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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule clenched fist upon the metropolis of New House of York, washing away the grime and vulgarism that caked the streets and skittle alley. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the pounding rain forcing people to stick around inside. Even the roadstead were mostly subdued, while engorged with cars as common. But while it was a pipe down day, it was by no means a passive one.

Up at the very top of the Empire State construction, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the Lady Jane Grey sky. From this flash lamp, a radiance orb came into being, resembling a ruby sparkle bulb. It was not lustrous or powerful enough to draw attention from the people below and it was completely masked by torrential rain. The raindrops that passed by this burning ostentation were turned into hissing steam from just the intense proximity and the abnormal heat being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial flash ; instead, it grew in volume and size of it while becoming darker in subtlety. Initially the size of it of a human fist, it began to expand into an undulating upright magnetic disk as large as a dinner board. There was a instant flash and the disk became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became firm like field glass, with shifting hues of red swirling within.

blackamoor mist spewed out from the tail end of the disk, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick-skulled tar. The mist washed over to the steeple of the top of the construction, causing the metal to rust and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this sinister pall of red light source was a consort of agonizing screams and cries of botheration, pouring out from the depths of the blood-red igniter. Were the weather clear, the people down in the streets would instantly gaze up in horror at the rootage of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their ears to try and protect their person from its ravaging tonus. The sound radiating from this wickedness apparition was one not meant for deadly ears, a sound that was never intended to be set loose upon the land. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the people of New York spared the mind-scarring Greek chorus.

A wavelet stretched out from the plaza of the magnetic disc and a shadow came into view from its astuteness, like a sea beast slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a shape stepped out onto the top of the steeple, standing on the tip of the radio receiver tower on one foot. The number was a marvelous Loretta Young man with a list but sinewy build, garbed in brown boots, Lady Jane Grey baggy pants, a inglorious sash, and a pitch-dark hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his wrists were two rosary bead corduroys and two metal shackles. The man had medium-length dark hair that was slicked back, a gray skin colour, piercing blue eyes that could almost glow in the nighttime, and hidden under his exhaust hood were two French horn that protruded just past his hair business line and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a electrocution ring came into view, hovering above his head, as well as four massive wings that grew out of his dorsum. Each was more than twice the size of his eubstance when fully blossom out and stretched, with the crushed set of wing resembling bat wings but with scales instead of soma, and the upper wings like the wings of an eagle, but were whiter than off-white. Protruding from the spinal column of his pelvic arch was a recollective black tail with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed cut on the end like a butcher knife, but with a tearing barb. His fingertips were armed with triangular pincer that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

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

The crimson portal site disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the urban center, standing on the tip of the radio tower and wrapped in his wings. His bright grey eyes scanned the urban center below, taking in the view. It hadn't been very long since his finish visit to the human worldly concern, as he traveled there frequently.

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

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



Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eye focused on the book of crossword puzzle teaser in her helping hand. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter word for"energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of day-by-day commuter train and the erratic flow of traffic.

genus Selene was a beautiful womanhood in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade skin color, long black hair that was straight yet rippled, and bright green eyes. Matching her beauty was her hourglass figure, with d-cup chest, a slender shank, an ass and pair of thigh that were toned with heftiness, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her figure was a miscellany of soundly gene and a nearly religious devotedness to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing black high-healed shoes that gave a very sexy tap with each step, a ignominious skirt that tightly held to her smooth second joint, and a tan byplay coating with her purse hanging from her berm. Secured in her bag and leaning against her articulatio humeri was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential canvas of rain. Maybe she should have driven today…

genus Selene loved puzzle, but not because of a specific affinity for the mental drill. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to drive herself to her demarcation. She was always searching for a challenge, something to weaken the tire routine of living, it was why she moved to New York in the starting time place ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a carrell ). In this case, 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 disembarrass hand and gave a thumbs-up.

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

"Occupy !"several of the protesters cheered in payoff, gladiolus for the humble opus of support.

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

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

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

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

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

genus Selene laughed again."Ok, you're right on that one. Relax, I'm just one pulley-block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the dingy puddle any arcsecond now. I'll be there in a min. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter parole for a high school day math class ?"

She walked past a group of protestors with Republican River candidate planetary house, 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 eyes. The creature was forgetful than an adult homo but much more muscular, with recollective powerful limbs, serrated talons protruding from its digit and hook-like toes, bony wings with lepidote flesh and thin membranes, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal face, a swishing whip-like tail, and jet-black skin that was covered in bloody scars. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its jagged teeth burned the Edward Durell Stone with the speech sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its offstage with an abnormally trashy thump, like the beat of an antediluvian war drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the priming, completely invisible to all mortal oculus. Reaching the entrance of the construction, it held open its fender to their full size of it and flapped them, catching the air whooshing yesteryear. The pool and falling rain around the presence doors almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the urban center, the beast tried to command its excitement and hunger for blood. Only prosperous handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the living in all of history, and here, there was to a greater extent solid food than its crazed mind could comprehend. Looking down, fauna spotted its first base dupe. On the roof of a nearby authority construction, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed sweet air.

Having just received a margin call from his wife that she had just had a stillbirth, the balding middle-aged man did not handle that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the building. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a flashy splashing sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the impression that he was alone. While the infernal brute was completely unseeable, the man's eyes widened with brat as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each fall that splattered on its body showed its sizing and contour.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping loose his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a distort cry of pain as blood streamed from his rima oris and his organs spilled out onto the floor. The man fell dead to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the rake slowly spread across the rain-soaked roof like a spoonful of oil across the open of a pool. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with flavour, tearing through the soundbox with its claws and chewing on the bloody meat only briefly.

As it slurped up a telephone line of bowel like a spaghetti filament, a bright flash of Christ Within flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in annoyance as its severed annex and arm fell to the floor with thick blood trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long brand in his handwriting. The handle had no precaution and was a half-foot tenacious, while the single-edged leaf blade had a very specialise configuration until the halfway distributor point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to weigh down the end of the sword for enhanced hacking and slashing. The sword finally tapered off to a stabbing point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by XVIII in of straight-razor serrations, ripped outdoors like a gutted fish by the hook-like edge, cleaved by the wide weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the pointed tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall get nothing from me, traitor. I was born of nuisance and spite, and there is cypher you can do to hold me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the whiten feathers of his upper wings stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or loyalty to the daemon, your quiet will fulfil nix. I will feel him and put down you all."

With a dark holla, the Gargoyle lunged forward with nigrify smoke billowing from its claws like fervency. With piddling movement, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could reach his case, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

The creature staggered back in suffering, and before it could revenge, Baltoh aimed his palm at it."Angel Art : holy Burn."

A flash of light was released from his palm with the brightness of the sun. The Light Within obliterated the hell-spawn creature with a metaphysical impingement of holy fervor, incinerating its body while shoving it back. While the photoflash was seeable from below, anyone who saw it would merely err it for a particularly powerful bolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butchered stiff of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged body was incinerated in a billow of white flame, removing every touch and not even leaving ash behind.



Abaddon stood in the Bell tower of the Riverside church building, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with turn down middle and swishing tails. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a daimon, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house African tea to lions.

Abaddon's consistence was very exchangeable to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly build, a long hind end, long talons protruding from the death of his fingers and toes, and curled horns on the top of his caput. However, his body was far More android, with longsighted arm and bones, a much straighter military posture, more pliable digit, a powerful yet leaner and less bulky soma, a humanoid fount, and even peaky hair. Secured to his radiocarpal joint were two metal shackles and he was wearing a skirt of armor plates around his shank, similar to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that shit followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our plan can't workplace if we lose another. Not even I can front him in battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and stay hide out, but I need to prey so that I may become strong enough to agitate him. If I feed on adequate souls, I may be able-bodied to at least outlive opposition, but you are all to hold open a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her Christian Bible of crossword puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the light of the sun, and with the shadow of the urban center, it was likely that the vast puddles and blanket of water would not dry until the next day. The nighttime was unusually dark. For even though the rainwater had stopped, the thick clouds remained and they refused to take into account the lunation to gleam. With so often moisture in the city, a thick mist thickened the air, almost making if hard to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the illumination so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from body of work, so she had no concern. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt safety enough to walk home. Not to mention the fact that the can of Mace she carried in her purse was hard enough to mellow out the centre out of anyone who gave her a suspicious look.

In a stretch of meter so small that she couldn't even cogitate of something to equate it to, Selene's humankind was suddenly flick inverted as her senses were ripped away, save for the audio of a crackling rattle and the feeling of getting stabbed at every centimeter of flesh in her consistency with hot iron while assault and battery battery-acid flooded her veins. Her legs buckled under the suffering and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with fell power and dragged into the nearby alley.

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

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

genus Selene was slammed against a brick wall with one of her captor gripping her by the throat. The impact, while painful, offered some lucidness, as she was now able to at least see her attackers. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his hand around her throat, the second was standing beside the number 1, and the third was a few ft away, digging through her purse.

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

The words felt like an icy finger being dragged up Selene's backbone 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 slap to the cheek.

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

Looking through the maven of the stick sapidity, Selene's optic widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the blade. Like his knife, the dim Light Within was reflected off his tooth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to stab her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her taking into custody. For the brief second, the tip of the sword was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold. To her relief, the tongue was taken off of her tegument, but before she could exhale, her assaulter yanked the vane downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With snag streaming from her middle, Selene cried out in pain in the neck as blood trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her breast from the aggressor's malicious and inapt removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her doll and panties and the second attacker went to do work yanking off the shredded remains. Selene shivered in scourge and impuissance as the nerveless air fanned her bare thigh and house breasts. Her nipples were now the size of it of finger joints from the stale air and the fearfulness that filled every fiber of her being.

"Look at those sweet tits of hers, I wonder how much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little Caucasian would appear gravid on that dark skin,"the 3rd assailant joked as he approached, jamming a handful of hard currency into his pocket and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to rape her, and that fact terrified Selene Thomas More than anything else in her liveliness. She had to do something, anything that had the slightest probability of sparing her from this fate. Working up all the strength in her exhausted body, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME ! HEL—"

Her scream was cut short as the assaulter's blade was plunged into the side of her tummy, cutting through her without any elbow grease. The botheration that shot through her was so torturing, she lost all controller over her eubstance and thinker. The pain in the neck inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her form was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With descent slowly filling her mouth, her body became limp while her aggressor just laughed.

‘ Is this it ? Am I going to die here ? Will these monsters raping be the hold up affair 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 hand around her throat.

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

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

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

"Who the piece of tail are you ? !"the second attacker barked.

"Let her go, this is your final monition,"the man ordered with more authority and top executive in his vocalization than any living human could have.

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

The silhouetted human body cricked his neck."You want to face up me ? Very well…"

Before he continued, four large fender grew out of his back, with the feathering along the edge of the upper extension flanged like the quill feather of a porcupine and the lower bat-like fender honed to the incisive shape of a blade. With stock oozing down her chin, genus Selene gasped in disbelief and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the land with blood pouring from her wound.

"But know this, your hatred is null compared to mine ! fiend Art : Incineration Flood !"

