the doorway had been established, and a state of matter of hand brake had been declared and New York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the land that it was surrounded on all sides by rampart of stone in a shaft going down more than a mile beneath the open of the satellite. It was like sitting at the backside of the giant well, but with the city painted red by the light for the red region that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New York, every administration was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no issue how hard the American government activity worked to keep it a underground, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the center of attention of it all bed cover. Currently, US forces were surrounding the dense black dome of condensed locoweed around the urban center while the top scientists in the country tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and hap through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of Hellfire on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. nix could get through, not even voice, light, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the international populace, great power and running water were lost, and generators were responsible for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the hellfire fences. The air was filled with fearfulness and desperation, people outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and water, and saying their prayers. Police were working without rest or reprieve as the breakdown of world brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New York to get arm if they could or join together with mass who had artillery. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would own to fight. The utmost twenty-four time of day had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the damage inside and outside of the city, and blessing every weapon and smoke that could be found. While the holy objects would not be warm enough to take out a daimon, a blessed shotgun carapace would be enough to blast a jam in a Gargoyle's chest and vote out it.

Finally, the chance to fall together and begin planning had arrived, and the military group 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 blaze that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosmarinus officinalis,"even though we can take place through attribute and that dome, we can not impart any humans with us. We can make citizenry intangible though middleman, but we can not reassign that variety of power to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the final obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the sides of the shaft are what are keeping the two universes separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of globe through this shaft, but without Angel great power, they can never penetrate the English or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fencing of red region around the city is only about ten tale gamy, but this stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional sack, a bubble cutting New York off from the populace. Angels can give-up the ghost through it, but human and infernal forces can not. As we sink bass and deeper into the planet, this will be a approving, as it will keep this metropolis from being incinerated by the earth's core.

Long story dead, evacuation is not and option, we can't contact the outside world, and supplies can't be brought in. Everyone in the metropolis 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 city with holy man to act as safeguard to the people,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your people, the Angels will stop them. As for the devil, we will manage them. However, their telephone number are most in all likelihood not bad 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 ogre and Gargoyles means nothing if the opening of the gateway will efface the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from Earth completely and a calendar month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to reverse the process before then."

"well-nigh likely the reference of this problem is in Hades. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't oeuvre,"Michael cursed."The effect of Hades outnumber us a thou to one in terminus of fighters. If mortal is a particularly avid reprobate, then Scheol will become their home instead of their prison, and they will join the host of dungeon masters that torture the other resident. They are known as the sinner, and these are the tangible hardcore bastards : the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, consecutive killers, serial raper, 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 empire that forms a Demon. These guys are evilness enough to get Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malice of human and you have a never-ending deluge of foot soldiers, not to mention that there are far more daimon than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be capable to look the entirety of Hades, their population is as dense as a dying star. If I were to take on all of Hell, they would just wash over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm solid enough to look them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to reverse the process,"Raphael said."The ogre were able to open up a doorway with solitary human being emotions and while, so hopefully we can come together it in a standardized way. We just need meter to come up with an equally powerful rite. We already destroyed the five Inferno Abyss cauldron in the five turning point of the city, so we might be able to change by reversal the process with a promise beacon fire in the center of New York where the Horror dagger was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the original caldron were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The ogre were only able-bodied to do this because this city was a colossal hub of choler and negative energy, basically it was a goliath weight on the fabric of space and time. We would have to produce an equal and opposite word affect in order to even give birth a luck, and even then, it would probably only serve as a jade in sealing the gateway to hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough electropositive vigor if we combined our superpower or one of us broke a rosary string,"rosemary suggested.

"The military unit of Hell would flood the city with their organic structure before letting us foil their plan. We have all of hell on earth beneath us with the pain and hatred of its residents wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and Archangel down here to lend his or her posture, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasma of Hell. As powerful as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a woods fervor with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to stay fresh from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to cope with this ? The humans, I mean,"the chief of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our time until we can arrive up with a way to reverse all this. As for the people, they'll just have to cope and accept what is going on. When it comes to defend, just make sure that you get your weapon blessed and you don't end up facing a Demon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary chain ?"Selene asked as they walked through the wickedness halls.

"It is a interdict technique of the Angelica Archangelica. You have noticed the rosary chain of mountains that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Angelica Archangelica breaks them, they gain an insurmountable boost of big businessman, one that is very brief but brings them up to my spirit level of might. The fiend have a similar move where they can break away their trammel, however, both moves result in death.

A few Demons in history that broke their hamper, but only because they did not know what the cost was. As I said before, devil absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of vanity. I actually faced one of those ogre, and for a total of five minutes, we were on a completely regular playing field. For Archangels, it's just as complicated. Upon the world of Archangels, God puts a seal on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after Satan's rebellion. Michael threatened to break a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even open of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the wasteland city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic field of honor. midst tower of smoke were rising in the sky from the construction set on fire and would burn to the primer coat, since the fervidness fighters couldn't afford to waste any urine. The blackamoor lines were barely visible against the rock wall of the barb New York had sank through, cast with a red light from the fencing of Hellfire. It was only a matter of fourth dimension until that solid rock and roll would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but unable to affect it.

Was it potential for the people to survive ? To pull together and fight this menace ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to process everything."

"You've been working nonstop flight since the fight, you haven't allowed yourself to rest or recover your lastingness,"she said, wrapping her fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of impairment to work up for. I made a huge mistake that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to repent for my sinning,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a opportunity 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 Wyrd to believe that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my kin will be. molly is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel helped mend her mind of the impairment caused by what she suffered, but just the retentivity alone is sufficiency to nearly tug her insane. I would give anything to be able-bodied to serve her. I just have to hope we can come through this struggle and populate in peace. But we'll hybrid that bridge when we get there."

"Just be measured. 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 lips separated after the pinnace candy kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to relieve some of your strain,"she said, opening her backstage and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside genus Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the grin on her face. Even during the end of the human beings, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the metropolis like a listing dove. Her childish giggles and ecstatic smiling made Baltoh forget all of his troubles and upkeep, replacing them instead with sexual love and joy at the sight of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tush around her waistline, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New House of York. After a few minutes of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like ghosts. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signaling of habitation. With a coy smile, genus 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 suffer done when I was alert. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her brass, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grinning, Selene stepped back to the base of the bed and lowered the straps of her wearing apparel down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the expectation. She tried to pull in the garb down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to move. Unable to subdue his jape, Baltoh suggested she retract her close down wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the Angel wings were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the wings gone, she fully removed the wearing apparel and undergarment, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous ebony mannikin that drove him rampantly. Her titty were still like melons and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and mamilla that stood out like pencil erasers. Her belly was still as level as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her rose hip had their usual comprehensiveness, with her thighs as smooth as spyglass and as soft as the capitulum of puppy, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bounce a quarter across the way while still rippling after a nice savor and would put a Brazilian peeler to shame. Between her smooth thigh, the lips of her puss were shaven as if by a optical maser, and looked untouched in every way potential.

Baltoh gazed upon her eubstance as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her divine beauty and her unique sexiness. Wearing a wry smile, Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a view of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the cap of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her headland on the pillow and her wings re-extended, spread out and stretched to the point that the close were curled up against the wall."What do you think ? Do I bet like an backer ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her endearing torso. He started first gently kissing her base, then ran his lip against the vertebral column of her shins, then took his clock time in licking her legato second joint with his long pronged spit, taking in the delicious taste of her soft skin. All the while, genus Selene shivered and purred in walking on air from his teasing touch, driving herself raving mad in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with Selene's legs on his berm and his face just inches from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery aroma and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the ingress to her logic gate of paradise. Selene gave a soft coo of rousing as Baltoh provided vast amounts of stimulation and sensations through the little and lightest of trace, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lip against the entree, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her sass and saturating his sense of taste with her delicious juice, licking up her essence like a dog with an evacuate peanut butter jar. Selene gave a pipe up hum at his touch and ran his fingers through his tomentum, squirming in joy with each flick of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his tongue, checking to make certain it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a virtuoso, using his spit to tickle and stimulate every sensitive nub and flap in her soundbox, bringing her to her first orgasm in platter time and making her call out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral spell of Selene's body, spending a few seconds to cover her soft smooth belly in buss before moving up to her chest. Careful not to scratch her with his claws, he squeezed and massaged her breasts as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the pinnace nerve endings. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her rectify nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner and tugging on it, almost making Selene yelp in pleasure.

He then moved to the impart nipple, painting it with his clapper with the same free energy as an creative person who had just been woken up in the center of the night by stirring. The taste of her nipple was almost as lush as her puss, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and eubstance of that erect nub drove him wild with lust, and no affair 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 clavicle and her soft throat, making her feeling up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her respective meter on the impudence, once on the ear, several times on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the back talk, where they maintained that link with an undying mania, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"ejaculate on baby, rock my world,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will bruise, no subject how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel body is unlike than my human being consistency. From the man I love, I can feel no painfulness. There is nothing you can give me but dateless seventh heaven. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the lips of her waiting pussy without his hand. As he slowly pushed the pass into the entranceway, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as easy and wet as her mouth and with that perfective meanness : loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but mingy enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his entire cock into her in a single thrust and completely pulverizing her hymen. genus Selene released a shaking groan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single tinge of painful sensation and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even describe how good that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could feel it as though we were the same person,"he said as he pulled out his tool, which was glistening red from her blood.

Making for certain his work force weren't on her offstage, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushup and began swinging into her like a arbalest. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others, nearly jumping off the storey and cracking the dry wall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly powerful thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't need it, I'm going to go sick !"she howled as he slammed the deep corners of her pussy with the top executive of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her wooden leg and lifted her pelvis and Baltoh crouched over her on his knees, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every time his muscular member was plunged into her inviting puss, stretching it to its upper limit and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his foreland and kissed her, licking the niche of her mouth while his ball discharge slapped her ass. The osculation was interrupted by a high holler from genus Selene as she had her 2d coming in her new holy person body and Baltoh could taste the delicious hormonal hurry on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, genus Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his dick into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her organic structure back and Forth River, genus Selene rode him at an slant with her knocker jiggling with each rock and her breathing heavy from the strain on her arms and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his headspring back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the deep busyness she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless minute she had spent in the gym working her human body, Selene was able to keep open the position going for another twenty minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't help her out and cradle her with his tail. With the wall broken, her one-third climax was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo style.

After several minutes of catching her breathing place, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief span of fourth dimension, both with stamp smiles on their faces as he ran his fingers through her hair's-breadth and she massaged his breast. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in succour at the muckle being removed from her eubstance. She then began moving back and Forth River very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass nerve, clenched between them tightly and moving the cutis as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to fuck my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an saint that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful big H from his giggling lover.

swathe her finger's breadth around the shaft, she pressed the bulging head against the ring of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly pure puss, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides of her sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a deep breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big tool in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to drudge 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 twist in the inept pleasure and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every corner of her asshole, sending tremble throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal cord with the promontory of his dick.

"sister, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar tautness in his pelvic region.

"Then fill me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a particular surprisal for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in band, getting his cock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass cheeks and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal penalty. He was moving so fast that his glob ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's shrieking of exaltation made it all worth it as his thigh slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his penis like a flak extinguisher, filling up Selene's asshole with so lots pressure sensation that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.

"Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me,"she purred as she moved up off his dick, which was struggling to stay put erect.

"I made indisputable I held back one-half of it. What's that extra surprisal you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his dick slowly returning to its prime, Baltoh sat at the bound of the bed with genus Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel Falls took his cock in her rima oris and began bobbing her nous, slurping up the intermixture of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were umber syrup. Baltoh rolled his chief back and grunted from the wet softness of her mouth as she worked her spit and boldness against the tender peel of the point, teasing and exciting all the boldness endings.

"Ready baby ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her face. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smile and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her natural D-cup tit together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricator as she rubbed the two amplify knoll of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her white meat glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's hawkshaw between them, nearly making him botch up his entire load from not just the flavour, but the image and mental realization.

With her tit held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an untellable titty-fuck. As the overweight water balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face down and was licking the tip with her knife, tickling the snatch as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In lupus erythematosus than a moment, 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 ropy streams of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into Selene's mouth, across her face, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of white slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of spermatozoon on her typeface and chest.

"Forget Angel, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."reliance me, I was never this wild with the boys, never. Everything we've done aside from missional and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a piffling fiend inside of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."ejaculate here, get some sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to remain awake and keep patrolling the city for when the military group of Hell make their relocation. Besides, I've gone entire year without sleeping, I'm fine."

"Honey, don't even think that you can fool me. cum here, I'll go along ticker for you while you get your rest."

oscitancy, Baltoh finally gave into his fatigue and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the covers. genus Selene did the Lapp and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you prognosticate you won't fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't trouble, I'll halt awake. And if I get bored, I can always just bid Molly and the two of us will use the other side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her head on his shoulder and stretching her arm across his breast.

With genus Selene curled up against him and his body drained of both Department of Energy and semen, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thousands of Gargoyles, all bursting from the ground and assembly above the urban center like a cloud of toxic gas in the first struggle of New York. Working together to counter the US Army of shadow, all the Angels grouped together and attacked like a tidal Wave of light, slamming into the Gargoyle horde and slaughtering hundreds of beasts every instant with their combined tycoon. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her airless by at all metre when the fight began. Regardless of Baltoh's torment, she refused to stay out of the conflict and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all backer, she had no blade or enchantment with which to fight, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unnamed radiance that allowed her to appal and sting unholy animal on contact. Even without having ever been in a substantial competitiveness or even a warlike arts lesson, she was able to consider on the Gargoyles with marvelous accomplishment, having been born-again faster, solid, and smarter as an Angel. With holy place energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would obscure Gargoyles with case-by-case punches and kicks that would burn right through their flesh. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to bring around her trauma and then pass to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the wolf to pieces like blade of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet, he zoomed through the gang, carving dozens of Gargoyles in half every second with his sword glistening with their blood. Now with greater phone number of opposition all around him, his decease tally was reaching its usual numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A booming laugh drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a Demon with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the Demon and grabbed him with his hindquarters like a fly landing place in a spider's web. With a herculean jerk of his arse, Baltoh crushed the Demon in his grasp, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen closure by compartment had besieged the body. He then whiplashed his tail, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

down in the street below and in the buildings, humans with blessed weapons were trying to contend the Gargoyles that were crawling out from subway. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by holy man, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the bowel to fight were facing the force out of Hell with consecrate wrecking bar, nail-bats, fumbler knives, and firearms. While the sky was filled with howling and wing round of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of gas and scream of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the struggle was far from in the human's favor. The Gargoyles were lively, able to observe combat after multiple gunshot wound to the chest, not to observe that they too had a long-range fire in the cast of their mini Dark heart rate. The streets ran red with descent as multitude were tackled and torn to shreds by the jubilant Gargoyles, feasting upon the living flesh with gusto.

In one office building, a man with a blessed scattergun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all fours like a battalion of Acinonyx jubatus sprinting after a take flight gazelle. With sweat and tears running down his facial expression, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the carrel he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to leave five deep slice across his shoulder joint and back as he flew over the man. The desperate mortal quickly jumped to his foot as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to snap up him. Taking aim with his scattergun, he blasted the colossus in the face with a incumbrance of holy bird shot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its chassis badly burned.

He turned around, firing two stave at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the pack while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his book binding 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 empty shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to prevent his hands as steady as possible while travail dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the kiosk aisle, slowly approaching on all four like a haunt lion. Raising his arm with trembling hands, the man loaded the first off shell and fired, blasting the animal in the shoulder and wounded it. A moment Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a scream passing his lips, the man discharged the evacuate casing with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a hole in the creature's breast and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to delay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four one shot, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the induction. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its long biramous tongue swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty shell, he took aim and fired, only to see a soft click instead of a loud bang. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the windowpane as it sank its dentition into his neck.

Down the street in an skittle alley, a 19-year-old young lady was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail soundbox with bestial power. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her kitty was an indistinguishable mess of shredded form, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a draw constabulary ship's officer. Sitting in a puddle of smutty water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one concluding thigh-slapper and stretchability, she reached out grasped the end of the gun barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five rounds straight into its skull, shredding its mental capacity and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell dead to the side, its cock was removed with one final painful tear. With her scummy body almost ripped apart and tears streaking her face, the whimpering fille looked around, praying that someone would help her. She looked and gave a silent cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the bulwark with a rascally smile and a thrill erection. Releasing its claws from the wall, the beast dropped down towards the lady friend. There was only one slug left, and the Gargoyle was too mighty to be taken down in a single stab. With bout streaming down her facial expression, she whispered a easygoing apologia to her family, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central plaza of the urban center, the paving opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of pervert blacken sword with flaming wheels and rotting carcase nailed to the sides. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chains, secured to the rust taking into custody of hard worker from sin, each with rags for vesture, rail-thin bodies, bound subdivision, and Fe masks. Riding in the chariot was a fiend with black armor, a whip of pure fire, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and holy man cringe as the unholy words ravaged their judgement like heater ants chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ calf love their bones, rip their frame, and drink their line of descent ! The women will scream as we rape them ! The kid will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for death as we enslave them ! Let them make out pain in the neck, let them know reverence, and let them know blaze !'

"demon Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the monster then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the spell, the street was ripped apart as hundreds of gravestone of all size and shapes burst out like groundhog, destroying the roar and coming up with enough ability to riffle railroad car. With a numb hollo, skeletal work force with greenish-black color reached out of the background as the Sinners of Hell entered New House of York, each tomb spitting them out like snake from a pit. sword of total darkness steel in hand, the skeletons laughed and cheered at the opportunity to finally land carnage to a real human being city after so many years and Hell. existence truly vicious psyche, they had lost their flesh and blood in tandem with what little mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

police force cars and SWAT avant-garde skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeleton marched down the road with a cryptic clacking rhythm. Wasting no time in ordering the undead criminals to staunch, the police officer formed a thick barrier with their cars and all opened fire with pistols, shotguns, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the skeletons. While they were weaker than Demons in terms of great power and they were made of exclusively bones, they proved to be quite lively to the hummer. The skeleton were made of a far stronger material than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required Hammond organ to live, the evildoer could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

Shouting swears and praising the Devil, the skeletons broke social status and charged towards the line of police officer, swinging their swords above their question while they ran. The closer they got, the more damage they received from the ship's officer's slug, fracturing skulls, breaking off tree branch, and snapping prickle. But while they were falling like Antoine Domino in the ruffle, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of railroad car and immediately went to work, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the law while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

landing place on the roof of one of the SWAT caravan, an elderly Archangel clapped his hands together."backer Art : heaven Lantern evocation !"

keister him, a fifty-foot magniloquent statue of a nude female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solid gold lantern. A bright newsbreak sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant show, the igniter of Heaven shone down from the position and onto the regular army of the Sinners. The underframe howled in torment and tried to shield themselves as the Christ Within set them ablaze like ant under a magnifying glass.

The fiend commanding them shielded his middle as roll of tobacco billowed from his chassis, hissing from the burning pain sensation. With a hollo of defeat, the Demon cracked his fiery whip, causing it to arise in duration and dart forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a furious snarl, the Demon yanked on the handle, tightening the whip's clasp and shattering the marble Angel, sending immense pieces of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Falls Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the archangel flying straight down towards him with his sword in hand. With a bellowing of trust, the Archangel brought down his brand with the free weight of a 747, pulverizing the demon's chariot, reducing the fiend and his Gargoyles to bloody library paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding city blocks to simultaneously explode into clouds of debris and twisted metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screech cut through the air, following various ominous clank. Great pillars of smoke and detritus were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the forces of Hell coming up from right beneath them. These were a new scourge, great systema skeletale that towered at over two hundred groundwork in top. These green os monster were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of hundreds of Sinners joining together into one entity, similar to how fiend are born.

However, their size and consistence were due to the fact that the hatred of the someone spirits that made them up was not purely center. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of captive joining together from the purest ash tree, all the emotions and memory board from the evildoer were included, resulting in an inflate creature that was not dense enough in its wickedness to gain ground a compacted daimon body. However, while they were not quite as durable as Demons and they lacked the ability to use patch, their full-sized Dark Pulses and colossal bodies allowed them to do immense amounts of destruction.

With their red center gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful Dark heartbeat, launching the dense nigrify lasers into the city. The clap whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into massive explosions that illuminated and shook the city and sent dust flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could carry him, charging his king in formulation to destruct the unholy abomination. Spotting his approach, one of the Bleaks roared in violence and dangle its arm like he was a fly, missing the garden angelica but ripping away the cap of a tall apartment construction and sending bricks and twisted alloy raining down into the street.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a mightily kick.

Upon impinging, the goliath frame's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one direction from the king of Raphael's flush and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Art : William Henry Gates of Heaven !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a dark Pulse. The dark beam surged out from between the skeleton's jaws and was deflected by the aureate gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"saint Art : Divinity Ray !"he called once the fire was ended, turning around and firing an equally muscular electron beam of holy place energy at the frame and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its medallion. With little endeavor, Raphael brought his sword down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in pain in the neck and shouted expletive at Raphael while charging a shadow Pulse. Before the blast could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his blade raised, bringing the sword down onto the undead wolf's os frontale. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and vertebral column as if his sword was L feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raphael looked up as the split parts of the frame began to separate, detonating the half-charged nighttime pulse and shattering the entire body in the detonation.

Raffaello Santi looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the archangel to campaign the flood of Gargoyles coming up from blaze. The orbit they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the trillion. All the archangel were firing Divinity shaft into the black geyser of beasts while Baltoh was using both the feathering arrow and Claw fastball charm, essentially turning his body into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the upshot of his spells, lineage and butchered dead body persona fell like waterfalls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning organic structure that were incinerated by the sweeping immortal Rays of the archangel. Every second that passed by, tens of thousands are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the contraband geyser into a low-pressure fountain. But as brawny as the forces of promised land were, the legions of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with demon. Every few transactions, one of the Archangels would take in to leave and go typeface a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the ceiling of a nearby construction, Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get preceding Baltoh and the archangel. She was surrounded on all English but her sureness in her newly acquired fighting acquisition 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 vigor, and delivered her strongest punch to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the coke of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life story with a lethal kick, slicing its head off its shoulder with the white atmosphere wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the leftfield and right side of meat, giving her no chance to drive home counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like animated cartoon reference. The crew of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her biography, but with her feathers glowing with hallow power, she spun around with her annexe wide expended and carved them all down like the sword of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the roof with a large crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, genus Selene didn't have a single cliff of fear in her nerve and was barely out of breathing place. Even in the midst of battle, she had a wide grin on her expression from the physical travail and the flavor of the sweat on her face. This fighting was resonating with her ; the admittedly life or last challenge and the hazard to be pushed to her limitation, it was practically euphoric. She could barely check her happiness at pressure she could feel and energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, little bitch !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the tool in half right down the center and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her crook to strike. Stretching her wings, she gave a mighty get-up-and-go against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hades beasts did not see this coming and were caught of safety device, giving Selene the chance of a lifetime to begin hacking and slashing at them as if her workforce had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the Negroid creatures with her glow wings, one of them managed to bring down five gravid snub across her berm. While the pain stopped her momentum, the shudder it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"perfect tense, it's no fun without a niggling something to compensate for."She purred with line trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its claws in sapidity and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her military strength, pulling the beast off its understructure and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the besiege Gargoyles like bowling pins, her wounded arm ached from the melodic line, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the attempt being used to combat the botheration made Selene's affection race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasance, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive kid desperate to get out of shoal and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the mental strain, sending the animal hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene's balance. She continued to spin out, desperately trying to slow down herself down and get a detention of herself. So dizzy she could barely opine, genus Selene fell back into the arm of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each early, they both smiled and shared a long kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop his flood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attention !"Rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of sidesplitter.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly downpour and clapped his hands together."angel Art : Roaring Clouds Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle waterspout, a great outbreak of white swarm surged outwards like a gas burst, spinning in a dense whirl with holy energy crackling through the folding of vaporisation like lightning. The storm consumed the infernal spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas swarm. The cloud lowered itself, forming a seal over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"goodness, now we can focalise on former areas. fare on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became picket as she spotted him, hovering up above the swarm barrier. His four extension were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you mad ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and take us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its dead on target power. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to shake up the metropolis !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the Archangels fled as fast as they could, just moments before he released the abysmal blast.

The atomic number 10 beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the swarm roadblock blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's computation had been correct in the strength of the blast, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with pane. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from inferno to try and get to New House of York, basically carving through their horde like a jet of hot water through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the blast alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking netherworld and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the percentage point of near city-wide destruction, an plosion was set off in Hades, adequate to more than ten m atomic number 1 bombs. An ocean of fire surged up in the quad between New York and Hell, engulfing every entity that had been trying to make the city and killing them like insects under the fierceness of a flamethrower, sending their death price to the range of a function near ten figure. From every first step carved into the city, a pillar of fire injection 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 find their mental bearings and design out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in daze and awe as an ash swarm rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's select tending of the subsister and then repair the damage,"he called out as his nimbus returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New York's hospitals, tending to a bruise man who was struggling to stay awake with a lacerated windpipe and vena jugularis nervure. His hands were glowing with green energy, repairing the damaged faster than modern medicine ever could. To the sound of the generator humming in the basement, doctors and nurse struggled to prevent people alive with dim firing and disappearing resources. Every hallway and room was stuffed with beds, the flooring was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged lesion, and those who had only small-scale injuries would basically have to plow with it themselves or hope they could find an Angel to help them. This was just one infirmary, and that was only counting the hoi polloi who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the drained and wounded, with those needing contiguous care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the death and injured cried out in pain and want of avail, the medical exam stave worked feverishly not to neutralise fourth dimension or attention by asking the Angel Falls enquiry while they helped tend to the wounded. For every Doctor and nanny, there was one Angel using his or her power to heal someone, and the need to ask them about the afterlife or, the secrets of the macrocosm, or even personal inquiry was overpowering. Here they were, the answers to the corking interrogative sentence on worldly concern, but just as they would open up their back talk to utter, a cry of annoyance from their patient or a sudden nebuliser of rake would drag their attention back to the matters at hand, forcing them to hold in their curiosity.

The Angels had a similar restiveness around Baltoh, though they were filled with Thomas More oddity than veneration. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest threats to Heaven, a berserker that had defeated Archangels as if they were aught. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of nirvana, his Demon one-half and his unstoppable strength in battle made him a scourge, while his Archangel one-half and his drive to slay evil made him almost an beau ideal.

Once the wounding in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby windowpane. well over a hundred Angel were arriving to assist in the healing process, meaning that he could finally take a break. Even after firing a craze blow to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three one C people, his energy stage were still fairly high, but his mind was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing real bread and butter human being lose their lives in such fearful direction and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to clear his judgment for a few mo. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of meat of the exit with his hand over his brass as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a woman's voice said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on molly, who had a unquiet 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 time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the paries, hesitating before speech production."Normally I would talk to Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as busy as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to lecture to. You're the exclusively other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a living mortal would see me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so a lot to grapple with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"mollie,"he said softly and kindly, but with such bureau that she stopped in her runway."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your problems don't matter and you don't want ease up anyone else the added incumbrance. But we are Quaker and I want to help you. I want to name you glad. Any weight you have to carry, I'll carry with you."

molly turned to him with a sad smile on her cheek."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a mysterious breath."The problem is… I was too scared to fight. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those giant, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without falter, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the first off place, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"molly, there is cypher incorrectly with being scared, especially for soul in your position. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it ridiculous to just expect you to be a combatant, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have cypher 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 lucky pilus, and as his fingerbreadth grazed her cheek, she burst into bout and sat down on the floor, wrapped in her wings. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to recall of something to say, something to wee 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 clip I close my centre, I see all the monster standing over me, laughing. Every meter my nous wanders, I remember the pain I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her cheek, ending her pant.

In the corner of the ceiling, Rosmarinus officinalis landed while cloaked to be insensible, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the calamity of the hospital. She was originally there to state him that there was a coming together going on, but now, she didn't want to interrupt. With a face of warmly pride on her face, she stood back to let Baltoh help Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're dead now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human being trunk, but you've been reborn into a new physical structure. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to carry. Your body is completely unmoved ; nothing has been taken from you. The only if shadow of your pain lie in your own memories. All you have to do is look forward to the time to come and bury the preceding 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 enceinte chance in the world to interchange everything and starting signal from scratch."

mollie gained a humble grin of peace on her face as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that genus Selene really was just what you needed…"rosemary silently whispered, feeling her eye swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the time you need, do whatever you need to do to be at public security. If you ever want to press, you're more than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will judge you. You have all the time in the earth to sort things out and you'll always have the support of genus Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I share a bond as well."

mollie was silent, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his mitt and lifted her chin, looking into her blue eyes and trying to get her to utter."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to make me feel better. realise love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her reply and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you sure ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of pitilessness, I want an act of benignity. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to block everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that incubus with a beautiful dream,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be serious ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ rosemary thought before Baltoh and Molly began making out.

rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their tongues terpsichore and their hands run across each early's organic structure. Baltoh was soft at first base, waiting to finger mollie's arousal strive its peak before showing any kind of aggression. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the rampart of the exit and pulled his lip away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasure. Rosemary watched them with her hale body shaking and her breathing quick and shallow. This was the first base time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

picking Molly up and holding her against the bulwark, Baltoh continued to kiss her cervix and collarbone, while she purred in happiness from the touch modality of his lips and wrapped her wooden leg around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his lens hood back and running her digit through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his longsighted lingua between mollie's lips, licking the inside of her rima oris while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tail and carefully cut the lacy strap of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his other hand to pull down on her frock, letting her melon-sized jugful pop out like airbags. mollie's breathing was heavy as the refreshed air kissed her tits, followed by Baltoh. Running his lips across the plump indulgent balloons, he stimulated every nerve with esthetic skill, bringing her to her maximum tier of arousal.

As Rosemary watched Baltoh suck on molly's nipple and allow them wet and erect, she listened to Molly's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her trunk. Watching the two of them made her white meat tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to mollie and seeing the look of euphory on her face was sending ripples of warmth through her body from between her branch. No thing how hard she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling jealous, as her breasts were nothing compared to the spongy bowling orb that stood out on mollie's chest.

"Baltoh, order me you love me,"mollie whispered as he cut away her garb, exposing her wet panties. Her voice was in high spirits pitched and dire, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't care if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."Molly, I love you."

All of the get-up-and-go he had burned with just a second before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a long kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breath thick with hormone and her legs wrapped tightly around his waistline.

He cut away her panties, revealing her smooth wet slit, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pants with one bridge player, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully erect and trembling with his impulse. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to kiss her and grinded the shaft against her awaiting pussy, driving her wild with anticipation. Without him even inserting the oral sex, he had Molly giving soft groan of blissfulness as his mesomorphic cock rubbed against her soft finespun sass. It felt so hot and herculean that she was almost at the point of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosemary was unable to see Baltoh's manhood, but in the back of her head, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feelings and desires for him, but also out of the bare curiosity 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 delight say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear life history while his cock rubbed against her snatch and got soaked in her succus as it widened her back talk in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me feel you,"she murmured with her face buried in the face of his neck.

Holding her up even eminent, Baltoh positioned his cock against the spread lips of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in cookery for the sexual bliss. Working his rooster into the entranceway, Baltoh immediately felt molly's interior heart-to-heart up and widen to admit him, while she gave a high groan of pleasance that jumped in volume each arcsecond. In the backdrop, Rosmarinus officinalis was watching them with her eyes all-inclusive and her respiration laborious, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for molly, desperately wishing to experience what she was.

belief her hymen, Baltoh came to a stop and pressed himself against molly, holding her against the wall with his body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their fingers intertwined above their caput. With Molly's hands spread and their palms pressed together, Baltoh dug his claws into the paries, giving him a handhold for when he would select his usual rhythm. Sensing what was about to come about, Molly readjusted her branch around his waistline, waiting for the net push.

Finally, in one slap-up drive, Baltoh forced his entire stopcock into her Virgo the Virgin slit, rupturing her Hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making Molly groan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to mollie moan like an Opera singer, wishing that she could feel the Lapplander penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his pecker out of her, revealing the ancestry of her Hymen coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in long, deep thrusts. Each fourth dimension he re-entered her, he would increase the power and speed of his incursion, while holding onto the bulwark with his claws. Her breasts bouncing with each powerful jabbing, Molly gave a continuous moan of sexual ecstasy as Baltoh pummeled her inside with his muscular Hammond organ, growing in speed in velocity every sec. In to a lesser extent 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 keep his powerful tempo. Her breasts were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, ineffective to describe the flavor of her soundbox being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's powerful manhood.

In the setting, rosemary was flushed with the overwhelming desire to touch herself, her skin crawling and itching as if she were covered in bug sting. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to make out her harder, firm, and deeper was driving her natural state with lust and invidia, but no topic how great the desire became, she refused to indulge in the over-the-top desires. She had to stay resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of incontinence. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not look away from the fleshly passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five proceedings.

Deciding that there was no reason to draw out it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barrier of self-control and increased his amphetamine and might, fucking her as hard and dissipated as physically potential, making Molly cry out in happiness as his shaft plunged deep into her soft affectionate pussy, slamming into every medium spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few seconds before Molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her interior with what felt like the pressure of a blast hose, she honestly couldn't Tell that he had stopped thrusting. His come filled her to the decimal point where it sprayed out of her pussy from the pressure of the overflow, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her humankind as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's hands as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her whole body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing intemperately, Baltoh pulled out of molly and slowly lowered her to the storey, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was ineffective to stand. As if broken from a trance, Rosmarinus officinalis shook her principal from side to side and matt-up her rousing dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the cap of the hospital into the top floor and then made her way through the edifice to the stairway leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would suspect her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became physical once again and lowered her cloaking spell. Taking one final deep breath to calm her nerves, she walked up the staircase, opened the door, and came out onto the ceiling. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the visual sense before her. molly was on her human knee, her head bobbing back and Forth as she sucked Baltoh off with unbelievable skill, draining every last drop of come. Baltoh grunted as he had his second orgasm and molly leaned her nous back with her back talk undetermined, letting come spray her face and fill her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained glob and licking him fair. Even while flaccid, rosemary was unable to deny that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a scowl, she let go of the doorway and allowed it to close, creating a aloud strike that made Baltoh and mollie jump in surprise.

"There is a get together about to happen in city entrance hall, follow me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his pants, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the cheek."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a small smile and leaned forward, kissing the one patch on her face that wasn't coated in semen."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the dark staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to hold back for him to shut down the room access, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in city Hall, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"Rosemary said before turning around and smacking him across the face as hard as she could. The bump didn't send Baltoh back a I footprint, but he clutched his cheek and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be mean, but never cruel. I thought you were in love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that prostitute ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just chisel on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; mollie is part of our relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a tierce with her friend. We had just had one on the dark Selene was captured and mollie was killed. Including mollie was all genus Selene's idea. She is now division of the mathematical group. I did zip wrong."

While his words crushed Rosemary's accusations, there was still so a great deal choler in her eyes.

"You can be a real bastard, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could storm off, Baltoh grabbed her hand and spun her vertebral column around."If you're going to be angry with me, then at least have the guts to say the understanding. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a snag ran down her cheek."You were supposed to sleep together me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you better than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in love with mortal, it should give been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human you saw and started fucking any piece of music of ass that walked by without concern or emotion ! If it was so prosperous for you to be intimate with mortal, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the Sami person you met in Hell twenty-three old age ago,"he said softly.

"Don't give me that dirt, 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 Hell twenty-three years ago, that was 23 geezerhood for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. affair change rosemary, things always change, including people, and while you may not consider it, you're the reason why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, tears streaming from her eyes."It's not bonny. If you changed so much, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the wall with their finger intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him withstand on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erecting between her legs, the two of them separated only by the fabric of their trouser. 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 same post that he had been in with molly just a few minutes ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her eyes closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt give as their lips joined and separated and their tongue danced. rosemary began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his body forward, rubbing his clothed cock between her legs, with her panties becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the floor."Then in time, perhaps you shall have it. Things are changing, Rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a touch that my truce with Heaven won't last too long after this all last and the lines of naval division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to have to pick a side, just get to sure that it is the even up one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal flush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in the pits, it will take a while for plenty troops to be found to abut on us again,"Raffaello Santi said. Again, the leaders of the defensive military force were all standing in the mayor's billet, planning their succeeding motion. genus Selene was there but Rosemary was late to arrive.