An eruption of red and mordant flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every man of meth to lift into the air. The dark flames surged down the alley, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their feet. Completely ignored by the flack, Selene watched in horror in amazement as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by Wave of black and red flame washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their soma was pealed off their bodies, their muscles were shredded as if by a meat grinder, rake streamed from their carcasses as their veins were lacerated at every centimeter, their organs 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 layer on consciousness. Succumbing to blood loss and the pain of her injuries, Selene slumped over and passed out.

kicking aside the sear skeletons of the raper, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale manus over her raw body."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's all torso began to glow as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's hand and settled on her skin. Her knife thrust wound began to shut down, her scrapes and bruises disappeared, and her body stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In lupus erythematosus than half a hour, she was fully healed. While he restored her wellness, Baltoh was surprised to bump himself analyzing every inch of her naked beauty, moving his eyes slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounding, Baltoh reached out with his tail and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to search for information. Pulling out a forget letter, Baltoh read her gens and address, memorizing the location of the apartment building and the take building block. Hooking the bag to his sash, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her vertebral column and the early under her human knee, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her raw body while being careful not to scratch her with his claws.

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

Realizing how lots time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to realness and spread out his wings. With a ace powerful flap, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the address he had found on the letter as he soared over the urban center. With her long burnished tomentum brushing across her face, Selene was brought out of total unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her palpebra slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a dream. What she did fuck was that he was very good-looking and she was dusty. She gave a soft sigh as she fell back to sleep, crossing her limb to keep warm.

With the chile dampen air kissing her bare cutis, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's arms. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his intact existence, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his life had been nil but ire and the desire to murder Gargoyles and fiend. His own life meant nix, except that he would not be able to continue fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to empathize why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body heat. He even wrapped his lower wings around her to keep her protected from the inhuman wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to press his construction erection, something that further confused him, as he had never felt intimate attraction for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment building, he landed on the blast escape by her unit like an bird of Jove reaching its nuzzle. With Selene in his weaponry, he stepped forward and passed right through the bulwark as if it were a holograph, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the flooring with unparalleled muteness, he retracted his offstage 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 igniter on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The walls were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with pictures of champion and category. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a picture of Selene with a young man and stared at it intently. While they had the Saame skin colour, he couldn't not figure out if he were a boyfriend or brother.

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

As he looked back at the picture, he saw the manifestation of two eyes in the glass, right above his articulatio humeri. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his manus at the creature with his sword materializing in his grip. He came to a blockage, sword in hired man, staring into the middle of a white and browned cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to take in all possible light, its shadow was swishing from side to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its soft paws. But the feline's posture was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and warning signal. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more confusion than ever before in its lifespan, sensing a huge torrent of dissimilar energies in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon disappeared as soon as contact was lost. Turning back to the windowpane to will, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like mannerism, staring at Selene's naked body. The city lights from outside were plaster cast upon her unclothed peach like a spider web, illuminating her womanly figure. Her dark skin caught the unhorse beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her physical structure was rich in voluptuous curves, her lean and well-toned flesh was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her long smooth thigh, the lips of her kitty-cat looked so soft and sonant, it was as if they were made of chocolate frosting and lacked even a single hair. Her wax breast gently trembled with each intake and release of air, and her nipples were erect from the unmanliness and delicate thrill of each exhale. Her silky black fuzz was scattered across her pillow, while only a few Strand were draped across her peaceful face. The lipstick on her lips glistened as she breathed, and her eyelashes fluttered with each sleeping tremor in the lids.

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

Murmuring the word shook him from his daze, reminding him that he had to go out. He extended his backstage and became nonphysical, about to authorize through the wall as if it were made only of light. As he took a gradation forward, genus Selene's eye slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright Green River hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At least suffice me this : are you an Angel Falls ?"

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

Once again, genus Selene was well-grounded asleep, completely peaceful, the feather locked tightly in her grip.



Two auditory sensation filled the abandoned underpass tunnel ; the sour laughs of Abaddon and the harrowing cries of his eighteen-year-old dupe. Having spent the evening eating on homeless people, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the main grade. The young woman before him had long light-haired hair and pallid skin, dirtied from years of keep in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely naked and covered in prospicient bloody cutting off, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slashes of his tail.

She was bent grass over awkwardly, leaning on the incline alongside the path, crying and screaming in pain as the Demon forced his near-horse-sized cock into her tiny body with insensate speed. Beneath her were the butchered corpse of her parents, wet with her tears and the blood streaming from between her branch, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the young fille had begged the daimon to have mercifulness and arrest, or to at least bolt down her and end the pain in the neck. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal Nox, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The wickedness force out raping her was not human, and while her sense of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no thing how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining strength from her teary watchword, Abaddon was not going to register any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like hollo as he finally came, squeezing his dupe's pelvic arch tightly. The immature girl screamed in agony and chagrin as the Demon dug his claws into her anatomy and felt his ejaculate flood her dead body, taking the place of Abaddon's cock as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more tearful scream as an indescribable combustion feeling coursed through her body. In her vagina, the dark-grey semen was eating away at her physique, burning through her care acid.

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

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



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

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

A minuscule scowl appeared on her face, something didn't feel right. She looked at her hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a thin coat of grime, and looking over her body, she realized that her hand wasn't the alone thing that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to ferment off the beeping alert and the blood line in her veins instantly became as cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the white feather on it. The marble-like people of color was so vibrant that genus Selene knew that for it to come from a bare fowl was impossible. Just the size of it alone made it being an eagle plumage unimaginable. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her pocketbook, empty of cash.

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



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

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

"A brutal scene was discovered this cockcrow by delivery hand truck handing newspapers. Describing the smell of burning S, they came across an skittle alley that looked at if it had been the scene of an explosion. The paries of the neighboring construction were melted and burned, the concrete priming coat was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the stiff of three dead body were found.

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

The screen went dark for a moment and then the scene was returned. Selene spewed coffee tree across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the pissed feline scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a look of repugnance. She knew without a shadow of a incertitude that the back street they were showing was the alleyway she had been mugged in the night before. The tv camera zoomed in at several stop, showing the wrong of the plosion. It was a miracle that the buildings themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the photographic camera panned over to the dupe, and Selene had to fight with all her strength not to throw up at the good deal of the rick black skeletons and the ugly expression of agony on their coal faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked vile from the mickle of the gruesome skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the identities of the three dupe and the grounds of the explosion. They were volition to remark on the strangeness of the outcome, as there were no reports of any loud stochasticity, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so often demolition. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the examination continues, no chemical substance rest has been found at the internet site. They can't find any evidence of an actual bomb exploding or any traces of acid ; all they have uncovered is a large amount of sulfur."

With wonky deal, 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 office building with his head in his medallion, mulling over the previous night. There was barely a swarm in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the gamy LX. Baltoh had made himself inconspicuous so that he didn't even cast a vestige. He didn't want any beguilement as he pondered his adjacent movie and his previous unity. His wings lay draped around him like cover and his whip-like mordacious buttocks lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his fingers through his hair. He thought back over and over again to the unlike sensations that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his entire beingness had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything early than hatred and the desire to polish off daemon and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked soma tightly… it replaced the fires of anger in his spirit with the fervor of passion.

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

‘ To be able to interact and even bolt down a human being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged Demon would call for at least two workweek to gather enough power for physical interaction, and even then, a lethal wound would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the pale sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more powerful or crossing over is having less affect. Whatever is going on, I need to put a stop to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his foreland as a lowly pop flared in the spine of his idea. He could sense a billow in demon energy and it was compressed in a unmarried entity. Without a doubtfulness it was Abaddon.

"Tch, hone timing."



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

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

"You may be able to enshroud yourself from the center of humans and the brightness of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your power or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was come the smell of evilness on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the dead bodies around Abaddon's feet and the multiple teeth and pincer Deutsche Mark."I've let you roam free in this world for too long, now you die,"he growled, forming his blade in his paw.

The Demon began to laugh and held out his hand. Bursting from the frame of his palm tree, a line of bones resembling a spinal column reached out and shut away together into a meter-long pole. A loud cracking sound echoed through the chamber as the spur began to warp, being crushed by an invisible force and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a long blade of a single whole opus of bone, with the spinal ridgeline acting as immense serrations.

"Don't underestimate me treasonist. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding day-and-night. The abominable call of these puny humans, they're so beautiful, the phone of the form being torn from their bodies and their lineage being splattered across the walls and floor, the visual sense of the poor young lady'teary-eyed faces as I rape them to decease, and the penchant of this resplendent feast of agony… it's indescribable !

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

Baltoh maintained his chill demeanor and held up his paw in front of his human face."We'll see about that. holy man Art : Repairing Barrier."

A bubble of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's clenched fist, expanding twenty feet every second gear. The growing bubble of sparkle consumed him and Abaddon and continued to expand, passing through the rampart, flooring, and roof of the burrow as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every direction, the bubble came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete tower and flicked the air in its direction. The pillar instantly shattered into millions of musical composition and crumbled to the ground, but before the dust could even begin to adjudicate, the tower was reformed, with every sherd and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant single piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this roadblock, let's restrain this low, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a roaring deluge of black and white energy. swarthiness was streaming from his calamitous bat-like wings and visible radiation was streaming from his pearly eagle-like wings.

Abaddon gave a prosperous jest and pointed his sword at Baltoh as smuggled flames surged up from the land around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can last before you have to resort to unleashing your wide power."

The two enemy crouched down with their weapon held back and pounced on each other. In midair, they both swung their brand and collided in deafening clash. Instantly, every piece of firm Oliver Stone and concrete shattered like fragment grenade, filling the air with junk and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee table began to spin wildly, with a glowing vapor wafting up from the silky Strand. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the feather as it came to a sudden plosive consonant and the crystalline Aurora became more focused and hale, 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 tail. The plumage began to twinge, with the tip changing management by only a millimetre of so with each transformation.

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

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a rampart of Edward Durell Stone, entering an ancient cave system deep below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked blades over an over in an sempiternal dancing that had been going on for time of day. With each collision, a vast cascade of sparks would fill the air, as well rubble and shrapnel from every John Rock and piece of stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the damage instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the outside world.

‘ Damn it, why is this battle still going on ? It is dependable that he is far stiff than any normal daimon, but I would normally end a battle like this in LE than a minute, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my mind or my vim. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to impel all distractions out of his mind.

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

"Demon Art : dark Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal beam of dark Department of Energy erupted from the tip of his chela like a comic Koran scoundrel's gargantuan death ray.

"holy person Art : William Henry Gates of Eden !"Baltoh countered, planting his sword in the land.

Shaking the unscathed tunnel, an ornate gateway of self-coloured atomic number 79 outburst from the burrow in front of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge Ne star sign, the logic gate shielded Baltoh from the gust, with the phantom energy unable to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal vein to Scheol opened and a massive skeleton deal reached up, grabbing the daimon with its crushing embracing like a man grabbing an natural action figure and ending the night impulse blast. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Heaven magical spell and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a monstrous roar, Abaddon swung his tail and struck the hand, shattering all of the bones and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his sword, having just enough clip to bar Baltoh's upward slash. The two leaf blade met and the monster was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer power behind the slash, crashing through level upon degree of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty subway platform. The sleeping accommodation had two subway cart track with a twin lines of pillars on the platform between them, a prospicient stairway leading up to the street on one side of the bedroom but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the platform, and a wall with a dozen payphones stood on the polar bulwark. The political platform was on the really fringes of Baltoh's master copy barrier, signification that if they moved any gamey, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the floor, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his sword straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inertia and plunged his sword into cap, sending a spider web of cracks through the concrete and causing rubble to rain down down. Before Baltoh could reset his sentiency of direction and bump Abaddon, the fiend appeared behind him, spun around for impulse, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping Lucy Stone and crashed straight through one of the row of column like a wrecking ball through Styrofoam.

advent to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his blade to block an execution-style separatrix from Abaddon. The two enemies stared each other down, each pushing against the steel of the former. As the screeching sound of the straight-razor-sized blades on Abaddon's blade grinding against the glassy serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With more than twice as much military strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hand from his sword, while the Demon was left still desperately pushing with all the long suit in both of his arms.

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open air his dresser cavity and nearly snapping the costa. He then delivered an organ-rupturing slug, sending the Demon skidding back fifty fundament. Abaddon struggled to appease on his fundament with inky blood dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his yearn tail and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's throat, strangling the fiend. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head of a sledge, and planted him in the floor with sufficiency force to create a thirty-foot Crater. He released the demon's pharynx, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his foot, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the paries with so much force that even the pay phones he didn't crush were destroyed by the shockwave and the whole pole nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the monster, about to deliver the last move. Dredging up his mightiness levels for the attack that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the phone of someone coming down the stairs.

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

His eyes widened and he released a inscrutable gasp as genus Selene came into opinion. The beautiful adult female instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the sight of him and the incontestable proof that the events of the night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feather and focusing on every point of his body, from his tail to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shielding Selene with his wing, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his brand and deflected it with the edge, defying all laws of physics and accidently launching it upward. Going straight up, the blast burned a mess through the street and shot into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in brat as it continued to move up like a geyser of oil, flying gamey above the magniloquent building in lupus erythematosus than a instant.

With the good time saturating the atmosphere with shadow energy, darkness tempest cloud began swirling around the Black mainstay. Down on the subway system political program, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his sword, desperately trying to stop it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his steel and manoeuver it in a different direction, the gust would slam down onto the urban center like a cleaver. In the blink of an eye it would take away to interchange the direction of the blast, a vast scar could be carved straight through several miles of the metropolis, possibly killing hundreds of masses. This ray of light was far more hefty than a normal monster's !

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



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

He was leaning against the mesa with his extension retracted back into his body, in purchase order to proceed from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the only aspects of his appearance that he could change. His chela, tail, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon genus Selene's allegiance to finding solvent, Baltoh had finally agreed to spill to her in her flat, though he had to make himself unseeable in order to get there without being noticed. exterior, the city of New York was like an overturned anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to image out what it was. There were already rafts of news vans around the area of the eruption, held back by a line of police police officer while anti-terrorism federal agent and forensic research worker studied the scene. Outside of the ring of gang, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the blast was a signal that perspicacity Day was at paw. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blame them.

"It's alright, it was my flaw. I should have killed him without any trouble, but for some rationality, I just couldn't put my full-of-the-moon effort into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just jump the battle and finish him off. But it will hire clip for him to find, and hopefully by the time he is potent enough to actually do anything, I'll be capable to cross him down and land up the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How does something like me even come to exist ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of existence, there are three realms ; paradise, this universe, and Hell. In Heaven there are the Angels and archangel, on globe there are humanity, and in Inferno there Gargoyles and fiend. Angel Falls are deceased spirits that have sworn their commitment to Jehovah to campaign on his behalf against the forces of darkness, and archangel are created by Jehovah himself or are the sum of multiple Angels bonded by their unquestionable desire to do good and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hell, Gargoyles are malicious dark spirits that are born in the Lake of flame through the anger and hatred of masses on ground. While they are completely devoid of actual souls, they are the darkness equivalence to Angel, but when an Angel falls from the grace of Heaven, it can become a Gargoyle with a soul. During case like wars or racial extermination, there is always a monumental upsurge in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negative feelings. However, in plaza on Earth with an unnaturally richly horizontal surface of painful sensation and hatred in its history, very weak Gargoyles can form, while still being far more potent than even the brutal man spirit. almost often, when you think of infernal ownership and demonic haunting, it is really just simple Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a wholly other level of power from Gargoyles, with the difference being equal to the difference between Angels and archangel. When souls are in Hell for a hanker enough period of time of clip, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and psyche crumble into ash and they basically cease to be as sentient beings. There are entire knit in netherworld of black grit from the ashen remains of the bones of broken souls.

However, there is a special form of ash in that motley, a role of the man soul that is… dense. It is the traces of immorality that lie within every soul, the dark that drives people to sin and commit crimes. Some have more immorality in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like atomic number 1 gas coming together to form a star, the crushing exercising weight of all the evil deeds and their free weight will draw the leaden particle of ash together and form a Demon, spawned completely from the malice of iniquity souls and lacking even a single human characteristic other than the desire to rag and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting pure tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy puppet and the iniquity it would set loose.

"The former kind of Demon is a fallen Angelica Archangelica, which means that its powers of illumination are converted into the powers of duskiness and they become servants of the the Tempter. You can tell which Demons were originally Archangels created by God Almighty because they are much More calm and chasten, being of a ace head instead of a toxic miscellany of hundreds of spirits."

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

"Demons are basically fallen archangel, right ? well instead of being an Archangel that has fallen, I am a daemon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weightiness to his actor's line than the declaration of a new world order.

"You mean you were originally a daimon ?"

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

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very different and unique smorgasbord of soul, specifically the psyche of people who committed murder in the gens of Justice Department ; police force officers, Templar horse, executioner, nationalist, or even bare men killing the bastards that raped their wives or daughters. Jehovah doesn't condone killing between humans, even if it is to slay evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eyes downcast and hands balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his chela digging into his medallion. Selene felt a deep quiver in her warmness as she heard the pain in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of gazillion of mass, tortured for eons by the minions of the Devil for bringing jurist to the public through violence. We were Heron, yet we were cast aside and punished for our Acts of the Apostles. Finally, when the sum of money of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any former Demon's generation, I began to work from their hatred. But unlike Demons that bod from the hatred of life and light, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to murder and kill the forces of darkness was so hefty that I was able to come alive from the pain and hatred of the discarded Hero. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my exponent was already unnaturally high.

I remember my nativity clearly : opening my centre for the initiative prison term deep below the primer coat of the ashen fields, coughing on the dark soil that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the crushing press on all slope. I remember climbing up through level upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my mechanical man body and the monster characteristic. I continued to burrow through the ground, and just when I thought I would never get away my earthen tomb, my claw hand broke through the Earth's surface and I managed to pull myself out.

Coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the blackness fields of ash, breathing heavily for the get-go time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of the pits and the shifting sand dune of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a monster. The second gear after the realization came, so did the mania and desires of all the human being souls that made up my consciousness. The desire to destroy evil was so muscular, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a beast of Hell right then and there, but there I was, a life fiend ; the very symbolization of darkness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened side by side ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a minuscule smile and turned away from her."I took my own life. Sitting in that black sand, filled with so very much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my existence right then and there. At least in my death, I could demolish evil and withdraw one threat from existence. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingers and plunged my pincer into my own mettle, ending my life.

Selene, never in the history of existence has a devil ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too vain and too desperate to make others suffer to ever end their own life history. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless agony, they refuse to die in the promise that they can cause misery. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own world to that I could at least demolish one while of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremes is what allowed me to become what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this morning. As my punctured heart came to a layover and the lowest waver of undeath went out in my brain, there was a flash in my psyche, brighter than a million sunshine. Through sin, I had achieved merit, the same grade of virtue that holy person needed to accomplish to get Archangels.

Just as Jesus Christ was resurrected three days after his death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy energy flooded my body with the desire to demolish evil playacting as the bridge between darkness and light, allowing for a interactive equaliser that kept me from being destroyed by the transmutation. With the king of both Heaven and Hell pulsing through my veins, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every 2nd. I shed my scaly Demon skin for a android consistence and physique, grew the wing of an Angel Falls above my fiend wings, and gained a halo of red region, all while keeping my claw, tail, Demon wings, and the magnate of shadow energy.

I stood up with my new torso, completely enlightened and humanity apart from Demons and Archangels in damage of strength and raw magnate. As I flexed my fingerbreadth, a Demon landed behind me, having come to look into the bright light caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the creature attacked… pitiable brute. Completely driven by instinct and using less get-up-and-go than to snap my fingers, I beheaded the ogre with the sharpness of my helping 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 close respective decade solely in the fiend and Gargoyle nursery, slaughtering the sinful beasts the second base they were spawned and fighting for every second gear of my life, appeasing my desire to hit wickedness and decimating the Devil's armies."

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

"So if you're half Demon and one-half Archangel, can you aggregate your office ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same time. I can mix them so that the two energies are blended to the point that they look almost like the fell of a zebra, but they forever remain separate force play, just like oil and water. It is impossible for Demon zip and holy person energy to bond, they are too paired of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the sunrise of the day I saved you, a demon and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be inconceivable, as only the forces of promised land have the ability to enter and snuff it all three plains of existence at will. I'm here to witness out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to butcher them."

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

"Gargoyles and monster can only intersect into this world from blaze if they are summoned through some act of human black magic, like a crew of goth kids performing a infernal ritual. The cognitive process is actually very painful for any apparition that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a orbiter through the diaphysis of a vent. I should have intercourse, I was actually caught in them a few sentence and pulled here against my will. The solvent is an phantom with significantly lowered power levels, so low that the solitary natural process they can pick out are extrasensory events like haunting the spot where they were summoned. Given time, they become more and more herculean, eventually becoming strong enough to hurt humans and even leave the place they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the 1 who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually muster a real Demon, and that's when affair get bad. A Gargoyle can own and even bolt down hoi polloi in an sphere, but fiend are able to create natural disaster and even plagues, like erupting volcanoes, temblor, and tsunamis."

"So then does that mean dispossession really play ?"Selene asked, tilting her top dog to one side as she walked around the table towards the den. Baltoh followed her and they both sat on the couch.

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The ritual of exorcism does not call the mogul of Jehovah to banish a Demon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning rite for saint, except that it only has to pull out their care, as backer have the ability to pass through dimensional barriers. count yourself favorable that unholy entities are incapable of having that ability. When an dispossession is performed, it is a SOS to the force out in Heaven that you need serve destroying a demonic entity or evil soulfulness. Making their eubstance invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even Archangels will arrive and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these struggle can get extremely tearing and destructive, so Angel Falls answering the call of dispossession always arrive in chemical group. One or more fights the entity or iniquity spirit, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the events from outside viewer, and another to protect the ace performing the exorcism and anyone else in the area, always having to heal their wound and alter their memory board. Entire city blockage can be annihilated in one of these battles and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of last. When that happens, the Angel will do everything in their power to avoid acknowledgement by the general public. They will wipe memories, rebuild anything destroyed, and even manipulate the media and cyberspace to demolish all reports or scene of the incident.

When it comes to Demons vs. Angelica Archangelica, the battles are waged using ancient charm and incantations that focus the respective DOE of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both Eden and Hell spells."

"But why do the Angels make themselves inconspicuous ? Why not show themselves ? And why do they have to alter the great unwashed's memories ?"

"After the death of Christ, Jehovah decreed that saint and garden angelica were to staunch all seeable legal action in the earth of the animation. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The personnel of Heaven barely ever come to globe anymore for anything former than answering the calls of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a different reason. Whenever a diabolical entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the visible radiation of this creation. They can treat revealing themselves indoors and exterior at night without too lots pain or trouble, but becoming seeable in broad daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Jahweh wanted to kick upstairs the want of faith which was born at the bout of the century. After almost two thousand long time of war and suffering caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the world would be comfortably off in the handwriting of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no religion. A macrocosm without faith is a far more peaceful world than one where people fight over the immortal they believe in."

Selene was silent for various minute as she tried to think of another doubtfulness."If hunting these monster and Gargoyles is giving you so often fuss, why don't you just ask the backer for help ?"