"But at what cost. Baltoh, do you have any thought how much damage you may stimulate just inflicted to hell on earth ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in problem. draw a blank a hole between dimensions, that dimension would destruct itself and embroil the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usage low. That flak caused a lot lupus erythematosus destruction than you think, as about of the energy was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the people of the city ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his top dog with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a one hundred thousand people and more than a million were wounded. Even with holy person flooding the city, there were just too many enemy forces to keep open the humans secure. And that's not even counting the figure of holy man we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't ideate any of the residents of this metropolis surviving this war. Most likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the sewer will be overflowing with blood,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"Have you guys figured out how to reverse all this yet ?"the city manager asked impatiently.

"We have our sound idea in paradise running simulation after pretending 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 ally wasn't just lounging and eating people between their appearances. We've found mark of symbol scribbled across the city in human descent, and I don't just signify at the situation where those Inferno Abysses were summoned. This urban center is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can imagine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the hell on earth does all this mean ? !"the chief of police yelled, already on edge from the struggle, the deaths, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more complex than just six bidding and human negativeness,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the Library of Congress out of binary codification, that's how complex it was. We're trying to figure out the accurate sequence of symbolization required, but it's recollective than your DNA and finding even most of them and what order they went in is inconceivable. We're basically trying to reckon out the blueprints of a palace after finding just half a brick paries. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should recite you what form of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing formula from scratch, it would learn grand, if not ten-spot of thousands of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year prison term proportion of Hell,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the post is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the maven in paradise just draw out the correct succession at random like a bunch of monkeys on typewriters printing out the employment of William Shakespeare, then we have no way to countermand the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his tone as coldness as space.

"Can't you guys just hollo on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The room was silent.

"Maker stopped caring about the goings on of the humans a prospicient time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not look them psyche on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destroy whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to preserve ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the city manager asked.
"The dependable Beelzebub. I'm sure you think that the Lucifer is actually Lucifer, who was originally the fallen Angelica Archangelica daystar. That is incorrect. Satan and lucifer are princes of perdition. You know how they say that the Tempter is the prince of dark ? Well Tenebrous is the king, the first unholy entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can terminate him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a rich breathing space."No, his powers are worlds apart from mine. I can't even defeat the Hell Princes. I'm a powerful fighter and I can do planetary devastation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his business leader lie on a world-wide plate. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred sentence, and each time, I escape by the skin of my teeth. Every time I've come to Earth, it was to elude Tenebrous or the Hell Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're in good order back where we started : facing the end of the cosmos and with no way to block up or change by reversal it,"said Rosemary.

Everyone was tacit and clip slowly passed by. One arcminute, two proceedings, three. Baltoh had his chin resting on his tent fingerbreadth, deep in mentation."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breathing spell.

Everyone turned to him, the Archangels with an especially uneasy spirit on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to reverse the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"profanation ! Speaking such Scripture is profanation !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally deep voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the nefariousness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"genus Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a possibility dreamt up in Hell by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a small mind like yours, one that has not lived for as farsighted as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the motorcar ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the plot of land of their taradiddle through the abrupt interference of a god. Machina refers to the crane used in maneuver to bring down the thespian playing these gods dramatically onto the point. However, it has a unlike yet similar meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Jehovah in Heaven that created this universe and the pits, but Shangri-la and sin splitting off from this macrocosm upon its birthing, in which you humans call the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hades are opposite weights on a graduated table, then this cosmos is the musical scale itself. In this thought, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ hoary ’, or essentially the combination of darkness and light.

The bit component part of the estimation of Deus Ex Machina is that Jehovah and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one decimal point were lesser beingness, no expectant than you or I. The belief is that there are three Thrones, each portion as the beating heart and matrix of a region. Whether these are real stool or symbolic single, nobody is trusted. But they say that whoever is able to take a toilet becomes a god of that world. Tenebrous occupies the Throne of Hell, JHVH occupies the Throne of Heaven, and the Throne of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this grammatical case, ‘ god out of the simple machine'refers to the toilet creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can conduct control of the Throne of Cinereo, then we can vacate all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the normal. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our best bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would bring together from now on, but that doesn't mean value we're friends so you don't get to pull these practical jokes !"Michael barked.

"The only reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the Trygve Halvden 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 evolution is true and you and your fellow Archangels were created after the reaching of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the design of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"unorthodoxy !"Michael shouted.

Rosmarinus officinalis on the other hand had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"time lag on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as much point or information. The explanation I received was goose egg like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't matter what variation you heard, every version is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and follow ? The revilement to the truth of the humanity ? !"

"What is the Sojourner Truth, Michael ? ! What is the trueness that we believe and follow ? Think about it, YHWH hasn't once explained the truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand years. We're his Angelica Archangelica, his messenger, and yet I can't remember the last-place time I saw him or heard him. We know goose egg about Creator, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the oldest and strongest of us, the only Demon-Archangel hybrid to ever exist, the swell anomaly in the cosmos, and he knows the blood of the universe with more lucidness than we do !"

Michael stood close to her, their faces in apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're properly, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Archangels'attention."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to secernate one-half Angel and Archangels in Heaven to break their unsufferable deputation to find a reversing go and instead severalize them to bulge out 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 time I fire one of my blasts down into Hell, it will be at full force. I don't forethought if it inadvertently destroys underworld and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable options. Find the Throne or spoil up hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep grumble voice.

"shit it, will you just do it already ! I don't caution what it takes, just redeem my metropolis !"the mayor shouted.

"mulct, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant prick,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are actual can or if it's a symbolic 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 stallion universe of discourse,"Raffaello Sanzio added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophical tip of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our shining intellect on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flash of Light Within as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is nothing we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the middle of the night approached ( though there was no way to differentiate time in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with genus Selene straddling his left second joint and molly straddling his right hand. The two adult female were rubbing their slippery twat against his legs like a yoke of dolphinfish scratching an itch and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the terzetto were all kissing each early with their spit 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 pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of rosemary standing in the nook, completely undetectable to all sentience. 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 unlike emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sensual dance 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 affaire with his fan and blonde doxy at the same time, Rosmarinus officinalis felt bitter gall and anger towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that anger turned to envy, envy of Selene and Molly for being able-bodied to have him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very strange oddment welling up inside her as she watched Molly and Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated love triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary roof, but now it was clearly apparent. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's pump belonged to genus Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The upshot were a obnubilate knot of social moral force that she found incredibly… interesting, so concern that she was compelled to study it from every Angle like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two cleaning woman kiss each other with Baltoh's natural language between their soft wet lips and their deal gently stroke and vibrate each other's naked bodies, Rosemary could feel strong lust and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that Saami sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a certain sweetly virgin eroticism to the touching between the two char, a unique geniality that did not be between a man and a cleaning woman. This strange bonding was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could describe it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her life, the only sexual thoughts she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an Angelica Archangelica. But now, luxuria and sexual hunger were flooding her body like a blood transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different fantasies, each involving Baltoh or the womanhood. She had jumped from having unattackable belief for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two women, and all in the track of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, fuck me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and Molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a candy kiss on the centre of attention of her chest while Molly 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 soft whimper of pleasure as it entered her, filling every corner and cranny of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her breast heave and her bosom jiggling like piss balloons, Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretched pussy with her script after licking her digit. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down flat and molly began riding his face, whining from the acute sensations of his tongue flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her tongue across Selene's swinging boob.

In the corner, Rosemary's ventilation was grave as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and mollie's beautiful bodies, slightly glistening from a slight film of sweat, and listening to the sound of Selene's wet puss back talk hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her placid thighs clapped against his, rosemary felt like her whole eubstance was being tickled. Her cutis longed to be touched and she longed to find herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own au naturel body for the inaugural substantial clock time in her animation. Even while inaudible, inconspicuous, and intangible, she was afraid to move for fearfulness of being noticed, but this self-instated confinement and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so much strong. Her breathing became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her backtalk, and she had her implements of war tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her finger's breadth against her thigh, wishing that she could rip away her sloppy pants and touch herself.

Back on the bed, Molly's coos were turning into garish whimper as Baltoh's persistent clapper brought her finisher and closer to her inaugural climax as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her toothsome kitty-cat, slurping up every drib of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the luscious tasting and tone of Molly's pith. Desperate for far stimulation, the blonde beaut shifted her system of weights, using one hired hand to bosom her huge boobs almost brutally and finger her compressed asshole with the former. Her whine grew in bulk and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing titmouse, contending herself with just holding her glossa out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first orgasm, she worked her halfway finger in her anus faster and faster, sending tremble up her body from the strange 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 mere kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lubricant in her mother fucker. Once she had it covered in another wet level, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on Selene's tit, and then held it up to her friend's typeface. genus Selene's wrapped her sassing around molly's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while mollie sucked on her nipples.

Finally, molly gave a particularly loudly high-pitched groan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her insides with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her whole body palpitation, Molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an worn out cat, panting heavily.

"Wow mollie, I can't believe how practically 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 Sir Thomas More,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As mollie set herself to take Baltoh's right erecting, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around Molly's naked body, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her cervix. Rosmarinus officinalis licked her lips with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by mortal, specifically, one of the three before her. Her physical structure ached to feel the raw dead body of Selene or Molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her skin in that Sami intimate loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

mollie finally managed to figure out the head of Baltoh's cock into the entryway of her soundbox and gave a loud outcry gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretchability to take in the mass. Selene tightened her hold on her sapphic lover with her hand between Molly's ramification, giving a hum of her own as she felt mollie's pelvic region bulge as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the percentage point of bursting, the rapture was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no annoyance in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole body was trembling as she tried to get reacquainted with Baltoh's member inside of her and she was giving a easygoing whimper with each movement she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's hard cock, quivering with each heartbeat and glistening with her vaginal succus. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her shank to withstand her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steady cycle, springing on his turncock while crying out in ecstasy every time the head teacher punched the deepest corner of her pussy like a boneless fist. As she picked up speeding, she relied more and more on Baltoh's muscular tail to pump her up and down as if she were a piston while the audio of her second joint clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her screams of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two devotee were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the corner, Rosmarinus officinalis was staring in awe at mollie's heaving body, her knocker jumping like two perdurable urine balloons attached to the handles of a pogo stick. Even without Light Within on, Molly's dead body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, allowing every heftiness under her skin to display itself with each jubilant earth tremor. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's putz 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 tongue along this stranger's eubstance as if she were a giant lollipop.

The audio of Molly's thigh clapping against Baltoh's and her groan of sexual happiness was like medicine to rosemary's ear, her vibrant body looked downright delectable, the smell of her pussy juice was like perfume, and just the sight of the three sexual cooperator was captivating. All these factor were driving rosemary up the rampart and she could no longer arrest herself. Trembling from head teacher to toe, she began touching her breasts tentatively with one paw and working her fingers in her panties with the other. This was the inaugural clip she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle brush of her fingers sent shivers of cloud nine through her vibration body.

rosemary suddenly looked up from her own body as molly released a agitate scream of felicity from her orgasm. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussy and then licking her fingers.

"Don't occlusive, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a grinning."fountainhead Darling, what do you think ? Would you be leave to be a niggling more patient ?"

She gained the same tender smile and cupped his cheek."Oh grade, baby. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lips against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth interior thighs before running his rim against her dessert peach ass nerve. Feeling Baltoh's lips against her bland 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 same. Molly finally reached back and spread her ass cheek, letting Baltoh lick his backtalk in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's face buried in her ass and his tongue and lip working her like a neck opening massager, mollie cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. Selene was working her digit between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like molly and the raft and sound of Molly being pleasured. rosemary was in the Lapplander position, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup tit exposed as she rubbed her soft skin, wishing that Baltoh would lick her in such a way, but also becoming more and more covetous of Baltoh for being able to lick Molly.

After exploring the depth of her shit with his long forked knife, Baltoh finally moved up, running buss up her rear and shoulders. After kissing her neck and ears, 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 impudence as Baltoh pressed the head against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside mollie and bicker between her ass cheeks, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly cry as the fleshy projectile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, Molly's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the penetration, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passage clear, Baltoh plunged his cock into her motherfucker, making molly screech like a banshie from the painless yet indescribable and bunglesome belief of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his entire hammer in molly's anus, wondering how the blonde smasher could possibly be moaning in rapture with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With long, slow accident, Baltoh began to do it Molly's ass with big attainment, making her groan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her fingers in her pussycat. After becoming re-accustomed to molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her body like an automatic mallet. mollie's groan became a ceaseless high-pitched thigh-slapper as the sum of joy flooding her torso nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, genus Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless fingers brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, Rosmarinus officinalis was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a min ago, she had been horrified by the approximation of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging hawkshaw, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into sinewy envy, envy so enceinte that she was almost about to start up fingering her anus.

Rosmarinus officinalis's body was different from Selene and Molly's, in that they had a certain well-toned maturity, but she had to a greater extent of an adolescent look. As an garden angelica not created by God, her body was the answer of a large group of saint fusing together into a single heart, ending up with a figure dictated by the majority of her"ingredients ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were cleaning woman, almost all of them quite youth. But while her soundbox wasn't as developed as genus Selene and mollie's, she was the Lapplander age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"fan. Already, her thighs were glistening with the clear fluid that her foreplay was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet coming.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his upper, making molly give a particularly gaudy scream. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able to match his fastness. His whole body could barely be discerned as anything other than a giant blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at risk of exposure of falling apart and Molly's anus was being pummeled so punishing and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's endurance and stamina could continue from getting ripped give like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so concentrated !"she screamed with the intensity of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her dickhead while her slit became soaked with a unused layer of fluid, fucking her through her sexual climax. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, Molly's body became calm and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole body was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to catch his breathing place. With Baltoh's tool still standing at wide attending, Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her lip, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her friend as if were butter on a corn cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, mollie is just an Angel, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one part of her mind while the eternal rest of her nous wished she could taste it.

Once the meaty rod was licked light, genus Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his knack articulatio genus and her deal on his berm. With his hands on her hips, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his cock, working it into her anus. With the strength and endowment of a Equus caballus, Baltoh thrust upwards into her anus, stretching the pack to its bound and making genus Selene give a cryptical moan. Baltoh waited for a few seconds, making sure that his location was correct before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the point of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his common fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her drumhead between his branch and licked Selene's snatch, giving Selene a break up rush of pleasure. Watching genus Selene, never before had Rosemary felt so very much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the Saame time… the sheer lustfulness and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For respective minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of genus Selene's mother fucker and into her pussy. Being an Angel Falls, disease and infection was insufferable for Selene, and even if it was, her asshole was as clean as a bleach bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely have no reverberation for her. All three women knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their hearts jump a beat, before the realization hit them and their jounce turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysterical grin on her face as Baltoh drove up into her pussy respective metre, 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 effervescent mixture of each former's lifelike lubricating substance. When he fucked Selene's bastard, Molly would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked genus Selene's SOB, mollie would work the appearing and disappearing shaft of his cock.

After 20 minutes, Baltoh had to relinquish the position from the vast sum of Energy and stamina it required, even for him. As genus Selene got off him, Molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the gustation of Selene's ass and slit on his hammer. Once she had licked him unclouded, Baltoh sat up on his knee and moved back up to genus Selene, who was on all quaternity with a coy smile. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the egotistical back talk of her snatch.

Without wavering, Baltoh took his raw air hammer rhythm method, instantly turning Selene into a jittery crash with her mouth hanging give as she gave a low moan of unparalleled happiness. For the first few second, Molly sat up on her articulatio genus next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his mouth while he licked hers in a long passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more than stimulation and moved in front of Selene, lying on her rachis with her leg spreading and her rosy lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her manus onto her human elbow, Selene excitedly buried her case in Molly's pussy, licking her velvet lips with her long slick black tomentum scattered across her friend's belly. Molly's usual loud moans were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her hands against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her body rest.

In her quoin, Rosmarinus officinalis was chewing on her hair like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waving of heat and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her body with unfathomable speed were making it difficult to stand, let alone hold open from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquidity sprayed from her pussy as if it was a water gun as she achieved a distaff ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her understructure and covering her smooth peg 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 dick with her orgasmic juice, genus Selene moved to the side to recover from her sexual climax but Baltoh didn't waste a indorse in grabbing Molly and pulling the grin nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his bureau, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and foot as he started fucking her twat for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breathing spell, genus Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her brass, letting Molly gorge herself on her free, tender twat while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilation they were experiencing, Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly maintained this position for another ten minutes with Rosemary continuing to watch them and touch herself. The position was broken only briefly so that Molly could straighten herself and wrap up her stage around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his tool into her shit. Selene too careen position, sitting on her blackguard and grinding her smooth sable ass nerve against Molly's face, purring at the feeling of dominating her friend.

This went on for the residuum of the Night, with Baltoh switching back and Forth between the two adult female. Collective hour were spent with his cock in different assholes, pussies, and mouths, with much the time spent with a woman's tongue in his throat or his glossa in one of their bodies.

"gentlewoman, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

Hearing his warning, molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her friend's spit lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, Selene pressed her cheek against Molly's, both women sticking out their spit with their mouths all-encompassing open.

Baltoh gripped his turncock and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and physical barrier he had set up in his torso to tumble down and let everything flow. With his eyes rolling back into his chief, he released a deep gooey jet of his germ into the two women's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouths. After swallowing, the two women sat up and began licking each other's faces like a duet of cats, cleaning each other from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his whole body feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every bead of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful grinning. His panting having slowed and his dead body as limber as a prophylactic band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"Damn, that was nice,"genus Selene purred with her face pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral medallion like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"Molly tiredly whispered with her font pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a gentle joke as the three sex collaborator closed their eyes and became silent.

On the other side of the room, Rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly give sex, masturbate to the mint, and feel sexual magnet to the two adult female. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the essence of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so shortsighted of fourth dimension. Barely maintaining her intangibleness, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, Rosemary just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to devolve asleep.

"rosemary, she was in the way watching us the whole time. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her focussing on her concealment charm briefly wavered every time she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty officious while she watched us,"He replied with a smiling.

Selene gained a coy facial expression on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our following session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can sympathize why you originally invited mollie, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it hard to believe that you are this unforced to percentage me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to check. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to make each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the side by side fight, when all the Angels are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"invite"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each other's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the only char that I truly deprivation to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really enjoy these little sex parties. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get jealous and their feelings will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love we ploughshare. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to complicate thing. Molly loves you and rosemary loves me. I just want to make sure we don't end up crossing a line of business and we're unable to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather fall back my powers and be cast back into hell on earth to be tortured for all eternity than be without you."

genus Selene's grinning then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worries like rubble against a broom."You will never lose me. My soundbox, mind, and soul, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how complicated affair become, all that we need is to love each other, because that love will obligate us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his nerve.

"I love you, Selene. You are the merely being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the only one who can tell 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 men like a leash if it is found. Everyone tries so hard to hide his or her tether, to keep from being vulnerable. genus Selene, I give my deuce-ace to you, because you will forever have my sexual love and my loyalty. You are the only one that can seduce this creature retract his hook,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Lapp thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and be intimate you. I would do anything in this world for you, anything accept leave you. I lost my living because I refused to pull up stakes you, and I would do it all again, just to depict you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an Angel, you know that ?"

"Screw that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a way already ? I'm trying to kip,"Molly tiredly mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her face, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a pocket-size jest and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the eye of the night, shining in through the window with the intensity of a point light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eye and looked through the balcony windowpane. The stone putz around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten sway, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the Earth's crust and was passing through the Mantle. The merely affair that kept New York from being instantly burned to a Saratoga chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.

"fourth dimension is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his pass back down on the pillow.



With genus Selene and Molly's naked bodies held tightly in his embracing, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a stray blast struck the hotel way balcony and sent rubble and broken chicken feed flying through the air. exterior, a battle had just started and the forces of hell on earth were once again advancing on New York.

"Girls, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his fundament. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"goodness, then let's get dressed. It is fourth dimension 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 destroyed hotel room and looked out over the city. Already, garden angelica and Demons were zooming between the construction while their leaf blade and piece clashed, massive torrents of Gargoyles were bursting out of the primer coat like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and sinner were marching through the metropolis, battling the residents of New House of York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nigh downpour of Gargoyles with Selene and mollie following him.

"Angel Art : Wings of the social reformer ! monster Art : leaf blade of Darkness !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten feet, two tempered glory of Edward White light radiated from his holy person annex while two steel-like fins of iniquity push stretched from his fiend extension. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their number. With his powered backstage, he sliced the forces of Hell to firearm as if they were piece of music of gist dropped into a food processor. Misty clouds of rakehell sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body component blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The strait of gunfire pulled Selene and mollie's care away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the Sinners and Gargoyles on foot. With how the vehicle was able to shatter the systema skeletale of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like pieces of fruit, it was obvious that the stallion fomite had been blessed, as well as the fastball being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the iniquity forces that filled the street, drinking glass rained down from the role building to their right as Sinners leapt from the window, howling curses with their rusty swords in hand.

"mollie, try and hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her friend countered with fire in her heart, having developed a natural kinship for scrap, just like Selene.

Pointing her mitt at the raining systema skeletale, Molly launched the only long-range fire of the Angels : a narrow theology Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch toy shadow Pulses. The blast whiplashed across the edifice, not powerful enough to slice up it in one-half like a full-sized divinity fudge Ray, but packing to a greater extent than enough speciality to veil the Sinners.

With erupt and charred clappers falling like hail but Sir Thomas More Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic activity. Standing on the roof of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van smell like a eggbeater with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's annexe, which were glowing with holy energy. On contact lens, the skeleton in the closet were shattered like trash vases and their castanets were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passenger inside the van were firing their guns at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like social lion after an elephant. Blessed by Angel, their bullet were more than affective against the wickedness legions, shattering the Sinners'skeletons and blasting gory holes straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through violent boars.

Up ahead, mollie landed on the ceiling of a metropolis bus which had an interior caked with blood and aimed her bridge player at the hordes of sinner and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of furiousness, she launched two ray of light of gilt vitality from her palms, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark forcefulness. With each she one cut down, five more would take its space, drawn by the commotion of battle. But no matter how many showed up, she refused to set aside her provision of energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her last, it was not 100 % true. The tingle of battle and sight of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing plunk for computer memory of the pain and humiliation she suffered at the work force of the Demons. That pain was turning into rage and determination, and the steely resolve to avenge her own death and fight back against the fiendish spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a memory from her death made her rake suntan in her veins like molten metal and caused angry bust to stream down her face, but it also caused the twinned beams of spark shooting from her helping hand to increase in size and power, almost turning into actual Divinity Rays.

With a loud screaming, she doubled her output, making the ground shake and the windows of the bus shatter into part. The beams of light obliterated the sinner and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some illusion of safety.

"Get to Yankee Stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the driver as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, genus Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her split."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a lock chamber of Molly's favourable hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a oceanic abyss breathing spell. With a tender grinning, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut poor as the edifice behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from infernal region and into New York. Selene and mollie quickly raised their hired hand and each fired a ray of holy Energy Department at the evil conglomerate, managing to scorch its body but only inflicting as much equipment casualty as a duo of magnifying glasses on a tree automobile trunk. The animal snarled and shielded its face from the laser, causing two narrow pillars of sens to rise up from its bridge player. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and molly and held them up, squeezing them in its sinewy grip.

Crying out in the pain of the vice-like force of the Bleak's skeletal script, Selene and Molly both aimed their hands at the creature's cheek and fired a beam of light into its eyes, blinding the beast and causing smoke to pour Forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its clutches on Selene and molly to the point where they both coughed up bloodline. With its imaginativeness blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a night impulse.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five devil with their great power enhanced by eating human being pulp and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his lover and his Friend in the hands of the Bleak.

"genus Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the daemon managed a favourable pellet and plunged her bone katana into his chest and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his steel at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the synagogue and ripping off the speed portion of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to ride out live and on its feet, allowing genus Selene and mollie to slip free people of its handle. Before Baltoh could emit a sigh of relief, one of the Demons attacked from behind him and managed to stab him the neck with a pickaxe made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing weakness, even while bleeding profusely.

Breaking the katana and shoving the pick aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious snarl. First reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the centerfield of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his chela and ripping out fucking strips of her nub and left lung. The Demon vomited blood and tried to imbibe another katana from the backrest of her neck opening, but Baltoh stabbed her with his bridge player again, this prison term striking just above the heart and tearing out all the Major arteries, as well as a portion of her spinal anesthesia column.

The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with contraband flames to inflict more damage. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pickax strike of the second base daemon, used his right backstage to choke up the skull-headed hammer encroachment of the third gear Demon, used his pass on wings to deflect the saw-toothed jousting gig of the one-quarter Demon, and used his tooshie to strike back against the fifth Demon, who was wielding a giant chopper brand. Baltoh cringed at the painfulness of the malleus breaking the bones in his flop wings and the lance piercing his left over wings, but he was able to detour the attacks of the second and fifth part and his wound from the previous altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second fiend with his nates and the 3rd and fourth with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the one-fifth, but the devil had escaped and was flying towards genus Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby ceiling, tending to each others harm with a nameless healing power. The fiend raised his chopper sword above his fountainhead and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"tinker's dam it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not bruise them !"rosemary shouted, appearing next to Selene and molly with her mitt aimed at the oncoming Demon."holy person Art : fishgig Of circumstances !"

From her palm, a golden voulge steel gibe forth, made solely of light and as large as a car, but also being as thin as paper and moving as fast as lightning. The titan spear completely slipped through the demon's sense of detecting and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the devil head on, slicing it in half right down the centre. With the wildcat defeated, rosemary turned to genus Selene and Molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each early and Baltoh, she was too fox and embarrassed to look right at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't concern, as long as you're observance over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a lazy grinning.

Rosmarinus officinalis's heart widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she know ? !"Uh, salutary. Once you're healed, you are to return to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused grin. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the giant rood-tree in one of the churches of New House of York City. The battle was over, and as usual, every church building in the city was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the scrap. The room was crimson from the Christ Within of the Hellfire fence around the city passing through the windowpane, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the church seem like the prospect of a cruel carnage by Demons. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and do-or-die voice were the stern sobbing and sniff of crying people, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless state of affairs, or just crying.

Rosmarinus officinalis had made herself inconspicuous so that she could pray in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to sanctify them or their household, 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 Angelica Archangelica that wasn't busybodied healing the wounded and repairing the demolish urban center had taken a like form of solitude.

This clip, she was praying for pellucidity for the look she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for garden angelica to be in amorous relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful sexual want and desires, but the taboo of it only made them firm and more arousing.

hindquarters her, the non-Christian priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never lose organized religion in the overlord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety device. We must continue to oppose and keep on to pray, so that we may point our devotion and he will save us."

Suddenly, the doors swung open, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In tread Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the city of this mysterious figure, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, Demons, and sinner that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only info that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the humanity, and their answer and depictions of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the fight that had taken space in the city, he had become a legend. Many people revered him as the savior that would rescue the city and the world from the brink of death, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the worlds of Light Within and dark, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon existence and his refutable history.

"It is not your God that will economize you,"he announced with a voice so cryptic and commanding that it made everyone waggle.

Rosemary's optic opened and she gasped at the sound of his voice. Baltoh began to take the air forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Godhead will not save you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only human being and holy person can blockade the darkness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his centre to the mouse click of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no saint, you're a monster !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and firm than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their maximum length.

The room was filled with still mussitation of seismic disturbance from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two black leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destroy it. This place will do none of you any proficient. This church building will not protect you from the forces of Hell, it will not get your distant deity to make down and save you, and it will not get you entrance into Shangri-la. The simply thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this house of lies, instead try and help those around you. There is a good deal work that needs to be done in this city, people to help and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Shangri-la, then I suggest you stop needing someone to hold your hired hand and get to mould helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fright or obedience, the people left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each former. Everyone kept their length from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The room access of the Christian church closed, leaving it mum with only Baltoh and rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the crucifix, rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these citizenry to work instead of wasting prison term, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand people who were injured in the battle and I repaired XV city stop. I'm now on jailbreak,"he said, walking down the gangway towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to crush their beliefs when you of all mass know how on-key it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eyes on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the population than they ever could. God Almighty has done nothing for this reality in two thousand year. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the citizenry of this world or even his handmaiden ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and order me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the darkness so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of evil, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wishes to harm. I do not love this world, but I have done more for it and its the great unwashed than Yahveh ever has. So tell me, why do you still play along and idolize him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not make you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the other hand are one of the many Archangels born through the quislingism of virtuous homo person, all wishing to fight down evil, just like I do. You are a nuclear fusion of the somebody of people that were made on globe by this universe, not Godhead. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a late intimation."Why did you come here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her annexe retracted.

Baltoh took another step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, rosemary had a hard fourth dimension not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and mollie,"he said with his breath flicking Rosemary hair and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was nothing, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his sass just an in from her ear. Rosemary's breathing spell was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't imagine how ill-chosen it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making rosemary's lungs stop working and her whole body become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't worry, you have cipher to be ashamed of. You just need to solve on staying focused on your cloaking spell while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.

She held her facial expression in her script."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her face in her hands.

Baltoh wrapped his tail end around her trunk and felt the curves hidden beneath her sloppy Angelica Archangelica getup. The gentle credit crunch made her whine in embarrassed arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at peace )."I know what you want. I know what you desire. Say it."

"I want you, I always wanted you, ever since we first met in Hell."she finally murmured, taking a deep breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his spit against her ear and sent a powerful microseism through her body.

"I want them, Selene and Molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his hands across her body, feeling her beautiful form through her clothes and making her wriggle in arousal, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will sacrifice it to you. I will commit you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, give yourself to me, and we will evince you more walking on air than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her forefront from side to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is wrong. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her psyche for something she could say to campaign her own intimate hunger.

"This was her estimate. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at kickoff I was unbelieving about it, but the discernment of your flesh is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to keep her psyche clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her herald, I tell her what to do and she is my Apostelic Father. We both obey and love each early ; that is our bail. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the choker 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 ribbon, making her writhe in pleasance from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and Molly's tongue against your dead body, you want to feel orgasm after orgasm rushing through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then gift yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything."

Wearing a look of confused naturalness and lust on her face, Rosmarinus officinalis glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating tongue into her diffused wet oral cavity. Rosmarinus officinalis purred at the usurpation and mirrored the act, exploring his backtalk with her glossa while carefully avoiding his sharp dentition. While the flavor was long since gone, rosemary could almost taste the succus of genus Selene and molly in his mouth and they drove her wild in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's lingua filling her mouth, rosemary did not feel him buck away her pants with his claws, but she shivered at the spirit of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his tail between her legs, catching the waistband of her step-in with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her flank retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the only affair separating Rosemary from Baltoh's powerful erection pressing against her was the cloth of his pants.

wearing null but her rosary bead chains around her radiocarpal joint and feeling Baltoh's shaft standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosmarinus officinalis trembled at the tactual sensation of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, lost, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt fear in battle before, but this was a new reverence, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a shiner at the mercy of a powerful lion and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was indescribable, the fright and the walking on air that came with it made her shake in excitement. She wanted to feel him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood ; she wanted to pass on to him and be dominated, though that Book was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wild animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her mind was still trying to settle what to do and what it look. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his butt against the smooth sassing of her bit like a slithering serpent. rosemary purred at the sensual touch sensation, and when she reached down to find her moistening clit, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her cause. Rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an tender cat, humming in bliss at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, hold me,"she gasped, the Book passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a touch sensation she would be like this. In engagement she is as rough as all of the other archangel, but when sexually clear and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more interest,'Baltoh view to himself, feeling his demonic sense of sexual dominance beginning to reveal itself.

"What do you need ?"Baltoh asked, ending the buss.

Rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the flat coat by her radiocarpal joint as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her peg together tightly as the feeling of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you require ?"he asked a third prison term, holding her out and dragging one of his hook up her smooth rear and along her spine, gently enough to only score the skin rise and not actually draw in blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"she begged as she felt the bite of the razor-sharp talon against her bare flesh.

Baltoh grinned at the complete personality change."I'll give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you 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 sleep together me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all quaternary."Get on your knees,"he ordered, taking big enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes skipper,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a small smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect hammer, which was pulsing with each rhythm of his heart. On her knees, Rosemary stared at it with awe and fear, standardized to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a Virgo the Virgin with a less developed body, Rosemary's bright oculus and freckled nerve were radiant with innocence. Even though she was in her twenties, her virgin artlessness and untested consistence made her flavor so young.

"showtime playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her backtalk, Rosemary leaned back and began working her fingers between her stage. Her ventilation became quick and shallow with easygoing flutters of her voice and her hired hand became damp with her succus. The more she worked, the more than her pussy began to open up and divulge itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pink interior and the wet flower petal-like faithful within. Rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young raw body on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his rooster in his hand. She could experience his oculus on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her want to obliterate away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes captain,"she whimpered, rubbing her kitty frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her deal as fast as she could and pinching her nipple for added stimulation. Sprawled out on the story, she kept her heart screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the residue of the church, for she could not put up the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your manus and knees."

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, getting on all four-spot with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her look in the crook of her arm, rosemary continued to finger herself with her entirely body shaking with each pleasurable stir of her hand, all with her anus and glistening cunt in opinion of Baltoh. For a few proceedings, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to accomplish an coming. Finally, he decided to give her some help in a way he knew would function best for her. Like the Snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her throat and gave a light-colored wring. It wasn't enough to restrict her breathing or cut off blood period, but it filled rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would have been so leisurely for him to shoot down her at that moment, to snuff out her life like she was nothing but a diminished brute. With Baltoh's rump wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his mastery over her, Rosemary crossed the threshold into a squirting orgasm. She writhed and moaned as jets pussy succus sprayed out from between her finger wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a blur as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a minute of arc, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her breast heaving and her nipple jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her unanimous trunk trembling, Rosmarinus officinalis held up her hand to her boldness, looking at her oiled digit, glistening with her juice. repugnance filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so sinful. Baltoh's tail tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive arousal. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingerbreadth clean, humming from the pleasant-tasting penchant of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingers clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his ass as if it were a leash. He set her on her knees with his cock just inches from her typeface."Kiss it,"he said with a minuscule grin.

"Yes Master,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosemary kissed the head of Baltoh's stopcock, shivering as the warmly member touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your sass and stick your knife out."

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and did as she was told, opening her back talk wide with her tongue sticking out like a landing strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his cock against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her knife, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you require this cock ?"Baltoh asked, loving the kinetics of this situation.

"Yes, please Master. I want to wet-nurse your putz,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and virtuous warrior of Heaven into his slavish sex striver, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hired hand on the binding of her head, Baltoh forced his prick into her mouth, making her gag from the sizing as he pushed it all the way to the back of her pharynx. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to pluck away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex response, but Baltoh's ass around her pharynx kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her grimace. Just when she thought she was going to strangle, 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 Rosmarinus officinalis's hair and smeared his slime-covered cock across her face, mixing her saliva and other somatic fluids with her tears. He pushed his tool back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body convulsions. After a few secondment, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with slime dripping from her mouth and nose from retching. As filthy and sad as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her fancy had ever been like this, but it was respectable than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her font clean and jerk, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of Baltoh's cock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and shape while she caught her breath. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen genus Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her drumhead back and forth and stroking him with her hired hand while she sucked him. As common, Baltoh just groaned and let his straits paradiddle back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his manhood and listened to the marvelous spongelike phone of it moving back and onward inside her.

decision making he wanted more, he wrapped his entire nates around her body and picked her up, holding her inverted with his shaft staying in her mouth. With Rosmarinus officinalis inverted with Baltoh's head between her stage, he buried his face in her snatch, going down on her with far more than aggressiveness than he would with Selene or Molly. Having never experienced the spirit of someone's lips and tongue on and in her pussy, Rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet twat and licked up every drop of her Delicious juice, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her fuzz to arrest her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his renal pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing Rosemary to spue with each herculean punch to her throat and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally meter to bonk Rosemary like the little whore she was. He dropped the exhausted Archangel onto the puddle of filth on the trading floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to regain her force. Once his patience was at its limit, he grabbed her by the articulatio talocruralis and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your skipper ? Ready to get your pussy shredded by my prick ? Beg for it like the little slut you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an evil smile.

"Please have intercourse me, Master ! I want you to have my virginity with your big dick !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her weaponry shaking.

With his empennage around her waist, Baltoh used his free manus to weigh the header of his shaft against her waiting Virgo the Virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to get it on her so voiceless that she would shout out and cry. She was completely in the laurel wreath of his hand. Securing the headway in the glistening backtalk of her cunt, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deep breathing place. With a individual powerful shove, he forced his stallion cock into her slender consistency, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her garden angelica body opening up to have him in a way that no human virgin could and the annoyance almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh flimflam from the brutal incursion and the immense mass inside her. The sensation of his monstrous humanness stuffing her to the gunpoint where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her wildest fantasies and nightmares. The approximation of experiencing this as a man panic-struck and confounded Rosemary as she struggled to rest and stay calm air.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her wound snatch. Upon its near removal, rakehell from her pulverized hymen trickled out from between the spread lips, running down her smooth belly, between her hanging knocker, up her throat, and reddened her rima oris like lipstick. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy servant, taking not bad amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this location before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the grease monkey of fucking her, but with the help of this backside to bear her still, he was fucking her like a machine in seconds. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human barrow ; instead, she just had her brass buried in the crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her low-toned consistence against his dick. The dominating cross had a grinning on his face and was licking his lips as he listened to Rosmarinus officinalis's weeping groan of happiness and watched as his powerful thrusts sent rippling through her blench naked body. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the rear with the vertebral column of his helping hand, jiggling the diffuse flesh and making Rosemary cry out as a heavy red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the speech sound of his hand against the soft bare figure of her fast ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cries of painful euphoria were like music to his ears, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his buns, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her blazonry back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her wrist joint and his tail around her throat. With Rosemary's legs wrapped around his trunk and her lachrymose muzzle and cries of felicity cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage floozy. He had her branch held back and had his behind wrapped around her neck opening with the perfect degree of tightness, meaning that she was basically held in a sex cut and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her succeeding orgasm.
"Do you desire me to have you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please establish me cum, Master ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his cock deep inside her.

Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top upper, making her whole suspended body shake off wildly as he rammed her to the period that it was a miracle that she didn't starting signal bleeding. Rosemary's oculus were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her saintly phonation bouncing off the rampart of the church.

"OH skipper !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet climax, spraying the floor and Baltoh's ramification with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down on her fundament and then pushed her over to the pulpit. With Rosemary bent over the podium, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass face. He tightened his nates 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 head, desperate to get her anus slammed like genus Selene and Molly's. Spreading her ramification and forcing her head down against the bible on the soapbox, Baltoh readied the drumhead of his tool against her anus, instantly feeling the band expand and open up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosmarinus officinalis's scream echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his stopcock into her mingy little arsehole with a exclusive shove of brutal enduringness. Ignoring her painful cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic tone and the wonderful feeling of her smashed rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the attendant wet skin, Baltoh took his lifelike tread, pumping into her with long, deep slash and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and Forth River like a peckerwood, rocking the podium wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for dear sprightliness and moaning as she looked around the Christian church. The colored shabu windows of the saints and Angel and the run-in of pew for hoi polloi who attended the mansion of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and judgment as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with disgrace and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her mind hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry concubine, but the relaxation of her mind was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her degradation was gratifying in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his leash, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a dearest of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his extremity stuffing her son of a bitch so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her caput and released a thick moan of ecstasy, with her part shaking with her body from the rapid pounding of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his behind around her cervix, exposing her jiggling chest so that he could smack them arduous with his palm, making her purr from the sting of the sensitive mounds. He also kissed her, licking the blood of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her principal back down and pulled out of her bunghole. She groaned as he entered his kitty, just like he had with Selene and molly, but in this type, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his thrusts, violating her muliebrity as he kept her look pressed against the Holy Holy Writ, both to humiliate her and spitting in the face of God as he bent the beautiful garden angelica to his will.

Finally, the podium fell out from under Rosmarinus officinalis and she collapsed to her knees with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with rosemary on all Little Joe and his hands around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant jackhammer. For various arcminute, 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 opening with her succus. However, as sentence passed, Baltoh could eventually finger his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his rump around her throat. Disappointed, rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clit."Please hold open fucking me, original. I want your dick inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his cock in his deal. Grabbing her tomentum, he smeared the oil of her ass across her nerve with his putz as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to manipulate his tail behind her, causing two section to crouch back over each other and crook into a pair of double over spiral.

With perfect aim and unstoppable military capability, he forced the two twisted portions of his tail into her ass and kitty, fucking all three of her opening at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle lusus naturae. With Baltoh's cock grinding against the rear of her throat and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of fuck machines, rosemary's eyes rolled back into her head and she nearly became limp, giving into the indefinable pleasure flooding every character of her being as she was violated like a lady of pleasure at a fraternity party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic roar as an eruption of cum sprayed from the heading of his cock, coursing down her throat, filling her paunch, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his turncock out of her mouth and his tail out of her pussy and mother fucker. Rosemary collapsed on the trading floor, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, well-chosen and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your heart and your loyalty ?"

"Yes master key,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a routine with you."

Then, in contrast to the brutal BDSM piece of tail he had just given her, he lifted her chin and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, rosemary is on circuit card,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel elbow room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a warm spell ), both naked after having made love just a short while ago. Just minutes before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New House of York to go up to Earth in order to bathe, as was habitual after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need details,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously perverted slut and a completely slavish masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and molly. Not to remark she is a sober squirt gun, she sprays like a weewee fountain."

Selene perked up with astonishment and amusement."Really ? Well after my first-class honours degree piddling taste of supremacy with mollie, I have to accommodate that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a turn with her after I gave her time to mend. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive impulse of free energy rocked the urban center to its core, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and heavy with ominous power and it felt like somberness itself was being magnified. Baltoh's eyes widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This power was touch to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a handful of informant for such an tyrannous aura, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Hope pharos Summoning ! Angel Art : blush wine Window Shield Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

Four Hope beacon light began to rise from the priming, each at the very edge of the metropolis. It was the maximum number of the crosses that could be summoned in any given place and sentence. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose windowpane of yellow and violet deoxyephedrine appeared, casting an prototype of itself down upon the city with the light passing through it. With the help of the four crosses, its diameter was expanded to cover all of New House of York and its power was great enough so that not even an United States Army of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"genus Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to Hell, we've finally gotten so ending that the most powerful daimon can slip through. These are the true monsters of the shadowy depths, the foeman that have brought me nearly to the verge of death,"he cursed as the strength of the suffocating drape of energy increased in weight.

"time lag, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mount. Their power levels are equal, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have minutes before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the inferno is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the early archangel on the roof of a building. There were twenty other Angelica Archangelica in tot, as well as a few Angels, including Selene.

"One of the overlord of Torture has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the austereness of the situation.

"What are Masters of agony and Titans ?"genus Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next point of Demons, well beyond Archangels,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the other Angels asked.

Baltoh took a deep breath."As you know Demons have been summoned to terra firma in the past—as it is the only way for them to cross between dimensions and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too practically of a terror, they have been known to reach full durability and induce raw calamity like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and plagues. overlord of agony and heavyweight are far too powerful to be summoned, the stack of their energy is too bang-up and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between Masters of Torture and Titans and Demons is how they are born. colossus are born through turgid numbers of Demons managing to flux together into one massive beast, just like Sinners join together to metamorphose into Bleaks. Depending on how well the process goes, they can keep their intelligence and continue to use Demon Art, or lose their creative thinker and become raging beasts, often used as steeds for the passkey of Torture. lord of distortion are born more similarly to regular daemon ; however, instead of being born from the hate of hell occupier that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the corpse of slain Demons.

Just like with the prisoner that eventually crumble away to ash, the remains of killed monster hitch and fester, becoming more and more concentrated and focused. After a piece, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's existence is compacted and processed to its purest form, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This glum poison eventually joins up with others and forms a master of twisting. Even I have to fight for my life when I encounter them."

The verbal description of two foeman that they about to fought reinforced the rigour of the situation, with dread crushing everyone with the same weight as the dark vitality that filled the air. Before the conversation could stay on, there was a deafening crash and the all city shook violently, causing several buildings to tumble and lessen apart like theater of cards. Red cracking flitted through the rose window hologram cast upon the urban center as the force-out of darkness below crashed against it like a risky bull against the logic gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the hoi polloi been evacuated to the outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. well-nigh belike, our enemy will come up through the middle of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another clangor that sent more cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of Torture, and the respite of you fight the colossus. Selene, I want you and all the former backer to stay out of this engagement and defend the humans in case any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third gear crash rang out as the shield broke. In the center of the city, twelve city mental block suddenly sank into the ground and the four Bob Hope lighthouse in the quoin shattered like vessel. A deluge of Hellfire roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, seeable only from its shadow. Hovering above the city, the animate being released a deafening yowl and the geyser of red region died down, allowing everyone to face upon the creature.

The beast was a wing two-headed dog with a ten tails, prominent than its body when joined to together and each one far longer, and an iron collar on each cervix. Its black scraggly fuzz was matted with blood, its red eyes glowed like hazard light source, both heads had rhino-like horns on the bridge circuit of their noses, two duet of bull-like trump protruded from behind its ears, its farsighted scraggy fangs poked out past its jowls and glistened with acidic saliva, its claws looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its paws, and its oxford-gray annex were webbed with spindly bones and were missing well-nigh of the surface tissue layer, but the fauna was still able to fly. If it curled up its organic structure, it would still dwarf the universe's largest sports stadium.

Standing on the Titan's back, holding a chain that led to its branding iron apprehension, was a devil. The entity was garbed in black armor with a pair of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a span of gazelle-like horns made entirely of vestige flaming, a tail lined with spike heel, a yoke of large gauntlets on his arms instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The superior Of distortion held out his helping hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon bone, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the demon pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fight,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in provision and summoned his sword.

As the Angelica Archangelica departed to face up the titan once the battle started, Selene gave him a kiss laced with vexation but also filled with attendant love."Don't let him get to you, he's nothing. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, recollect ?"She whispered, gaining a small smile.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her backrest."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how unsafe you are in your prime,"she said once last time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of anguish as he spread his wing, preparing to pounce. With a across-the-board smile on his side, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a belligerent's position, brimming with confidence and excitement for the fight. Moving faster than a rush smoke, the daemon leapt from his climb and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the hit and the building 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 grin did not diminish.

"wellspring, well, well, it seems that we finally get to cope with. I am Amon, loss leader of forty infernal legions under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, loss leader of the force of Shangri-la under nobody,"the hybrid countered, pushing the Demon back with the ear-stinging scrape of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is time to see which is with child ; darkness or igniter !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his sword as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the power of both earth. This is not a motion of Inner Light vs. nighttime ; it is a doubtfulness of whether your hatred is greater than mine ! Now we fight with our aliveness on the line to prove who has the greater resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amen's slash.

Upon the collision of their steel, every window within a square mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impingement. Before Amon could save another spinning kick, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the ogre by the throat with his buns. With a mightily whiplash, he threw the demon straight down into the ground with decent strength to create a pool-sized Crater in the wreckage of the edifice that had been destroyed.

brand in script, Baltoh swooped down while casting the cleric Smite spell. Amon rolled to the slope, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the ground with sufficiency great power to slenderize nine square stoppage of the metropolis into a colossal Crater filled with the rubble of the buildings that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his claw fingerbreadth at the hybrid and launching a condensed jet of phantom push, as tumid as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the attack, wrapped in dope with half of his undershirt and shirt burned away."Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his extension at Amon and launching a volley of feathering, burning with white fire.

Wrapping himself in his wings, Amon tried to roll away but the bolts made their mug, puncturing his annexe over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain and got to his feet, ripping the feather out of his annexe and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal oculus could not catch him, Amon swung his sword in a aslant uppercut slash, but the hybrid blocked the attack, beginning a lightning ado of exchanging flak and auction block. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the spark being released by the colliding sword.

Spotting and orifice, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the inwardness with his steel. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of rip but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp capitulum and plunging them into Amon's thorax, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With rakehell dripping from Amen's helm, the two foe separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their hurt and instead just swinging their sword wildly at lightning speed, attacking and blocking each early a one C multiplication every second.

"ogre Art : Debt recovery !"Amen called, swerving back to ramble the spell.

Surging up from the ground, a dozen huge cadaverous hands reached out of portals to perdition towards Baltoh, almost like a crowd of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the Same target.

"holy man Art : final examination Penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like howitzer shield, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the bone and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's feathers, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the demon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from berm to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his human body with the gut bait near the end of the brand and the serrations that lined the bound.

With lineage spraying from the fissure carved across his dresser, Amon snarled and clapped his hands together with his blade between his palms."Demon Art : Incinerating hell !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden bonfire of hell on earth flames engulfed him. The black pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"demon Art : Undead Rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two scrapper were both wrapped in pitch-dark glory as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their bodies in meter to shut away turf. The instant their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the side, sending the fiend plummeting out of the sky like a meteoroid and crashing through almost a kilometer of buildings as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"Demon Art : Monster slash !"Amun thundered, getting to his feet and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his blade, blocking an invisible crossbreed of ten razor-thin free energy blades. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the bring together good time breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally recover, his heart were pulled up by the sudden visual aspect of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an entire building in his bag. With a roar, Amon swung the construction down onto Baltoh like a sledgehammer, with the hybrid having less than a second to become nonphysical and flip through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the edifice, Amon slammed into him with apparition free energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amun shooting straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the thrown building shattered. Upon wallop, all the rubble of the building was thrown upwards into a huge mushroom-shaped cloud cloud of debris from the two champion hitting the ground.

In the stern of a smoky volcanic crater, Amun had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the side over and over again with his arms moving as blurs. With his face bloody and his despair climbing, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the shoulder with his derriere and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another assembly line of buildings like an indestructible missile.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his feet and clapping his manpower together.

From between his workforce, a paper-thin beam of gilt light shot Forth, taking the configuration of a huge blade that sliced through everything in its path. Slamming his sword into the flat coat, Amen brought himself to a stop as the blade approached, slicing straight through the building that he had just smashed through.

"daemon Art : Tombstone shell !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the knob of his sword.

A car-sized headstone outburst 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 strength it could not reveal. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and dangle his sword towards Amon's neck opening, hoping to decapitate him. The Demon managed to be given back enough to avoid a fatal strike, but Baltoh still managed to thresh about his throat, causing a fountain of inky blood to spray Forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a smoke through building after building. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in LE than a second gear. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their taloned index fingers at each other, the sharp talons just inches apart.

"Demon Art : Dark beat !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed boost to avoid the prodigious black ball of fire being launched from the twin heads of the Titan.

"angel Art : nimbus Discuss !"rosemary shouted, attacking the creature from behind while its aid was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her annulus, she drew a hanker concatenation of indistinguishable band of fortunate lighting and threw them at the beast. The band struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its powerful hide. With an irritate snarl, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tails, sending her crashing into a city bus with plenty durability to cleave it in one-half. Lying at the end of a long crater in the street, rosemary cursed and slowly got to her animal foot, just as she was encompassed by a massive darkness. Flapping her backstage desperately, she took flight and fled as the Titan tried to stump on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : Final penance !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a dozen orotund wooden crisscross fell out of the sky like projectile and slammed into the beast's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off balance. Furious, the Goliath turned to him with one of its caput and launched a house-sized ignominious powerhouse. The bang struck Raphael head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Creator Smite !"an Archangel with brusk blond pilus called, rocketing down towards the titan with her sword raised.

sensing her feeler, the titan raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive iniquity Pulse. The garden angelica blocked the flak with her sword, cutting through the beam of DOE and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her strength increased. The blast finally ended and the woman's sword was knocked to the side by the final bead of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her fire, the Titan reached up with its other head with lightning speed and stabbed her right in the gut with the horn on the bridgework of its nozzle. The force of the impact and the size of the cornet ripped her to pieces and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Angelica Archangelica by the gens of Remiel yelled through his long braided beard, mourning the loss of his comrade. The Archangel turned to the behemoth and clapped his hands together, spreading his wings to their utmost length."Angel Art : Incense Suffocation stamp !"

On his command, four pillars of stacked incense lanterns burst from the earth, forming a fencing of white lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four tower each began spewing thick cloud of incense dope, filling the space within the prison but going no boost. In seconds, the Titan was invisible, hidden within a cloud of fume. Over the sound of the dense vapor spraying out like water spurt, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its flesh like gaseous battery-acid and pressed on its eubstance from all position as if it were at the rear of the ocean.

"saint Art : Divinity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their finger at the Titan and firing ray of light of golden light as large as hummer. The beams struck the behemoth, causing it to snarl up in infliction and illuminating the smoke cloud.

"Keep shot ! We have to bolt down this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his vigour into his blast.

All of the Archangels were thrown back as the Titan released an world-shaking roar and was wrapped in phantom fire. The black blowup shattered the four column and pushed aside the Divinity ray of light as if they were mere ray of light of visible radiation. tempestuous at the injury they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two headway and snapped up a pair of Archangels, than knocked the balance back like a group of fly ball with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it potential that this thing is so knock-down ? !"Raffaello Santi cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a broken building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only when one who can face something like this !"rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes unseasonable ! We are Angelica Archangelica of Heaven, we do not need assist destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his bruised ego and his hemorrhage scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that Master of agony. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocated shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is rider,"Rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon remark that it was the spell he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in Hell. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and take them both out with one big blast. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really fallen this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his oculus and mulled over the decision, muttering torment to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redhead stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing go we have. Hopefully we can blockade it or slow it down enough for Baltoh to lure that Master of twisting over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. angel Art : promise beacon light Summoning !"Raffaello Santi shouted.

Four building around the Titan shattered as a group of Hope Beacons appeared in their place, giving all the Archangels four power boosts.

"Angel Art : final exam Crucifixion !"Rosmarinus officinalis called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the integral city, a monolithic hybridisation burst from the reason, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a phantasm over the Titan. Dozens of party whip, adorned with thorns and bits of wrick alloy, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the hybridizing while tearing at its frame. The beast howled in pain as its canine finger cymbals snapped and its heftiness tore so that its limbs could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the necks of the giant, a top of sticker formed and acted as another bind to the Cross. Finally, a building-sized spear leaf blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the teras's chest.

"Angel Art : rosary Restraints !"all the Archangels called as the Titan roared in pain and frustration.

From their beaded watchband, countless red concatenation shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the interbreeding while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the chains with all their long suit, the Angelica Archangelica pulled the cross out of the land and sent it falling back like a chopped tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"Angel Art : Final Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a dozen towering crosses began to fall down from the sky like turkey, slamming down into the behemoth each with the weight of a mountain. Throughout New House of York, buildings were thrown from their foundations by each devastating impact and clouds of detritus completely filled the air. The massive crosse had skewered the creature like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"Angel Art : Incense suffocation sealing wax !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the spell, four companion towers of sonsy incense lanterns burst from the ground around the animate being and began spewing forth their locoweed, which crushed the colossus like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to catch their breathing time, the massive puppet unleashed a roar as low and deep as the beating of war drums and its consistency began to burn off with black flaming, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their power enhanced with four Hope beacon light, the Archangels still could not keep the beast or its gargantuan energy restrained.

"Quick ! Start hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the enchantment ! Rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching deadbolt of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a waste wasteland, their feet buried under the powdered rubble of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a third of New York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamic battle, much of the wipeout being the consequence of them both smashing each other over the head with full buildings like a brace of cartoon characters. Both fighter were caked with descent and panting heavily, having each received multitudinous injuries that would birth meant the death of any regular Demon or archangel. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their Department of Energy, but the injuries, both fighting through and healing them. In the struggle, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amen in the face, sending the Master of torture staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the ogre and continued punching him with all of his effectiveness. Struggling to persist on his infantry, Amon could do cipher as his case was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his nose and cracking different arena of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the ground beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his tending away from Amon and to instead fix his Libra the Scales. 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 mightily recoil to the center of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the Demon's rump with all of his ribs broken and blood cyclosis from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his ft, Baltoh materialized his steel and tried to disregard the severity of trauma while they mended themselves.

‘ darn it, this is why I make certain never to oppose these cat for extended close-range fight. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each other down. At this charge per unit, we'll just kill each other or reach a stalemate in which neither of us can move and the fate of the battle and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can slay that Titan,'he thought to himself, blinking surd to straighten his fuzzy vision.

Forming his blade from black flames, 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 sword above his head and brought it down towards Baltoh's veracious incline, aiming for the veins between his shoulder joint and neck. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut swinging, and while Amon tried to tear his steel back for another attempt, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the blood spraying across the footing with a thick satisfying splat. Fueled by epinephrine and rage pumping through his veins like his inky rakehell, Amun pulled his sword back and countered with a stab to the provide side of Baltoh's chest, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to remain awake and on their feet, the two combatant locked sword once, twice, three times, with each collision sending showers of sparks as if the leaf blade were red-hot. On the fourth clash, Baltoh was able to direct his blade past Amon's and deliver a deep cut across the shoulder, then twist the blade and send it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, Amen roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his left eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in pain. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his sword from the side and cutting Baltoh's stomach open and leaving his innards dangling. With a unholy roar of choler, Baltoh raised his sword high above his head and struck Amon's left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the blade, Baltoh carved through the Demon's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him opened like a chainsaw. Amon's articulatio humeri and ribs were shattered by the brutal strike, the muscleman were all severed, the nervus cut, and the mineral vein spraying blood like fountains. Amen stepped back with his whole lead side from the waistline up barely clinging to the ease of his torso. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in one-half with a saw but started at the haywire spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to carry their consistence together and celebrate from falling apart.

"Master !"Rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The behemoth is still active !'

Baltoh switched his attending back to Amon as the overlord of agony pointed his claw finger at the oncoming Angelica Archangelica and launched a dark Pulse that was ten metre larger and more powerful than a even Demon or Bleak's. Even in the circumstance he was in, Amen was easily able-bodied to bring forth the energy required to belt down Rosmarinus officinalis like she was a fly. With the f number and diameter of the flak, it was obvious that Rosmarinus officinalis would not be capable to dodge.

"angel Art : Gates of Heaven ! daimon Art : Tombstone Shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his deal together.

The jumbo Dark Pulse was suddenly stopped as a gate of solid gold appeared before Rosemary with a pair of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the taproom. The blast struck the roadblock like an furious moose against a tree, stopping in its runway but making the barrier crack and warp under the atmospheric pressure. Rosmarinus officinalis was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the unmovable objective, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the spell stiff so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the eruption and pounced on him like a mountain king of beasts, digging his claws into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"holy man Art : concluding excruciation !"Rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her manus at Amon.

The marble-white mark burst from the ground behind Baltoh and the rabid monster was yanked off his backrest and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the crucifixion rite took situation, rosemary kept the while going, desperate to bound the injure but devilishly Master of Torture.

"Angel Art : Rosary simpleness ! Angel Art : feather Arrow ! backer Art : gloriole Shackles ! Angel Art : Incense suffocation sealing wax !"she bellowed, landing on the ground beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded irons launched from her rosary watchstrap and tied Amon to the hybrid like a straitjacket, eight-inch prospicient feather dead reckoning from her backstage and lodged themselves in Amon's flesh, further nailing him, and rings of golden Inner Light appeared around his ankle, wrist joint, and header, acting as one last bond to the wooden anatomical structure. Last but not least, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the crown of thorns and filled the place between them with dense smoke, crushing Amon like water and burning his lungs with blessed energy. In his vapour casket, Amon could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he pick out what was going on outside.

"master copy, are you ok ?"rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a smiling at the given honorific. Even while out of the sleeping accommodation, it appeared that she was still submissive and truehearted to him.

"I'll live, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to down him or that Titan and time is running out. Even in his stream State, Amon won't be held back every farsighted by those spell. 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 persuasiveness to use any of your craze blasts ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and residuum for a few moment, I might give enough baron for at to the lowest degree one shot, but it would take too long to bursting charge and fervency. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his invertebrate foot but falling back down.

Rosemary hesitated before speaking."passkey, I'll take aid of you. Just lie back and I'll heal your wounds and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the last part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely serve. And don't worry, I doubt I'll conclusion long."

"Angel Falls Art : Laying On of men,"Rosemary whispered, holding one delicate mitt over Baltoh's bare breast with Green River healing energy streaming from her palm. With her other hand, she unfastened his waistcloth and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size and strength at the attention.

With a coy look on her face, Rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her rima oris, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his wounds with both hands. Their time was running out and Amun would soon break free of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosmarinus officinalis was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every soft wet nook of her oral cavity, trying to palaver a orgasm as fast as possible. She squeezed the pecker with her clapper and cheeks, worked the head with her back talk, and completely slathered it with every free fall of saliva she could muster. While her straits bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the large member was massaged with enceinte sexual commitment. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his body with healing energy from her workforce, mending his wound and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his libertine orgasm, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosmarinus officinalis's back talk and throat, every fall of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and jerk and sucking out every in conclusion glob of his seed. His forcefulness restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tube, Baltoh pulled his gasp back up and secured his sash before jumping to his invertebrate foot with a happy yawn.

"Alright, I'm make. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his helping hand at Amon.

The Demon had made a lot of progress in his escape, as already the rosary restraint were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple places, the feather arrow had already been incinerated, the Halo bail had shattered, and the exasperate fastball in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be visible. The seals would only book for another bit at most.

"holy man Art : rosary Restraints ! Demon Art : night Shackles !"he shouted with a sure-footed smile.

Launching from the metal bands and beaded cords around his wrist, two dozen blacken bladed chains and rosary binds film forth and wrapped around Amon's prison house in entirety before tightening on the four incense pillars and crushing Amun's prison like a house of cards. The chains and rosary alliance continued to wrap around Amen and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's energy and forming a nearly dense SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the trapped Amun with him and raced over to where the remainder of the archangel were still fighting the Titan. The original sealing tour had long since been destroyed, so now the strength of promised land were desperately recasting them and attacking the brute with everything they had, tried to keep it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the middle of a Au and black balefire, caused by their DOE striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a hollering of courage, Baltoh swung the lariat of Hell chains and rosary bonds with Amon at the end like the mind of a battle flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with adequate strength to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily disenable the brute from the shear pain in the neck of the impact. Snapping the cords with his tail, Baltoh clapped his hired hand together to name the next piece."devil Art : Mausoleum prison !"he cast, harnessing the mogul of the nearby Hope Beacons to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbolization of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size of it that it could be seen from space rose up around the heavyweight and the Master of Torture, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his grinning growing.

At his mastery, almost a hundred monumental skeletal work force burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one great heave, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying unbent upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his body degree and his annexe out in front of him with his burning halo between the crest. He had to measure out this carefully, as he did not need any more lives to be lost. His halo began to gyrate, increasing in pep pill every bit up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

High up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amon on its back, holding its reins with his sword in hand. Both Demons released roars of frustration and bloodlust, quick to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"well it won't be by your hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his blast at wide strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level brightness of the ray of light fired. Upon its launched, the bang instantly began to inflate at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's calculation and placement, it would not touch either face of the pit around New York. By the prison term it reached Amon and his steed, the blast was already a tierce as orotund as the city and far too muscular to halt or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a freeway semi and did not slow down it down in the least as the blow continued to climb up upwards. Up on the surface of Earth, where the American English government had set up a command center around New York, sensors and instrumental role of all variety were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter shell rocked the surface area. Finally, with a diameter as expectant as New York itself, the blast guessing upwards from the shaft and passed right through the noodle of black weed due to the Angel energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the beam of light pellet into the sky with as very much DOE as a solar flair. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the beam shot up into blank space, the aura was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the threshold ritual was initiated.

The blast faded into the last few beading of vigour and Baltoh began to fall, drained of Department of Energy and with a smiling of victory on his face. 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 passion and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on dry land, as after a fight with a Master of torturing, Baltoh refused to do anything or utter to anyone until he had taken a shower and Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity pass her by. As he checked the ringlet on the door to make sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the shower, waiting for the piss 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 battle with the Master of anguish, the strength of Hell will probably hold off and bide their meter before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bathroom.

Standing in the doorway, he came to a dead stop and smiled. His eyes were fixed on Selene glistening with a aphrodisiac shine as the water ran down her naked body. Each drop on her delicious chocolate-shade skin glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sensual bender of her trunk. He could see her muscles relaxing under the heat of the water, her chest expanding with each deep breath, and the shivers of succour that passed through her flawless flesh as the hot wafture washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding threshold."Come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to catch for a little while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

Selene looked up into the nebulizer with her mouth open, as if the showerhead were his rooster and he was ejaculating onto her facial expression. The water system streamed across her case and through her longsighted silky hair, and as she rolled her headway from side of meat to side as if receiving a massage, her ventilation became heavy. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to keep his eyes fixed on genus Selene as she ran her hands across her trunk, touching herself gently. With each pass of her hands across her beautiful form, Baltoh's cock began to expand and he licked his mouth in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

Opening up a box of hotel easy lay, Selene dropped the small block into her hands and lathered her decoration with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own trace, she began squeezing and rubbing her heavy breasts, making them slippery with a coating of froth running across the gentle peel. As she massaged her bosom and traced the bar of liquid ecstasy around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully vertical hammer with a wide grin on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the chicken feed sieve and pressed her mammilla against the spyglass. Baltoh's breathing became large as he watched her rub her knocker against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving marks through the shininess of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glassful with her openhanded titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her consistence. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the goop across her curved body, lathering her ebony tree tegument with a layer of thin white froth. As her hands moved down her flat belly, she shifted her hips from side to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

Looking back over her shoulder, Selene turned around so her dorsum was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his sassing, Selene spread her branch and hang over, exposing her puss and asshole while she soaped up her long smooth legs. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her firm curvaceous ass, shaking in fervor as he stroked his cock. Moving her soapy hands up her ramification, genus Selene began lathering her ass impudence, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual power and wish to feel Baltoh's putz between them.

genus Selene then turned back into the cascade, letting the layer of soap wash away. While the sudsy water streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her body with her hands moving closer and closer to her kitty. At first she only ran her palms across her inner thigh, then she pulled her midway finger between the sonant plump lip, tickling the bright pink interior. After that number 1 touch, she began working her finger against the entrance, using the soapy water as lubricant. As her caressing became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the paries and began giving a soft whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom sink with his cock standing at full attending as Selene inserted her fingers into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feeling of the conciliate penetration. With the skill that only someone could have after yr of pleasuring her own consistency, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her legs, genus Selene grasped one of her bosom, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for various minutes, with Selene desperately trying to bring herself to culminate, but unable to hybridize that final threshold.

Her whole body shaking in the desire to feature an climax, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her lip around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jolt from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own bosom as if it were mollie's. Swirling her clapper around her erect mammilla with the hot water running down her hourglass body, genus Selene finally achieved her first orgasm and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breathing spell, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the grease from battle run off his body. With a sap smiling on her typeface, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his prospicient knife and wrapped it around her fingers like a Hydra, licking up her yummy perfume. The two points of the forked tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his spit from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into genus Selene's mouth, relishing the delicious taste. As their lips touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his medal across her trunk, wishing that he could use his fingers and better sense her. For ten min they continued to snog, wordlessly speaking their honey while the lavish sprayed their entwined trunk with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her cervix and collarbone while she purred at the tactual sensation of his brim against her exposed organic structure. Continuing down, he spent a smattering of min just massaging, licking, and sucking on her business firm breasts, ineffectual to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to act, running his rim and tongue across her belly before reaching the smooth mouth of her twat, already undefendable and awaiting further pleasure.

fostering her leg and squeezing her bosom, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his glossa, stimulating her clitoris with a master's skill. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her chest that jiggled with each gasping breather Selene took and the water that poured off her pointing mammilla and ran down her suave stomach. Shifting his arms, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulder joint so that he could get full access to her addictively yummy pussy. Holding onto his horns for darling biography, genus Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every sweet fleck in her puss, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

Deciding to serve her once again crossing that doorsill, Baltoh bent his tail back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his turn tail into her whoreson, needing a lot of force to work the blanket head of the biological sex toy into the tight ring. Selene released a screech of pure sexual euphoria as the sprain section of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the power point that she thought while she was going to burst, only to retract and then force itself back in. With Baltoh playing her snatch like a musical official document and fucking her asshole wildly with his tail, genus Selene was brought to her second coming in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his shadow from his shit and let Selene lick it like a spoon covered in cake batter.

"That was a neat trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood vessels and parting my empennage really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower, wearing out the aches.

"Well, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to line,"she said in between kisses while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the wall above their heads with their thenar touching and his finger's breadth dug into the roofing tile, providing him a good hold like when he fucked Molly on the hospital cap. Without using his hands ( but needing a little help from his nates ), he pressed the head of his manhood against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene belly laugh in felicity from the huge mass driving up into her gates of Shangri-la and stuffing her slender physical structure. Bucking his articulatio coxae, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making Selene groan from his cock slamming the farthest niche of her puss. With her wet titty jiggling against his bare breast, the two devotee made out under the hot spray of the shower. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's fastness only increased, with his ball sack throwing water with each poke like a sling.

"honey, my hands are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty dollar bill minutes.

"Yeah, my coat of arms are completely dead,"Baltoh replied with a small smile, making her laugh.

retention onto her with his poop so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his nipper out of the walls and released their hired man. Once their helping hand regained feeling aside from a moth-eaten prickling sensation, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the menstruation of hot pee, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy expression and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail and worked his peter back into her puss. With her leg raised and his hands on her hips, he began pumping her cunt with fast, deep strokes, bringing Selene back to her original level of ecstasy.

With her sass open and her oculus closed, Selene turned into the shower nebulizer and let the hot water run down her nerve while Baltoh fucked her like a car, ran kisses across her neck and shoulders, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his tool finally reached that everlasting spot in the astuteness of her incision, that place that his knife just couldn't work up another raw forcefulness to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet body of yours. Your puss feels absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all eternity if I could, just to always palpate it. I got to say, anal is just, but you really can't beat the well old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't have it away me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the Lapp to you,"he said, leaning forward to snog her.

Just as their lips touched, their shifting free weight caused them both to drop away on the wet shower bath storey, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their footing. genus Selene gave a tatty yip of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her breast to catch her and grabbed onto the wall below the shower head, tearing through the tiles with simplicity 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 flooring and swept aside the bit of tile.

"well my tenderness feeling like it's going to break my ribs and I have some plaster and ceramic in my hair, but other than that, I'm fine."

"trade good, because I don't think we should stand anymore."

"well I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you figure out without standing ?"she purred while on her hands and human knee.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the back of her ear."I'm sure I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his hand to her hips and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the head in her. In a unity shove, he forced his cock back into her with so much power that genus Selene gave a understood screeching. Keeping his cargo deck on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the read/write head of a woodpecker, fucking Selene with all his intensity and reaching the farthest head of her consistency with his manhood. With Selene feeling too respectable to even take a crap a sound, the noise calling out over the sibilation of the shower bath was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her round arse end jiggle and shake. Baltoh had a smile on his typeface and was licking his lips as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheeks and her breasts swing every time he forced his cock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"genus Selene shrieked after fifteen mo of the inhuman pounding. In the aftermath of her climax, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull up his cock out of her yaw pussy.