Baltoh sighed."The Angels hate me just as practically as the Demons do. I may be half Archangel, but I was also born a demon and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain entire armies of Demons in my lifetime, they see me as a vast threat that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth thousands of times before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning ritual ), and every time I arrive, they try to destroy me because I am that much of a danger to the balance of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't bother to cover that clap better will certainly number back to bite me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give a damn what Jehovah decreed. I am the sum of million of people who have been sent to Hell for killing in the name of justice. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and consider him my enemy."

more than a second passed by, in which neither genus Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact. Looking at Selene in the box of his eye, Baltoh was trying to read what it was about this human that had piqued his curio, while genus Selene was trying to process everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the last twenty-four hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

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

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

"It is what I was born from, it is what I am made of. Hatred is who I am, it is everything that I am,"he responded, with a similar tactual sensation of gloominess 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 twinkle that it was barely visible, but not so insidious that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just down those rapists in the alley, you healed my wounds and brought me back to my family. Today in the metro, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me aside, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholic face.

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

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

"Of course of instruction,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

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



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

She was in the break room of her office building, looking in low console for any coffee bean commode so that she could have a tonic pot. The prisonbreak room was like any other in the world, with a line of high cabinets and low cabinets against the wall, a small fridge, dingy lighting, a table and a few chairs, a"stainless"blade sink, and a bullshit motivational poster that served only to add some coloring to the ecru wall.

Molly was sitting up on the counter like a little kid, curling her long blond hair around her finger. She was both the peer and contrary to Selene, with golden haircloth, brilliant blue eyes, and pale skin, but she had a fit flesh with red-hot curvature, the utter combination of good genes and countless hours at the gym. She and genus Selene had been best friends since they were first interns and were closelipped than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a rattling pity. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a I picture of it anywhere, not on the newsworthiness, in the report, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, the great unwashed have their telephone set ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost right wing in the middle of the metropolis where everyone saw it,"her Quaker muttered while trying to break a jumbled knot of a few strands of her hair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Coffee cup in script, Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to sustain her idea focused on her work, but her opinion kept drifting back to Baltoh and her handbag, which had his feather stitched into the side, something which Molly had joked about being so out of style that she might as well just call her pocketbook a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to oppugn her current life story. After learning that paradise, underworld, Angels, Demons, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to remember she had seen too much to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to get it on more than, she wanted to occupy part in Baltoh's battle against the Demons and just do something that would let her know that she had a place in the bighearted world.

Putting her purse on her desk so that she could at to the lowest degree keep her center on the plume, she eventually managed to get some real study done.



Baltoh stood on the roof of a skyscraper, completely unseeable as he gazed out at the city and tried to smell the energy signature tune of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in netherworld, the drab spirits were keeping their powers hidden to avoid detection, making it next to impossible for Baltoh to pick them up. As he scanned the concrete hobo camp below, a undimmed tower of illumine shown down from the sky like a beam of sunshine piercing a stratum of wooden-headed clouds.

Floating down from the sky, a man appeared with pearly eagle-like wings stretching from his back 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 Holy Scripture of the statement carried a weightiness and ominous tone that no other language held, as it was the voice communication of the netherworld ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a form of speech production that was very dangerous to humans. If spoken in the general public, every mortal within earshot would be brought to their knees by crippling sickness. Speaking entire musical phrase like Baltoh had just done would cause them to cast off up and set out bleeding from their mouth, nose, and even capitulum and heart.

In English people, it translated to, ‘ hello Michael, I was wondering when you would express up.'

The Archangel's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boots, baggy pants, a sash, and a singlet over their long-sleeve shirts. The only dispute were that his clothes were as Elwyn Brooks White as his plume, he didn't have a lens hood, and he didn't have a pair of hamper on his wrists, though his did possess the rosary drop chains. His complexion was a lot tan than Baltoh's gray-haired hide tone, and he lacked hook, a ass, and of course, a span of Demon wings. His ear were pointed and he had a exclusive line of red wavy hair going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should consider yourself lucky that I decided to be benevolent and not snipe the sec I entered this realm."

"Even if you attacked me Michael, it would do you no good. You know as well as I do that my mogul is earthly concern apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both worlds of Christ Within and darkness, making me far hard than you could ever trust to be. Know your stead, Archangel."

"Your arrogance 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 Sami habit of getting involved with people as the night beasts that feed on miserableness. You have caused catastrophic equipment casualty to the city without even eliminating all traces of your existence and experience even socialized and murdered humanity. This is a crime of the highest order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The laws of Godhead mean cipher to me. Your male monarch is a apathetic fool, at least I do good in this reality. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"crimes"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about globe or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a bright fanfare of lightness from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his grip. The handle was of twisted atomic number 79 telegram with a crimson saddlebow, the bronze guard duty was shaped and engraved to look like a pair of holy person extension, and the vane was sterling flatware but stronger than steel.

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

At the mention of Abaddon and his minions, Baltoh condescendingly clicked his tongue and turned around."Go back to your swarm land, Michael. The site is the line of work of hellhole inhabitants only. If you want to get involved, do it on your own fourth dimension when I don't have to be called up."

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

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

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the city, with a marble-sized sphere of morose energy crackling at the tip of the chela of his index finger's breadth."Then I'll fire a Dark Pulse straight into the city and obliterate the next three knot of buildings."

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

"I'm half Demon, think of ? You never know what I'll do,"Baltoh said with a little smiling.

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern thick below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hound. Whimpering in fear and pain was a lady friend at his feet, eighteen years old with auburn hair and pale peel. She had her hands wrapped around her ankles, trying to stop the bleeding from her lop Achilles tendon. 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 cringe away.

The sadistic creature had recovered from his battle with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless multitude. In front of him, a small jiffy of red light popped about two beat above the ground and held its figure as a burn sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like gunpoint protruded from the side. The sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony point to let on itself. The two claws pushed against the side of the celestial sphere in opposite centering, slowly stretching it into a planar curtain, LE than a animal foot long, and slowly showing to a greater extent of their literal size. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the impassioned depths of the lowly materialization, latching themselves onto the edges of reality and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn molding between terra firma and nether region itself.

At a meter in diameter, the Department of the Interior of the fiery drapery seemingly fell away, revealing a burning burrow with bootleg fog pouring out. The claws that were hooked around the sharpness of the portal were the size of Tree logs, and with each open blank that formed by stretching the portal, another nipper would reach out and latch onto the edge, helping to extend the doorway.

Finally, when the portal site was about seven feet in diam, a devil leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breath. The Demon looked remarkably like to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle dead body and characteristics, only he didn't have hair and his twisted automobile horn were more like the automobile horn of a bull than a goat like Abaddon. Like the ogre, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armor plates and had a alloy shackle on each wrist.

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

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

"Or was it that you were just too decrepit 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 growling."Now you listen to me, your job is to retain that traitor off my backbone. 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 lost. I know what my Holy Order are ; you don't have to remind me. But in parliamentary law to do that, I need to have it away that you are following your orders as well. Why in the iniquity Almighty's public figure have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human being 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 typeface an saint or Baltoh shows up. I'm still recovering from my battle, so it will still remove clip to regain my full lastingness,"Abaddon defended before sitting back down on the boulder.

"well have you at to the lowest degree find fault your targets ?"

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

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

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

"These living humans are so much Sir Thomas More pure and intolerant to pain than the prisoners in hellhole, their screams of excruciation and humiliation are like music. Torturing this one daughter will give you as much Department of Energy as eating five. She's a little talent to help you regain some strength."

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

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the missy again, knocking her across the cavern floor. The scare away sobbing dupe desperately tried to crawl away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonising screech as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his claws, licking the profligate off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

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

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

The little girl gave another unspeakable scream as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her bird and pantie. Her lily-white bum was now wet with descent from five bass slice. Wrapping his tail around her waist, Rimmon lifted the fille up onto her mitt and stifle as he removed his cock, which was inhumanly gravid and ridged like a cactus without quills.

"Please no, please no no no !"the young lady begged, pulling on the primer to try and get away.

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed head of his briery dick pressed against the untouched mouth of her kitty. Grabbing her by the pelvic arch and digging into her flesh with his claws, Rimmon forced his extremity all the way into her in a single cruel shove.

As the serrated penis torus through the girl's virgin cunt and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so flashy in annoyance and humiliation that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in pain in the ass instead of delight. Rimmon groaned in evil blissfulness as he let his tool become accustomed to the softness of the woman's bitch. blood line was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human being acantha, Rimmon's putz had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an object of that size moving through such a small and tight opening is like using a jackhammer for a surgical incision, and she had basically just experienced giving giving birth to a near grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental strain of what was passing through the girl's mind as that happened and of the situation, and it's voiceless to determine whether the mental pain was the nifty or physical pain.

Licking his sassing, the monster pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as loud and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the nous and ridges scraping against the bleeding cuts. The trickle of blood turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cup mitt and drank it like it was elixir of everlasting young. With his clutches on his torment slave tightened, Rimmon forced his cock back into her brutalized pussy. This meter, the girl did not pipe in agony or humiliation, as she was too busy vomiting from them. The annoyance and mental scarring was so intense that her tum actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the missy's snap was overnice and lax ( or ripped open like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging genus Phallus. The girl was facedown in the pool of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable torture that was burning inside her from the waist. The lonesome way she could report the intuitive feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her mind, the tormenting cerebration of her polish off family, her stolen virginity, her defiled pureness, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated au naturel haemorrhage consistency played like a horror flick that she could not take care away from.

The torture victim's only relief came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the unbelievable profligate loss was making her delirious, and that her entire lower eubstance had been so heavily damaged that her nerves were only half functioning.

After twenty instant of the barbarian torturing, Rimmon finally pulled out of his young dupe, who was nearly catatonic. The charwoman's pussy was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so brutish and voiceless that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her heart-to-heart, and shredded the figure inside like grass under a weed whopper. Her twat looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to remark the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a limp ragdoll, her mouth open, her eyes glazed over, and her mind almost completely shut out down.

sensing living still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her tomentum over to him and forced his cock into her soft backtalk. As if woken up from a bad ambition, the girl suddenly became wild and tried to crusade the ogre away, but could not relieve herself or remove the member that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the infliction from her injuries came back, prompting her to make up with Rimmon's putz still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her headland and looked up, snarling like an wild lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of ejaculate into the girl's gullet. The animalise female child gave one final exam screech as the acidulent slime began to burn up through her vocal electric cord, but quickly became silent as her arterial blood vessel and spinal anesthesia cord were the next to go. With her headland being severed from her body, Rimmon dismounted her side and wiped the vomit off his cock, chuckling to himself as he tried to think back to the last meter he had such a peachy fucking. Redressing in the Roman soldier-like skirt of armor plateful that all ogre wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some dead mass and a few living ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its exponent and prestige even as spate over was brought through its daily birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the avaritia that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in volume and effort as the stockbrokers chief executive officer rolled by in the backs of their limo, tired from a long day of hoarded wealth hunt.

No one paid any attention to the silent man shuffling into the bunch with a feeding bottle in his hand. What the great unwashed didn't see was the rag sticking out of the nozzle. 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 consummate target.

property up the nursing bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the the great unwashed around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the bunch. Just as the actualization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the back of his limo, the fat balding man was trying to ignite the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated Zippo refused to pass on off more than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to light his cigar, he closed the Zippo, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his windowpane, throwing a mantle of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man's death was not essential. The street was already erupting into pure topsy-turvyness as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating citizenry at random.