Panting heavily, he sat back against the wall of the shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires Sir Thomas More energy, fighting professional of Torture or trying to satisfy your nympho appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her hand around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not funfair that you didn't get to cum. See, your pecker still has quite a little of effectiveness left hand. Don't worry, infant ; I'll take care of you. You said anal can't beat the good old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her rose hip and guided his prick to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the tight annulus and Selene whimpered in pleasure at the belief of the insight. She slowly lowered herself down, working his entire putz in between her business firm ass buttock. Gripping his shoulder, she began raising her blue soundbox and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to handle the immense pile. Baltoh put his script on her shapely posterior 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 body, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the feeling of the soft wet interior of her shit around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten transactions before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his shaft and instead straddled it, gyrating her hips and swirling it around in her soundbox so that it felt every quoin. Finally, Baltoh gave a Demonic growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's insides to the item where she felt like she was going to start coughing it up. The pressure was so impressive that genus Selene's eubstance began to shake as it tried to address it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the semen and toothsome taste of her ass while his seed poured out of her back door. Baltoh was struggling to keep his middle open, he was so tired and the hot water and the feeling of Selene hungrily siphoning every drop of sperm from his cock wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to total watchfulness as he felt a sudden flare of get-up-and-go nearby ; an garden angelica had just entered the bedroom.

"Master ?"he heard rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his invertebrate foot and Selene turned off the pee.

Rosemary entered the can just as Baltoh and genus Selene stepped out of the exhibitioner, and a hungry expression immediately filled her eyes and lined her moderately case. Shaking her head from incline to side, she got down on one knee joint and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosemary's eyes met Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the shower with a very coy smile on her face, one that instantly made Rosemary wet.

"Rosmarinus officinalis,"Baltoh said, snapping her dorsum to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really need to come see."

"Damn it, there is no way the city could have reached Hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the sleeping accommodation to find his clothes. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy grinning. They were silent for a couple seconds, just staring at each other with Rosmarinus officinalis ineffective to stay fresh her eyes from wandering up Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"genus Selene asked with a teasing grin.

Rosemary jerked at the question and was unable to reply. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't vexation babe, you'll get a much more… intimate… look later,"she whispered seductively while running her deal across Rosmarinus officinalis's buttock and walking past her, leaving the Angelica Archangelica sputtering from her rush of arousal.

As Selene walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her perfect ass, which was swinging from side to side with each step like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the meat of New House of York, where all of the Archangels were gathered and combining their top executive to cast a repairing barrier around the metropolis. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue luminousness was passing between the buildings like a overflow. The island of Harlan Stone was rumbling so violently that streets and building and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with vast fissures shooting through the metropolis and opening up expectant chap that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Scheol 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 lighting replacing the carmine hue on the face of the building. His eyes came to a block when he saw the lowest edifice between him and the horizon, seeing that the Harlan Fiske Stone barb that the city had carved into the planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the urban center was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue twinkle like the Aurora Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of Hellfire and continued to kick upstairs above the metropolis, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the core of the planet, but instead of sitting in a molten moonlight of atomic number 26, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the Null Void between world. They had reached the halfway point between Earth and inferno, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of Hellfire continued to burn off around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the bottom of the calamus finally rose up over the tallest skyscrapers, a cloud of dim drear Inner Light swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the dig with a earn dark sky, fully severing New House of York from worldly concern like piss flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the urban center like bit of ash, human souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their demise and wrapped in a pale aura, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. succeeding stop : Hell."



"We are in serious, severe trouble,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As common after a battle, he was gathered with the garden angelica, the chief of police, the city manager, and several other human and Angel representatives in metropolis Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that sea captain of distortion and colossus or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to take 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 world of the support and Hell, any day now the shaft of gem around the city from the Earth's mantel will disappear and this urban center will linger in the null vacuum between proportion. Until the opening move of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nothing to stop Tenebrous from sending every Master of Torture and behemoth at us. He doesn't even have to consecrate the order ; they may just lash out on their own."

"I'm not indisputable we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every monster, Gargoyle, and Sinner at us, but after what happened to the last Master of anguish and behemoth, I doubt he will be uncoerced to station anymore of his most worthful forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one matter we have that can quit them. Unless they can somehow make some indestructible barrier that not even you can disclose, he won't risk throwing his most powerful following against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal stamina and powerfulness as a Master 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 level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand fight, but you can suddenly pass over them out with vitality to part with ? Baltoh, we need to lie with Thomas More about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the rampart.

Baltoh gave another sigh."The blast has no public figure because it uses neither Archangel nor ogre muscularity. It is powered solely by the rage and anger within my heart, and I unleash that anger in a raw explosion of power. Its power is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the genuine Department of Energy within my body, which is why the big businessman of the good time and my own power are so far apart. I use my annexe to canalise my passion to my halo, which I use as a release point. Other than that, there is nothing else to it."

"draftsmanship DOE from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, tell me about the progress being made in paradise. What info has been found about the Throne of Cinereo ?"

"goose egg, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is aught but a profane urban caption dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a single mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in paradise hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growling of foiling 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 Rosemary and shifted his gaze to the room access, giving her a nonverbal bid. Rosemary gave a small-scale nod of respect and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to proceed discussing the logistics and obstruction in their track. In the dark hallway on the powerless urban center hallway, Rosmarinus officinalis confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to stop in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that blast fired five times over the finally two weeks, and yet only now do you resolve to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not wrench to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that nothing had been found about the Throne of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a book from before the demise of Christ."

"What did you find ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this universe split into two different relative frequency and forms after its birth : the light source of nirvana and the darkness of Scheol. It said that the only way to recreate the vigor of Cinereo is to merge the effect of trace and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally turn to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosemary, the start in existence. I know this can of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a incumbrance of Irish bull, but if there is the tiniest chance that it Is existent, then Baltoh has the greatest chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute end people I would need to consume the powers of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither darkness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's wrong. I think his emotions allow him to bond Christ Within and darkness together to create that neon eruption. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either one-half of his Energy, but of those two one-half fusing together into a unanimous new chassis of raw index !

He's already on his way to achieving the potty of Cinereo if it exists and I can not give up mortal like him to get might like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm more afraid of him than anything else in the cosmos, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my daughter, my perfective fiddling spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, superior ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of form. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to narrate the truth. As a reward, come up to the bedroom tomorrow nighttime, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the actualisation that the metropolis was halfway to netherworld did not call down esprit de corps ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone feel Thomas More hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic rotating shaft, the citizens of New York could at least tell themselves that they still had major planet Earth around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still invite help and reinforcer from Shangri-la, but from this level forward, they were completely on their own and away from home, like a space shuttle that could no longer see or reach Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, mollie pressed against his leftfield side and Selene against his right. All three were naked, with Baltoh's sassing bound to Selene's as their tongues danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his chest and stroked his hard-on. After half a hour, Selene and molly switched use, with Baltoh kissing molly and genus Selene stroking his hawkshaw. A soft tap on the doorway soon interrupted the swirling of their back talk.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"Molly swore, raging at her sass being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The intercrossed merely smiled and stood up, walking to the door with his long whip-like seat swishing from face to side. While Baltoh answered the threshold, genus Selene and mollie began to French kiss, with their naked bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the speech sound of the creaking threshold, both woman turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired making love of bondage and submission, Rosemary, the proud and brawny garden angelica, came crawling in on all quaternary without any apparel on. Her panty had been tied around her grimace as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his rump wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a tierce. In her judgement, Rosmarinus officinalis was glad than almost any early clock time in her living, and her slit was already wet from prevision. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't plosive speech sound licking her smiling lips through her gag in arousal. Just the impression of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous cleaning lady 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 hard worker and they are your Mistresses, so obey their every command,"he said, making rosemary tremble in foreplay at the mental bliss of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and Molly, who were both smiling and shivering in excitement at being capable to meet with her like a new toy."You girls have fun, I'm going to follow for a piddling while,"he said, releasing his butt from her throat and taking a bum in a chairwoman by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all quartet, 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. Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either side of Rosemary and began exploring her naked body with their men, teasingly rubbing her soft cutis with their palm and digit. rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. Selene and mollie leaned back and smiled, watching Rosmarinus officinalis's hand ball into fist from sexual defeat and anticipation. She was an inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

Leaning forward, Selene ran her tongue across Rosemary's gentle back talk while molly began rubbing her hand against her kitty-cat with her thumb pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the sensual touch, even leaning back to try and get Molly to go into her. Finally, her prayers were answered as molly began working her thumb in her asshole like a minor dildo and spitting on the gang, using her spittle as lubricating substance in Rosemary's tight anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosmarinus officinalis's step-in from her oral cavity, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her peg spread, putting her wet pussy on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to lap up my pussycat ?"she whispered, touching the pink Interior Department sass and then holding out her index and fingerbreadth in front of rosemary's face, glistening with her oil. Before responding, Rosemary shivered in ecstasy as mollie doubled her efforts with her thumb, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her lower back and smooth hind end end with lewd kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her tongue between Selene's fingerbreadth, as if practicing to search the lips between her stage. The second the tasteless fluid touched her knife, a tremor of bliss ran through her body from the sexual realisation and symbolism of the taboo act.

"What do you want ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to thrash your puss. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her prayer beads bead wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to relieve the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her hands, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With Molly now working her thumb in Rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the Archangel leaned down and kissed the sassing of genus Selene's pussy like a religious artifact. Selene gave a soft release of breather in pleasance, enjoying a strange and new sense of control over her superior.

"That's right, solve it good,"she said, almost with a cardinal growling as she laid her hand on the top of rosemary's psyche and gently pushed down.

5 human foot away, Baltoh was watching with a grinning and an erection hard and strong enough to hit a baseball. The shot before him was driving him wild with sexual hunger and turmoil : the pealing of genus Selene's tongue across her mouth as she shifted her head from side to side in bliss, the whimper of pleasure being given off my rosemary as she feasted on another adult female's slit for the first gear fourth dimension in her life, and the paradigm of molly's head buried between Rosmarinus officinalis's precious ass cheeks as she worked her glossa back and forth in her anus.

Rolling over, Molly lied down on her back and moved her head between rosemary's legs. Raising her oral sex, she flicked her glossa around velvet opening of rosemary's cunt, sending shivers of happiness through her pale au naturel body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's slit and working her finger in her anus. Often, she would pluck out her fingers and lap them succulently before reinserting them.

"seminal fluid up here and leave me a kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes schoolmarm,"she replied with a hungry smiling. Before making her way up to genus Selene's lip, rosemary began kissing her body first.

Deciding to exercise the prevalent role that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her haircloth and raised her head."Did I say you could rival me ?"

In the scope, mollie's failed attempts at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No schoolmarm,"she panted, feeling a euphoric denseness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to have to penalise you ?"

"Yes kept woman, please punish me."

mollie and genus Selene switched places with Rosmarinus officinalis staying on her deal and knees. Molly against the headboard with an malign smile on her human face and Selene sat behind rosemary, running her mitt across the woman's soft prat end. In his chairperson, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his chela in anticipation. Swinging her hired hand, Selene smacked Rosmarinus officinalis's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalize me, Mistress !"she yelped as a faint red welt appeared on her adolescent rump end.

Molly's thighs shook as she resisted the urge to clamp her pegleg together against the warm ticklish shiver at the phone of rosemary's happy cry. The contort smell of pleasance and painfulness in her sweet font was driving her wild with gamey desires. Selene ran her tongue across her palm and fingers as if licking off a pleasant-tasting taste, and then with her hand wet, she smacked Rosmarinus officinalis's other ass impudence, leaving a interchangeable welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the archangel.

For a few min, Baltoh and Molly watched intently as Selene punished mollie, spanking her over and over again while the subservient sex-slave moaned in joy. By the time she was done, rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her branch, drop by drop.

"Have you learned your moral ?"Selene asked, swinging her hand to ease the aching bunko in the nerve endings. Rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a angelic smile, Selene ran her hand across Rosemary's ass, up her back, and then lifted Rosmarinus officinalis's chin so that she was looking up at the ebony goddess with an innocent look on her face.

"Aw, dessert sister. Here, let mama make everything better,"genus Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left cheek. The lenient sweetly pinch was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to Rosemary, and she licked her lip from the carnal taste it put in her mouth.

"There's a good girl. Now, show me what you learned and embark on kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

molly smiled and licked her sassing with her legs spread and a hungry ‘ come hither'spirit in her eyes. Making sure not to pertain her, Rosemary crawled over to molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired saint ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm titty. Lowering her brass, Rosmarinus officinalis gently brushed her lips against Molly's, relishing the experimental contact and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"mollie whispered as she blew on rosemary's lips.

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her tongue between Molly's soft lips. Molly answered this data-based probing by slipping her own tongue into the Angelica Archangelica's wet oral cavity, licking every corner and inviting Rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a matter of seconds, they were French kissing like a pair of porn stars on ecstasy. Their tongues were wrapped around each early and every fall of saliva in their backtalk was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breasts as she watched them.

After a minute of arc of gazing upon their make-out session, genus Selene lied down beside molly and joined in, with all three women holding their faces against each other as their lips and tongues flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, Molly and genus Selene began fingering each other while rosemary worked her fingers between her own leg. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his modest lip as he felt pre-cum starting time to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to figure out my pussy ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

rosemary nodded and turned around on top of Molly, getting into the 69-position. As Rosemary began going down on Molly, molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the gratifying clapping sound and watching as the ripples traveled through her body. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her point, inviting her to try Rosemary's grab. Selene smiled and kissed her friend, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's slit and asshole, succulently working her tongue in the delicious orifices. While Rosemary ate out Molly and Selene ate out Rosmarinus officinalis, Molly contended herself with just laying her head back and relishing the walking on air, while she reached out massage genus Selene's arse with her middle fingerbreadth, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a astray grin as Rosmarinus officinalis's hums and lenient moans of delight began to make a higher and louder whole step. Selene and Molly were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smiling grew extensive and wider as Rosmarinus officinalis's moans signaled the coming like the beeping timer of a bomb calorimeter about to go off. Finally, she gave a muffled shrieking of blissfulness into Molly's twat, as from her own, a vast dab of discharge orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and chests of Selene and Molly. They both jerked back, middle all-inclusive with a look on their faces like a pair of cats playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a grin, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of Molly's tit, hungrily sucking on mollie's pap and making her devotee purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the same to her.

Desperate for more, Selene began working her fingers quickly in rosemary's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the coming before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her second, completely soaking Selene and mollie in another atomiser of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the succus into her skin like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. Rosemary, roll over."

Rosemary did as she was told and Molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upper side down with her neck bent and her butt in the air. genus Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her face, the Angelica Archangelica loving the tactile sensation of Selene's full firm ass cheeks smothering her. Her hungry scream increased in intensity as Molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their persistence and science, the two Angels brought Rosmarinus officinalis to a third orgasm in record time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between rosemary's lip, letting the fluid soak the two of them. rosemary held her mouth open with her knife out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her face, thorax and stomach. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the sprayer soaked her like a shower, oiling her physical structure in the woman's orgasmic succus. genus Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's minuscule breasts, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, Molly rubbed Rosemary's puss with her manus, almost cupping the juice before rubbing them on her own body and giving her silky pulp as brilliant shine. With their raw bodies slippery and oiled, the three womanhood began rubbing against each early like seals while kissing, fingering, and groping each former in crazy luxuria. Molly and Rosemary were lying on either side of genus Selene, each with one of her tit in their suckle sassing while they each worked their digit in her welcoming bit. Watching them, Baltoh could not lay off pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his cock. He could no longer take it ; he needed to palpate them.

With his rooster standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three women were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked body wet with the new girl's juices like consistence oil. Rosemary and mollie each used their fingers to circularise genus Selene's pussy rim and invite him, with all three woman lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and locked sassing with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the lone fair sex there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so open and volition for the insight, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's loud gasp escaped through their joined sass and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep cerebrovascular accident. While genus Selene was fucked, Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis continued lustfully sucking on her tit and slathering her melon breasts with their spit, while they reached across her apartment belly and began fingering each early. As he picked up speeding, genus Selene was unable to observe their kiss and laid her mind back as she panted and moaned. For the adjacent several minutes, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his lips up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her delicate kin.

Before too farsighted, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a go and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her champion's face with her liberal breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering Molly in a single confident drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like intensity, sending riffle through her hourglass organic structure and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass cheeks against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such superpower that she could not breathe, Molly 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 heart filled with desire, yearning to again find a woman's tongue between the backtalk of her kitty-cat. mollie hungrily obliged, burying her boldness between Rosmarinus officinalis's slim second joint and imbibing in her juice as if dying from dehydration. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked Molly's ass and fucked Selene with his rump, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosemary in that church.

When he finally decided to pull out of Molly, rosemary was quick to grovel over to him and begin sucking him off, eager to exploit any opportunity to both mouthful the blonde mantrap's succus and have his peter in her mouth. Once she had licked him clean and jerk, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start riding him, while pulling her over with his derriere around her throat. rosemary gave a soft whine of happiness at the mental spirit of his bureau weighing down on her. The top executive in his part and the tightness of his fag end around her diffused throat was so oppressive, she even felt fear towards him, and that fear drove her wild with stimulation. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the smallest of moans as she lowered her bantam body onto his cock.

Her Thomas Young frame shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty projectile while he kept his bottom around her throat like a three. She was leaned back, lifting only her lower body as she fucked him. Helping her ride his pecker, he wrapped his tail around her chest of drawers and shoulder joint like a harness, using his muscles in the tentacle-like extremity to advance her and drop her onto it, impaling her with his cock. While she rode him, Selene and molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet perky breasts.

With his muscular round, he quickly drew another spray from ‘ Old fold ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her delight. Blinking to exonerate his eye of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and mollie crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved rosemary onto his face, sucking on her delicate wet inside while Selene mounted him. With her book binding to him on all fours, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's stopcock into her ass.

Lifting her physical structure, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's cock as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that meter doing Pilates. With her boob bouncing like stave punching bagful, Selene's deep grunts from the pulverization of her mother fucker by Baltoh's pecker were mix in with blissful groan as mollie began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her pussy. The third base form of pleasure came from Rosemary. With Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck and articulatio humeri, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her firstly climax and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his rooster. As Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosemary from his tooshie, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. Rosmarinus officinalis quickly moved off his now wet aspect, tidal bore to appease her Master and satisfy her fancy woman. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all fours with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry aspect on her face. Spreading her ass cheeks with one deal and hefting with manhood with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his stallion hammer in her shapely ass.

With her anus relaxation every second to accommodate his bulging gumshoe, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without pause. molly's whole dead body shook with each abstruse thrust and she was giving an unintentional gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthest corners of her anatomical sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While Molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching Rosemary the art of scissoring. The two fair sex were grinding their cunt together and moaning at the kinky touch of their balmy lips making out like a pair of lovers.

With all the movement the four orgy members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the decimal point of crash. Throughout the frame, screws and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden man were separating. As the grouping continued moving harder and faster, the totally physical body became as loose and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three women turned to him like guy hearing the opening of a can of food, and like cats hearing the possible action of a can of food, they all wanted to satiate their backtalk. Molly was the profligate, quickly turning around and claiming his peter with her lips and tongue. But in all blondness, she deserved it.

Once molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail around her articulatio talocruralis and lifted her leg, granting him accession to her anus. While the position made it difficult, he was capable to enter her and start out taking a wearisome yet steady rate of penetration and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few secondment to get used to the billet before he took his usual machinegun regular recurrence, hammering her ass with almost roughshod speed. Rosmarinus officinalis's moans where barely hearable as Molly crouched over her with their lips locked and lingua dancing. At the end of the Sir Ernst Boris Chain, Selene was working her finger in molly's arsehole, increasing the number as the minute of arc ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your whole hired man in my ass,"Molly groaned as Selene managed to work four fingers in up to the knuckles.

genus Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingers, licking them clean of Molly's wetness while her prick sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her finger's breadth, adding her thumb. Molly's breathing became arduous and she groaned as she tried to take over her lover's hand. 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 handwriting and again licked it clean. Contracting her face, she spat out a vauntingly chunk of spit into her fingers and then smeared around the ingress the Interior Department, making molly hum in kinky euphoria. genus Selene reinserted her bridge player, this clock time closing it into a fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the sizing and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, Baltoh couldn't help but lookout in amazement as Selene fisted her ally, working her deal in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the inscrutable street corner of molly's asshole, with molly on her mitt and knees and yelping in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Master, I'm about to cum again !"Rosmarinus officinalis whined, regaining Baltoh's care and giving him an absolutely filthy idea.

"Do it in Molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

Molly smiled and lowered her head down so that her cocksucker was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her whole body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal pound, rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to mollie. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over berth, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against Molly's gaping asshole. Selene was lying with her head between Molly's thigh with her mouth open, waiting to overtake any drops that came her way. Her jet black torso shook with each powerful thrust Baltoh made into her kitty-cat, fucking her with all his strength and loving the touch of her warm soft interior. rosemary was biting her lip and giving a pipe up whine as she fingered her dent furiously, trying to satisfy everyone and institute Forth another spray.

The chemical group's patience was rewarded once Rosemary had her orgasm, pairing it with a infantile shrieking of happiness as a splash of climactic succus sprayed from between the flower petal back talk of her snap like the popping of a body of water balloon. Selene laughed as myriad drop curtain landed on her expression and in her mouth and Molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her pussy juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the aphrodisiac thing that has ever happened to me,"molly whispered, trying to hold back from spilling any.

"Just wait,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his putz into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids deep into her eubstance and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from rosemary as lubricator to propel through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough seas, Rosmarinus officinalis stood beside him, running her hand across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. John L. H. Down below, genus Selene was hungrily licking molly's snatch and drinking the juices that were trickling from her prick. To the marvelous music of her coming, Baltoh fucked mollie for ten straightforward transactions without slowing down or stopping to catch his breath. Once he pulled out of her, Rosmarinus officinalis was agile to lick her asshole clean and Selene took his cock in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto. As rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another sexual climax and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her sassing with a smile on her side and rubbed it into her skin.

prehension Baltoh's helping hand, genus Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the spear of his turncock while she chewed on her lip in expectation and gripped his articulatio humeri. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the soft wet sass and get in nice and oceanic abyss. With Baltoh's cock rightfield where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her lower consistence so that her lover's cock swept the inside of her pussy like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a brush up mahogany table, genus Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thigh with each front of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

retention Selene in his arms, Baltoh sat up with her consistency perpendicular to his, her branch wrapped around his torso and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his arms, he began moving her altogether dead body like a doorknocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her squeamish and deep, drawing away moans of pleasure with her angelic voice as he brought her so close to having another sexual climax that just the excitement and anticipation was driving her more wild than an literal one.

After a after part of an 60 minutes, he sensed that it was once again time to exchange berth. Gently lowering her down feather, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to mollie and Rosmarinus officinalis, who had already separated and were almost fighting each other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up mode with her legs around his waist and her pussy elevated.

incoming her with perfect aim, he began moving his dead body in a wave, sending a pendulous riffle through his pegleg and backbone to rend out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few minutes, he switched to rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her gay woman buff and began kissing Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful form. genus Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the feeling of Molly's lips against her bare skin. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was fourth dimension to commute places.

He rolled off of Rosmarinus officinalis and Molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his putz in the reverse-cowgirl berth. molly's physical structure shook as Baltoh's cock stuffed her puss to its maximum capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hand on her hips so that he would cause room to maneuver. Driving up like a Walter Piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her scream in surprise and happiness as he moved faster than any human being could. With her body stationary, genus Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her nipples, pulling on them with their back talk and bathing them with their glossa. After five transactions, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his pecker into her anus. molly's moans took a lots humiliated and deeper hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost bestial speed, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave mollie her umptieth sexual climax, Baltoh pulled out and wander on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosemary, desperate for another anal pound. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful pace. mollie had her cervix bent between Rosemary's spread head ramification and was licking the nook of her pussy with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her mitt across his body while he sucked on her tit.

Once he regained his familiarity with the lieu, he was able-bodied to have a go at it rosemary at wide-cut swiftness, but in order to keep this beat going, he had to call on his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the back of his neck opening. She had momentarily lost the desire for shag, and now wanted cipher more than to feel Baltoh against her in a sleep with bosom.


As Rosmarinus officinalis soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscle trying to drum out his rooster. Upon its remotion, rosemary got up and turned around, taking his hammer in her oral fissure. While Rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and lips, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for dear life. Through their touch, he could smell her emotions, her bed desperation. The intimate momentum he had built up had slowed, the fire extinguished. As if Rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is cock from her soft mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the backtalk, making them both smile."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his paw against her smooth cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a secure but slow step. She was clawing at his back, unable to give a grade on his steely skin as he touched all the powerful places at the perfect speed and in unflawed succession in a way that only a true devotee could. Watching them, Molly had a ardent smiling on her face from her envy of their human relationship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their romantic privacy for a piffling bit. She then looked at Rosmarinus officinalis and giggled at the look of rejection of hunger for attending on her typeface.

swathe her arms around Rosmarinus officinalis, he pulled her aside to leave half of the bed to the two lovers."Come here sweetheart, let me bear witness you why 69 is my pet number."



trine hour and oodles of orgasm later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and mollie were scattered across the bed with the tabloid tangled. The bed itself was now on the floor since the frame had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three women, virtually of which came from Rosemary. Semen was EVERYWHERE. The paries had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to be active and the slit and asses 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 need a new hotel elbow room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a long shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked face off his chest.

"And some crutches,"molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the bump, contusion, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosemary finished as she tried to free her hands from the handcuffs made from her panties.



"So, any hazard in finding selective information on the Throne of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an office building rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer prevarication and delusion we find on that blue 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 fiend profligate runs through his vena, he is the majuscule scourge to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the Throne of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then things will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or messiah, yet I hear mutterings about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the subject of a rage following and there is no way to blockade it. We are long past the use of memory rub, the drape has been lifted on the existence. Now, it is not Jehovah the people are seeing behind that curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The succeeding night…

"Master, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the aerofoil, the space above and around the urban center was iniquity with dim swirling lights like a syncope daybreak, underneath the city, the flame of infernal region rising up through the Null Void between dimensions was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, deluges of fire and heat were pounding the rocky island that the city was sitting on without pause like the choppy sea on a beach cliff. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for colossus and Masters of agony. I know we would normally have Angels acting as scout, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the surface, not for a one mo. If one of them comes, I'll scare off them off with one of my blasts,"he said without taking his middle off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosemary could respond, a chorus of roaring as loud as the Krakatoa extravasation reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to traverse their pinna."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to provoke one of his blasts.

As his halo began spinning between the tips of his four offstage, his enemies came into position in the hell. They were five behemoth, all swarming towards New York with blood lust. The first was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the Empire state construction and a body well over two nautical mile long. It had one heavy mordant eye and a oral cavity filled with scimitar-like Fang. The second resembled a moth but with heavy powerful legs, jagged wings spraying poison gas, a mat of calamus instead of fur, and horns in place of its antenna. The third looked like a triceratops but with much yearner and more flexible arm, tenacious claws and carnivorous fangs, and a distich of wings. The fourth looked like an eagle with its fount hidden by a bone helmet and every extension as shrewd and laborious as a blade razor. The fifth had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with annexe burning with black flames and was just as boastfully and powerful as any Titan.

With a roar of conclusion, Baltoh fired a warning shaft down at the oncoming monster, using only as much mightiness as a hydrogen bomb, a mere fraction of its full power. The giant 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 metropolis, I swear I will loose every drop-off of energy I have in a single blast !"

"You can't kill all of us !"The centipede Titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first move will look oblivion ! A couple of you might be capable to dodge, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to make that sacrifice ?"he roared with a diabolic growl in his pharynx.

The behemoth all shied away at his threat, giving one last spiteful roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



genus Selene was lying in the bed of their doctor hotel room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to return from guard duty, but when her friend and lesbian lover showed up with nothing to do and bored out of her mind, it didn't take very much to trigger a nimble fling. With their soft wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both charwoman cried out in happiness as they had their final climax and fell backwards, their organic structure trembling and their breasts heaving.

trousering heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while mollie kissed Selene's cervix, making her purr and hum from the sonant touch.

"My, you sure are fond today,"Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became understood."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do love you."

With a modest grin, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her mouth against molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's amiss ?"

Her friend and lesbian devotee hesitated before speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his favorite, but I don't tutelage. I think I've fallen in dear with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm smile and cupped molly's buttock."That's wonderful, when did this startle ?"

"rightfield after that first battle, I asked Baltoh to make love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to mean it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed strong feelings for him ever since, and you want to find out him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our first threesome so I've gotten to make love him, not to mention he is the infrangible sterling lover I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could have what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a competition between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar intuitive feeling for you, then you and I will be equals in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure enough as snake pit not going to break off inviting you to join us. We may even get Rosemary to get together our little kinsperson, I'm sure starting to care her."

"I love you."Molly said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two charwoman then leaned forward and kissed, letting their lips juncture over and over again in a wet interactive trammel while they ran their hands across each other's naked bodies and their tumid nipples brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my daughter ?"he asked with a smile as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her Friend in the spot.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's words, Molly got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a throb erection as he looked at her beautiful luscious eubstance and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked inscrutable into her eye, noting the restiveness on her face. It was just like that clock time 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 know me just as you and I love her. I don't tending if you love her more than me. I don't care if she is your favored. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at Selene, who had only a affectionate grinning on her face. Baltoh took a thick breath and looked back at Molly with dubiety on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't know you the way I love Selene."

Selene's smile faded and mollie looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes with a small but affectionate grin,"that doesn't mean I don't love you, in a completely unequaled way and in the Julian Bond that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Yule tree and with genus Selene watching them with the same smile she would take in while watching the happy ending of a love narrative, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each other and held a retentive passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their sass finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. number on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a interchangeable girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her nude body next to Selene's. Giving a warm up grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two workweek, struggle raged endlessly between the legion of Heaven and snake pit in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more master of agony attacked the city, obeying tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rogue colossus attacking on their own. A total of six great behemoth attacked the city over the course of the besieging, each sentence needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's rage blast. The defender were lucky that Tenebrous had the trueness and obedience of the bulk of the Titans, because if they all decided to lash out at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clangoring, the man and Angel population would have a heavy bell. More and More mass were being recruited to fight the infernal menace as bodies were burned and bump off friends and loved ones were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was impossible for soundbox to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The metropolis streets were sticky with dried blood and reeked from the flavor of buttered carcass, and just keeping some sense of sanitation was requiring as much endeavour as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a silver lining it was that there were at least LE mouths to feed.

After the battle against the Master of Torture and his Titan saddle horse, the citizenry viewed Baltoh in a new light and his message of supplication was taken literally among a large universe of the homo and Angel inhabitants. In the established shelters scattered throughout the city, countless small clusters of the great unwashed could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the Angel, but to Baltoh himself, as their new the Nazarene. Many revered him as the returning christ and the savior of the world in the chaotic times.

To Baltoh, this meant nix. He did not care if mass worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them safe from the armies of darkness and fighting wickedness. In between battles, when he wasn't healing the injured and repairing edifice, he was spending meter and making love with Selene or molly, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their trine, though lots of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and molly, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing flavor and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive modification in so curtly of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive nimbus of a Titan-level daimon woke Baltoh up from his restless slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's center bolted open as the malevolent mien weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straitjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two lovers quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's center seemingly became still in his chest of drawers as he sensed multiple entities approaching snake pit, all Masters of Torture and heavyweight. Was it potential that Tenebrous had given the rescript for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of Hell leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to stimulate as heavy cranny cracks opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with tongue of ruby fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, bombastic sections of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a hole between the metropolis and sin. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen black dragons rose up from the fervour, each as large as the two-headed wolf that had attacked New House of York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian glass and were just as sharp, their pincer were an eerie and sickening shade of Stanford White like to the brass of a remains, their red eyes glowed like bonfires, liquid state shadow flames dripped from their colossal fang instead of spit, and their talkative flank were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to oscillate. Riding on the book binding of each dragon Titan like a flee on a dog stood a schoolmaster of overrefinement, each identical in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my good time, there is no way I would be able to kill more than a dyad before the ease learned how to hedge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feel of cold Hg running through his venous blood vessel.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her vox midst with care.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to suppress his own affright. He had to be strong, he had to brave, and he had to keep fighting for her, no thing what."We're going to win,"he said with all the confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the Archangels at the bank of the river, already having summoned four Bob Hope radio beacon and prepared for battle. Among them were Molly and all of the Angel Falls, knowing that their long suit would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the city, the Masters of anguish just hovered in home on their mounts, as if just waiting for something.

A hour passed before Baltoh had the courageousness to mouth up."Are you here to press or not ? !"he demanded with his aureole between his fender, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a welkin of light.

"No, we are just here for the appearance,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a care in the world.

"What show ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the appointment. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the duskiness. Do you eff what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The hunting for the commode of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to reckon out a way to end the madness.

"The fireworks should depart 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 shake wildly. Back on Earth, the dome of black hummer around where New York had been, the last barrier keeping the strength of hell on earth back, began to unfold up while the Hell flaming surged up the dig carved into the planet like a chimney attack. A hole opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacancy, 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 expand 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 earthly concern simultaneously fell to their knee, tears streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to nirvana, for this was not the Day of legal opinion prophesized in the Bible of Revelations. This was merely the end of the macrocosm, brought on by the force of dark. In every country across the globe, masses began praying desperately to every deity they could imagine of to save their soul as the rampart between globe and underworld opened up.

As the covered stadium up on Earth opened up like a blossoming flower, the city of New York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the macrocosm of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, edifice and city mental block were falling away into Hell with tidal waving of bloody firing surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the inferno as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their genu, cursing themselves and designate."We failed, the force of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the man. We were supposed to protect the macrocosm and all life on every planet, but we couldn't even protect one city. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with bitter tears streaming down his face.

His unit organic structure benumbed, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her font in her mitt. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her look. The sound of Selene's weeping sobs pierced his heart like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any physical accidental injury could. He stepped over to her and Molly moved aside, letting him snog Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening stripe on her cheeks.

"Always remember that everything I did was out of love for you. I love you 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 annex and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge destiny,"he said, placing his hands on the branding iron shackle and rosary mountain chain around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will pour down you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the business leader encouragement may be just enough to let me convert the situation ! If I can't seal the portal site, I can at least try to slow it down and bring as many fiend as I can with me !"

He hooked his digit underneath the bead corduroys and metal attachment, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with energy and drew the care of the sea captain of Torture. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their swords and leapt from their mounts, terrified of what would happen.

"layover him ! He must not give away those Bond !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never tolerate evilness to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bail off like paper bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air corresponding ragdolls as a geyser of contraband and Au lighting surged up around Baltoh from his damp bonds. A wafture of tycoon 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, Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling tornado of power. Over the sound of wave after wave of energy surging out from him, everyone could hear Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as might swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the passkey of Torture were being held in the batch of their heavyweight mount, having been caught when the surge in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of power, filled with terror as the light and dark energy of the whirlpool fused together into a neon-silver deluge, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused archangel and devil powers together into a whole new force out !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raffaello Santi cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but rosemary was able-bodied to serve the enquiry in her psyche. ‘ The breaking of the hamper and rosary strand, they are releasing so much power in his eubstance that they are being forced to bond together, like gas being compacted to the stage of becoming a liquid state ! It's not possible ; his body should own been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure and deal of the energy building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackles and his rosary beads, it's like they are canceling out each other's negative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His powers aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each former ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to go past past his— ‘

Even her inner thinking were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding loudness and completely consuming it. The great fiery deluge of great power continued to develop, surging upwards through the Void between dimensions and crashing against the barrier between the domain of the living and Hell. Like the red region before it, the neo-silver vigor coursed down the doorway carved into the Earth, moving through the shaft in the mantle and crust like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the orbit formerly around New York to get away the spraying Hell flames, but they were stopped dead in their tracks as the remnant of the covered stadium of black weed shattered like glass and a brilliant gale of power surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of statute mile per instant, the twisting torrent of zip consumed the landscape painting, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in space, astronauts observing the planet from orbiting satellite watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of luminance wrapped around the body politic of New House of York, New England, the eastern glide, all of USA, and the integral western cerebral hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into quad. In to a lesser extent than a minute, the ground and the gyrating power extravasation looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the position.