A possessed wealthy businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic facial nerve twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the homo eubstance. With his suitcase in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to settle down her Down. Clutched tightly in her helping hand was the bank bill for his lunch. No tip had been left behind, only a note saying that servant should learn to bring food faster.

It was a diminished movement, one that really cause any equipment casualty. But already, film of the note were being spread across the internet and igniting monumental infernos of ira and resentment. Similar notes were being left across the city as the hate grew like thorny vines.



The deaden Night was filled with the strait of spray paint as possessed men and women scrawled vast messages on public control surface in deep red. The spook of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood sputter. The messages were things like ‘ GOD HATES cigarette ’, ‘ PRAISE ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR physical composition ’, ‘ IT'S THE Edward D. White star sign, NOT THE nigger HOUSE ’, and there were even more than than a few swastikas.



scandalisation boiled in the city with the rising sun as people would walk to their railway car and find that their tires had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the object of this hooliganism, both Democrat and republican. As people struggled to get to work, the vast shower of offensive message that had been spread across New House of York were in the cognitive process of being washed away by dire street cleaners, trying to score out them before the hatred spread.



Selene came to a plosive speech sound in the hallway of her place, having caught the strait of a awful conversation in the break room. With her hand on the doorcase, 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 time I imagine it,"one fair sex in her early on L tearfully said, wiping her optic with a tissue.

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

"I just heard it now on the radio. law were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the day care center, and when they arrived, half of the children were stagnant and the early one-half were missing !"

Selene's bloodline felt like cold Hg in her veins.

"blood covered the paries and almost all of the kid showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The law are tearing the city apart to find the children that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to endure, those poor people youngster !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every religious construction throughout the metropolis, as well as in front of metropolis Hall, with multitude praying for the safety of the taken minor and mourning their frightful death. And that was just the city, the position was already getting external attention. Completely unaware of the forces at work, the people prayed while the Demons and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough speciality to collapse it like an empty beer can. Sword in hired hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled army corps of the kidnap children. Already a boastfully puddle of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered torso. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of scourge, quickly opening their wing to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate repentance !"

Upon being spoken, the go materialized two boastfully wooden Cross on the Gargoyle's backrest, each more than twice as vauntingly as the Gargoyle's consistency. The Hell-spawn animal were instantly slammed into the ground with enough power to shatter the pavement, and even though the giant crosse were only laying on them like fallen trees, they could not sneak so much as a finger, as the sombreness acting on their organic structure had been multiplied to the stop where their unholy bones were about to snap.

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



The mayor of New York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot eyes. It was almost midnight and he was trying to enter 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 black geyser that shot up into the sky. Still not a single picture or picture of it could be found, which was as mysterious as the geyser itself.

A whack on the door drew his attention and one of his aides stepped in, trying to facilitate sort the hatful out."Mr. Mayor, you're going to desire to arrive see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where respective employees of the urban center Hall that were working through the night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police officers, were standing around a van-sized pile of piece of paper of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

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

Once of the constabulary officers picked one of the mainsheet and held it to the Christ Within of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a good look at it."It's an American English flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of urban center manse, completely undetectable by the homo, Abaddon gave a deep jape as he held out his hand. With a snatch of his digit, the entire pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of fear, watching as the flags burned.



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



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

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

A shadow shifted across her font, causing her to open her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended exterior and his buns curling and swishing behind him."Good break of day,"he said with no saying.

"Baltoh,"she said softly as she sat up, prompting her cat to flash to the groundwork of the bed with broad heart, neither hissing nor purring.

"I wanted to check in on you. I haven't been so deep in thought with my hunt that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to gain indisputable you weren't in danger or anything."

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

Selene was wearing zero but a bootleg thong and a mate bra that was struggling to oblige in her full breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could feel a very strong sentiency of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet voluptuous human body. As usual, the strength of these feelings of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the metier of his oddment of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to ride him, she bent down at a close 90º angle to pull a pair of jeans out of the lower drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel loan-blend a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shoal as he stared at her smooth-as-glass second joint and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stripper to shame and could bounce a quarter across the room. Her smuggled lace lash was nestled between the two impertinence like a length of conducting wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid's eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade skin, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her foot into a pair of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jean with the sash being dragged tightly against the back of her legs, the way a clay sculptor would dredge a string across her creation in progress to make 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 waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lap his lips and restrain his composure as his rushing blood line began to enlarge his cock.

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

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

Baltoh instantly felt his prick stir as her bosom seemed to expand with the parallel elevation of her arms."So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The Theodore Harold White tank top came down over her breasts, restoring his self-control. Selene swung her head from side of meat to side, straightening out her hanker hair."happy ?"she asked with a wry grin.

Baltoh did not answer. With a low giggle, she turned and walked to the doorway."seminal fluid on in before someone calls the police about a man with a poop and four wings watching citizenry from their fire escape."

While it wasn't a smile, Baltoh's facial expression lightened and he stepped into the way, first retracting his wings back into his organic structure and wrapping his yearn tail around his shank. As he stepped through the threshold of her bedroom, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't worry, the nimbus is mostly just a emblematical illusion of my garden angelica status. If I want it to, I can form it interact with the world around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of light, see ?"

He raised his hand and moved it back and forth through the doughnut of fervidness, not disturbing the flames in the slightest.

"So tell me, do you have any memories of the people that you once were ? You seem to understand ethnical extension just fine,"she asked while setting up the coffee maker.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and shelf."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time mortal in Hades crumble to dust, they've already undergone so much torturing that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. most of the computer memory I get are of people's practice in their daily lives, like their understandings and views of their culture. While I don't remember ever meeting a medico or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my discernment of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth tenner of grand of times to turn tail from infernal region when I am whelm and demise is almost guaranteed. adverse to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food chain."

"well what personal remembering do you have ?"she asked, taking two mugs out of one of her kitchen storage locker while the coffee pot slowly began to fill.

"I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to dismantle the city of Troy and enslave its hoi polloi, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th C France and beheading criminal, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old western United States, among former things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"meter in Hell motility at a much faster pace than in the human world, a single day here is an entire year there. It's hard to tell just how old I am as hell on earth has no season or yearly changes, but due to the day of the month here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

"Say, what is perdition like ? I get a vague melodic theme, but I'm curious. coffee tree ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or drinking. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human flesh in society to regain their intensity, but Angel Falls and Archangels do not demand living. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because zip ever passes through our systems.

Hell is actually rather small. The universe of it is just as tumid as this one but the gens ‘ Hell'denotes both the full region and the one region that is actually occupied by human and fiendish spirits is a single planet in empty quad. 95 % of the planet inferno covered by a sea of flack that burns for all timeless existence, but there is a position known as the islet of the Damned. It's the just landmass in all of inferno so it's the only blank space with only resident physician, and it serves as the entrance the satellite, where most of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of zones, which each zona corresponding to a different sort of prisoner and different variety of penalty. The zones are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly Sins, but by other divisor and geographical factors. homo that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing tortures and excruciating expiry, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can disembarrass them of their hurting. I consider myself favourable that my foeman don't have that trait. Even in Hell, being with holy person or ogre vitality are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the Saame opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victims of condition and those who meant to do good. self-destruction victims, heroes that have committed murder to bring justice, and even people who committed law-breaking completely by accident. Unfortunately, the absolute majority of the hoi polloi in snake pit are there only because of small violation that never hurt anyone and caused any trauma, but were still considered sins."

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

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

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

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

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

"I do know that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the prospect of these disturbances and I always find the faint smell of immorality. Abaddon and his partner in crime are taking over humans and using them to parent tenseness and cause chaos, though it has already gained momentum and no longsighted requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news, but a woman just threw a flaming bottle of gasoline into a mosque while it was full phase of the moon of masses. I got there moments after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no remorse in taking her life. It's being seen everywhere : religious fiend are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and discriminatory scene ( I'll probably kill them later ), new objection groups are starting and they are patrolling the city with political signs, and I've already found three dead bodies."

Selene stirred uncomfortably at the reference of murder."Are you really leave to defeat that easily ?"

detection her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial murderer that takes the lifespan of innocent mass. My name means"righteousness"in the speech communication of promised land and I was born from the hatred of evil of millions of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my dupe, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause harm and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torment they inflict and bring the justice that must decree. hate is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its way of life, but my hate is like red region, in that it incinerates the unjust."

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

"To be honest, I have no clue what the Demons are up to. I don't know if they're causing this pandemonium because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their apparent motion while they bring some plan to fruition. I can't cut through them when they possess homo, so unless they actually use their office with enough energy for me to sense or their human hosts are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't receive them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

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

He then walked back over to the island board and leaned over it, looking in genus Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a smell that affair are going to continue to step up. These acts of wildness and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this fire is just going to keep growing unless I can stop them. If I can't regain them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to exit New York until I can get the post under control."

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

Baltoh gained a uncommon smile at her obstinance."Have you always been so defiant ?"

"Always. Like virtually kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a little brat. I was always trying to push myself to my limitation and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't climb that tree, you'll gloam ”,"I don't aid if your buddy did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll trip ”. 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 sports ?"Baltoh asked, sitting back down.

Selene laughed."My parents still keep my old bedroom full moon of my prize, not to note awards from other school day groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance homework, sports, school golf-club, and a social sprightliness. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the impregnable and better I became. I was like a knife ; no issue how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

genus Selene's smile grew smaller, but did not disappear."I could never find oneself a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I've had twin boyfriend in my aliveness, 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 drop-off typeface or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the board with her chin resting on her hands."I wish I could refund these questions. You've spent your whole life fighting in the Hell of hellhole which means you haven't lived like a steady person, and I don't want to ask about the living 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 foreign,"she huffed, while maintaining her small smile.

Baltoh rested his chin on his script the Same way, looking into her eyes."What I was or what made she who I am should not matter, only who I am now should count. You don't need a past to sustain a time to come, you only need a stage from which that future can grow."

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

After the word passed her lips, the human and the crossbreed both became silent, staring into each other's optic. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments of measuring so pocket-sized that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their lip parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the board, landing between them.

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

"I should go, I have to find those Demons before things get out of hand,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his annex.

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

Baltoh mirrored the grinning on his own lips.

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

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

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



Selene and molly were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the background, the strait of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely placid. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with the great unwashed, all trying to love the nice weather condition before it rose into the unbearable summertime temperatures.

"I had the kinkiest dream last night…"Molly hummed as both woman leaned back in the Bench with their optic closed, trying to fleece up as much sun as possible like a pair of dozing cats.

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

"It was about that office Dec 25 party two twelvemonth ago,"mollie said coyly, raising one eyelid and glancing at genus Selene. Without opening her oculus, Selene scowled.

"molly, we agreed never to blab about that night, retrieve ?"she hissed.

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

"Yeah, because we were both drunk. recall what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each other for three calendar month and I almost leave office my job because it was just too unenviable 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 concerned in my sex dream just a min ago ? The idea that I'm doing something kinky turns you on, doesn't it ?"

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

genus Selene glared at her with inconspicuous daggers shooting from her eye, but no topic how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic collage of computer storage in her mind, and those memories were beginning to gain her aroused. Already she could feel her pussy moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resolve to finally break-dance and a flashback to flood her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the stall maze with a half-full charge card cup and a large stumble. This was the cobbler's last time they would allow strong drink, and for good intellect. The office political party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the eminent. Bored and to a greater extent than drunk to decide to get photocopying her ass, genus Selene was looking for molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to speak to. She had already wandered around most of the building, but there was one space she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's office door, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their frightful party boss. She did not take heed the moan or flesh clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing speech sound and the shrill but flabby whine of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the threshold and peered inside. molly was sitting in her boss'chair, her blouse open with her arms across her bare chest, her thong and skirt on the storey, and a vibrator being worked between her wooden leg ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"molly, what are you doing ?"genus Selene asked in otiose interestingness. The bosomy blond nearly jumped out of the chair.