Across Earth, architectonic crustal plate grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer layer of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal waves across its open, and the clouds became bang-up spinning typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with big brilliance than ever before in their existence and black holes became care pearls as they were bombarded by more than DOE they could absorb. Around the orb, the flaming clouds of bleak lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing first light of light and might surging out from the towering cloudburst like the burning shockwaves of a atomic detonation. People continued praying but at new velocity and with tonic passion, believing this to be the work of a god. For the commencement meter, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to block out the blinding light, genus Selene held onto the ground for dear life as wave after wave of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so shut to Baltoh, like his face was and inch from hers and their sassing were just above to extend to. Tears streaked her face, but she did not know why, as something in her somebody told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love,"she whispered.

In the very essence of the storm, Baltoh continued his outcry of exertion as he tried to serve everything that was happening to him. The durability and power he felt flooding his soundbox and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his master intercrossed powers to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit candle to the gamma ray burst of the expiry of a star. While unlimited power entered his torso, knowledge and understanding flooded his nous, bringing Forth omnipotence and unparalleled sapience, allowing him to fully translate what was happening and the transformation that was taking place.

In Shangri-la and Hell, Jehovah and Tenebrous looked up in shock, sensing what they originally thought was impossible. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with peer if not bang-up office than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new omega deity, one who would change the position quo in a way that the three universes had never before live, filling them both with wonder and dread.

Finally, the neon-silver supernova receded and calmed, collapsing in on itself and being reabsorbed into Baltoh. With their whole eubstance shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to mend their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the archangel fell to their knee joint, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a strong-arm transformation with the cognitive process. His apparel had gone from drear grayness to a deeply blue air, his coloured pilus had become blond, and his sick complexion had become a salubrious tan. His claws were gone, having been replaced with humble metal plates that protruded from his flesh and covered his knuckle duster and spine of his finger's breadth and hands like tiles. His butt was also missing. Instead of cornet or a halo, he had a miniature galax rotating above his read/write head. His four fender had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the existence, with the stars, nebulae, and bright clouds of dust and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at distance itself. hold up but not least, his heart had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his prosperous irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her articulation trembling and her body refusing to move.

With the most warm and peaceful expression to ever cut across her look, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her trunk from the mental palsy her vexation had inflicted and filling her with respite and felicity. He then began to walk over to her, with every step he took causing the ground around him to shudder and for a easy mysterious hum to be heard, like the audio of a hero at the risk of infection of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eyes widened as her brain was overpowered by the joy of a thousand coinciding sexual climax, while a protrusion of the nascence of the universe and all of its story was played for her head's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that answer your question ?"he whispered when her lips finally parted.

genus Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the delight end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his blazonry with their brim dancing against each other.

"Is it potential ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his spokesperson weak.

With his grinning widening, Baltoh separated from genus Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a meaning secession."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the passe-partout of straining snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in hand.

With a flagitious holler, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made contact lens, the Demon was thrown back with his eubstance dematerializing, as if every molecule in his world was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in stupor in awe as an inconspicuous force out cast the Master of Torture aside with his body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the God Almighty warrior without even acknowledging his being. It was as if by universal law, beings not of Baltoh's level of deity were preclude to touch him without his tolerance, 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 Masters of Torture howled before leaping onto the back of his phantom dragon and steering it back into blaze, followed by all his comrade desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would appropriate me to chance upon the Throne of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the tycoon of vestige and light together into a ace Creator strength, it seems I was able to top into a high-pitched being and achieve the mantle of a god. Here, let me exhibit you."

He snapped his fingers and everyone fell to their knee joint as New House of York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the vacuum at breakneck speeds. Without any passage, the empty blank space and pale swirling lights were replaced with the stone prick that the metropolis had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the shaft below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the control surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the aristocratical clear sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their protection and looked at the sky and the white clouds, listened to the sound of the river filling back up, and smelled the refreshed air. As one, every human and Angel raised their hands and cheered in the joy of triumph. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the roadblock !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and netherworld is once again square and rank. I even strengthened it, so that no daimon or Gargoyle may ever cross over, even if summoned by human beings. Never again shall the legions of perdition be any scourge to this macrocosm or its lifetime mannequin. The barrier between this population and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of Eden or Jehovah may enter this realm or Hell without my permission. As the Celestial incarnation, their world power can not overturn my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to believe that not only was the engagement over, but that the need for Angels and Archangels was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Hell and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of blaze is to punish the wicked in the name of Justice Department, not attend to as the torture donjon of existence and planetary house and raise the forces of iniquity. Tenebrous and his demonic host have corrupted Hell with their glowering ambitions and must be taken forethought of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate evilness, and now I finally have the power to do it and convey justice to the unit of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with equal purpose.

Baltoh regained his smile and gave her a soft kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not bar you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"Molly said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosmarinus officinalis took a deep breath and pulled off the rood-tree around her neck opening."I'm coming as well. You have my pump, my trueness, and my allegiance. From this distributor point forward, I am not an garden angelica of Jehovah, but a servant of the Celestial embodiment,"she said, drawing rough glares and gasps incredulity from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon YHVH and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will join you for this terminal quest. numeration me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a position where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your side in Hell,"Raffaello Sanzio said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other Archangels gave exchangeable calls of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was dissever from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the live on time you draw you're blade. Don't you want it to materialise while fighting side by side with your admirer ?"Baltoh asked with a smiling, holding out his script. Several irregular passed by, with only the wind and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and shook Baltoh's hand."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the coast of the islet of the Damned, a continent about the sizing of England and surrounded by a savorless sea of hellfire, burning for infinity and stretching Forth without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson clouds and disastrous lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the barren landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning landing field, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead tree diagram, and trillion of the great unwashed getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and evildoer of perdition, all in the most brutal and cruel fashion possible. But no topic how much the citizenry suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their bodies would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could carry on to bear.

Among the people being tortured and used like slave, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With rusty steel and artillery cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptical landscape in awe and terror while desperately trying to escape from annoyance, if only for a light time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the Burning Pastures of the Isle of the Damned, the firstly zone of Hell. This is where new prisoner appear and where escaped prisoner flee to in the Leslie Townes Hope of some form of safe. It is a battlefield, with the decedent somebody fighting in and endless and hopeless war in order to escape their torment and punishment. Considering how this is always a battlefield, it's not surprising that it is also voice of the Circle of anger. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raffaello Santi asked.

"We are going to relieve the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoner here, innocent souls cursed for all eternity for minor violation and hell. I may have been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justness than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading horde Summoning !"he called with his vocalisation carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the Isle of the Damned, hundreds of grand of lawsuit of armor began to materialize, made of glistening blue metal and undestroyable silver that glowed like the sensation. Protruding from their backs were vauntingly wings that seemed to be made out of mercury while in their hands were bladed weapon system that were as long as machine and consisted of a recollective crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretching between the two pointedness, analog to the spine of the sword. The arm was designed to be held with both mitt far apart, for a powerful offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"Rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my crusader, summoned with a enchantment that I myself invented from the great power of the cosmos. Cinereo is the universe of discourse from which promised land and hell on earth budded off from and its energy was both the designer and textile from which Archangel and Demon trance were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the major power to make new heavenly spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armor marched across the electrocution fields in shaping. Echoing throughout the isle of the Damned, their synchronized footfalls shook the ground and echoed through Scheol. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their massive steel and carving through bone and frame with ease. They trekked through the pastures of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every time they came upon a human being soul, they would rake the soul to identify whatever it was that had banished that someone to hell on earth, and if the person received their judgment of conviction through a serious law-breaking like rape, theft, criminal conversation, or unjust execution, then they were left behind. But if they were only guilty of small harmless wickedness, then the courtship of armor would spread out up like blossoming efflorescence and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the cause of armor, the condemned soulfulness would be given nifty strength and power, even beyond garden angelica. With this new strength, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A great trace filled the deep red sky as an army of devil appeared, bringing off conjuration Necropolises and necropolis of the Damned to instantly summons yard of Gargoyles and sinner to recapture the captive of nether region. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to pick of speeding. one-half of them took flight while the sleep charged towards the Gargoyles.

A aloud holla echoed from deep within the islet of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as behemoth and Bleaks began to stand up. They were of all type, creeds, and physical body, ranging from Shirley Temple firedrake, diabolic razz, nightmarish worm, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged wolf with monstrous forcible characteristic, and countless other animals that were large enough to tread down a urban center and were adorned with horrifyingly fiendish appearances.

With a grab of his fingers, Baltoh summoned cause of armour for all of the archangel, 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 mask and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their halos burning in the center of a large golden fireball that hovered above their top dog, something that the others did not ingest.

Their armor also had a much sleeker and more form-fitting figure, with gold lining every plateful and an emblazoned crown of thorns on the dresser crustal plate. On top of liquid metallic element soma, each piece and plate fit together like reptilian musical scale but with full-of-the-moon solid protection like regular armour metal plating. For the men, their armour had a certain bulkiness, while the women's armour was more slender and flexible, while still consisting of large solid state plates. Hanging sheathed from their whang were their sword, each remade with greater durability and cutting power.

For Molly, rosemary, and genus Selene, there armor was even More unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden bolide, their halos had been completely replaced with toy solar systems, quite similar to the entire miniature galaxy above Baltoh's, and each with a real egg-sized star and ten planet orbiting around it, five going around in one counselling and five going in the former. While retaining their Au lining, the home base of their armor had changed in colouring material, switching from pearly ovalbumin to a very bass and disconsolate blue and decorated with patterns of small ball field that looked like superstar. Instead of a cross like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two eternity symbols overlapping at the heart and soul perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. finale but not to the lowest degree, their wings themselves had gained a new form, gaining a mercury tissue layer in position of their feathers.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armour in astonishment, feeling their power levels skyrocket. genus Selene, Molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your speed, strong suit, and force up beyond my former level. Consider it a gift, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, Molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis, you three have just been turned over from the realm of Angels to get my celestial Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the exponent of the universe of discourse and factor as your spells, and knowledge of how to use them will come naturally. With these enhancements, I believe I can leave these Titans to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingerbreadth, More than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a immense flame mushroom cloud cloud formed deep in land, as if the reality's most powerful nuclear bomb calorimeter had just been detonated. Everyone watched in repulsion and gagged as they felt a iniquity and heavy sensation of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"Satan, the first hell on earth Prince and caster of judgment upon the new arrivals. Oh spirit, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll make it quick, just earn sure you take darnel 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 apprehensiveness 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 institutionalize a Dark Pulse, a reformist charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to cause the power to campaign back. The beast released the blast, tearing apart the infertile dry land and barely missing the armored fighter. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two goal of her arm into the top of its skull and making sure not to turn a loss any momentum or to pull in the steel out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its drumhead in half down the heart. As she ran down its back, her sword cut down its cervix, into the bureau, and carved right through its disastrous heart. The beast fell over dead with its wit and blood spilling out onto the arid soil.

A Demon flew towards a reformer like a striking eagle, skimming just over the ground with a lance in her hand. She reached out to knife the Crusader, but he blocked with his weapon, granted More than plenty strength by his armor to face up the sentient pudding stone. Using his newly-gained world power, the Crusader reached out and grabbed the monster by the pharynx and slammed her down into the ground with devastating powerfulness, making her cough blood from all the shredded channel and veins in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped sword and swung it down onto the Demon, cutting her in half down the middle.

A meliorist flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down waves of vestige fire into Baltoh's armies. The creature noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a bare fly. Taking the initiative, the Crusader flew by its backstage and cut right through the tissue layer of leathery flesh that allowed it to keep flight of stairs. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its back. The Gargoyle reached up with its tail to try and smash the social reformer, but he dodged with simpleness before he raised his arm and slashed the beast across the back of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in infliction but still had control of its soundbox. It struggled to undulate its spite annex, but it could not take flight. Just before it crashed into the reason, the reformer imbedded his weapon in the gash in the back of the Gargoyle's neck. The night colossus landed in a burning field of battle, tossing filth and gem into the air, and the wallop drove the soldier's artillery into its cervix, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to sway as fissures opened up in the ground. fervency poured out of the spread in the earth and huge skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, long dozen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the regular army of Crusaders. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several darkness Pulses into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the Crusaders without any distinction.

"Come on, Molly ! Let's take forethought of them !"genus Selene said as she flapped her liquid alloy wings and dig towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't kickoff without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own Brobdingnagian cleaver.

With their long hairsbreadth hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two women zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for struggle. Molly was the kickoff to contact the group and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a hollering of conclusion, she spun around in the air and swung the arch leaf blade with all of her military posture, imbedding the sharpness in the nook of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a spider web and its whole cranium shattered in a hopeful explosion, as if the blade had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.

Moving degraded than a step on it slug, genus Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right to its spine between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with easiness. The giant freak roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its shadow heart rate into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a living bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, genus Selene swerved to the position as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by mollie who came along and cut off all their hired hand with her cleaver. Falling back to plan her side by side movie, Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of knowledge rate of flow through her mind. direction for a spell were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to drag up her energy, feeling it naturally manoeuver and coordinate itself.

Driven by unstoppable instinct, she pointed her hired man and called out,"Celestial Art : perch obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling bolt of stark electrical energy erupted from her medallion, as potent if not firm than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning trance used by Archangels, this was true elementary galvanic power, not an imitation made of sanctum energy. Moving almost at the speed of luminance, the massive upsurge struck a Bleak in the substance of its chest, shattering its ribs and severing its spine. As the dying monster began to buckle, she fired again, this prison term blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"Molly hollered.

glowing like neon gas, silver wind wrapped around her bow-shaped steel and howled as she raised it above her headspring. With a roar of trust, she threw the weapon at clustering of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flash tornado. The pillar of glowing flatus charged into the trio of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their solid ground, every bone in their body schism into piles of flawlessly-cut surgical incision, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser radio beam. The sword returned to Molly like a throw stick and she gained a panoptic grinning underneath the tinted shabu visor of her helm. She finally had the straight strength to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to earn a sure competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."ethereal Art : Cosmic puppy love !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a battery of night Pulses, their consistence began to agitate violently. In an ear-splitting collapse, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a burthen leash and crashed into the flat coat, shattering on impingement. Selene had increased the force of somberness on their trunk, multiplying their own weight by to a greater extent than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : champion birthing !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her fingerbreadth, a celestial sphere of red light shooting across the open place and hit its mark on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. Selene cracked a smile and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom cloud, originating from inside its head. The turn she had just used mimicked the flaming nuclear fusion reaction appendage that takes place in star topology, causing a small-scale atomic explosion inside the wildcat. It was basically a banger compared to the nuclear blowup caused by atomic bombs, being only strong enough to annihilate a city blockage. She pointed at two to a greater extent Bleaks and killed them in the Lapplander way, obliterating them form the inside out with humble nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : meteoroid Obliteration !"Molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the ground, a volcanic bowlder was pulled free and flew up to mollie. She pressed her hands against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the Saami velocity as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The bowlder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its pectus, creating a sonic roaring in the air that instantly reduced its full body to sprinkle. The meteoroid shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the major planet's gravitational pull. By the meter it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the planet, and it would only make one chance before shooting off into the completely hollow outer space. For a split second, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that Inner Light touch was to a greater extent than enough to rocket a tidal moving ridge of fire out of orbit. The flaming cloud was almost as tumid as the planet itself and Hell shook wildly from the light yet sudden impact.

She called forth another bowlder and launched it at another Bleak. The goliath managed to elude to avoid physical contact, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic boom of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right slope of its body in a fraction of a second. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished building, Molly looked over to Selene, who had just killed her 6th Bleak with another bolt of lightning of lightning.

The two friends looked at each former and then to the final Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper speeding, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to beat the other in Demon-killing and have the eminent score. The Bleak was just about to launch a Dark Pulse at the two fair sex when they appeared in social movement of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the aspect with enough baron to put down its head.

With the Bleaks taken care of, the women both gave the mental command to retract their helmets and their armour obeyed, opening up the protective gearing like the opening of a puzzle box. With warm smile on their faces, genus Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"saint Art : Divine Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the milliped Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan creature had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of acid from its fanged backtalk. With a roar, Michael punched the Titan in the middle of its physical structure with all of his long suit, sending a ruinous shockwave through its body. The mass of ogre flavor howled in pain as every blood vessel in its long body ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a colossus before, even while casting the spell, he would birth probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

Blind and in agony but still very much alive, the Titan hissed and launched a dark Pulse powerful enough to hide a mountain range of a function. With golden flames automatically burning along the blade, Michael swung his sword and cut through the bang, protecting himself from its destructive might like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a stop, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both work force. With blinding intensity, the golden fire around the blade surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swim in a sea of fervour, the Titan was filled with apprehension as it sensed the colossal energy within the golden flame. At its pique, the brand was the road of a golden combustion tornado, larger than any tornado on land. Filled with self-assurance, Michael swung his blade like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"holy man Art : Burning Moon fade !"he bellowed as the eruption slammed into the heavyweight, ripping its foreland and the upper half of its body in half.



"holy person Art : Spear of Destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his hand out to the helmeted bird of Jove launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his command, over a one hundred beam of low-cal began firing from his hand, each bend and straightening out with the aureate voulge blade at the terminal leading them. The steel of energy and the colossus annexe collided with each other like heater in the air. Such a feat was impossible without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his speed was endorse only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his archetype spell. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before C of massive energy brand bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten warhead of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless stream of sword striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to firearm. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment news bulletin !"Raffaello Santi called, giving off a radiant solar flare that was promising than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright light and shielded its middle, giving Raffaello Sanzio the perfect opportunity to swing his brand and lop off one of its hands in a single gash. The heavyweight howled in agony and clutched the bleeding podium as the severed hand fell into the burning sea with a massive dab. Spinning around, the Titan swung his tail in an attempt to rap the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raphael stopped the monolithic attack with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one movement of his sword.

"devil Art : Monster gash !"the colossus roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five invisible sharpness that were each powerful enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his steel.

Before the diagonal could hand him, a golden gate, as boastfully as the front man of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the fire. With the holy place energy that the gate was radiating with, the invisible leaf blade couldn't even slip between the bars.

"saint Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the titan could even realize what has happened to it, a wooden crown of thorns that was twice as large as the empire State Department building fell out the sky and struck it in the backbone, piercing it through with its intense system of weights and blasting its Shirley Temple Black heart right hand through its chest.



"Celestial Art : quelling Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the Dark Pulse of a tiger colossus with a mat of quills on its back.

Above her, a building-sized domain of water appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drainage that lead to the underside of an sea. The deluge splashed down onto the Burning grazing land, extinguishing the flaming and slamming into the Titan as a brawny tidal wave. Vast cloud of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the fire before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the Crusaders all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and Sinners and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"the Panthera tigris snarled as it tried to view as its foothold against the ceaseless floodlight. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as dozens of Brobdingnagian skeletal hired hand reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like rubber to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Oliver Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart burn with authority and power.

Intercepting the bony mitt, swell daggers of earth salvo from the footing in the midst of the growing arms, crushing them like twigs in the pincer of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of electricity down into the water.

The titan howled and snarled in excruciation as it was electrocuted with plenty energy to power an entire state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quills, its bod peeled and melted off its organic structure, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its insides burned. It fell to its stifle, letting the endless tidal undulation wash over it, but rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : quartz Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a large ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the band was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blueing refinement and shined like the stars. With a boom, the Panthera tigris giant burst from the control surface of her sea, chela barred and black fire burning between its jaws. With a roaring of determination, Rosemary slammed her palm against the middle of the ring, launching a gust of sapphire-shaded zip that was six feet in diameter. The blast struck the heavyweight in the chest, instantly freezing it and the intact forming sea.

With the wolf and the photoflood now a giant ice sculpture, Rosmarinus officinalis slam towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nuzzle with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the entire frozen complex body part exploded into icy pulverization, killing all the Demons and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became silent as a deafening roar shook the isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to traverse their spike to try and bar the crippling noise. In the distance, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar shell before crashing into the ground in presence of everyone and burning away all the ice and rubble with a wave of fire. Standing in the flaming arose a gargantuan animal, large enough to tear up a Titan in its jaws and recoil aside a mountain like an physical exertion ball. It was Satan, the first pit Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the ramification of a goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, immense brawny implements of war lined with steel, serrated pincer that were twice as long as his finger's breadth, massive wings that could obliterate 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 repugnance at the colossal monster, towering over everything they had come to have intercourse and fear.

"So the vigilance man riposte. Normally you would flee to the earth of the living at the smallest planetary house of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not matter, you always were and always will be nothing compared to me."Prince of Darkness laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the layer of the gods and gone far past your puny world. You, the hell on earth Prince of ire, is no more of a threat to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the desiccated breeze.

"We'll see about that ! demon Art : apocalypse irruption !"Lucifer roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet blast so potent that simply beings of the stance of Hell Prince and higher could use it.

Everyone was brought to their articulatio genus by the crushing weight of the vitality it was giving off, zip so dark and powerful that it could pour down a city of people just through its ambient existence. The eruption itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a full moon alignment, it would blot out every planet in the solar scheme. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with dread and fear for Baltoh as the radiance of the blast made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, motion !"she shrieked before Old Nick released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear burst going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal balance beam of ruby-red free energy with almost ten metre the metier as Baltoh's old fad blast. The energy washed over the Celestial avatar like a flood lamp of magma and surged out over the sea of fire, sending burning tidal waves in all directions that could consume entire countries. Flying out from the major planet due to its curvature, the ray barb deep into the evacuate space, soaring for respective seconds before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"Funny that you ring me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is dead !"Satan cackled as the smoke cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's articulation echoed.
Prince of Darkness's oculus widened in terror and everyone gasped, ineffective to believe that mortal, even Baltoh, could rent a bam like that frontal and pull through. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the best you can do, then you are even let down than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE infernal region ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his finger's breadth.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his body went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his vigour to finally publish itself like organic structure hotness and was focusing it all on Beelzebub. Now, his entire body was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The nether region Prince gave an excruciating howl as every bone in his body simultaneously snapped and his consistence began to tumble in on itself. He raised his power stratum as high as they could go, but he was basically trying to arrest back a tsunami with a rotting fencing. Every open infinite in his body began to cave in under the stock, his erupt ivory being reduced to pulverize, his vein and sinew tearing themselves to shreds. As the execution continued, his physical structure began to shrink as the weight of Baltoh's energy began compacting his atoms themselves, pushing them so close together that the electron were grinding against the nuclei and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and Satan's altogether eubstance snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and heavy as a black yap. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding flash, having been converted into raw energy by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's preserve moving. We have a whole Interior of a planet to decipherable out."He said.



The face of a Gargoyle had been carved into the isle of the Damned with the jaws undefendable in a furious bellow. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the astuteness of hellhole. The pit was the size of a meteor crater, allowing for entities as large as Satan to occur through, while the slope were lined with innumerable staircases.

With Baltoh, the Angelica Archangelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the boundary of the pit, one of the loose spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial avatar. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the cradle for evil but its punisher. I will exterminate every last daemon and Gargoyle and pack away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of sight. Selene, Molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis all jumped after him, followed by the Angelica Archangelica and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his handwriting and a sphere of lighter appeared in his decoration, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully illuminate it from that sphere, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well have just jumped off a drop-off at nighttime and there was no other face. Selene and rosemary watched the perish face of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of homo skeleton in the closet. There had to be a billion dissimilar remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the threshold, as there may be some barriers and restrictions that even I won't be capable to discontinue,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is tenebrious. The solely difference is that this is his world, his universe. John L. H. Down here, he makes the formula. I will be capable to get the best most of his obstruction and normal, but we are on his greensward and he has the home field advantage."

Baltoh and his group finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new worldly concern. In the distance, a metropolis of blood-red sandstone, bones, and undead trees woven into wickerwork structures stood against the burning backdrop. The edifice ranged from small huts to total jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screams of the masses inside being tortured by Sinners. The urban center itself was larger than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the burning at the stake Pastures above, the Din Land around the city was completely wasteland and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of under the weather vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their heads. The sky of Hell was dissimilar from the sky of globe ; it was… heavy. It was like the cloud were very much higher in the sky with a larger atmosphere, providing an overwhelming feeling of picture, like a mouse caught in the open with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a spate of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flames streamed out from the faulting. The mountain had a tone down tempered tiptop, 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 electrocution grass and throw up down into the pit to fall down to the urban center. This melodic theme was proven by the chiliad of damned person that blanketed the mountain, naked and moaning in pain from their shattered skeletons and their normally lethal injury. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sins of everyone on the mountain, and for the masses he deemed free and/or justified, he healed their wounding and bonded them with one of his suit of clothes of armor, recruiting them into his regular army while the outlaw and shamed mortal were ignored. As the raining meliorist organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the metropolis were doing the same.

"Behold the metropolis of Wrath, where people who have sworn their fealty to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torture everyone else. They are the Sinners. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the Devil, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become somebody like the repose of the hellish forces. While this is only a fraction of the sinner population, this metropolis is their largest hive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Satan's domain

As he spoke, Selene and Molly were looking up at the writhing sky with curiosity."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are hush-hush ? We didn't even go down that far,"Molly pondered.

"It's rightful, we are in the satellite of the pits. However, this is a earth that does not obey the raw laws. This is a kingdom of mysticism and phantasms, not science and intellect. The interior of the satellite is a solid other earthly concern of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his digit up at the exit of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering dagger of Oliver Stone from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a dash of lightning from his fingerbreadth, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering serpent of electrical energy dove into the cloud beside the pit, but there was not a crash, an explosion, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a hole in reality itself like a pipe. In the city, the bony followers of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in terror, having watched the bolt of lightning shoot up like a signalize flare.

"So are we going to guide the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to read away the power 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 spirit as he snapped his fingers. Beside every suit of armor and reformist, a winged stallion appeared, covered in prosperous armor.

"Now we shall bring down the walls of this metropolis and proceed our beleaguering on hell ! Let these Sinners know that their evil dream and wretched souls stand no chance against the power of Inner Light ! Decimate this bastion of darkness and put these monstrous spirits back in their billet ! Everyone, attack !"Baltoh roared as every social reformer climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of confidence and dedication, the crusader answered the call and began their complaint. Half of the wing stallion took to the air while the other half galloped down the side of the batch with their massive cleavers in paw and their armour shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the wad and gasped as the reformer flew and galloped towards the metropolis of anger. Leaving their torture victims behind, the evildoer gathered at the edge of the city in the tens of one thousand thousand and prepared their DoD. As wave after wave of glistening champion surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smile on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a peculiar smiling on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the Throne of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm well-chosen, I'm finally able-bodied to do what I was born to do. I finally have the top executive to slay evil once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never have dared of going up against the the pits Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the strength and power to build my dreaming come true. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

genus Selene smiled and pressed her back talk against his, while drawing her blade with her unloosen hand."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrow and smoke were launched from the city by the meg as the evildoer fought with weapons from all across time. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's US Army, but could do no trauma to the sawbuck or their riders, as their armor was far too hefty to be damaged by such puny fire. Sprinting down the steep mountain, the mystical stallions panted heavily with each step but felt no fatigue or loss of strength. Their hefty muscleman shook and warped as their hooves struck the primer coat, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their fountainhead like engine block of Styrofoam, the Crusader shouted out their resoluteness to murder their tormentor, with their armour going from shining to glowing as their confidence and allegiance grew in intensity. By the time they were halfway down the mount, each Crusader was glowing like the lunation, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the Sinners below.

In one great smash, the ground troops slammed into the rail line of evildoer like a mudslide, knocking them down like domino. The Crusaders used the size of their arched sword to reach out and shot and cleave the Sinners as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their bones like sprig. perfectly or fatally wounded Sinners turned to ash as the hold out trace of their cosmos withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the legion of Sinners like a storage tank and drove deep into the city.

Gargoyles and ogre filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged horses flew through the air, maneuvering between each devil as the Crusader would reach out out and slash them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beams of spark, shaft from the wings of the horses like the feather arrow enchantment. The illuminate energy burned their flesh like pane, causing them to plump down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the city streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any Sinner that approached without even acknowledging their existence. As he remembered, the buildings of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of sticks from undead Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, but they served a purpose early than building material. The wall, flooring, and cap also served as prisons for damned souls with their body packed inside past the percentage point of being crushed to demise or asphyxiation. Every torso had been pierced dozens of times by steel rods that served as reinforcer for the construction like the 2x4s of a house. The organic structure were pressed against side sides of their wicker Cage like nets of piano conducting wire with blood streaming from the slash that each branch had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in pain sensation from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the creative thinker of each somebody to identify their sinning. To those he deemed innocent or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his idea and created a suit of armour for them to bond certificate to so that they could join his social station. As raining beams of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the buildings and felt sick to his tummy. The people they were saving were locked in twisting devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his mind with painful memories from before his birthing as the hybrid. The Sinners had preformed everything from ravishment to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a beat from a tank shot through the air and detonated five feet from him, unable to derive any closer. He turned to the mechanically skillful monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human bone. The Sinners inside loaded another one shot and fired, but just like the first, it exploded before it could touch him and the flames and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hired man into a fist and instantly caused the armoured combat vehicle to flip into the air and dematerialise, taking the rider 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 evildoer came sprinting down the street with several Crusaders on hogback chasing them. The sinner'skeletal feet clacked on the cobblestone ground as they ran desperately, unable to escape the social reformer. With powerful swings, the men and women hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeletons like rotting sticks. As they rode preceding Baltoh, they all gave loyal bows of their heads.

"Celestial Art : Carving Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her hands at a group of Demons, she released a mighty jet of sand that seemed to form out of the air itself. The blast was just as large as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the Demons with each texture striking with the ability of a high-caliber bullet. The Demons howled in pain as their body were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty blood and sleety flesh streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the swarm by a deafening yowl that shook the burn sky. A not bad Titan lowered itself from the clouds with a dead body that looked like a mix between a vulture and a firedrake, with jagged feather, a long neck, a fanged beak, and serpent eye. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a Dark Pulse appeared between its jaws, solid enough to take out the whole city. Before it could let go the blast, Baltoh snapped his fingers and chains of light reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the heavyweight, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its beak disappeared. He snapped his fingerbreadth once more and the chemical chain constricted until they ripped the beast apart.

Within minute, a growing cheer echoed across the city as the last dying screech were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any city on globe in all of its history.



The Sea of Envy was in their hatful and hearing scope. Shrieks, as high gear as whistling and as low as dying animate being'could be heard, sending shiver crawling up everyone's pricker. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Hell and his big businessman. Standing on the shore of the inky black sea, they watched as undulation crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the spray. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with glassy optic and pallid faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to brave moving ridge after frigid moving ridge slamming into them and the diabolic birds and crustaceans of inferno picking and feeding on their trunk, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to feel pain. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their swan light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"tinker's dam it, I hated this stead the most when I came here,"rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the post where those who let jealousy run their lives are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of wrath, ran the combustion pasturage and the City of ire, Leviathan, Prince of invidia, is in controller of this sea. Here, the oleaginous urine poisonous substance their bodies like assault and battery battery-acid to represent how envy poisons the mind and it weighs down on them with crushing king, just like how their feelings of insufficiency crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the daemon and Gargoyles underneath the open, torturing them without break. Now the only matter they envy are those that no recollective exist. This blank space is tricky, as it has the nifty number of Titans and it is unmanageable to recite who exactly is shamefaced and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the nous of all the spirits in the contiguous area to estimate out which 1 were shamed, and which I were innocent. Those that were driven to put crime and caused trauma because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the victims of human nature had their string broken so that they could rise to the surface. But even though they were still cognisant and sentient, they floated on their venter and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another U. S. Army of fly suits of armor on flying horses to recruit the freed mortal and dispatch the atrocious inhabitants. They galloped across the shift water supply, immune to the affects of gravitational force as they reached down into the water with their two-handle vane, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creatures of darkness just below the surface. Any suit that weren't fighting bonded themselves to freed prisoner, granting them their tycoon. The light source energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged mind and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and devil swam bass below the surface to escape the massacre, thinking they would be safety. The malefic beasts were filled with holy terror as the Crusaders and their horses dove below the surface, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible stop number, they followed the wolf deeper and deeper into the water, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the radical grew belittled and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the ocean floor dropped into a step continental gradient, that seemed to delve into the darkest depths of Hell. As the Crusaders chased down the deplorable animal, their artillery and the backstage of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

oceanic abyss in the phantom, a corking eye opened.



From the shifting waves of the ocean, a colossal whale burst from the ocean. Its rima oris was spread out and full of jag teeth, its binding was covered in capitulum, and it was large enough to snap up an aircraft bearer in its jaws. It dove back into the water system, swallowing several hundred Crusaders in the process. Cricking his cervix from slope to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, capable to run Forth River and release the vigour without even using his body or a source. The ray of lighting expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the backbone of its drumhead, destroying half of its skull and all of its brains. The perfectly wildcat sank below the surface as the bottom-feeder creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another expectant splashing tore apart the Earth's surface as a massive set of pair of pincers reached out and tried to snatch up the flying reformer. They managed to forfend the massive claws as the Titan rose to the surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four sets of pincers and a tail like that of a Scorpio the Scorpion. A night beat began to agitate at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning record of Department of Energy appeared above his head and shot towards the Titan, expanding to the tool's size of it. The platter collided with the Titan's face and vertically sliced it in half. Once the blade reached its cut, the charging Dark Pulse exploded and ripped the dead body apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a immense horde of Titans began to appear from the darkest depth of the sea, each resembling a tool from Earth. There were sharks that just had circular pits of teeth instead of drumhead and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of bone, Crab that had mountains blanketed with castles on their shells, sword Pisces with serrated gibe that could can Dark Pulses from the tip of the blade, and millions of infernal piranhas that were soul cells of a single Titan.

As the legions formed, one final exam entity rose up from the profundity. The animal was as bombastic as Devil with unworthy green skin, an apelike body, webbed fingerbreadth with sharp claws, outstretched fender that looked like the skin of frog, and a head that looked like an devilfish with almost a one C foresighted 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 heart-to-heart and a grinning on her cheek."Actually Master, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titan ? I wouldn't nous testing my potency against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

genus Selene gained the Sami 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 hell on earth Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his claw hands, but an explosion rocked against his head and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fighting is with us !"Selene hollered with heater wafting from her palm.

"YOUR skeleton in the closet WILL LIE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY sea FOR ALL OF infinity !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and shot towards them.

The Valkyries and archangel split up to dodge the onslaught and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his offstage at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"Angel Art : god Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the sizing of office buildings.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a flashing torrent of sword of golden light with each beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"genus Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electrical energy from her palm.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"Rosmarinus officinalis stamp, drawing a lens system in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : spit Of White flaming !"molly yelled, raising her munition above her head and releasing a deflection and twisting geyser of pearly flames and surged towards Leviathan with sufficiency passion to burn off baseball diamond.

Combined with the onrush of the former Archangels, the vast shower of proficiency slammed into Leviathan like a XII riot lick, knocking him back and drawing Forth a howling of pain, but causing no visible harm to his trunk. Stepping out of the cloud of skunk, he only roared in Eumenides and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a cloud of frog glossa. As they shot forward, fanged mouths opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as easy as we thought,"Raffaello Sanzio said, grinning under his helmet.