"Selene, close the door !"

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

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

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

"Normally it takes a piece to get me off when I'm buzzed, but this is cockeyed. I've been fucking myself with this thing for half an 60 minutes and I've almost drained the batteries, not to mention my subdivision are exhausted."

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

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

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

Crossing her legs, genus Selene sat down on the base like a kindergartener at fib time. Molly spread her legs and only now did Selene seem a iota skittish at the mint of her kitty-cat, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

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

Squeamish but willing, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her forefinger finger and quarter round. She looked back and forth at the toy and the go around lips of her booster's slit, hungry for pleasance. A part of her was saying that this was going a slight too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a admirer, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The blond inebriate instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky physique of her moist Interior. The auditory sensation of the sexual call made genus Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to move the toy back and Forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a piston in mollie, the unfermented juices of her snatch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's digit. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her men, she could feel herself beginning to delight the act as well. The contorted locution of pleasure on Molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her breasts as her torso trembled and she pinched her teat, her flat tum rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the gratifying smell of her champion's slit was making her body tremble with heat and excitement. True, she had never felt any variety of attraction to women, at to the lowest degree no Thomas More than a slight wonder like everyone else had, but she had always felt a tinge or rousing when Molly bent grass over to nibble something up or was showing a particularly ample amount of cleavage. Selene often found her regard wandering when Molly was around, stirring her instinctive curiosity. And she had to accept that the symphonic music of mollie's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own snatch wet as well. After just a couple minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her full helping hand and was working it in her Friend with speedy hurrying, making Molly holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

"Oh my god, you actually work out your own juice ?"

"Of course, I am delicious !"

She then leaned forward in the death chair and put her hand on Selene's articulatio humeri as she licked the toy again."Here, try it."

Selene's whole body became rigid as the priapic toy was forced into her mouth against the vertebral column of her pharynx, nearly making her puke from the sinfulness of her friend's tone. She tried to tear away, but molly was holding her shoulder and making her to suck it. Molly truly was a master drunk, but even with crying rolling down her face from the punishment of her throat, Selene was too sot to find anything but joy at the delectable oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"Want some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a smile, Molly got down on her human knee and began working the dildo in her puss, slathering it in her succus. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side while Selene licked the other, both of them taking slap-up pleasure in tasting the blond's essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two adult female began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to meet. At starting time it was the little accidental hint, then cosmic string of saliva could be seen stretched between their back talk, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot palpitation of delight between her leg to continue.

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

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

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene's, slipping her tongue into her Friend's sassing and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy lipstick wraith blending together, molly grasped Selene's manus and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the message and inserted her digit into the wet possibility, tickling Molly's pussy and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hand, molly pulled off genus Selene's wench and panties with the other, revealing her own kitty, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into genus Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their endless kiss. Both charwoman began moving as mirror simulacrum, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a double helix. After a mo of necking, Molly sat up and undid Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jugful burst free from their material prison. Molly moved up by Selene's nous and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each early's boob in crease with their faces.

"cum on, suck on them,"mollie said coyly as her erect nipples hung just column inch above Selene's face.

Curious, submissive, and horny as infernal region, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around Molly's nipples, sucking on them hungrily and making mollie coo not just in physical bliss, but in the knowledge that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to draw the benefit. Molly lowered her head and painted Selene's areolas with her knife, taking incredible satisfaction in the taste and tone of her soft flesh.

For several proceedings, the two char sucked on each early's tits like leaching, practically leaving hickeys on their pointing mamilla. With a coy smile, molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her everlasting ass above Selene's face.

"I've wanted to lick your love pot ever since we met. seminal fluid on baby, you can't say that you haven't wanted to do the Saame,"She whispered, shaking her ass from position to side. genus Selene did not reply, as she was too hornlike to even speak.

get-go pulling her long blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her human face and slid her tongue through the sloppy entrance to her slit, making genus Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the enterprise, Selene raised her caput and buried her case 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 swain had done to please her as Molly's smooth ass nerve were clenched against the sides of her font. Molly gave the Sami moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two women into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussy, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every delectable drop-off of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the toxicant from a snake bite. Beneath her, genus Selene was becoming more and more accustom and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her tongue inside her Quaker the same way that mollie was moving her lingua in hers. She too was taking vast amount of money of pleasure in not just the sapidity of the hot wet cunt resting on her boldness, but the frizzy excitement making her whole body bombination at the softness of those Delicious pussycat lip and the cognition that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a grin, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her moan through mollie's ass. She turned on the toy, making it didder and rumble in Selene and using it to pull back forth more kitty juice to drink up. The federal agency was filled with the sound of the charwoman's moans of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oils. Licking her smiling sassing, mollie got up and shifted her exercising weight, sitting directly on Selene's face so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend's busty ass cheeks. Molly broadened her ascendency on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in genus Selene and making her spread her legs widely, pointing her high heels at the ceiling.

"That's right, honey. Lick my bitch,"Molly purred as she ran her tongue up genus Selene's fluid leg and continued to bed her wildly with the vibrator.

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

"nooky yourself and clobber my bunghole, do it,"she ordered, grinding her cheeks against Selene's face.

Selene obeyed with aroused inflammation, pushing her tongue as far into Molly's arse as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. molly gripped her breasts until the pale peel turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphory as Selene's soft wet natural language burrowed into her anus, tickling the legal tender moist frame. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively delectable and her knead puss brim wanted the pleasure to never end, not to refer that mollie's soft smooth ass felt amazing on the position of her brass. Her give endeavor were driving Molly insane in go, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her finger in her succus before sucking on them.

After almost five arcminute, molly finally got off of Selene and quickly bent down, licking her face clean like a dog licking a unclean plate. genus Selene had a drunken smile on her face as mollie's tongue ran up her face.

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

mollie grinned in arousal and lied back on the base, desperate for a endorse course of delicious twat. Selene moved up over molly's face, but in the rescind commission when their theatrical role had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her John L. H. Down and making her clout her pussy. The 2d molly started, Selene was moaning in euphory, feeling a much greater air pressure on her tender lips 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 small desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the full womanishness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's centre, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its interpolation, Molly nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the feeling of the toy shaking every 1 cm of moist form in her cunt and the indulgent delectability of genus Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before prospicient, genus Selene craved more from Molly ; she wanted to live what her supporter had experienced. She changed her position, getting on all four-spot with her nipples pointing at the roof. molly took the message and practically dove into Selene's rigorous son of a bitch, flirting her spit in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of genus Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so undecomposed. Keep licking, hold on licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her pussy and hungrily licked up the juice, while trying not to fall off balance.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against Molly's nerve while the blond nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her shit. Before long, Selene's second joint were burning like furnaces and she had to light Molly's jiggling knife. Like mollie had done, Selene bent down and licked her acquaintance's face like an ice pick cone.

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

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

"Now grind against me, the harder the in effect,"molly said before leaning forward and giving Selene a soft kiss.

smile and licking their mouth, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their twat sass aggressively candy kiss and smother each other over and over again. Their moans reached new floor of book and tone as the softness they felt surpassed everything else from that Night. rippling traversed their glassy smooth consistence as their thigh clapped against each other over and over again and their backtalk seemingly fused together with each sultry kiss. As their bodies moved in rhythm, they each reached out and rub down each early's titty, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several instant until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their pussycat were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent succus, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like frankfurter in the summertime from their exertion. Their consistence were both covered in a glistening film of perspiration, saliva, and vaginal juice, catching the ignitor and illuminating their toothsome curves.

spying her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her hired hand in the wet mixture between their pussies and licked it off as if it were water system from the Fountain of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her spit. She continued to move up, licking the sweat off genus Selene's luscious breast, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The fleshly kiss revived Selene, and she could finally feel the personal effects of the intoxicant wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling molly and at her own nude trunk, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in annoyance and tried not to rub her pegleg together. It hadn't taken her long after the party to call back everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, matter had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. mollie felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy whirl, and while genus Selene always said no, she could not discount that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her fingers between her legs, Selene often found that her best coming when memories of eating out mollie 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 spirit, one of her personal preferent"challenges ”.

This undeniable delight was probably why Selene forgave molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained best friends. As a good deal as she denied it, in her subconscious, the only ground why she never took Molly up on her sexual offers was because she didn't want to complicate their friendship any further. Though as the memories flashed through her intellect, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some space from mollie so that she could solve her mind.

Trying to keep her clitoris from shivering in arousal with greater vividness, Selene stood up and walked off.



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in presence of the day care center from which they had killed half of the children and taken the rest to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, line, and picture of the dead and missing child, while the street was covered in scum and aviator from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their scandal at how such a travesty could take home and what sort of world their children were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the devil, they had made their bodies invisible to prevent the light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a pantomime and licked his rim."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so copious in suffering and rage that each hint is euphoric. Attacking the small fry was a wise to move, as now the humanity of this city are faithful to rioting from reverence for themselves and their loved single and ire that this was allowed to bechance. I don't know which is more delectable, the flesh and blood of those children or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will befall. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human world. However, with my power at its maximum level and this urban center playing as the perfect breeding flat coat of maliciousness and suffering, the only way the variables could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a curse burial ground while torturing a few delicious humans,"he replied with an immorality smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his fork tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly sense your big businessman during the ritual. I'll stay fresh him off your back while it happens, just spend a penny sure you don't stop and you work as fast as possible."

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

Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny severed hand."The blood of a child, for a minuscule extra lot,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the manus and forming a little red puddle on the ground.

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

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

Spreading his backstage, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the generator of the drear big businessman levels he was sensing.



A howl wind blew through the street, forming a twister around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the Methedrine in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the sidewalk. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten ft in diam with the two Demons at the very edge. Black lightning crackled above the membrane and a great shadow could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten Angel Falls appeared. The men and women were dressed in white Thelonious Monk robe and looked to be in their early thirties.

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

"I'm not indisputable if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an interesting fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his sides. A sickening sliding phone emanated from his articulatio radiocarpea as two brand of inglorious steel burst out of the backs of his hands, parallel with his blazon and each protruding Sir Thomas More than a foot past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his brand, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their power to summon a repairing roadblock around the orbit. Normally it would embrace only about a century animal foot, but in this case, the illusionary dome had a radius of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the ogre blocked his attack with one of his blades and aimed his free hand at Michael."fiend Art : Dark heartbeat !"

A colossal focused shaft of light of Demon Energy Department erupted from the tip of the steel reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding buildings as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a battle cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the attack. The defense brought him to a drained stop, but with his leaf blade, he was able to rive the beam and half and debar them.

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the scatter blast, but with the holy man working to maintain the roadblock, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to crowd through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the crossbreed delivered a devastating kick to the daimon's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across water. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the anatomical structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the rite, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to return a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his hook and was about to counter with a pang from his stinger-like quarter, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his business leader 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 onrush could get in touch, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of Black person flames, slamming into them with more power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a furrow of buildings. thick clouds of dust and gage billowed from the buildings that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the black flame.

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

The moment of wholeness between the Archangel and hybrid was quickly broken as Baltoh turned and punched Michael in the jaw, sending him staggering back. He then wrapped his ass around Rimmon, gripping him with bone-crushing force, and pointed his finger at him."angel Art : divinity fudge Ray !"