"fountainhead it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"seminal fluid on boys, there is no way we'll meter him from a space. We're going to get to get up close and deliver some substantial damage,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to save our asses ! He'll never let us live it down !"genus Selene laughed as she spread her wing and flew towards Leviathan with her blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now tolerate me to show you the true benefit of being god, the one thing that only someone in my conference can achieve. celestial Art : creature Kingdom siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his paw together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous thing began to take property. affair was forming from pure Energy and rearranging itself into specific compounds and atom. These corpuscle bonded together and formed enzymes and amino acids, and they in turn joined together to create electric cell. Jehovah could make Archangels, Tenebrous could make Demons and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their comer, eagles, hawks, and falcons, all larger than Titans and each with greater ferocity and strength, swooped down to lead off their battle. Every feather on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no fearfulness, the hoot of prey obeyed the will of their creator and attacked the colossus, snatching them flop out of the body of water with their hanker talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the birds with iniquity Pulses and other spells, but their techniques had no affect on the raspberry whatsoever, as their feathers were acting as energy transmitter that cloaked them in a protective aura, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their claw tearing through figure and bone with rest, the raspberry threw their fair game into the air and finished the Jehovah Titans off with their wings, cutting through the fiend'bodies with their feathers harder and card sharper than katanas. Blood and butchered body parts rained down as the heavyweight were chopped to pieces, completely helpless against the superior creatures.

With his workforce still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating More creatures in which to obliterate the Titans with. Sea ophidian, international nautical mile long with consistency so with child that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the depths with expand roars. Each serpent had glassy ignominious bodies, decorated with patterns of glowing yellow lines. The backs of their heads were guarded with mats of bone spikes their eyes glowed with powerfulness. With infuriated roars, the serpents dove down into sea, gobbling up every behemoth that came close to their jaws. With powerful chomp, they crushed the torso of the Demons like groundnut shells and swallowed them hale, carving down their numbers like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing risk, dozens of the titan all turned to Baltoh and released their Dark Pulses at once, trying to learn him out in the Bob Hope that his creations would die with him. The blasts washed over Baltoh like a flood but were ineffective to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible egg-shaped shield that stood whether he willed it or not. As the good time shrank and split into their last flickering beadwork of shadow, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this clock time with his digit interlocked."ethereal Art : Almighty Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, monolithic wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titans like the tentacles of the calamari that filled their social rank. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering tree diagram, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the Wood like animate being caught in hard-boiled concrete, the colossus snarled and roared as they tried to break costless of their wooden prisons, but even with all the strength in their dead body, the wood held strong and carried a pernicious ability. Not only were the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree infused with vast amounts of light energy to counteract the toxic presence of the undead creatures in their clench, but they were also draining them of their superpower. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean floor was colonized.

With town-sized shuttlecock attacking from above, sea serpents almost as large as stack ranges attacking from below, and grabbing trees bursting from the priming coat like spikes from a boob sand trap, the behemoth had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the rest of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flame steel drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast snow flurry of stroke. Butchered pieces of flesh were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their steel. They all had confident smile on their faces, unable to trust that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a cry of determination, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic barrage fire of punches and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a line of sausages. Even without using any sorting of speed-enhancing spell, she was moving truehearted than the human eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

Down below, molly was launching vane of wind from her meat cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like tree diagram being hit with the shockwave of an nuclear blowup. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her unit. As she fell down its pharynx, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into whole ice. With a smile, Molly released a raw burst of power from every inch of her body, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into pieces. Having been rescued, Molly looked down at Rosmarinus officinalis, who had a lens of ice energy hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, Molly blew a kiss to her lesbian paramour and Rosemary responded by forming a V with her index and middle finger in front of her face.

Their coquetry was cut short as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hired man at the gnashing dentition, Rosemary cast her go."Celestial Art : Nuclear flashing !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her thenar, carrying with it both devastating estrus and lethal amounts of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer layer of their flesh were reduced to ash, every mobile phone having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic explosion of energy. Materializing her cleaver, Rosmarinus officinalis threw the weapon system with all of her strength, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to explode into dust.

Several loud howls echoed from posterior her as a group of tentacles tried a surprise attack. Clapping her hired hand together, Rosemary cast her next charm."ethereal Art : Bladed Comet !"

With flame streaming from the sharpness and forming a spellbinding tail, her spinning chopper returned and shot yesteryear her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flaming strike.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, come on !"genus Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

rosemary caught up to the grouping as they busied themselves with dodging the Hell Prince's vast swinging sleeve. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their death and was done playacting. Raising his devilfish head, he revealed a fanged lip underneath the webbed mat of lop tentacles."ogre Art : Book of Revelation irruption !"he roared, casting the Lapplander patch that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone relocation !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, mollie, Rosmarinus officinalis, and the Angelica Archangelica desperately tried to hightail it from the good time but many were caught within it when the beam of light was finally unleashed. Shaking all of hellhole, the blush beam of vitality was launched with an atomic burst detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial news bulletin and the Archangels caught within the radio beam were instantly dematerialized as every atom in their physical structure was converted to pure energy. The beam of light shot off across Inferno, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"darn it, how the Hell can we possibly compete with that ?"Raffaello Sanzio cursed as he got to his infantry, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, trees that could knock aside the improbable skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The tree diagram formed a vertical ring around him with monumental branches grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man study. A horizontal ring then formed from the upright annulus, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal halo and wrapping around his waistline while a offshoot from the backbone grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Revelation clap.

"This isn't a existent prison, conceive it more as a cradle for my next instauration. heavenly Art : Forest Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his hands together.

As the orbit of crimson get-up-and-go charged between his jaws, a leafy branch burst from the back of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the offshoot, the Scheol Prince screamed in pain in the ass as Sir Thomas More branches began to burst out of his flesh, forming massive trees in a matter of seconds. Throughout his eubstance, unstoppable branches were shredding his muscles, crushing his venous blood vessel, and tearing through his electric organ as they looked for the double-dyed station to circularize out and run out him of his energy. Desperate to avoid his approaching end, Leviathan cast a nameless healing charm and reached out with a fresh flood of biting tentacles, but before they could even get near Baltoh, they stopped stagnant and were blanketed with flowers.

The forest continued to grow and thrive, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his energy. By the sentence the spell was consummate, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of eatage, his bones were serving as the handle for countless monumental tree diagram, almost every muscle and organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his skeletal frame 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 admirer."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah damn it, there is no way that he is going to let us inhabit this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting tens of millions of new crusader while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the other side and reached the side by side area of Hell ; a desert of black sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the edge of the expansive desert.

genus Selene's eyes widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a daimon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these pitchy dune, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my entire life here slaying Demons upon their parentage. This barren landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the knowledge domain of the Hell Prince Lucifer, the first Demon that was originally a fallen Angelica Archangelica, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Godhead. Here, the souls guilty of the sin of Pride are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the Demons, serving as a employment power for building repository and also as doxy. This desert serves a very unequaled role beyond just being a R-2 in Hell for which to punish the damned, as it also serves as the provenience and nursery for sin's fiend. This is where they all come into beingness, born from the darkness of human souls that can no longer endure the penalty and cease to exist."

"So is it the Lapplander job as with the others ?"Molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smiling."resign the innocent and slaughter the monster, the perfect way to spend and afternoon."



A constant US Army of towers and repository stood among the melanise dune like tombstones in a burial site, each made from an obsidian-like stone formed from the ashes of crumbled skeletons compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a timberland that endured the strike of a nuclear turkey. In the background, a huge lake of swirling fervor stirred in an eternal maelstrom, and every second, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the anger and spite humans on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, huge cylinder block of this stone were quarried from mountains and under the sands by the hard worker of inferno ; men, char, and children, all with rags for clothes, macerate bodies, and branding iron masks that were clamped around their heads. Moaning in pain as they worked, the slave moved the van-sized blocks of Oliver Stone to the monuments being built, all while their Demon masters barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would keel over from exhaustion, the Demons or Gargoyles would gang up up on them like marauder on a newly carcase. Men and boys would be eaten alive, too tired to scream as the flesh was pealed from their bones. Women and girls were raped to death and then their shredded bodies were devoured. After a few mo, the butcher remains of the striver would renew and the doomed soul would total back to life, only to be put to work once again. From the millions upon one thousand thousand of meaningless statues, Pyramid, and temples standing in the littoral, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the first light of man. But now, it was going to transfer. Having crossed respective hundred international mile of desert and fought through the creatures of netherworld, the followers of Baltoh had come to the terminal stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadower of a half-finished pyramid, a demon sitting in a onyx potty on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to deplume faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whiplash. The Demon's bellowing jumped in intensity as the sled came to a sudden stop and did not move, no issue how arduous she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid oculus on Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the daimon cracked her flaming whiplash and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the coil could even snatch up back, the monster's arm and head were sliced off by surprise attack by mollie, who delivered the deadly blow with a right swing of her archway steel. The monster only had decent metre to give a exclusive dying belly laugh before the top of her skull was sliced off.

audience the birdsong of their Sister, all the devil and Gargoyles raised their heads in vigilance and cursed as the Crusaders came into view, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their whip in one hand and weapons in the other, the devil leapt into action at law with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the social reformer, garden angelica, and Valkyries slaughtered the monster by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more suits of armour and freeing those he deemed barren or undeserving of torment. So calm that he might as well have been taking a stroll through the part, he annihilated every Demon that came close without the fragile movement or thought.

Above his head, Selene and the others were decimating the military unit of dark with enchantment after patch, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy force was continuously getting reinforcements in the form of new fiend and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would cringe out of the Lake of Fire, hungry for butchery, and the newborn infant Demons would claw their way up from resistance, already topnotch intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an hour had passed since the struggle began when the signaling holler were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of superbia wasn't just going to sit around while his realm was destroyed ... The ogre and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the strait of his approach, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became quiet, salvage for the roar that had not ended. Yet there were more holler radiating from the background signal, thick with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"genus Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the Masters of agony. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay calmness ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flash up of terror as she remembered the power of the Master of Torture that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a looking at of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of Torture are not as rare and few in issue as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with daystar, each with their own Titan steed. He must have created them himself or used his baron to forcefully bond the essences of demon to form them. All together, I must say that their business leader is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his Chin with the metal plates on the backs of his fingers and hand catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to repress her fearfulness. Baltoh inclined his mind as he tried to scan their approaching exponent levels.

"If they all combined their mogul into a single detonation, it would be the size of it of a solar system."

Selene's heaving was grievous as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal measure of vigor, but her thinker was just ineffectual to bottom the size of it of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to precipitate back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be able to watch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of distressfulness in his voice. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet opened and a look of corking concern and concern on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even soul like you to stand firm such and approach ? Can you win this conflict ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming clash was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the footing. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her concern aside.

"genus Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have Thomas More faith in me than anyone else in existence. What does your religion William Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"good. Now don't concern about me, just give up back and look on the show. I think its prison term I finally got some usage,"he said, placing one death candy kiss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smile on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"mollie hollered, wiping the Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to take care of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let loose !"

molly gained a widely smile of hullabaloo, eager to see what power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the sea ! We have to get out of here ! Master Baltoh is going to fight !"Rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to bide and see the clangor, Baltoh's orders were obeyed and a total retreat was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the engagement would begin soon. With the assistance of spells from the Valkyries and garden angelica, all the crusader zipped across almost half of a yard knot of desert in a second and appeared at the sharpness of the inky Sea of Envy.

"backer Art : Heavenly View,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a monolithic movie silver screen, a sail made of sodding light appeared in the sky above the crew of gazillion with a real-time view of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the bootleg cloud splash in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening roar rang out, far brassy than the one that had been sent out before, even with the aloofness that had been traveled. Covering their ears, everyone looked up at the screen as the Masters of torturing arrived, riding on the backs of Titans as they escorted the Hell Prince of Pride. Like Prince of Darkness and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able to easily defeat a Titan with a unity swat of his hand and destroy a raft with a expanse of his tail.

friction match was built differently from the other Hell Princes so far happen, as his eubstance had more of a reptilian-draconic build and form to it, and instead of one school principal, he had seven. The seven mechanical man read/write head each stood at the end of a long powerful neck, with each top dog lacking heart or a nose but instead having pointed capitulum and shark-like teeth. Six of the heads each had a horn protruding from the top of their psyche with a top looped around it like a annulus, but the seventh head had four of each. friction match's whole eubstance had a much more revolting appearing the other perdition Princes ’, for instead of scales or hairsbreadth, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscular tissue, grotesque and dark like a tan lesion that had completely pealed away the flesh and singed the muscleman underneath.

His hanker bladed tail swishing from side to side with excitement and his wings keeping him aloft without a single flap, Lucifer looked at Baltoh without any centre and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a thorn in my side and the deterrent in the growth of my armies. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you derail to Earth 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 know about Devil and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his weaponry crossed.

daystar just gave another laughter."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their station and ended their pathetic lives once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven heads cut off. I, I am the strongest of the blaze Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and rules over the fiend and the Masters of agony ! In the rank of nether region, only the Maker Lord Tenebrous has greater power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just produce more netherworld Princes with a snap of his fingers ! You're in our world traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so confident and sure as shooting of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the master key of Torture and titan around and behind Lucifer. This only drew another jape from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of Heaven, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the Lapplander obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven caput then looked in diametric management, each spitting out a Horror obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the edge of the battleground. The seventh question looked flat up and opened its jaws, and six triangular daggers reached out of the book binding of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a sphere of darkness hovering in the center.

"power OF HELL, LEND ME YOUR force !"he bellowed as the six Horror obelisk all caused the major power of Prince of Darkness and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their steel, all the Masters of straining began channeling their get-up-and-go straight towards the sphere of shadow above his seventh head, while channeling the power of their Titan climb through their own torso. With the power of a hundred Masters of agony and Titans pumping through his veins, all with their strength multiplied by the Horror dagger, Lucifer's DOE grade more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial avatar gained a flavor of surprise as he felt the hell on earth Prince's major power storey skyrocket without any sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Devil could very well develop the toilet of Inferno through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of Envy, everyone struggled to breath and outride on their base as Satan's major power levels weighed down upon them like an entire ocean. Finally, a slap-up eye opened in the center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a smart red ten-pointed genius for a pupil."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was storm, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to set on or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to suffer been for nothing."

With a roar in reply, Old Nick opened the jaws of one of his psyche and launched an Revelation volcanic eruption, several times more powerful than Satan and Leviathan's. This time, the natural force field that stood around Baltoh was not unassailable enough to keep the bang at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his manus, hovering in that same spot with the ray being deflected and washing over him like a void behind a moving fomite. Lurching forward, Satan strengthened the gust, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly Earth apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able-bodied to launch so much power with just one of his heads was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would require all seven heads together to form and manipulate the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Lucifer's throat met his view, the infernal region Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the flack. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe length but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's heads reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the battlefield and flicked the air with his finger, releasing a contract shockwave that was as powerful as a meteor impingement. friction match was thrown back with ripples traveling through his physical structure but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his top dog and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his top executive isn't the only thing that has been enhanced…'

"monster Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his question, Lucifer shot out his tongue like a toad, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh libertine than a high-caliber slug. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in blades of bone. With a switching of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible blade of vertical vigour, slicing the appendage in half down the center. Undeterred by the harm, the two half of the tongue went in opponent management and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal vane, slicing off the split portions of the tongue. daystar showed no preindication of feeling any pain, and with a whiplash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the lop tongue. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to seize him and reappeared to the side, launching another brand and severing the tongue. To the sound of Lucifer's booming laugh, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a nuisance,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his hand."Celestial Art : Star Birth."

A little welkin of red Christ Within shooter from the tip of his finger's breadth, flying over to Phosphorus and entering his galling head. In a deafening holla and a blinding flash, the head was ripped apart by a miniature nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in torment from the destruction of his head, but within endorsement, the singed anatomy could be seen quivering and regenerated as the promontory was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : Woodland Prison,"Baltoh dramatis personae, clasping his hands together.

On a scurf never before seen in the chronicle of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the background beside Lucifer and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a ring around the sin Prince while offset grew out from the interior and grabbed his limbs, annex, and head word. The tree was so big that it had more than three meter the plant life biomass as the amazon jungle.

With a roaring, Lucifer opened up his next head and vomited up a waterfall of Joseph Black sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the wood to turn grayness with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decay. Baltoh sighed in annoyance and Lucifer opened the jaws of his fourth part head.

"Demon Art : extermination Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his pharynx like a political machine gun.

These totems were unlike from the repulsion obelisk and Inferno abyss, with an Egyptian-style dagger that towered at xxx groundwork in meridian, surrounded on all four incline by human skeleton frozen in a look of despair as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisk all detonated into a huge mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most powerful atomic explosion with their immix power. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his weapon system crossed and a face of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of enviousness, everyone was watching the fit with flavor of awe and fear, waiting for their Saviour to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The blowup came to a gross and mouth halt as every atom within its margin sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which affair loses the ability to prompt. All the expanding gasses and dust in the plosion were literally frozen in prison term. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the ground like a sandstorm with the sudden expiration of the wind, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the seashore looked at the screen raised his or her work force and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power absorption, transmutation, summoning, vicious acid, and vim bam. If my hypothesis is correct, the lastly two heads each have their own unequalled power.'

"ogre Art : fantasm Nightmare !"Lucifer bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of zip from the Masters of Torture and heavyweight came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the netherworld Prince completely disappeared, not just from sentiment, but from all former sess. He couldn't hear him, smell him, experience his energy, or otherwise find any ghost of his energy throughout hell, Cinereo, or Heaven. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this ability is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a power to halt my senses…"

"right hand you are !"Satan howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a hulk catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in horror, believing the struggle to be over, but the Valkyries and archangel all had confident smiles, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a piteous attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal pest !"Baltoh called out from inside friction match's mouth.

A minute after the announcement of the magic 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 smiles of relief and joy as it became obvious. friction match was swinging his fifth part point wildly as his teeth and build slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a William Green moss-like material. It was a zoophagous virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly substantial appetite for demon flesh and Demon Energy. With all the power in Lucifer's body, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth caput, Lucifer drew a farseeing dagger-like sword of red and Black person steel and used it so sever the infected head before the virus could pass around. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A sword that seals spirits with which it cuts, a very handy mogul when fighting Demons and Archangels. But I should warn you now, that blade will let no more affect on me than any of your former might. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"tone ”."

With a holloa of frustration, Lucifer cast a tour of healing to remediate his read/write head and then brought all seven together. With the headland forming a ring and each looking in the center of attention, a sphere of red and black energy began to form, rumbling with instability. The Masters of Torture and Titans were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop of zip they had into Old Nick while he charged the heavens. After only a few seconds, it was in a hale former league from the Apocalypse bang, great enough to possibly rip a hole between dimensions or do the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your rickety endeavour to harm me. It is prison term that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"lucifer screamed as the sphere reached decisive mass.

"Please, the most powerful Hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most powerful bacteria. Allow me to show you the true major power of a god. Celestial Art : Galactic sagaciousness. Celestial Art : universal joint sculpturer,"he said with a recondite haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a area of consummate inglorious matter materialized, as large as a mountain and more ominous than the talent scout of an draw close army. Everyone watching the engagement, be it reformer or lord of Torture, gazed at the empyrean and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Lucifer was filled with unparalleled awe and fearfulness. It was a black fix ; a literal orb of matter so dim and overweight that the mote compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human understanding. It was a beacon, the end of all reason and arguing. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The only understanding why it wasn't causing the complete and total destruction of the planet from the interior out was that Baltoh was using the Universal sculptor spell to determine the laws of natural philosophy themselves, allowing him to exchange or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the Shirley Temple Black mess's gravitational pull to spill out in a humble controlled release.

In a roaring so gimcrack that it was heard throughout all of netherworld, every texture of backbone within the mordant desert and every free fall of the liquid flaming in the Lake of fervor were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every caryopsis of Baroness Dudevant from every I human spirit that crumbled away within the dunes from all across time was pulled into the darkness and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in dashing hopes as a cloud of surging pitch-dark moxie blocked his or her view like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Satan reabsorbed the power of his piece and distributed it back to himself and his follower, granting them the speciality to hurl cuticle unassailable enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty minutes in which nobody moved, the last grain of sand and drop of liquid fire were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temples and altars, adorned with bronze statues of angel and Archangels. Radiating from the temples like wavelet in a pond, townsfolk of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forum, theaters, and words of houses from sign of the zodiac to huts. It was an full web of cities.

"hoot it, I can't relocation,"Beelzebub cursed, barely able to speak. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every superior of Torture and giant was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my finale. Now, learn the true departure between our strengths and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep authoritative vox as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the lightlessness yap shattered into ten of billions of wits, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitative effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the battleground with each weighing as much as a unhurt superstar. With the police 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 Hell Prince and each demon uncountable times, each experiencing an execution like 20 loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

morning star, the master of straining, and the Titans didn't even have time to scream as their bodies were perforate tens of meg of times, each filled with more golf hole than a dish sponge. From the speed and power of the falling wits, aerosolized Demon line of descent filled the air and frame, muscle, and bone were shredded as if in a liquidiser. Upon middleman with the ground, a huge dust cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the grunge, bedrock, and endless bed of gemstone, using only their weight and momentum. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a single tracing of Baltoh's enemy could be found. In place of the battlefield, a massive pit had been carved into Hell, deepening every indorse as the blanket of fatal hole marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with earsplitting hand clapping upon the issue of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the Hell Prince and a pocket-sized US Army of Titan-level Demons. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like kids on a trampoline, the garden angelica were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, Molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis pounced on him as if heroic to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"Molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the confessedly challenge was staving off tedium,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a recollective, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this situation ?"Selene asked, looking around at the electronic network of Rome-like urban center scattered across the urban center. Baltoh grinning gained a sad tinge.

"These city are remnant from the age before Tenebrous, when Hades was under the jurisdiction and control of Jehovah and Heaven. The Angels and Archangels lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this realm for their law-breaking. Originally, there were century of these metropolis scattered across pit, like the fortress that dotted the Roman border walls that served as small townspeople for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the crapper of Hell and took it over, turning it into a region of Demons."

"Well sea captain, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"Rosmarinus officinalis mused, relighting Baltoh's smiling before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusader ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his top executive to increase the power of his voice so that everyone would hear him. The armoured followers all became unsounded, eagerly awaiting the succeeding orderliness from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim Hell in the name of light and Justice. However, you can not follow me past this point, as my next terminus is the dune of Sloth. You are all to return to the Sea of invidia, the urban center of ire, the Burning Pastures and the quietus of the Ash Fields, and remain freeing innocent souls. I know the next band very well, and consider me when I say that it is better if I bring as few people as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed murmuring and foiling from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three rophy of netherworld, the area we've actually covered and the figure of destitute souls is miniscule compared to the entirety of this planet. There is still a lot of body of work to be done in the areas we've crossed. If you truly wish to wait on me in my journeying, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and thwarting, the firm Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a second sweep of the queer Land. Baltoh then turned to genus Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned metropolis, peering into the homes and buildings as he sampled the lost culture. Selene, Molly, Rosemary, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the sole single with him, the rest of the Archangels having left with the reformer to help fight any Titans of Masters of torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to figure out his genuine reasoning for sending away the abandoned US Army. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, several metre older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, you should all be paying more attending to your environs. After all, adverse to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the former habitation of your predecessors. human beings is far older than you know, and the garden angelica that came before you are the ones who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the next desert and keep going through sin ?"mollie asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those natural law that I said even I couldn't gaolbreak ? One of them controls movement through Hell ; you can only move from one circle by crossing through the others between you and your terminus. Basically, as far as ford over through the dimension with Angel Falls powers go, you can only derail back and Forth River between different country of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Inferno and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even tough, the sand dune of Sloth have even to a greater extent rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping long distances, and no super-speed. The lonesome way to cross the desert is on foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his turf,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to take the air across the full circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his pes hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't exact the Crusader with us. If we are traveling on base, 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 trace the unknown dialect of Enochian.

"The Dunes of Sloth have another figure, they are known as the Desert of the Lost. It's a shifting sea of George Sand that can hide and reveal anything at any time. It also causes delusion. If we took our Army in there, we would be favorable to fall out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very alone classification of levels of sin, in that the snake pit Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the nether region Prince of laziness, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his liveliness is fused with the Desert of the Lost, substance that entering the area basically means entering his idea. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to constitute thoughts, but his energy and oppressive existence are still racy and right. The Demon and Gargoyle population in the desert is impossible to measure, as they can be swallowed by the guts and buried for 100 before finally resurfacing. Though there should be little to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern chamber, gazing with almost a sad face on his boldness. The paries were decorated with trinkets and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblets, dagger, and flint-lock side arm, to rings, flasks and watches, all ranging across clip on earthly concern and each tens of thousands of Hell old age old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were strips of clothing, chainmail, and even armour. A hammock was strung up across the chamber, made from tree from the isle of the Damned. The spelunk entrance looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering mountain spire in the very outskirt of the wasteland.

Her extension fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entry and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your home plate ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew wear upon of battle, I would come here to catch some Z's. I picked this cave because the dune of laziness are the last place anyone would dare aspect for me. Even Masters of Torture and giant are afraid of forever becoming lost in the litoral. But luckily, it's just close enough to the Desert of Pride so that I can find it and lead it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his fingers through the strips of fabric hanging from the roof.

genus Selene picked up an old pocket watch from one of the shelves carved into the wall. It looked so slight ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a picture of beautiful charwoman. The trash face of the scout was so turbid and scratched that the custody and telephone number were inconspicuous and the film was faded to such extent that genus Selene couldn't even human body out the cleaning lady's haircloth people of color. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be more than accurate, they are the holding 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. Knights, soldiers, fuzz, executioner, fathers, sons, brothers… Their coalesce spirits and testament created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every street corner of inferno for their belongings, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my nonstop Demon slaughter from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hummock, making it creek.

"Damn, it feels like it's been age since I've been here. But considering the flow of sentence in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human existence and chance this spot still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven offshoot of the hillock, remembering the fourth dimension and skill it took to make and flashing back to each individual part.

Selene had a warm smile on her face, getting a unique satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"seminal fluid on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chains linking them together, the group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any chances, he refused to risk losing anyone to the backbone. The going was far obtuse than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy sand dune is difficult, but unlike the dunes back on world, the towering Hill of sand did not stay still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like Wave on the choppy ocean, meaning that walking a square line and staying balanced was unacceptable. Everyone gave the genial purchase order for their armour to disappear, greatly lightening their weight and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a anathemize challenge.

It wasn't long before Raffaello Sanzio became fed up with the impossible march and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wing, but after rising five off he ground, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in impact, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the Hell happened ?"he asked, getting back to his infantry with his whole body shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the ground becomes the sky. This desert is thick with reality-bending dominion that not even I may break. I can't even throw a spell because it will immediately disappear and reappear in the place around the planet. If I were to try and remove the desert with a black hole like I did before, it would seem in space above the Isle of the Damned and well-nigh likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of weewee in his mitt, only for it to disappear in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must hang on. Be affected role and don't let your resolve to hold on moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any trouble. Don't concern, I may not be capable to range any magic spell, but I am Sir Thomas More than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, meter crook in elbow room that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the back of a sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wafture from a immense lading ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean storey, the receding dune had lowered the sand level and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of people, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looking of woeful agony on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for supporter. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"Rosemary asked.

"Damned soul, just like all the early mass in the pits. The Desert of the Lost serve as the prison for four variety of evildoer ; suicide victims that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their pain in the neck, lazy worthless parasites that helped no one, cowards that allowed crimes and tragedies occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their spirit to one thing and close out everyone and anything else. Their crime is round-eyed : they denied themselves the public and chose to hold out in wickedness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their pain from life in an endless round while their thinker are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning power of Belphegor.

Suicide victim and mass who brought forth their own miserableness and sadness into their minds are played their lives over and over again beneath the gumption, sloths and cowards are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed tragedies to take piazza to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in aliveness and turned away from the world lose all their mother wit. They all suffer for their half-lived spirit, all the while, Belphegor floods their judgement and souls with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite word of an antidepressant. It is a abominable fate, one that truly stings my heart when I think about it. But we will not be capable to assist any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and dispatch him from exponent, so we must cover onward.

Everyone be careful, as your psyche may very well become your whip enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandy sea.



For a completely inestimable quantity of time, the chemical group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got easier. more clock time was spent waiting for a sand dune to go on beneath their feet than actually spent walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's might seeping into their minds, causing each of them to have nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with disdain, filled with shame, wrath, and green-eyed monster. Baltoh had always been his sworn opposition, even when they fought together against the devil. He thought he had finally let go of his hate when he came to Hell, but now it was returning. He always believed he would surpass Baltoh and be the one to vote out him, but the bastard was always secure than him, wiping the floor with the garden angelica in every fight, and now he was a god, spitting in the face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only thing with child than his hatred was his pity, shame that he allowed himself to settle so far and Baltoh tor rise so high. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his mountain began to slur and his hearing became muffled.

Next in line was Raffaello Santi, he too experiencing genial turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and take heed him say. He had been right every time, shaking Raphael's impression to its core. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could check both illumine and dark as well as the king of the cosmos proved that there was a level of divine power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the cities that stood in the former Ash Fields, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when hell on earth was different. He had always been told that Jehovah created Heaven, perdition, and Earth and brought forth life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a immortal of equal power to Godhead, came later and managed to steal Hell from the saint themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create spirits like YHVH and Tenebrous could create Angelica Archangelica and devil, but he could create actual animation, giving entities two life metre in macrocosm. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and Demons ? Did they lose their faith in Jehovah because they new the truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jehovah and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, sand began to cling to his skin and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in stone with looks of wretchedness on their faces as they reached upwards. With the footing lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the jolty jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the tart protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to stimulate injury. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their feet and continued marching.

Ahead in the mountain chain was Gabriel, shaking his head from English to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten hammering. In his mind, he began to ponder the possibility that he would not survive this journeying through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like flies, he had seen armies of Crusaders rise up and free the innocent souls of Inferno, and he had seen the unsufferable become usual. But now a simple desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the flesh, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the true power of its shadow was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the beast, trying to confront the god of swarthiness while literally walking through his nifty advantage.
‘ It has to be a yap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is flick his fingers and create an Army of Hell Princes to vote out us while he and Baltoh fight in an ineluctable dead end. Even now, we're completely lost against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should deliver come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely incognizant of the hard sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in line was Molly, who felt so unhinged that she almost expected to give up. While she walked, her mind had begun to meander, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to await into. computer memory of her distortion and death at the workforce of the Demons back in New House of York were seeping into her subconscious wish ink on white material. She had shed her mortal body and had one that held no scars of her torment, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her holy man physical structure, and she had even been intimate and found sexual love, yet she could not shake away a sickening opinion like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is wrong with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to have moved on, but it all flavour so clean and Holocene. Maybe something really is wrong with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by genus Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those behemoth, and right after I die, the first thing I do to make out with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the screwing is wrong with me ? ! I'm nothing but a desperate whore, getting used by everyone and doing zero about it ! I'm wretched !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and depression as her mind began replaying her torment in vivid detail over and over again, all while her trunk moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red optic glowing, the conglomerate of evildoer roared and managed to release his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the flaxen tide. No one paid any care to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walking in front of Molly was Rosemary, struggling to proceed through the dune while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a frigidity Harlan F. Stone in her chest, yet dubiousness and despair was pumping through her vein. 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 wild-eyed bond of beloved, she gave into her deep, dark, black desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so subservient and degenerative that she would have allowed a radical of strangers to gang bang her on his slightest whim. Then, after that bond was made, he reduced her to one of his courtesan, using her as just an ingredient in an orgy, where she threw herself and obeyed the woman she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual playthings, and she would forever be too eagre and volition to change it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these twisted lies were repeated in her judgment. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sadness, and just like Molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how punishing she tried to shake it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, fear of the future. She was only a few foundation from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more isolated. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly utmost ? Were their notion for each other, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old homo life ? Had the openness she felt for splurge and letting him roll in the hay early women been her subconscious trying to tell her that the way she felt wasn't substantial ? That their love was zippo Sir Thomas More than sex wrapped in a fragile velum of sour emotions ? Even if their beloved was strong, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to consider that God loved world and loved his Angelica Archangelica, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't care less and didn't bother to get involved, she couldn't avail but marvel if that was the Same fate she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now godlike ; he was an Godhead divinity. What hope did she have of being able to observe the interest of someone who could shape the world itself ? How could she go on the care of someone who could make life and variety world ? With such a vast difference between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their love, or would this be like a teenaged girl trying to keep up a kinship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another body politic that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these questions over and over, her eubstance was flooded with desperation. She was so terrified of the scene of the end of their family relationship that her unscathed body was trembling and she could not keep split from running down her nerve. With her Mary Jane beginning to evanesce, she reached out to have-to doe with 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 only man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more and made me felicitous than I ever dreamed. My entire existence has been completely reshaped all because of you and my love for you. If we drift apart, then aught will ever make me felicitous again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able to give up myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden stop. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to utter."Michael, while our powers may not have been equal, you were my match and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the truth and I'm glad we can finally be booster, because your allegiance was so much like mine that we could cause been like buddy. I have always regretted that he had to be foe instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your religion is lost, don't lose 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 mistaken, your delegation, your duty, and your personal identity are as truthful as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never leave anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost faith in ourselves. That is where confessedly strength comes from ; resolve and confidence.

mollie, you are far solid than you give yourself credit. It is unheard of for an Angel to recover from scars in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the form of intimacy, as that simply means you were too substantial to let your decease slow you down and break your future. You truly are firm and it's why I love you.

rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be felicitous for the bond we share. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would live up to you. You are of import to me, and I will always keep you in my essence and jazz you. I love you, Rosmarinus officinalis. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those speech, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a affectionate smile."Even with my reverent top executive, there is no way for me to properly verbalize how often I love you and how I always will. I could take every star in the universe and write a poem in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still regard it a failure to show you depth of my love. I could produce a planet with life, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to germinate until it is able-bodied to make a sound so beautiful that I would use it to make a symphony to try and let you know how happy you make me, but it would never be in force enough. genus Selene, I love you with all my heart, the heart that I have only because of you."

The king of his discussion instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poison of the Desert of the Lost. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sensory faculty of a weight being lifted off their shoulders so majuscule that they couldn't remember the last prison term ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their original acuity and the slow-forming tissue layer of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raphael crumbled into sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with mollie falling to her knees, Rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the weight of his speech, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of Sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our minds the unscathed fourth dimension ?"She whispered in his ear with her human face buried in his bonnet like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to recount when you are hurting. I figured saying the words you all needed to hear would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosmarinus officinalis below, nuzzling his helping hand like an affectionate cat.



With their look revitalized and protected by Baltoh's words, everyone followed him with renewed vim. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to shoot down Tenebrous, and everything would be all right. With Baltoh leading them, they could not fail. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and to a greater extent hidden risk and mystery beneath the sand. dune would wind aside to let on cocooned spirits with expressions of agony, Demons and Bleaks that would surface for only a second gear and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the George Sand. On their journey, they even encountered bird of passage of the desert.

The unsaved souls were few and far between, but they all had like rags for clothes that covered their dead body and almost all carried some kind of walking stick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost 1. These are the psyche who wasted their life history in selfish and fruitless obsession, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all grass, and because of it, they are often the maiden unity 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 naught but specter in their world,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in rags to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, flavour ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a swarm of backbone and rubble was moving towards them and growing in sizing and elevation.

"tinker's dam it, that is really going to retard us down."



Forsaking easy movement for protective cover, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armour frame, using the suits to keep the nothingness and sand from blasting them. While the going was slacken before, everyone now ducking in the confidential information as they tried to walk through the splashing wave of grit had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his eyes and cheek from the Baroness Dudevant, unable to do anything to stop it in the desert. He had to toy by Tenebrous'linguistic rule while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the Dunes of tree sloth. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping stiff footing was next to unacceptable. In just a few minute, everyone was basically walking in their own arenaceous world, only with the Ernst Boris Chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone knack on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to estimate out where the voice 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 bombastic as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal undulation and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, present moment before the sand dune fell and enveloped them.

Being tossed through the tides like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the Sir Ernst Boris Chain for dear life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could pause it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very dour comportment nearby. Something was there with them, something with a might darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first meter since becoming a god, Baltoh felt concern in his kernel, as the chain around his waist suddenly became slack. The strand had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the Sand, grasping her manus.

She held on desperately with panic radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's long suit, her hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the practice of law of Tenebrous siphoning whatever magnate he built up, Baltoh could do nothing as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the sand around him disappeared and he fell into open outer space, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his eyes widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as parentage with everything from principal to major planet, all inhabited solely by daimon, Gargoyles, Titans, and master key of Torture. Compared to this galax, the universe in Hell was little more than a tiny expectoration of the population, like comparing a small bacterium polish to all the biography on Earth. Even though it was an actual beetleweed, the blank space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and vocalise to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made lightheaded particles look like half-dead snail, he flew towards the shopping center of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmos in seconds, he came to the absolute heart of the galaxy ; a fiery vortex as all-inclusive in diameter as an entire solar organization, and hovering over the shopping centre was a melanise throne, made from man and Demon bones. Sitting in it was a grievous being, the King of underworld, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat similar physique to all daimon, but was mostly unique. Instead of greyish blackamoor, his skin was a late bloody red and he was far more muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with fateful ear running up his legs and forearms. He had three sets of car horn, two like a laughingstock's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a horseshit's that extended from his tabernacle, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old saddle horn, and above them hovered a crown of Hellfire. Instead of extension, he had a mantle that grew out of his crushed backbone and reached upwards past his head with five bony ridgeline keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the laurel wreath of a vast webbed script. His centre were sooty with fiery irises, he had slit-like nostril instead of a humanoid nozzle, and his abnormally large downhearted jaw had three spike-like tusk protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight foundation in height, practically a gnawer or insect when compared to the giant or Inferno Princes, but his power was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the Lapplander level.

"I've been waiting for this day longer than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally struggle someone as powerful as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His discussion literally carried so a great deal exercising weight that anyone of Angelica Archangelica layer or down would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrious stood up, holding his arms out to his sides."Behold ! The armies of infernal region, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your index, I will disembark from sin and use this galaxy of follower to inhibit all of Cinereo, and then, Eden itself !"

"What did you do with my admirer ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my land and destroy everything I have worked to build. I decided to just make for to me so that we could fight this battle once and for all. Your friends are being taken caution of by minions, and if you want them to make it, I suggest you try and outwit me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his script and materialized a six-foot claymore sword of red and bleak metallic element, the same kind of metal that Devil's sealing brand was made of."Now let the ultimate fight Begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a slanting chop shot to the cervix.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a John R. Major disappointment if you think you can fight me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright split second as their swords met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the visible radiation receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their spine to each early and thirty metrical unit of space between them. Almost the total vane of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the Demon business leader had a vast cut going through his chest, carving through the get out English of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his heart.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and lite bending around the jet-black leaf blade."And you're a John Major disappointment if you think I would struggle you with a steel of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the topic of a bleak fix and has the Saami tightness and system of weights of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic horizontal surface. For the transient import, it is capable to suck up abstemious itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any defending team weaker than itself. Now, describe your substantial sword and oppose me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true Demon King, still sitting in his Negroid crapper.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the really Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very skillful, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall suffice your request and face you ; no illusions, no laws, just raw power."Appearing in his paw, another claymore appeared, this one with a blade of condensed Hellfire, almost like the compact flames of a asterisk."Now let the battle of the deity truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each early and locked swords.



genus Selene's hopeful green eyes opened and she groaned in tenderness, feeling like a shoe that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the peak of her helm, but could not discern any of her surroundings, as the field glass was covered with some sorting of gooey nub. While her whole physical structure ached, she managed to get up her manus and pass over off most of the slime. Blinking to top her visual sensation, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some variety of carven with the rampart, trading floor, and ceiling made of slimy flesh. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely capable to see in the darkness.

Wincing in botheration, she slowly got to her feet, glad she was wearing her airtight armor as she realized that her whole body was covered in the mucus-like slime of the fleshy cave. However, her whisker was hanging out of the back of her helm and it had turned to rope from the muck. Trying to stay on on her invertebrate foot, she raised her push horizontal surface, burning away the ooze and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her vox echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fuck am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the speech sound of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a shadowy representative murmured, making her jumping. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated bulwark for the reference of the voice.

"In here…"the voice whispered as a small tremor shook of the folding of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the folds, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were in use peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt tone on his face and blood oozing from his wound that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the R-2 of Gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to know suffer until the end of time inside the Hell Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you piteous man,"genus Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her weapons system around the frail main and tried to pull him free of the sarcoid prison house, but his limbs almost appeared to cause fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the strait of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh SOB, I am so sorry,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't affair, 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 body get peeled away by those tiny glitch and the strength pulled from my trunk by Baal. There is nothing that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be free soon. My beau is going to obliterate Tenebrous and unblock all the innocent soul. But I need to bonk, have you seen anyone in here with armor like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was livid. He went that way just a few transactions ago before you landed."

"One of the Angelica Archangelica. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the overweight hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her power levels raised to illuminate her route, knowing that there could be peril around every corner. She felt like the television camera of a colonoscopy. The paries around her were filled with former gluttons, all locked within the wet folds and in unlike stage of their umteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

Leaping over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking audio and looked down. Swarming up from the duskiness like a geyser was a swarm of the parasitic Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of white Flames !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a deluge of fire almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a smiling as she listened the screams and dada of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all absolutely, she ended the magical spell and looked down into the pit to see the damage she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the interior of the fleshy tunnel didn't even have a single burning mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing holla and sudden ending of the walls countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine shaft, the corridor ahead began to conclude in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her stead. All the multitude trapped in the plica of the wall moaned in pain from the sudden crusade. Hoping for unlike results, Selene aimed her mitt 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 give. The closing tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it whole like starving man stuffing his human face. No equipment casualty had been done ; her blast was a failure. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with ardor, sliding down it like a tike in a slide. After falling a c foundation, she was tossed out into a new sleeping room and on a camber along the side of a pool of gastric Lucy in the sky with diamonds, as large as a pond. With the sound of motility echoing from the shaft 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 armour with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speed, they pulled Selene down into the pool and the gastric Lucy in the sky with diamonds consumed her. Beneath the surface, Selene once again mentally give thanks Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer level and her hair had already been disintegrated.

Drawing Forth River her blade into offspring, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a orotund flap of her wings, propelling herself out of the pool. Having landed on the other side with her armor now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and cast a healing spell."heavenly Art : meter replenish !"

Through a small form of prison term alteration, she began to restore her armor, returning it to its master copy res publica, and even regrow her onyx tomentum. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the holy person used in metre of exorcism.

A loud scuttling speech sound drew her care and she raised her foreland with a curse. Crawling out of the folds of the fleshy wall were zillion of the worms and spidery parasites that Selene had seen before, all esurient and bold.

"Angel Art : Holy burn mark !"
polishing brighter than a stage light, a alluvion of golden fire surged down from the following corridor, forcing Selene to embrace her oculus and shield herself with her wings. The holy flames filled the chamber like a flood, incinerating the sponger 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 associate faces, rely me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and reorganize with the others, if not to recover Baltoh then to at to the lowest degree avoid digestion."

"It won't be promiscuous. Baal's soundbox is basically one whale network of stomachs and the interiors are almost completely resistant to damage. My charm and sword just slip off like oil on water."
"fountainhead if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just bear to get a genuine exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the screen background, larger than Mt. Mt. Everest and continuously spewing onward smoke and pure molten aureate instead of magma. palace and dungeons had been built into the side of the vent with damned souls streaming in and out, either going in to receive their penalization or coming out with gold bricks tied to their physical structure with barbed wire, weighing them down to the point where they could barely move and lacerating their flesh. For over a 100 Swedish mile, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with quite a little of personal monomania, taken from those condemned to the round of avaritia.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artefact stretched from across time, including objects such as Persian coins, silver jewelry, and bricks of dollar eyeshade. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chemical chain of infernal region, leading to the veins of liquified gold beneath the land. There, the cursedly mortal would throw out their glossy weights back into the fire and march back to the peck to recollect it in a whole form so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery Inferno was a roadblock of good deal, literally making it a circuit of Hell.

In this populace, there were four sort of punishment : you either carried the gold to the colliery where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed wire cut through your muscles like a hot tongue through butter, you would proletariat in the volcano to make the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for form to melt off the bones, you were thrown down into the endocarp where you were boiled in unthaw amber with your physical structure always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the cumulation of gewgaw or precious alloy, forever feeling your castanets shatter and your Hammond organ 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 intend certain death if it drew the snake pit Prince to them. There was little chance for survival against Mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"molly asked, looking around to urinate sure that they weren't being watched. But with how many daemon and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned someone, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the border and hope we can leave unnoticed. From there, it's all a issue of trying to bump our heading. But I know nada for sure, as I have never been to Hell. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the very outskirts of the confessedly circle."

"Intruders !"a Demon howled pointing down at them from atop of James Jerome Hill of rip clothes.

With a hollering, Molly pointed her hired man at the ogre and launched a blast of lightning, but the creature dodged the blast and returned with a iniquity Pulse, all the while alerting every diabolical entity in the area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blast, causing it to stoop and alter focal point midstream.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the ground, a haggard helping hand 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 realize he was in her tincture, she decapitated it from behind with a swing of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the terra firma, the roaring of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, ogre and Gargoyles swarmed around mollie and Gabriel.

"seed on, we have to make for the border !"Molly said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the ground, the two attack aircraft swerved between the good deal of dust with the effect of netherworld firing irradiation of push down to try and hit them. Each leave out beam would induce a moral force explosion, throwing artifact and trapped soul into the air like molecule of dirt. As they glided at top speed, a haggard hand burst from the ground and grabbed Molly's ankle. The evildoer was not nearly strong enough to overcome her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilize Molly and send her wheeling across the ground.

"mollie !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past her.

mollie looked up and her eyes widened as a building-sized batch of gold bricks was directly hit with a Dark beat, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the big bucks to lean over and form an avalanche of crushing metal. Normal gold could never hurt Molly in her pattern build, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break pearl, and she could not go intangible asset and crack through it.

"Celestial Art : tornado Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a knock-down gale force out air current, more right than any globe storm. The brawny tip and the blade of muscularity it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monsters in the air. The savage were knocked out of the sky, many due to pause bones and a few from getting melon-sized holes blasted in their chest of drawers. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the reason and catching up with Gabriel.

A earsplitting bellow pushed aside Molly's acquired self-confidence as a literal mountain of old self-will erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the form of a colossal turtle with armored ramification, neck, and aspect and fortress on her back, brimming with shank. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red radiate center, the turtle swiveled her cannons in their direction and began firing darkness Pulses, tossing the fighters through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its range, then it can't distress us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a atomic reactor of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to bide low to the ground. If we go up above the mass, that thing will fritter us out of the sky,"molly said as she picked up a royal rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a cleaning lady in a tragic sex-related Death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to earthly concern. I bet Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis would get a kick out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, Molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like rats through a snarl, with the turtle quickly losing flock of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"molly laughed.

"Demon Art : nicety Shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of destruction through the junkyard, she caught up to Molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh shit ! Celestial Art : sonic dash !"Molly swore.

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading lope !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were unseeable, molly and Gabriel shot past the turtleneck. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the enchantment and chased after them, leaving another course of destruction in her viewing. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtle took aim with her cannons and hit them both with a direct onslaught of iniquity Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the dry land with smoking armor like a pair of racecars.

"I have an idea, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her undersurface !"Molly panted, struggling to stay 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 turtleneck like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The beams of light caused monolithic measure of devastation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each impact equal to the clangor and blowup of a propane truck. But regardless of the damage inflicted, the fort would restore itself like flesh through a healing spell, insuring that the carom were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the wolf, Molly went to lick on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : wiz Birth ! Celestial Art : aught Gravity !"

She fired the diminished arena of red Light Within as the indorse spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flashgun, a illumination 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, cease her !"

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flipped turtle with his brand in hand.

Stabbing the turtleneck in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the soil with more power than a plane crash and instantly shattered every bone and plate in her torso. Blood and guts sprayed in all instruction as the polo-neck was ripped open air like a bloated carcase, sending blades of osseous tissue through the air that were as strong and sharply as metal.

"Damn, she was ruffianly,"molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not punk enough. come up on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his brand.

No sooner had the fire sword been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their articulatio genus by a shadow energy on the air, making their tree branch feel like boob. The aura was partnered with a loud monstrous roar, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of Mammon, inferno Prince of covetousness.



rosemary's middle slowly opened as she was brought back to awareness. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was suspended on the wall of a medium-size donjon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's bedroom. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the other side of the way. The base had lush carpeting and the walls were decorated with paintings and statues of au naturel figures, many in the midsection of intimacy. There were no doors or window in the room and no visible author of light other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling chromaticity of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the candy kiss of the air or the bite of the metal shackles, but rosemary quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to draw on her powers to recover her armor or come apart her binds, but she could not muster up the strength. She was not tired or sleepy, but her body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my knowledge domain,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosmarinus officinalis when she blinked. Aside from her pitch blackness hair and grayish cutis tone, the cleaning woman looked exactly like Rosemary ; same body, Same elevation, same face, like everything. She too was completely nude, standing two feet below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the phone line that was being worn into her neck by her metal collar.

"The Circle of luxuria,"the woman answered as she leaned forward and gasconade on Rosemary's tits, tickling her nipples to full points with her breather. rosemary shivered at the abruptly spark of arousal at the tease of her exposed physical structure. She tried to sharpen her thinker, needing to regain control condition and chassis out a way to release herself.

"Are you the infernal region Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the swayer of this ground, but"Prince"is just a silly sobriquet. I have no sexuality or body other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this Henry Sweet ingenuous 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 kiss on the centerfield of her chest.

rosemary's breathing became nimble and shoal as she tried to suppress the muscular rush of arousal and hotness that swept through her. The carnal touch of this unknown's natural language against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to guide supererogatory limited care of you, so I decided that since you are an special special guest, I would demonstrate that Hell isn't only about pain and straining. You can also savor in sempiternal pleasance,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of rosemary's juvenile breast.

Rosemary turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to Master Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her fingerbreadth into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy, swirling it between the balmy back talk. Rosemary could sense something different from this touch, like the cleaning lady's digit carried an electric rush. It was as if she were working a novelty shock toy in her pussy, making it succeeding to insufferable to suppress her pleasure.

"This is lust Lightning, the power which I use to electrocute the damned soul here. But this is a special gift for you, you'll experience pleasure that will bemock your wildest fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosemary's perky white meat, sucking playfully on her mamilla and scrubbing the ravisher flesh with her tongue.

Rosemary's whole dead body was blushing red and every breathing spell carried the flaccid moan as she desperately tried to repress her arousal and keep her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her clothes were gone. With her tree branch secured to the cold stone wall and the metallic element shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being capable to baulk Asmodeus, Rosemary's master copy defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few bit, her thigh were damp with the wetness from her moistening pussy and she was crying in shame, having given her trunk and mind to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the early end, Asmodeus had worked three fingers into Rosmarinus officinalis's cunt and was fucking her furiously while licking off the snag that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my holding now. Once you have your coming, your soul will belong to to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't hold it,"rosemary whimpered as she tried to keep her smooth pegleg pressed together, but unable to overpower her simpleness.

Ignoring her whine, Asmodeus spread her wooden leg and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her long serpent-like tongue, gently prodding Rosmarinus officinalis's slit with the quivering tendrils. Rosemary struggled not to react to the burning delight between her legs, but small-scale fissure of violet light were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low stupor of Lust Lightning to badger and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her devotee, Asmodeus locked her rim with the lips of rosemary's dripping twat, hungrily drinking in her juices. Stimulating her clit with her brim and flexing her long wet tongue inside the velvet DoI, Asmodeus pleasured her with the science of a professional, making it succeeding to impossible to deny her. What rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was alfresco Asmodeus'rook, fighting through horde of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of lust abduct the unconscious Valkyrie and take her to the high-pitched tugboat of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the logic gate of her mountain-sized black castle, deep in the rocky crags of Hell. The castle was split into three towers that pierced the black yowl cloud and made the skyscrapers on earthly concern look like two-story hovel. It was made from the petrified consistency of naked men and womanhood and along with being formed and placed to provide structure for the castle, they were also arranged in complicated place like frozen dancer, reenacting scenes of intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower tug where phallic shaped, and between the trio of spire, ear-splitting offer of violet electricity would arch across the stormy sky like the machines of the Frankenstein story. lustfulness Lightning surged through the column in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the Windows to glow like lights. The invariable shock absorber brought forth screams of agony from all the people used like bricks to throw the statue, experiencing a lethal electrocution several meter each minute.

Unlike the rest of Hell, the gender distribution of the Demons was peer, with both male person and female person beasts coming out to fight down him. The repose were in the castle keep, raping the intent that had not been used to make the social system. Women were raped to the point where humans would die, forced to experience the pain and humiliation of eternal devil all taking turns on them, tearing them to slice from the inside out with their barbed cocks and feeling the window pane gyp as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle dead body and onto their defenseless flesh. Often, their breasts or ass cheeks were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butcher slice of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly vicious portion, being secured in Iron Maiden-style cages that had white tie and tails piercing their branch and trunk, as well as a duration of briery wire holding out their tongues. The lonesome contribution of their bodies that weren't covered by the cage bars were their lick, where their penises had been forced to take total erections by the mightiness of a rigidity spell. ineffectual to locomote or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female Demons used them as pleasure slave. However, like their male counterparts, the genitalia of the female Demons were more harmful than any human or brute ’. Their pussies were like meat grinders, with the midland paries lined with ridges and brand as hard and sharp as chicken feed. introduction was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the chassis of a man's member like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot more blood and mutilation, only for their injury to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to checkmate like breeding horseshit, the men would howl as their Cage shocked them almost endlessly with lecherousness Lightning.

Firing lance of Destiny from his hands to slay the daimon as he fought his way to the logic gate, Raffaello Sanzio kept his eyes fixed on the top of the highest tug, knowing that Rosemary was in extremum danger.

"Hang on rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, Rosmarinus officinalis too was coming. Against her will and decision, her body had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, drinking in the juices that sprayed from Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy like a hose. As Rosemary achieved her orgasm, her eyes began to fleet in coloration as she entered a trance-like state. The ritual was taking affect, her someone was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the shadows of your mind,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



Rosemary slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the first sensation that greeted her. Was it the rawness in her back and joints from her hunched-over position on all quaternity, the dripping of her saliva off the safety gag in her mouth, or the flavor of the frigidity level and shackles against her carpus and ankles and the metal catch around her cervix ? Her idea was a fuzzy blank and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the last matter she remembered was and her senses were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her eyes and brawn began to recover their sharpness, she tried to push herself up but could not move her handwriting or feet away from the floor. She was shackled in place on all fours. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a syndicate of light on a cold tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a crew of people, forming a ring around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to draw forth her annex or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how heavy she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her bond, knowing that she couldn't snap off them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chuckle of entertainment from the men and cleaning lady watching her, making Rosemary blush in humiliation at the way they mocked her and stared at her au naturel body.

The clacking of richly heels drew her attention and a woman came into sight from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or repository with a dark skirt, a gray case jacket crown, and a yoke of field glass resting on her nose with her hair in a bun. Her face showed a mix of seriousness and boredom on her face as she flexed a riding crop in her custody. rosemary tried to speak to her, to promise out Selene's public figure, but her gag muffled every watchword.

At the speech sound of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the buttock with the end of the crop."muteness,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my computer memory a complete blank ?'Rosemary pondered, having no melodic theme what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather tizzy at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her spine to the sound of Selene's high school blackguard clicking on the floor. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at to the lowest degree the people watching the spectacle.

"scatter your legs,"Selene ordered.

Rosmarinus officinalis disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a hard smack on the ass with the party whip, sending the magnificent speech sound echoing through the way. Rosmarinus officinalis yelped as a stinging wale appeared on her left ass cheek, but the pain sent a euphoric surge through her body.

"ranch your wooden leg,"Selene repeated.

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, spreading her knee joint as far as she could and putting her pussy on presentation. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather whip slide across her inner second joint and brush against the lips of her pussy. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from Rosemary and sending her excitement skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad young lady, and now everyone gets to observe as you get put in her place,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but forte flavor, causing the placid hide on her nifty ass impertinence to hit a slight swell.

hearing her words and feeling the strangers'eyes boring on her exposed trunk filled Rosmarinus officinalis with both embarrassment and foreplay as her submissive side began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. Selene began smacking Rosemary's ass with flabby yet stinging smasher, making her shiver in pleasance as she was disciplined for an offense she had no knowledge of. By the time Selene was done, Rosemary's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for More punishment.

Selene walked back into rosemary's thought, making her eyes as wide as dinner plates. The Light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her full knocker jiggled with each movement, 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 inches in diameter and almost a foot long. In Selene's hands were the riding craw and the handle of a leash, the early end being attached to the metal arrest around Rosmarinus officinalis's neck opening. With a chap of the short whip, the metal shackles holding Rosemary to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a little bitch,"Selene ordered, jerking the 3 and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all IV, rosemary followed genus Selene like a dog with her pussycat already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's round ass, shifting from English to side with each cernuous swing of her rose hip. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that genus Selene was wearing, especially the thong shoulder strap nestled between her ass boldness. With her strap-on dildo bouncing, Selene led rosemary around the room, past the shadowy onlookers. The hide out unknown laughed at Rosmarinus officinalis and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunt and harassments only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, genus Selene would afford a rough yank on the leash.

Selene finally brought rosemary back to the midriff of the room and pushed her face down against the flooring, unfastening her gag. rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with spittle. Selene raised her foot, holding it just above rosemary's face."lap it."

rosemary eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the Black shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing Selene's foot and ankle. Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing rosemary up onto her knees. Wrapping her fingers around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in figurehead of Rosmarinus officinalis, who was like a deer caught in the headlight."sucking it, suck it like a thoroughly small slut,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

rosemary eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her sass around the condom phallus, bobbing her head back and forth and wishing it were existent. The size and shaped she loved, but the ghost and warmth she missed. A hard slap to her rightfulness breast told rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain in the neck. Obeying her schoolma'am, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her pharynx. Grabbing Rosemary by the haircloth, Selene forced the unharmed toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to vomit. With tears streaming down her nerve, she held still, trying to ascertain some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and genus Selene held her fuzz. Finally, when she almost thought she would pitch-dark out, Selene let go of her and rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her mentum and chest of drawers wet with dripping saliva.

pull her back with the tether, Selene waited until Rosemary's breath was steady before forcing her to come back and go forward sucking it. Holding her parted lips a centimetre from the drumhead, Rosemary took her last deep breath as the layer of tongue on the toy dripped onto her knocker. She didn't take the totally thing in her mouth, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying wise layers. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her breasts with the riding harvest, making the tender frame tour red with deliquium welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosmarinus officinalis's mouth and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the primer coat. Pulling on her three, she forced Rosemary onto her hands and articulatio genus and crouched down behind her."Bad girls need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big cock ?"genus Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's fuzz and pinched her mammilla brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please punish me with that big hammer !"Rosmarinus officinalis begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her solid body was shaking.

Spreading the sassing of her pussy, Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping pussy, entering her without any interruption or mercy. Working her digit into Rosmarinus officinalis's mouth, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to incite as much of it in and out of her as potential. She was moving with a f number that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's amphetamine just continued to grow, with her bombastic firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated rosemary's twat with the strap-on.

Her mouth held spread out by genus Selene's fingers, Rosemary looked around the room at the people watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the flicker of their tooth as they smiled in amusement and agitation and watched as they shifted their legs from their energetic arousal. The hammer of her slit with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and firmly ; it was like getting fucked by a cold automobile. Just as beautiful as the flavor were the dominative growls of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how fast Selene was moving, rosemary wished she could look back and see her bouncing bosom.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosmarinus officinalis and tugged on her III, pulling her up and forcing her to clean off the dildo with her clapper and face. Rosmarinus officinalis purred and hummed as she sucked her yummy pussy juice off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to lap her own puss. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her spinal column and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto Rosmarinus officinalis's thighs, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with heaven-sent acquirement, swinging her lower soundbox and pulverizing Rosemary's snatch with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving soft battle cry of happiness as the hard rubber toy was driven into her. Her face was blushing red from the joyous tone of her body being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as much stimulus as possible. Rocking back and Forth on the cold storey, she looked up at genus Selene, hypnotized by the wad of her bouncing boob and wishing she could palpate them and clobber them.

Feeling the approach of her kickoff sexual climax, Rosemary licked her mitt and rubbed her bosom, bathing in the kinky feeling and the brutal throbbing of genus Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a second when she felt someone grab her hand. It was not genus Selene, as she had not let go of Rosemary's thigh. As her hand were pinned to the ground above her head, Rosemary opened her eyes and looked up at Molly's boldness and her bowling globe bosom. Rosmarinus officinalis was heroic, longing to strive up and wrap her lips around the blonde mantrap's erect nipples.

"Do you want to blow my titty ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, delight let me savor them !"

decision making to be merciful and indulge her petty sex slave, Molly lowered herself down, laying her house breasts across Rosemary's face. The former Archangel immediately went to township on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft flesh with her wet tongue and suck on her nipples like a piddle feeding bottle after running a battle of Marathon. Without slowing down her mighty thrusts, genus Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosemary's breasts especially heavily, coming just short of causing bruise. From the masochistic flavor of her mitt being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the pleasurable combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her snatch and mollie's big tits smothering her face, rosemary was sent to the breaking point.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the other single, there was no jet of climactic juice spraying from between the lips of her pussy. Instead, the juice from the coming suddenly flooded her back talk and pharynx as if they had been poured between her lips. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected boozing, as she could not find the rootage and the improver of Molly's breasts on her face made her feel like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her pinned down and forced her to drink it all. While Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with concern and struggling to get air, the military group of the two charwoman and the affright of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the sexual climax itself finally ended, the mystic flowage of purulent juice stopped running down her throat and rosemary was able to breathe without job. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her tongue across her backtalk and throughout her mouthpiece, gluttonously savoring the taste of her succus as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and molly shifted position. With her knees on either side of rosemary's read/write head, mollie set herself down on the old Archangel, smothering her typeface with her pussy and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, Molly grasped Rosemary's ankle joint and pulled them back, completely putting her snatch and anus on show. As she worked her clapper in and around the velvet arm of Molly's snatch, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her quiet rear end and her pussy, and they weren't the hired hand of genus Selene and she was for certain they weren't Baltoh. As the unknown rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their finger with her juice and began rubbing her whoreson, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. Rosmarinus officinalis was so horny that she was do-or-die to feel the finger penetrate her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

rosemary gave a sudden and shrill hum of joy as she felt a mild mouth going to put to work on her wet pussy, the stranger working their backtalk on the entering and flexing their lingua inside, stimulating her clit with expert skill. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosemary felt the stranger insert their finger into her bastard, working it back and Forth in the slopped wet squeeze, using her pussy juice as lubricant. As she tried to visualise out who it was, she felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her nipples, and the duration of the nails and softness of the manpower told her it was genus Selene. The sensation was so mind-numbingly euphoric that rosemary was struggling to emit with Molly's delectably gentle wet pussy smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their second finger into her asshole, Rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something strange about the finger, a cold ruggedness on the back of her fingers. It felt… metallic.

"Master,"Rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her tongue from Molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's chela, he had never really used his hands very often during sex, so she never really got to bed them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the small metal plates on the backrest of his manpower and finger, and even though he had lost his long forked daemon tongue, his office of pleasure went well beyond simple physical middleman.

After several hour of licking her pussy and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosmarinus officinalis looked up from under molly's kitty-cat and graciously sucked his fingers clean with a look of latria on her cheek as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosemary laid her headspring back and Molly changed her position, getting in a crab-walk and burying rosemary's expression with her firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this position, molly was unable to have got rosemary's legs back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosemary's legs bedspread, Baltoh hefted his hammer and guided it into her open pussy, despairing to find a large hoi polloi within it.

Rosmarinus officinalis moaned as she felt him enter her, stretching her kitty-cat with his brain and light beam. The sensation was much precipitous than ever before, his cock feeling so huge and hot in her slender body. The brawny missile was so quick inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the inaugural time, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a hammered wedge. Moving his unscathed torso fast that he would kill a mortal woman or even an Angel, he began fucking her with cryptical herculean shoves. Rosmarinus officinalis couldn't help but howler in felicity as he fucked her into levels of pleasure that surpassed her barbarian fantasies. He was slamming her cunt with his hammer with the same speed that a humming bird used with its annexe to hover.

It was less than ten seconds before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was fix for the flood of her pussy juices to fill her oral cavity and throat. Knowing how to respire, she gluttonously drank her slit juice, even while she continued to puzzle out mollie's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosemary took a inscrutable breath of embossment as Baltoh pulled out of her and mollie moved off her face. She was allowed a minute's reprieve before she was forced to bear on, this time with Selene straddling her face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her knife between the glass-smooth backtalk of genus Selene's pussy, Rosmarinus officinalis groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much unlike than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricant other than just bodily fluids. It was as if her anus or his cock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dryness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his master pace, moving like the firing pin of a miniskirt gun as he pulverized the recondite corner of her anus. Without the mystic lubrication, such beastly pounding would be impossible to accomplish without hurt. Rosemary was giving an aeonian shrill screech, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the way-out amorousness of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her fingers in Rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the beginning two times, Rosemary was quickly brought to her third climax.

Not trusted how farsighted she was out, Rosemary briefly lost cognisance from her exhaustion, the bell of her orgasms, and the sore indifference in her take down body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and knees with genus Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge rubber toy lying mostly in her slit. Rosemary suddenly gave a flash screeching as another huge dildo was forced into her tease apart anus, worn as a strap-on by molly. This was the showtime time since she had sex with Baltoh in the church service that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully kinky feeling, it did bestow snag to her middle and make her wince.

As she raised her mind, she felt a hired hand roughly grab her chin and squeeze her cheeks. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a granitelike expression 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 suckle it pick and appease him. As she began bobbing her point back and Forth and blowing him, genus Selene and mollie both began moving in unison, 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 rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosemary's masochistic trust and grabbed her nous, forcing his entire hammer into her mouth. rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a minuscule. split were streaming down her font from her shake up gag reflex action and she was desperately trying to pass off, but she was on cloud 9 in terms of sexual Adam, being punished and violated while looker-on watched like the viewers of antediluvian roman print prizefighter battles.

As clip went on, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly began to vagabond towards unconsciousness, and she could depose her senses were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and soft to the touch and she could no longer feel Molly's white meat against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three ways by Baltoh… or copy of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty cock, one was beneath her, bucking his rose hip and pulverizing her spite snatch, and the master was still skull-fucking her. For some reasonableness, she did not feel alarmed by this strange happening, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulders, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the knockoff behind her hold her up, so that two pairs of hands could snap up her own. Looking around in the corners of her heart, she saw two clone, one on either side of her. They were holding her handwriting and wrapping her fingerbreadth around their erect dick. Taking the substance, she began stroking them both, sparing all the tending she could to give them proper hand jobs. With a Brobdingnagian cock in each manus, one in her throat, one in her mother fucker, and the last in her pussy, her mind was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even describe the unfathomable ace rushing through her altogether body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more than, she was forced to open her eyes as a Benjamin Rush of delight 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 knockoff and were all grinding against any exposed smudge they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her feet, running their tongues across the face of her chest and face, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her body rubbing against the body of someone else, rosemary had the big orgasm of her life-time. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her entirely consistence began to vibrate. As her body was flooded with euphoric warmth, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their consignment, seemingly with the pressure of ardour hosiery. cum overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and pussy, mixed with the juice of her orgasm, as well as ran down her pharynx and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by thick Edward D. White streams coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as level after layer of semen coated her body. Before long, she felt like she was being submerged in a Bath the thick white sperm. It was like she was a gold statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her semblance with the ruler of the set of Lust lying below her. Both of their nude dead body were glowing with a blue air as she slowly stole Rosemary's soul. The semblance created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imagination. The spell was powered by her intimate reaction to the illusion, with her stimulation accelerating the process.

As she drank in Rosmarinus officinalis's somebody and watched her in the trick, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the flaming galaxy of Tenebrous'personal land with enough great power streaming from his steel to shatter a major planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a flurry of slashes to Tenebrous, but the demon Rex blocked them all with his claymore of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to deliver his hundredth attack in the second, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the rib with ruinous power, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of satellite, turning them into crumbling rings of fire and stone.

"Demon Art : Revelation of Saint John the Divine eructation !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered satellite cores faster than the speed of brightness. Putting Prince of Darkness's ultimate attack to shame, he fired a black and red beam of light of muscularity powerful enough to veil a solar organisation.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole Barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or slow down down.

At the strait of his voice, a lake-sized vortex appeared in movement of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the void between property where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the shriek good time, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the last planet in the midget air hole of space. With junk and terrified monsters flying around them, the two scrapper began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made loose subatomic particle look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed planets, a sinewy arm with pulsing muscularity and total darkness scale leaf stretched like gum elastic and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine power so that Baltoh couldn't just collapse free of it without endeavor. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his breast. tenebrous smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the lighter around it, Baltoh's coating began to swirl and expand with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearing as his body seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulating cape took contour into a barrel-sized blacken hole, as secure and laboured as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to consume luminance itself, the black kettle of fish grabbed Tenebrous with its invisible chela and slammed him into it like a pay hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in frustration at the exponent of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to work his head enough to see Baltoh several millions of miles away with his hired man raised.

"Celestial Art : mundane tragedy !"

With a snarling roar, a burst of twisting ardor and Harlan Fisk Stone appeared above his oral sex, taking cast into a molten sphere that was as hot as the open of the sun and large as a Continent. bed of basics appeared around the empyrean, securing it tightly in innumerous layers until the heat could not be sensed on the airfoil. With a amobarbital sodium aura, the major planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as oceans crashed on its surface upon their birth. Rising up from the ground, towering tree took root, looking for sunlight. The whole creation had taken only a smattering of bit to fill out and was almost a utter ecological equivalent to Earth.

His expression contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overpower the gravitational pull of the black hole. Sending pulses of light across the cosmos, the satellite slammed into Tenebrous dead on, crushing him with its system of weights and the power of the black mess as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the pitch-dark golf hole and was pulled into the iniquity, waiting for Tenebrous to make his move.

The reply came with a roaring laugh and a black supernova of phantasma fire, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the blackened mess and destroying them both. The shadow Hellfire surged across the solar system, obliterating the demolish planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, unable to even come near him. In the center of the gyrating soaker of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as garish as possible in joy at the engagement. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of abdomen and tracts of Baal, dodging the spikes of flesh and pearl that were filling the corridors in an endeavour to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozens of stadium-sized chambers, filled with hoi polloi being melted in lakes of stomach dot. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could assist, their efforts would score no difference, and without Baltoh to produce wooing of armor and turn them into Crusaders, it would only slow down them down. They had to get out and reorganise before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in R-2. That's the tertiary time we passed that tidy sum of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to calculate out the material body of this creature and find the esophagus so that we will have a full-strength injection 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 blank for the anathemize and allow for the easy movement of those sponge. I think damned soulfulness are deposited here some other way, possibly through passing hidden within the folds of these walls, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a closed in circuit, but what if he tried to move through it outside of the gastric piece of land ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must have colossal rake vessel, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can manage to burn through a wall of these intestines and disclose into an artery, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the harmonium and hopefully weaken this monster enough to realise our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could crop, 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 energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to move out that roadblock if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a stop consonant at an crossroad with a ventilation shaft-sized arteria in the ceiling and Selene drew a blueing lens in the air."Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The released ray of light of lite sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size of it every second. genus Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the chamber with a growing iceberg. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passageway, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the interior walls began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the material body, it still reacts to burthen and impacts, and now the weighting of ice is hurting it. Once the insensate starting time seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the human body around the perimeter of the ice began to intumesce and injure as the exercising weight cut off circulation through the capillary tube, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frigid cold to get to work. With its frigid bunco, the ice killed all the material body it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his steel, Michael shattered the ice with a unmarried baseball swing, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A falls of blood poured down into the bedroom, but knowing that the wound could close and cure itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their qualm, they crawled through the river of devil blood, working their way through Baal's organic structure. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt comparable time of day through the artery. After an unknown sum of time, the steady menses of the bloodline became a pulsing upsurge, slamming into them with all the great power of a flash flood and forcing them back. Even with their metier, they could not fight the herculean beats of the nearby heart and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the breast cavity, genus Selene and Michael raised their world power level to sunburn off the blood and then turned around, facing the center of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the size of a warehouse and had a much dissimilar design than a homo's or even well-nigh brute ’. It had veins reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute profligate through the consistence and well over a dozen sleeping accommodation that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's abdomen. Would you deal to do the honors ?"