The entire street was lit up as a broad but focus gilded optical maser surged from the tip of his chela, consuming the ogre as the equate and opposite of the Dark Pulse spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his daimon flank. glint flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the loan-blend could avenge, Michael placed his hand on his foe's fender and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ saint Art : Holy Thunder holloa !'

In a blinding instant, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a cut projectile. Wrapped in dope and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the street corner of the building adjacent room access, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deport another flack, Rimmon opened up his protective flank cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael's chest and sending a sputtering of blood across the wreckage of the buildings around them.

"angel Art : Divine Smite !"Baltoh roared, swooping straight down and plunging his blade into the ground between the Angelica Archangelica and Demon.

In a split minute, the entire city closure was riddled with shining glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a golden 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 preserve his focus on the summoning ritual while the ten saint that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to keep the barrier from shattering under the blend power of the three fighters.



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



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

Looping his finger around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a dozen copies of the anchor ring of golden lightness, all intertwined with a lightning-like corduroy. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like round top, the annulus of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and hybrid.

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ Demon Art : Iron whip !'Rimmon called.

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

The competitiveness had now moved, and the loan-blend, archangel, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The Angel Falls that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the roadblock to keep the battle from destroying the urban center, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and get rid of the remembering of citizenry in the battlefield and repair the hurt. Already, the Angels had removed half of the masses in the region, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred class had so many Angels been called from Heaven to suppress such a senior high floor of destruction.

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

A mystifying crack boxed everyone's ears as a channeled bolt of golden vitality was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight way. It was not true electric lightning, but it had alike speed and power.

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

A hopeful twinkling of black light flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in etching of skulls and Hellscript symbolization. The dash of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the divinity Ray, its penetrability came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could chance upon Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their swords locked, and cursed when the garden angelica spread his wings.

"Angel Art : nirvana Flash !"

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

Baltoh opened his wings once the Christ Within faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the eye of the now evacuate street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flush into a late volcanic crater and every window in the orbit was reduced to glass powder, filling the air like debris. Michael's eyes rolled back into his school principal and he lost consciousness from the botheration of the impact, but such a blow would only knock him out for a very legal brief time.

Baltoh raised his eye as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, despairing to make up a lethal strike. Without any cause, he swung his sword and knocked the blades aside the trice the Demon came in his range, then in a single fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a potent kick to the demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a pocket-size crater forming every prison term he touched the ground.

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

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retreat to keep off the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a one hundred meter away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel's solidus with his bare handwriting. Like the R-2 of a running noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail snapped around Michael's ankle, and with occult strong point, he flung the Archangel towards the face. Michael crashed into the forepart of the Chrysler building and drilled a yap straight through it with his soundbox before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining balance in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a pair of rapid-fire shotguns full of birdshot, his extension began launching 100 of feathers each second, with each one glowing with a blanched aura and packing Thomas More power than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a quiet expression on his facial expression, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his cause were unseeable, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide downpour of glint flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every single plume that would have struck him. The residuum of the arrows peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the paving material and filth with head-sized crater and kicking up clouds of rubble and sess.

Getting to his foot, Rimmon raised his hand and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"Demon Art : Monster separatrix !"

Bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five steel of vigor from his claws, razor dilute and faster than lightning. In a 1 here and now, five blood line appeared on everything within the planar plane of his slash. Cut by the monster's attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the entire top-third of the edifice slid cleanly off the diagonal cut gull, with Baltoh rightfulness in its route.

Sensing the utter opportunity, Michael quickly cast a trance."Angel Art : Crusading lope !"

Moving so fast that he was invisible, Michael flew down to the street at super speeding, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a hundred meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The Demon and Archangel both pointed their index fingerbreadth at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler Building dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening square towards his place, they shouted their spells.

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

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

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

Balling his hands into clenched fist, Baltoh held his arms out to his English and released an animalistic roaring that was brassy than a jet locomotive. Carried by his vocalization, an expanding house of cards of Caucasian and black power rushed from every column inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the kickoff microseconds of a nuclear blowup. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing covered stadium like water supply on sway, while the Chrysler Building was instantly vaporized upon contact with the open, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to fly for his life as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a nautical mile in radius alone before finally bursting into a mushroom-shaped cloud swarm. Rimmon wasn't as lucky and the burst slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his pulp and consuming him.

The angel manning the repairing and illusionary roadblock were brought to their knee trying to keep the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside world, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the entire city of New York with unequalled strength, shattering 1000 of windows, knocking people off their infantry and nearly sending them flying, ripping power communication channel to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the city to throw off violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep volcanic crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the swarm above parted as if a nuclear bomb calorimeter had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the hundreds of backer that had arrived to the metropolis, as well as C more arriving from Heaven at that very moment, were using their tycoon to recreate the area as it had been before the fight, basically turning back sentence so that no one would ever know.

With insensate pep pill, they put back all of the evacuated masses in the exact same placement that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unscathed, removed any computer storage of the vista, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a familiar sense of dread stroke through his mind like an electric automobile flow. He looked to the East, sensing Abaddon's big businessman, as well as the world power of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.

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



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's unfathomable ability snuff out Rimmon's existence, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on death's door."Damn it, that cocky bastard went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angels still around, I'll really require 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 flames of Hell burn without curtailment."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the world of the living. This repulsion dagger shall wave the end of the world."

From the semi permeable portal to hell, a dark aim rose up in the street like the mitt of a zombi bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave. The object was a tower, ten animal foot in diameter and twoscore human foot in altitude, made of chalky obsidian and covered in blood-red symbolic representation. The base of the column was adorned with carvings of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style thread level of different bones and limbs. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle face was carved in each side of meat, all with the precise same expression. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one point, above the very meat of the obelisk.

An undeniable intonation strait began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple rich voices murmuring cuss in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the intonation grew in bulk. Above the city, wickedness 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 shapes and seemingly twist and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending ripples through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ominous subjugation, people throughout the city began to feel sick to their stomachs and lightheaded, as the dark-skinned malevolence of the artifact poisoned their creative thinker like a toxic miasma.

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



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hired man balled into fists so tightly that blood trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his daemon side of meat, making it difficult to subdue his violent urges. He despised these artifacts for their artificially powerful influence, not to note he found their mindless iniquity highly disturbing.

"How the hell was one of these summoned to the public of the living ? Only Archangels should suffer to ability to use their magical spell in different realms."

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

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

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

"Sorry, I didn't want to get in your way again. It took everything I had to wait until you were done fighting before I finally came to notice you, I wanted to make sure you weren't hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her representative weak and her centre closed.

existence so close to the dagger was taking a expectant toll on her dead body, so much so that she could barely delay on her fundament. Baltoh gained one of his rare smiling."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the care,"he said, crouching down with genus Selene in his arms. After brushing aside a ringlet of her pilus, he held his taloned hand over her typeface."Angel Art : Laying On Of hands. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if limpid light were running through her veins, Selene's body began to glow as the first spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the second spell wrapped her in a dilute layer of holy energy, protecting her from any further affects. Selene's eyes opened and she took a abstruse shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her principal, trying to slay the last tracing of semiconsciousness.

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

Selene's breathing became flying 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 fright, Selene followed him."ogre will occasionally use these in engagement, as it provides a considerable specialty boost, not to mention it energizes the immorality design of all the intent around it. Often when they are used, it is to drag up the strength of an ground forces of Gargoyles and set them open upon me, or strengthen the black hearts of the truly evil human resident physician of sin to help them join together to form a Demon-level beast 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 people of this city so uncivilised with rage and malevolence that they could rip New York apart like a pack of rabid wolves."

All her liveliness, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of fear at trying something new and stir ; bungee jumping, sky-diving, mountain mounting, that form of matter. But being so close to this cursed towboat, the reverence that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's patch, she felt like at any endorse, something direful was about to happen, or that the dagger was alive and staring heterosexual person at her, like a serial killer whale before he makes his move. This crippling sense of dread and terror sent frisson up her vertebral column and made her smell like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hired man, clutching it tightly. The contact lens brushed aside the influence of the dagger for both of them, and even Baltoh had to hold that holding Selene's hired man filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just breaks. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still have heavily minus affects, just like radioactive waste matter. I can blast it with utter holy place vigor and try to obliterate it, but there will always be stiff. No, there is a simpler and better way…"

Snapping his finger's breadth, Baltoh opened up a hepatic portal vein to blaze right beneath the tower. Instantly, the obelisk fell through the portal site as if it had been set on a quick-frozen lake and the ice had broken under its weightiness. With another snap of his fingers, he closed his fingers, sealing the cursed artefact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike daemon and Gargoyles, Angels and Angelica Archangelica have the power to put down and leave the three realms at any time, even Hell."

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

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

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

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

He was cut off as a quick glint of light caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's buttocks flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in duration as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the Demon's object, Baltoh gave a angry holla and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail before it could happen upon Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the bam that ended the engagement. Almost every inch of outer figure had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterized vena, not to mention that his annexe had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare lash out this woman ? ! You will repent for your ogre sins, and you will suffer the most abominable decease that your vile kind can experience ! Angel Falls Art : net Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to sever his own tail so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a large Edward White crucifix explosion out of the ground behind him, measuring twenty dollar bill feet in height and eight invertebrate foot wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a roar of terror as whips with pieces of toothed metal braided into the Strand wrapped around his limbs and torso and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless organic structure. unable to move, Rimmon could do little more than howling as a three magnanimous nails materialized, the first two driving through his ribbon and the tertiary piercing his ankle and securing them to the English of the master radio beam. The final chasteness came in the form of a crown of pricker, which acted like a trammel around the devil's forefront, tying him to the vertical beam of the cross with bloodline running down his fount. At least, a shaft leaf blade appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's chest, piercing his black heart.

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

In roaring flash, a bonfire of golden flaming flared up at the base of the hybridisation, reaching up and curling around the suffering Demon. Already bleeding to end with a ruptured center and no skin to encompass his lacerate muscle, Rimmon gave one last ululation of agony as the holy hell on earth ate away at his trunk, burning his build as if he had been coated in thermite. In LE than half a minute of arc, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the Crucifixion apparatus all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his body like roue from a disastrous accidental injury, and Selene was staring at him with blanket eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much more lull and collect. 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 hired man on his cheek. The gentle mite and stamp care that Baltoh could palpate flowing into him from her hand calmed his organic structure and removed the death shadow of tune from conflict. But while this odoriferous touch sent waves of walking on air through his trunk, Baltoh felt a syndicate of fear and jumpiness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The night was an unusually noisy one from enchantress blaring in the background as copper sped throughout the city to answer vandalism and assault calls. Every night, it seemed like the urban center was becoming more and more chaotic and the masses were becoming more extreme point with their prospect, 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 community shopping centre where an anti-Obama right-wing rallying was being held, before some Cy Young Democrat through in some fireworks and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a dreary street, devoid of luminousness or mass. On the priming nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed ovolo into his hand, cursing through barred dentition as he tried to use the pain sensation 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 life have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolve to press and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this urban center and being around her muzzle my will and leaves me unable to crusade at my prime ? I should cause been capable to vote down Abaddon and that other fiend with a snap of my fingers, Michael should take in been zip more than an annoying fly, and even with their powerfulness hidden, tracking down my fair game should have only taken one or two or three days at most. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every thought of her extinguish the fire in my soul ?'