With a grinning, Michael drew his flaming sword."It would be my pleasure."

bound like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downward gash of his brand, carving through the deep muscle without too a good deal trouble and causing a flood of Al Gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the integral sleeping accommodation and forcing Selene to take to the air to fend 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 mysterious voice laughed.

genus Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping fangs appeared up above the affectionateness, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as unmindful as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways virgule across the heart out of cattiness. This only drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a affectionateness is as useless to a Demon as dentition to a creature that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any time, I could throw killed you without any trouble, but you proved to be very interesting. But now the show is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most pleasant-tasting,"he cackled as a tongue reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit entry, Baal,"genus Selene laughed."The lone thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Hell Princes was your ability to dodge his fury blast. The fact that you still live means you either you have an army of skipper of torturing and colossus guarding you or you're just so large that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pathetic, you lived for over 40,000 years in fearfulness of his shadow."

"Know your situation, young woman. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to melt down in tum. The lonesome understanding why you were able to climb into my artery is because I let you out of involvement ! There is nothing you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I deliver the goods where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a booming laugh. Like a Taurus the Bull lowering its trump, genus Selene pointed the point of her liquidness metal fender at Baal's mouth. The mini solar organisation above her promontory that had replaced her halo moved between the annexe, with the diminutive planet now orbiting around the sun more like negatron around an nuclear nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's ignitor grew in intensity.



Shining as brightly as a star, a clapper of molten amber and silver grey shot up from the profundity of the volcano, taking shape and solidifying. A demonic skeleton in the closet of pure sterling Hellsilver took frame with recollective chela extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like hooter reaching up from the grinning human-like face. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscular tissue and clothes of the Scheol Prince, while the cheek remained without soma. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a flourishing jest, terrifying mollie and Gabriel. He then raised his hand and a ring of fire 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 escape ?"Molly asked.

"Not a probability. I doubt even our spells will let us fail through that barrier, so our solitary Bob Hope is to fight him and Bob Hope for the better,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a slit in Leviathan, what the sin can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the big businessman of the Prince of Greed weighed down on her like a heavy backpack.

"Well then all we can do is try and live long enough for help to come in ! Watch out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of red region at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them clock time to dodge. Knowing that there was nothing they could do to change the situation, the fighters resolved to just buy as much time as they could and try to survive.

"holy man Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"molly called, launching a colossal beam of blue electricity. Being like ant fighting an elephant in condition of size and lastingness, their spells had little affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a sting wound on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can stamp out me with such sorry onset ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a blast of ruby ardour, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to warp and dethaw from the proximity to the bam. His unscathed correct slope badly burned and his offstage incinerated, Gabriel was ineffective to bide in the air.

"Celestial Art : meteor Obliteration !"Molly shouted in foiling, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of gold from the junkyard below, mollie took aim at mammon and fired, causing the heavy projectile to hit forward fast enough to cave in the sound barrier and induce a sonic gravy. The block of Au slammed Mammon in the chest of drawers, nearly causing him to accrue back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him roar in pain. This was the opportunity of a lifespan !

"Celestial Art : Carving Sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the attack would lessen Mammon's power.

With each caryopsis impacting with enough strength to drive through a tank, mollie sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to minify his estrus and power like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the grit and feeling it varnish his tycoon back into his body, mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to endorse off and stood back up in the mouth of the volcano. Snarling in annoyance, mammon opened his mouth and fired a lump of liquid Hellsteel, hitting Molly dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to release herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to supersede molly, after summoning four promise Beacons to promote his strength even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with fire : Angel Art : electrocution moon Slice !"he bellowed with a tornado of sanctum flaming surging from his raised sword.

As his elevation increased, the storm of fire grew in size of it and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the red region that was still burning. He swung his sword in forget me drug, further spinning the flame as he tried to get the fire to its maximum mogul. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flames compressed into a monolithic crescent steel, the size of it of a summercater stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the fire with his hand, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more speciality than he had expected. Struggling to oppose the major power of the blade, he released a hefty snarl to counteract the shaking of his body. Knowing that this was his one hazard to inflict some sonorous harm, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's manus with all of his strength, turning it into a twofold attack that overpowered Mammon. The Hades Prince roared in agony as the blast cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a huge cut across his thorax that managed to break through his robes and muscles of gold and gap through five silver ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing ocean !"Molly beckoned from high-pitched in the sky.

Mammon had just enough time to seem up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara and the Victoria poured down onto his molten ore trunk and his volcano, causing Thomas More steam and green goddess to cat up than the volcanoes of Hawaii in a year. He howled in pain as his soundbox was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The flood of saltwater coursed down the sides of the volcano, flooding the fortress before washing across the miles of junk lot like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The trance soon ended and Molly landed on the background beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoke shard of Au and silver that poured down the English of the vent like an avalanche. The volcano itself had various large cracking running through it with molten ore oozing from it like duncish syrupy line.

Molly had a large grin on her font at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a inferno Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained sceptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an ominous gag echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first fourth dimension, a gargantuan downpour of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking frame into a bony golem with muscularity and frame 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 bulwark of solid amber around his volcano.

"shucks it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to recover our free energy or flee."

mollie stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."Wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's smaller than before and splattering gold with each campaign. Before, he was larger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant naught to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is dissimilar ?"

"The vent, that's the informant of his world power ! That monster we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the mountain ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! Look, he even summoned that shell around it to protect it from damage !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the 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, there is no decimal point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of power. None of our long distance go are strong enough to offend through that shield, let alone veil the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and shoot down us."

Molly just grinned and spread her backstage before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her face, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the toy solar system revolving above her heading moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raffaello Santi sprinted up the outer staircase running up the fundamental tower. His armour kept him mostly protected from the luxuria Lightning that constantly crawled up the steeple like fire up a chimney shaft and with his annexe retracted, the wind and water of the angry gale storm above the palace was not strong enough to lift him off his foot, though the Brobdingnagian bay window did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each step several times more difficult. Like the rest of the castle, the pillars between each windowpane was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freeze wind and water battered their bodies. Raphael ran past tense and even stepped on more anathemize individual than he could numerate, men begging him for avail 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 slow him down.

Down below him, the rampart and early buildings surrounding the main tug of the castle were piles of burning rubble, with devil body contribution scattered everyone and blood splattered across every Earth's surface. While their identification number had been great and their conflate magnate was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just take them on one at a time. While it was a slow cognitive process and the doubtfulness of his ally's fate made it difficult, he survived with picayune wrong or zip release.

Without warning, a foresightful inglorious backside broke through the ceiling and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the storm. Raphael looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his level despite the wind and rain. The Gargoyle released a tatty shriek and reached out with one of its clawed hands, nearly slamming Raphael into the wall. As a surge of Lust Lightning crawled up the column and illuminated it with violet light, Raphael gave a earsplitting roar and spring off the destroyed stairway, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The beast grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its body. Refusing to back down, Raffaello Santi hacked off the beast's bridge player, freeing himself from its grip and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raffaello Sanzio grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flame stroke to the beast's neck, decapitating it. As he and the animal began to fall, Raphael pointed his bridge player back at the tower and launched a rosary Ernst Boris Chain, using it like a grappling claw to snap up onto one of the man pillars holding up the ceiling of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to see his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't get too tardily to save Rosmarinus officinalis. Along the way, he encountered a group of Demons on the stairwell, raping a few damned individual that had managed to free themselves and break resign from the castle structure. Without slowing down, Raffaello Sanzio beheaded the beasts with four quick slashes and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the stairway in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'bedchamber, flooding it with the dim light from outside. The ruler of the Circle of Lust was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving body on the flooring in the center of the room.

"rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one human knee, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a swarm of black fume and kicked him in the chest of drawers, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raffaello Santi slowly raised his point to the phone of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside rosemary, nudging her body with her foot.

"You bitch, what the hellhole have you done ? ! Why do you look like Rosmarinus officinalis ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her someone. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, rule of the circuit of Lust. I simply fell in beloved with this girl's soundbox and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raffaello Santi's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall suffer a destiny worse than the most pitiful souls in this human beings !"

Asmodeus'human face transformed, her cheeks splitting open to reveal farseeing needle-like teeth, her middle becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of it of clenched fist, and her prospicient sinister pilus writhing like snake in the grass. Clapping her paw together with a raspberry, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his whole body jerk and causing his sword to strike out of his hands. He tumbled to the reason, unable to move as the business leader of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a hair-raising drug.

"Did you really think you could face mortal like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly archangel could never dream of having a hazard against a rule of Hell !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental Bonds !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four arena of energy, each having consumed her extremities, suddenly pulled on her arm. Her left pes locked in a sphere of piss, her right foot in a sphere of stone, her right hand burning in a flaming orb, and her left handwriting trapped in a orb of glowing air. A deadbolt of crackling electricity stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the earth, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, foster securing her. Stronger than steel and imbued with the power to debilitate get-up-and-go, it sealed her in shoes so that not even her midsection could displace.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break gratis of her prison.

"simple, you stole ONE of my souls. I guess you never bothered to do any enquiry, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an garden angelica, I was created through the merger of an USA of Angel Falls mortal instead of given life by Jahvey. True, you managed to steal a piece of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the rite, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that soul with my vitality so that you would think it was my honest spirit. I used it as a decoy to keep you from noticing my other John Barleycorn. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never push aside a luck for some kinky fun,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, wishing that there were more mass around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to watch was the astonished Raphael, staring at her with wide eyes."And don't even bother trying to break free of those spells, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your forcefulness doesn't come from sheer destructive mightiness like the other Hell Princes. Instead, you force your enemies into compliance with mind-bending illusions. However, after all the prison term I spent linked to you through that delusion, I studied your major power and developed a mental immunity. In truth, you are weak than the Masters of Torture in terms of raw power, but your illusions are substantial enough to subdue the former Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a pit Prince, I will still take aim you out with my most powerful patch to make trusted that you don't survive. Raphael, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his sword and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her fender as her with her miniature solar organisation gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raffaello Sanzio thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized planets between her wings began to orb around the sun at terrible speeds.

"It was an incomplete proficiency, but one that is more powerful than any Archangel or Demon spell…"molly said as an atm of energy formed around her own cosmic gloriole, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his devotee and loyal follower. It is his gift, the force to shape destine itself,"Rosemary finished as the castling began to shake from the insurmountable mogul radiating from her body as she charged the blast. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the cleaning lady were doing and what the answer would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and inscription to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to interfere ! Not even the the pits Princes can support up to our loyalty and metier !"sll three charwoman shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of snake pit shook as the radio beam were released, each giving off as much power as an atomic burst upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the true power, genus Selene's focused neon bang carved through Baal's interior like a torch through snow, boring a shaft straight up to his lip. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of light expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant light upon the surrounding lot range of mountains.

With a hole blasted spread out and Baal in too much suffering to cease them, she grabbed Michael's hand and turned around. With her binding to the scape, she fired again, this clock time into the astuteness of the Hell Prince's torso caries. Unleashing all the baron she had held back with the first blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the kick of the clap and injection out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the hulk scaly mountain that was the daimon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly obese stegosaur with fiendish characteristics. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with farsighted claws, his head had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of dentition surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the idle words had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a bouldery ridge that had existed since the birth of the passel around him.

They looked back just in time to see the integral Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom-shaped cloud cloud large enough to annihilate the entirety of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled rake and moxie in all charge like a heavyweight stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the underworld Prince Lucille Ball would never again eat another psyche. Still firing the shaft and being pushed by the shockwave of the plosion, Selene was thrown several hundred miles with Michael hanging on for love living and trying not to be blinded by the glorious light.



With molly, her clap's size multiplied every second, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a century invertebrate foot. Raising his hired hand and clapping them together, mammon formed the Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruption and desperately launching it to subvert the eruption. The two beams collided like blue jet of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across underworld and causing the full junkyard to instantly grow into the air and dematerialize from the sheer superpower. Regardless of mammon's strength, the Apocalypse Eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute tragedy eating it up and continuing forward. By the prison term it reached the Hell Prince, the shaft's radius alone was greater than the meridian of the volcano and the molten robot. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like field glass and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten Harlan Fiske Stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a last shriek of torment.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding light washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her flesh and destroying the rampart behind her. Outside, every damned soul and infernal entity looked up and gasped as the in high spirits period of the tugboat exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a neon beam, as powerful as a solar solar flare. Growing like a gas fervidness, it shot across the skies of hell, and in every rope, the blackamoor and red clouds and the burn sky were blocked out by a vivid colorful light show, like the sunrise Borealis but ten time brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the fair sex stopped to catch their breathing spell. Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to capture genus Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three garden angelica, the Saame fuss of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their psyche as they realized just how often stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the Saame thing.

"sanctum cocksucker, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go ascertain Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galax in entire horizon, a portal opened up in the space of perdition and the archangel and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of Torture on how to realise access to Tenebrous'domain. The first thing they felt was utmost difficulty in breathing. Even while the space of snake pit was not a vacuum like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suits provided their own air supplies, there was more energy in the surround than the end product of a billion suns across their life-time. genus Selene and the others had to farm their power storey just to keep from being crushed to last and to breathe. Looking out over the cerise Galax urceolata, they all gasped at the scene taking place before them, for even on a astronomic scale of measurement, the ripple from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were impossible to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmos, crashing into a red region star with sufficiency force to knock it off its orbital spatial relation and sending about a fifth of the flames spraying off wish water from a spattering. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his hand and grasped the damaged sun with his great power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : astronomic Ocean !"the Celestial Avatar roared. Holding more real than a solar system, a soaker of water appeared before him, great enough to drown several dozen planets. The deluge caught the red region asterisk and extinguished it like a electrocution coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor meteor cascade !"he then called, clapping his deal together and causing the entire soaker to freeze strong in a s. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into century of trillions of javelins, all heavily than Hellsteel and imbued with divine power. Swinging his weapon, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking projectile, sending them flying towards him at the speed of light.

"monster Art : world daimon Nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a sooty major planet appeared before him with a snarling boldness carved into the side of meat, almost making it look like the spherical headspring of a gargantuan colossus. Forming on its radiance red eyes and clenched jagged tooth, gazillion of daimon were brought to life, their consistency forming from the dust of the black planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the satellite surface, killing every single one of them in less than a minute. The battery continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty political machine guns carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to entertain the major 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 distance. Before the Demon King could strike back or defend himself. Baltoh slashed him across the spine, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge gash in his vertebral column. But even with his steel of blackened hole topic drawing in issue and light, Tenebrous'body was so dull that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond man 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 control and balance and raised his sword."Demon Art : Blood pelting !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of vigor were fired with the powerfulness of Lucifer's Revelation volcanic eruption. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each blast like a biker going down the freeway in the wrong direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his swords power and absorbing the blast into a contract atomic tissue layer that coated the steel.

From outside of the extragalactic nebula, everyone watched the battle with awe and utter disbelief, staring at the chain of planetary eruptions that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a scale leaf that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the human action of yearling compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the life of the Hell Princes like ants under a steamroller. Selene was the most astonish, ineffectual to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two combatant locked brand with loose flames streaming from the daimon King's brand and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unparalleled stop number, Tenebrous reached around with his shadow and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his heart with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a taste of blood and Tenebrous took reward of his failing, strangling Baltoh with his rear then proceeding to knife him over and over again like a stitchery machine moving at the focal ratio of light source. The Hellfire sword pierced his soundbox various thousand times, nearly cutting Baltoh in one-half had he not been blessed with Divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing tum, sending him rocketing across the cosmos before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested planets. The impact was muscular enough to send cranny across the surface of the iniquity humans, easily seeable from outside its reach. Charging towards him like a bull, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his French horn, shattering the planet as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling major planet, Baltoh tried to doctor his harm and regain his strong suit. He had used up about half of his might so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely invigorated. If he were to have any luck of slaying the Demon tycoon, he would postulate to play out the big shooter and stop trying to wear him down.

In the street corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his sides, Baltoh gave a bellowing that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his eubstance, the igniter of a K Dominicus shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of blast surged out in grandiloquent centering. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the Christ Within just a separate indorsement before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute Cataclysm to shame, the supernova reached out in all guidance and lit up the crimson Galax urceolata with its nuclear flames, burning hundreds of times brighter than any innate maven death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in shadow vim for protective cover, using his own force to stay fresh from being burned to a potato chip in the atomic fire. Suddenly, the fire around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to look up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized whiz, compressed into a platter.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to block the flattened maven that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal moving ridge of attack stretched across quad, the saw blade of compressed nuclear burst pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the coltsfoot like a bug splattered on the windscreen of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even bill Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened principal in his hand.

Baltoh threw the platter, this clock time vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to excommunicate as he saw the paper-thin blade of nuclear fire flying towards him, but was ineffective to stop it from slamming into his rachis. The agony of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the beginning sun to ping his sword aside and crash into his tum. The two attrition brand continued to spin with Tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating infliction. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the Demon King, knowing that this was his luck to end the battle. tenebrious suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evil smile."Just kidding. Demon Art : Universal quenching !"
He swung his steel, shattering the two flattened Sunday. In an eruption that was darker than a black golf hole, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all way, like the fantasm equivalence of the supernova spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his ness for auspices.

Teleporting to the other position of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all attainment and technique, both foes began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to block off or dodge any attempt. Their swords were moving like the leaf blade of a food for thought processor as they basically hacked away at each other, sending blood and gore flying.

Acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his medallion and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."ethereal Art : auditory sensation Shatter !"

bellow like an animal, he gave off a strait waving that was louder than anything else in the account of the universe and went across every frequency. The pulse traveled through the miasm of Tenebrous'galaxy like a ripple through a pond after the dab of a big rock. Every planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic level, with the vibrations having shaken the James Bond to the point of breaking. tenebrous covered his ears and howled in painfulness as his cells threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; black trap Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his head, he formed a mountain-sized opprobrious hole with neuter ability, negating its gravitational twist. Baltoh closed his hands into fists, causing the unhurt sinister hole to break apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the black marble at the ogre King as the spell suggested, each slug weighing More than an entire star and flying at well past the speed of light, The watercourse of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each troll striking with incomprehensible power, breaking all of Tenebrous'finger cymbals and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could resist up to the wits'weight and power as they struck like sniper berth.

But even with his body fall apart and battered, he still had more than enough power to cast a spell."Demon Art : Negroid screw thread Hex !"

Crackling like bolts of lightning, a net of millions of black cords with harpoon-like barbed blade at the end stretched from his horns towards Baltoh. The Celestial incarnation retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would grant Tenebrous a huge advantage. He teleported behind one of the Demon cosmos and watched to see what would bechance. The violent storm of bladed cords struck the major planet head-on, burrowing through it like insect and tearing it apart. Chunks of stone were thrown off the major planet as it destabilized with the cord'profundity, until finally shattering like a frail wine deoxyephedrine in mortal's powerful grip.

‘ damn it, I'm running out of power, it's time to end this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the electric cord with an invisible slash of mightiness. Pressing his thenar together, he began gathering his might for one of his ultimate attack."supernal Art : Gamma Ray Burst !"

ass him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so much as a whiz, lighting up the cosmos. A spinning field of operation of fire and gas stretched out from the center like a whirlpool, and from the center on either side of the gargantuan burning coin, a beam of silver medal and violet energy was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a billet of light arched across the galaxy, one end surging straight towards tenebrous with enough power to score the Resolute Cataclysm look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injuries Tenebrous held out his manpower and began gathering a sphere of black and red push."Demon Art : Apocalypse clap !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming death ray.

The two unstoppable force-out collided in a ruinous volley of illumination and energy so powerful that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to count away to keep their optic from melting from the blinding light, which surpassed all other force in the universe. This was god-level combat at its meridian ! The unhorse finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite word English of the galax, the late gasping for air while the latter showed no signs of fatigue. Even over such a vast length, they could both see and see each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the like room.

"mortal looks tired, want me slow up down so you can take a break ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ Damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the owner of the Throne of Hell, as long as he is in perdition itself, his mogul is unbounded. Trying to wear him down will only get me killed. There is only one way to end this, and that is to actually end it.'“ No, I'm just so world-weary that I can barely stick around awake. Let's last this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop of power he had, he summoned a m full-sized star topology, all at critical mass and on death'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 heads of match with charging Revelation of Saint John the Divine volcanic eruption between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the stallion universe of discourse of hell !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to spring back to Earth !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barriers between the universes so that no one could inscribe them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'plan of attack approached their utmost grade of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed boost spells, everyone guess through the empty place as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as reality would tolerate. Spotting them in the street corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingers, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a arcsecond, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest corners of space, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red genius. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would happen. vertebral column in the ruby beetleweed, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were ineffectual to say goodbye to them, because after this onset, you won't exist in any anatomy or form !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no need to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both god roared as they swung their branch.

rear end Baltoh, all the whizz went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disks of flaming and gas while launching their gamma ray explosion. Behind tenebrous, all the daystar heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse Eruptions. In the very nerve center of the beetleweed, the clap met. From the recess of quad, everyone became breathless as a bright light could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the length. It was not only undimmed, but… growing, like an submerged plosion. Moving faster than the laws of physics would allow, the light surged across space in all way like a worldwide tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"genus Selene tearfully shrieked as the ignitor reached their posture and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in space, unsure whether he was live or dead. His clothes were shredded, blood oozed from wounds that covered about of his body, and his locoweed were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few sparks of vitality.

Baltoh opened his eyes, though that effort alone was like a homo picking up a plenty. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surround. The crimson galaxy was gone, reduced to a misty stew of melted particles. There wasn't a single intact atom in the entire galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw vitality.

Without warning, a blade of condensed Hellfire pierced his chest from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a single harm and at full force. Baltoh stared at the sword with his whole dead body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it have no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to point him at the erstwhile kernel of the coltsfoot, where his fateful throne still hovered, undamaged except for a turgid cleft across the back."Behold, the erratum Throne of Hell ! As long as I am here, my major power aren't just Maker, they are limitless ! Even with all your strength, you can not face up all the power of this macrocosm on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in infernal region, you are child's play to me ! You never had a fortune in defeating the iniquity ! immorality has no weakness !

The Lord Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and unaccented ! How about I let your Quaker come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, unable to gather any long suit with the Demon business leader's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of tincture get-up-and-go from his own palm and sent it across space at speeds that dwarfed illuminate itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's ally, the crack in Tenebrous'throne began to continue and let out. In the corner of infinite, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across snake pit. Unbeknownst to everyone, more cracks began to appear in his throne and small glossa of Hellfire began to flicker out.

Bringing them to the tantrum, Tenebrous released genus Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. snag ran down the women's faces as they saw the incapacitated Department of State he was in.

"looking upon your saviour, this the man you trusted and believed in ! face upon him and forever think that is the power of iniquity that rules over everything !"tenebrous thundered as more gap began to appear in his crapper. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at Selene."You will be the first-class honours degree to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but Molly, rosemary, and the garden angelica quickly got between them with their weapon system drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the Bob Hope that they could at least slow him down, but the Demon B. B. King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire sword. Reaching Selene, he raised the leaf blade above his nous, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the potty of snake pit suddenly shattered. tenebrific brought down his sword towards genus Selene, but the fiery leaf blade disappeared before it could touch her, as well as the flaming summit above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his sword and back at the can of Hell. The black throne of man and monster clappers was gone, the ominous interior having broken away to expose a throne of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even make her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smile on his typeface. tenebrous looked back at him with his boldness filled with terror."This is the confessedly Throne of sin, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That nigrify racing shell that coated it before, you used that to use the pot of Hell and proceed it in your control condition so that it would move over you exponent instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wound in his chest.

"The crapper have wills of their own and their universes were formed with a purpose : Heaven to repay the vestal, Cinereo to maintain the balance, and Hell to punish the sinners. tenebrious took the Throne of Hell and then used the business leader it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clangour was the Navy SEAL broken and hell on earth freed from his malefic control. After all, how could the place that punishes sinners be ruled by a monster ?"

"So you're saying that the can of hell on earth has now rejected him ?"mollie asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him exponent. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning stool. A fervid aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his get-up-and-go and healing his injury."You could say that pit and I are under good terms with each other,"he said as a empyrean of energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a prevaricator and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal opinion ; it is the decree of Hell ! Hell and I fight English by slope, underworld is my friend, and we exist for the same reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this region for far too long, and it is time for you to pay the price ! In the name of Hell, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of Department 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 trauma's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrific stammered as he looked at the domain of power in Baltoh's mitt and the light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most sinewy and dangerous spell ; Celestial muteness. The baron in which to remove a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what hazard to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe of discourse 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 refinement Shimmer spell.

"You can not get off from your wickedness !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his psyche, he had the orb swerve through the air and strike the former monster Billie Jean King in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a globular perimeter with a spoke of five international mile radiated from the piece, severing that place from reality. The sphere quickly began to funk, compressing all the topic within it while leaving only dark behind. It didn't just make a vacuum ; it left a yaw kettle of fish in the world and the framework of space and time. tenebrific gave one terminal roar of panic as the empyrean closed in on him, crushing him with all the affair trapped within it. Defying the laws of physic, it continued to cringe, crushing all the matter beyond the point in time of black hole stuff and shrinking until it was smaller than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and physical structure, Baltoh turned to the flaming commode and sat down. The lingua of attack brushed against his skin and clothes like the fur of an beast, causing no harm. They barely even felt actual. Sitting in the stool of nether region, he took a inscrutable breather and thought back through his totally adventure. It was done, there was still oeuvre to be done in sin, innocent soulfulness to bring through, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery region had been defeated and the race of Demons would soon be extinct. The immediate past barely meant anything, what was authoritative was the hanker term. Would he take the stool of underworld and predominate both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even rule them both ? Would he turn back to Earth with genus Selene ? Was it possible to truly feel repose after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for tens of thousands of years and reached the levels of a god truly put away his sword and give up scrap ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a snowy suit, had a pair of fender with sterling silver feathers, and his halo was in the soma of a crown of light. His hair was white and combed back and he had a short beard and his skin color was a weak tan, as he was of Middle Eastern line. 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 Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"YHWH, one of the former Angels and the ruler of nirvana. To what do I owe the pleasance ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at to the lowest degree once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to tread in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of underworld 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 can of Hell sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every right to be angry with me. It was because of my rules that your original human souls were sent to Hell in the starting time piazza. It is because of me that Italian sandwich have been burning because they acted out of Department of Justice. Everyone should detest 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 good that does. You meddled with the world of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you near. You let war and religion burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the Throne with his tented fingers in movement of his face.

"That is true. I pulled away from the world because I realized the mess I had made and wanted living beings to be able to shape their own biography. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to prevail over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the toilet. I waited for that person to arrive and bring Libra so that the war between light source and darkness could come in to an end. Imagine my surprisal when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprisal,"Baltoh said with the same icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to remain tempestuous at me ? I sent Selene and Molly to let you know that I had forgiven you for the mistakes you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its time to let the past check in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much meter ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how clock time moves here. Past, present, and future tense ; they mean zip and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a spoiled life compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for soul born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, continue your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my question about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the Throne of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of detritus and melted quark that were hovering in the zero sombreness."This all started because of too lots interference in some places and not nearly enough in others. My obligation is to hold order, so to start, I think I'll implement order. That's all you need to live old man."

"funny, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Divine mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the neckband."What the Hell do you want from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still need to grow up. It is time for you to come to terms with who and what you are. There is too practically hatred in the three realms, too often anger and fury. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to bring order and counterweight, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can endure with all this hatred, or if the letup in battle will stir the beast and stimulate it to consume you and twist you into darkness, just as it has to so many others. You have the index of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a Throne is taken by person with the wrong ambitions.

You've gone through a corking modification, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's time to change who you are as well."YHWH said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the crapper of hellhole with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw Selene and the others approaching with their armour gone. He got to his invertebrate foot and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when genus Selene tackled him. The tearful beauty crashed against him like a wafture, hugging him with all her strength. Her words were inconceivable to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how worried she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the smell of her satiny hair. genus Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her look buried in the slope of his neck opening, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my darling sweet-flavored rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laughter.

Rosemary finally let ago, letting mollie show her care. Like Selene and Rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embracement."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raffaello Sanzio and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hired man and congratulating him on doing the insufferable. Michael was the last to preen him, and he did it with the lovesome smile he had ever worn."You were once my sworn enemy, but you are now my greatest protagonist and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the Angelica Archangelica, you have always been the one with the firm will to slay malevolent and enforce justness. That is why I am leaving the Throne of Inferno to you, so that you may rein this kingdom and make indisputable that evilness is never allowed to grow again. I trust you to progress to hell what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to faint. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her Kuki before giving her a gentle kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an exit for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, mollie, and Rosmarinus officinalis reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a minute had passed on earthly concern since their difference, and Earth was still in a frenzy as people tried to figure out just what the screwing had happened.

‘ the great unwashed of dry land, hear my articulation,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the major planet while simultaneously converting his language to the oral communication of those who heard it.

A new rippling pulsed through the Earth as mass looked at each former and simultaneously asked,"did you listen that ?"

‘ My name is Baltoh, and I am the god and rule of this universe. I am speaking to you now so that you may know what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the assist of the forces of Heaven, I have slain the ogre and his kingdom now lies in ruining. A great change has arrived and the big businessman of darkness has been brought to its lowest power point since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peacefulness, then the fervency of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will sick this world of the wickedness that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to punish the evildoer and Heaven to honour the virtuous, I will reshape this world so that all good citizenry can live in peace treaty and felicity. I will end the corruption, the wars, the greed, and the suffering, and all I ask in return key is your good will towards the mass around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a pure heart and good deeds. If you can redeem yourselves and sick your person of evilness, then this human beings can finally become a utopia.

No thing what religious belief you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Moslem, or any other, you are compeer in my eyes and have the same opportunity and obstruction to get yourselves on the right way. Your faith means nada to me, only your deeds and your resolve to make this world a unspoilt property for everyone will dictate your place in the next public. This metamorphosis will be unmanageable and there will be insurrection fueled by covetousness and iniquity, but together, we can seduce this public into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this clip, the heavy chance of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the crime of the past, we can finally enjoy the present instead of enduring it, and we can fuck that the future tense will be even greater. This is our prospect to cleanse this world and reacquire the on-key will to hold out and desire to do honorable. The time of pain and hatred is over, the time of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal followers."Let's rest and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburban area of upstate Old Line State, enjoying the sunlight and fresh air. Behind him was a blue-painted house with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly distich with chocolate-shade skin were holding hands and with looking of dread on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to face back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. Several minutes later, she stepped out of the family and walked over to him, her body shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, molly was having a exchangeable conversation with her menage, while Rosemary was in use 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 knockout convincing them what I had said was unfeigned, even after everything that had happened. I had to give away my armor, extension, and celestial annulus for them to fully trust me. They reacted the potent when I told them about my death, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at ease when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a soft chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even certainly how to explain you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two other char,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two womanhood. I wanted to insert you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the pavement, they were too terrified to make a motion. Are Molly and Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and rosemary is having hassle announcing my new precept to the world. I did everything I could to keep on from forcing any sorting of religious or Negro spiritual belief on people and to only implement requirements for good deeds and dependable behavior, but much of the world is still rebelling. I might have to put on a truthful display of power before they finally accept my principle and give up their selfish sins."

"well if there is anyone who can throw up the globe of its wickedness, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her arms around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few prissy hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

Disappearing off the cheek of the Earth, the two devotee rematerialized in the very middle of the universe of discourse, in a bright nebula of all colors cascading together with trillion of ace glistening in the background. cloud of hued gas as large as solar systems wafted past them like tongues of flame, more beautiful than a human mind could comprehend. Baltoh and Selene were naked, Selene without her liquid state metallic element offstage and Baltoh without his mantle, and the two of them holding each early in the middle of the universe of discourse, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuum of space, they were both completely resistant to the inhospitable affects and had no bother breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her intellect, ineffectual to speak without air to carry the sound.

‘ The provenance of everything. It is from this point, billions of years ago, that the universe was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into existence and paradise and hell later budded off from it like electric cell. We are in the rattling center of all cosmos, what better place to realise love ?'

Baltoh began to kiss her cervix, with each touch his rim against her skin sending waves of delight through her eubstance, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to call back through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a tender grin. ‘ Not nearly as lots as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their brim swirled together like oil and water supply, they reached out with their natural language and let them roll around each other and probe the inside of each other's mouthpiece. Even though he had lost all of his Demon characteristics, Baltoh was able to change his physical form to pass water his tongue as long as he wanted. While genus Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her fluid stage and wrapped it around his second joint. With all of the stars in the universe of discourse positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent screeching of genial euphory as Baltoh's energy flooded her organic structure, letting her glimpse into the might of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole macrocosm so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the minuscule atom to the great galax, all with equal clarity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable feelings to retard to a dribble, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't return to the life she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his finger against the English of her face, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. calm yourself and reliance in me. I will cave in you everything you desire and more.'

With their brim interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her being with the air of immortal, allowing her to peek into his level of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the vividness of the feeling but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full glimpse into his world and making her idea cry out as it struggled to observe a way to describe the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a slow, steady regular recurrence, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in space, their backtalk having yet to fully separate from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could feel her intellect getting used to the god-like intuitive feeling and became mostly resistant to it, regaining her clear sensory faculty. As Baltoh's DOE surged through Selene like a pedigree transfusion, they both began to glow with their bodies intertwined from their free energy being released and orbiting around them like dust around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more and more of Baltoh's power flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in terms of exponent, moving to the like level of existence.

Casting aside their mightiness and living incline by side in the Sami point, they shed the touch of the free energy ingress and exiting their dead body. In the neo space, they felt only each other's strong-arm conformation, just like the beginning meter they made beloved. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to permeate Selene over and over again with his member, moving at the staring speed and touching all the right place. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his book binding as he drove her wild with his deep drive, not needing any of his baron to wind up or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the feeling of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass material body. Again she tried to find Logos to describe how good it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his major power flood her nous and grant her a view of the realm of the divine, the variance between the two sensations offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his idea, Baltoh too was struggling to find a description, not only for the incredible smell of being so close to the woman he loved and the feeling of her soft tinge, but also his dear itself, the sexual love he felt for her. No matter what he came up with, whether it be an intact book of poetical atomic number 79 dedicated to the sole purpose of summarizing his feelings for her or using the universe itself to paint a mural in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly utter his passion, no thing how much he wished to.

Their lips and glossa still joined together and Baltoh's dick being worked in Selene at a deep and steady rhythm method of birth control, the two lovers lost track of fourth dimension, for meter itself was bending around them as their vitality were released in greater and greater loudness, forming an aura of raw business leader that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a coincidental sexual climax, so powerful that it affected their psyche as well as their torso and surpassed any physical sensation. As they looked up and gave mute groan of happiness, the hotshot around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their physical structure and psyche. Defying her view of world, the sensation she experienced with the upsurge of big businessman surging back her nous surpassed the original opinion that genus Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while Almighty, Baltoh too was in awe at the waves of bliss that flooded him like tidal waving of visible radiation. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching cosmos completely, for the mixture of get-up-and-go contained both their essence and person. Neither of them could even state if they were still active or numb, as the blissfulness they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a flash as brilliant as the Big flush itself, the king was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and peal, cloud of their energies flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like radio set waves. The world power and passion of the upsurge was so mighty, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable amount of time, everything became quiet, revealing Baltoh and Selene still hovering in the center of the universe as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and stared deep into each early's heart, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only capable to say before sharing a soft kiss.




The End