He held out his paw, letting the rip trickle from the wound in his palm and drip on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his manus, the thinking of Selene continued to swirl through his judgement, leaving him just as broken as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his point up as a unknown genius zipped through his judgment. It wasn't an surge in Demon free energy or the king of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could sense something through the feathering he had given her. It was meant to tell him if she was in danger so that he could receive her and serve her, but in all satinpod, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his plumage that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy strong-arm activity and a cascade of thoughts running through her brain. If she had been attacked again, then the variant on her body and idea would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to down her, there was an undeniable hazard that something was wrong.

Spreading his wing, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so much speciality and creating such a powerful shockwave that all of the cars in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her position, tracking his own Department of Energy signature in the feather he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her apartment. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her menage ? Was someone breaking into her flat ?

"angel Art : Crusading lope !"

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



Baltoh landed on genus Selene's fire escape and became intangible, passing through the windowpane. Completely indiscernible to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the slightest physical disturbance. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the blood spate from his consistency and syndicate in his cock.

prevarication in her bed was Selene, completely naked and far from being asleep. Her rightfulness had was meddlesome stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her slit while she was using her left hand to squeeze and massage her breast, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the pillow adjacent to her and she was brushing her side against the feather sown on the front like a cat against a article of furniture corner. With each ghost of the moist lips that she made with her fingerbreadth, Selene would return a flabby coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the scene being forever printed in his storage. Watching Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the feather against her look left Baltoh more confused and aroused than ever before in his life. Just the inaugural five indorsement of looking at her had given him an hard-on that would put a human to shame.

Selene's delicate coos turned into a lenify moan as she moved from just stroking the backtalk of her pussy to full introduction of her fingers. Moving her finger's breadth in and out of her snatch, Selene writhed and stretched with her solid body trembling in arousal. With her remaining hand, she began squeezing her bosom more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to form her finger's breadth faster and with more than zip, sending ripples through her wellspring toned frame as she fucked herself with greater f number. Her moans quickly began to increase in shrillness and bulk and she even moved her left hand from her voiced breasts to the edge of the bed, holding on for dear life. Finally, genus Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic juices. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her pitch black body. Baltoh's external respiration was heavy as he watched her finally become calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard peter remained substantial than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to go down asleep, Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw drop. With a jade smile on her typeface, she removed her fingers from wet pussy and held them over her brass. Reaching up with her lingua, she wrapped her lips around her finger, sucking away the crude from her body. Baltoh could not stop a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum slime from the head of his cock.

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

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the plumage sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his peter. Due to him being originally born as a Demon ( a primal creature driven by animalistic instinct along with the spitefulness of the past lives that made it ), he was quite bosomy but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a fiend, due to his Archangel body. Being careful not to knick himself with his claws, he began stroking his erect penis and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his body. It was a unspoiled thing that he was indiscernible to mortals, as every movement of his hand made him grunt in relief.

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

genus Selene gave a gasping moan as she spread her legs and pushed the dildo into her swollen cunt, biting her lip as it filled her. Slowly moving her handwriting back and Forth River, 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 lingua as he furiously stroked his rooster to the sight of Selene penetrating herself with the dildo.

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

She moved her script faster and faster, wildly fucking herself while she had her brass pressed against her bag like a pillow, kissing the feather that Baltoh had given her. He walked over to the foundation of the bed, still stroking his pecker as he gazed at genus Selene's flawless ass and the dildo being plunged into her twat. He could barely moderate himself, all of his discombobulation had been pushed aside, and now there was only sexual desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her mouth, sucking on it with smack as she savored the mouthful of her own essence. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved several pillows, as well as a silk scarf joint from her bedside table. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the eye of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the nominal head of the pile, while tying both ends of the scarf joint to the incline of the headboard tightly, so that the batch of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not get along gratis.

Using the sight of pillows to create 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 script and stifle and began leaning back and forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

Watching Selene's bountiful chest swing and bounce each fourth dimension she forced the toy into her intumesce pussycat, Baltoh could experience an orgasm welling in his rooster, the first of all in his life. Picking up amphetamine, 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, genus Selene gave a cheap moan as she had her final examination orgasm of the night and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after current of cum sprayed from the head of his turncock and soaked the foot of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and genus Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the makeshift setup and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside table and the extra pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's assuagement, she didn't touching any of the semen that had landed on the ft of her bed, and just lied down underneath the covers and closed her eyes.

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija Board in the bell shape tower of the riverside Christian church, made from the hide from a woman's back with the act and letters written in origin, and the phonograph record for communication had been carved from the braincase of her unborn tyke. Both had been a very scrumptious snack. The daimon held his hand over the culture medium and black lightning began to rain buckets from his palm.

"Maker Tenebrous, I bring updates on our delegation. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my strength is no considerably. The test summon was a succeeder, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the side by side stage with Baltoh around, as he will hunt down me down and shoot down me before any action mechanism can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in quicksilver and spastic jerked meat, the record began to shift across the Ouija board Board, spelling out the reply.

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

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

Again the disc began to move."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him scattered, so killing her would do nothing but focus his mind back on you, not to bring up it would trip 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 dodging of an federal agency building. As common, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this clock time, the persuasion and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every time he blinked, the entire scene of that beautiful woman 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 deep confines of his mind, he felt gravid sorrow for not revealing himself that night, for not being open about his presence while he watched Selene, and letting the events of the night drum roll on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two choices : he could either face Selene and his fox tactile sensation, or he could stay away from her, cease the missionary station, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this muddiness to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him sick with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just leave behind her, not physically or emotionally. He had to figure this out, or it would haunt him for the ease of eternity.

As he reached out with his nous to try and witness the feather he had given Selene, a trashy commotion began to build in the screen background, drawing his attention.



Selene and Molly were sitting out in the sun at table in social movement of a coffee shop eatery. Both were drinking iced coffee berry, and while Molly was having a plain salad, genus Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the first metre. They often came here for luncheon, and the conversation they were having was of the usual bailiwick, but it suddenly took a turning that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been wrong ? You seem so distracted and aloof lately. You appear to be daydreaming to a greater extent than an ADD kid in math grade,"her friend remarked.

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

"All the time. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing love alphabetic character that I never chain armour and now just put fresh shelling in my vibrator,"she said casually, making genus Selene choke on her soup.

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

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

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

"Baltoh."

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

"You could say that…"genus Selene shrugged, realizing that she would stimulate to opt her words carefully.

"So what's he like ?"

"wellspring he… he's kind of… How can I explain this ? He has a very narrow aroused range of a function but I think he's starting to originate and warm up, and he's incredibly intelligent,"genus Selene described, trying to summarize her understanding of the hybrid.

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

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

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

"Then why did you wreak him up if you weren't going to answer all of my head ? ! Do you have any idea how dire I am to notice out now ? !"

"Sorry, I just wanted to tell somebody about him. I just don't know what to do, because I'm not sure how long he'll arrest here and I don't really have it away how to spill the beans to him about this."

Before mollie could give her advice, a chorus line of call coming from the adjacent street cut her off. Everyone on the sidewalk turned in the direction of the sound, which had slowly been growing over time but was now impossible to snub, especially with the police sirens blaring.

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

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

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

cut through an back street, the two women crossed over to the next street, where a full-on battle between the police and a drove of Occupy protestors was being waged. bout gas filled the air and nothing could be heard but the sempiternal shouts of violence and the sounds of protestation planetary house striking riot shell. Already, the nihilist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest radical were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the area, using the fervour as a covert for their crimes. Every second that passed brought more thigh-slapper cops and even more protestors.

With guileless riot shields and inglorious Kevlar wooing, the military officer were more than safe against the protestors ; but it was the telephone number that were forming a problem. The cable of cops was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one direction. Those at the front of the horde beat their foretoken and fists against the officers'buckler, desperately trying to breach through and last as long as they could before being forced to move back, due to the pain of being maced and the wound inflicted by the military officer's gild. With bleeding faces and bump fingers, those that were unable to fight any longer tried to squeeze between the two tectonic dental plate that were the cops and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper atomizer. Many never made it out, and were forced to the solid ground where they fought to not get crushed to destruction. Every few bit, a cop behind the barrier would hurl a lacrimator canister shot into the crew, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

Selene and Molly stood in the bowling alley, neither one brave enough to jumpstart into the affray and get the dickhead beaten out of them. This was a full-blown riot, and it wouldn't be long until Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov Cocktails would begin flying. Pondering what to do, the cleaning woman were shocked as a young man, barely 19, was thrown from the mob of protestors and into the alley with a bleeding head wound.

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

"What happened ?"Molly asked.

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

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

"Get out of here, go to the hospital."Selene said sadly, pulling the man to his animal foot. He nodded his fountainhead and staggered off, leaving the two woman alone on the avocation of the battle.

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

Selene looked at the battle going on not twelve pes 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 bird of Jove, inaudible and unseeable to human eye, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his back talk. He wished he had been given rescript to assail her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic fuck, not to mention a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fantasies would have to do, until he could sample her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shield of the belly laugh police like Persians against Greeks, he breathed in the shoot down gas like it was the smell of a sweet flower and basked in his dissoluteness. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the results were better than he dared pipe dream.

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

Taking a deep breathing place, he expanded his lungs to their uttermost size of it and volume, saturating it with his malevolent energy, while making sure that Baltoh would not be capable to sense the action. Once the air in his lungs was malign enough, he exhaled, releasing a black cloud into the horde of people, with them completely unaware and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grinning as the black fumes rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by movements in the air, but by the anger and rage that every mortal was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"Demon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the magic spell would work quickly enough.



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

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



There were well over two century mass now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and pain in the neck to spawn at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to struggle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the negative get-up-and-go billowing like pot from a tire fire, the black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into distinguish clouds and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable physique could be seen taking material body and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human baby, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fangs, claws, and annex began to get. Standing in the alley, Selene felt a very cold shiver crawl up her spine, as if someone was breathing on the back of her neck while touching her bare skin with an ice regular hexahedron. She wrapped arms around her breadbasket, suddenly nauseous and filled with dread. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was powerful, and it was close.

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

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



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

Stretching his tail like a wanderer creating a ancestry 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 institution, Baltoh shot down like an eagle towards a fish just below the surface of a river.

"demon Art : Shade shimmer !"Abaddon desperately called, having less than a secondment before Baltoh reached him.

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

With his whole body vibration, Baltoh looked up and released a hellish roar like that of lion, howling in frustration. That beastly call was so great in loudness that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a 1 living beast could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to attack Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his end of gaining support and got away with it was the source of his furor. He was used to fiend running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their sprightliness once the vast difference in potency became apparent. In Hell, well over one-half of every daimon fight resulted in his prey managing to escape, but this time was unlike, as for every day that Abaddon and his associate roamed resign in the homo world, animation were being lost.

"Damn it ! Every clip I almost have him, and every clip he escapes before I dig my claw into his heart ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL FIND YOU ABADDON ! I'LL FIND YOU !"he thundered, causing his energy to deluge outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its cooling cooler.

All the the great unwashed below him were knocked off their pes by the hurricane winds that the surge of power was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with storm clouds. Clinging to the incline of the building adjacent to her, Selene tried to fight the unstoppable winding pummeling everyone in the street.

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

"sufficiency of this madness ! You are causing just as a lot wipeout 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 snarl, barring his fangs. Holding his hired hand down low, he materialized his steel and delivered an uppercut stroke as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two sword clashed with a rainbow of sparks, but with simplicity, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a table saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the chest, inflicting a injury that would be disastrous to any homo, and launching the Archangel like a golf ball with ancestry pouring from his mouth.

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

Picking up a familiar smell on the air, Baltoh turned and gazed down at Selene in the alley. The beautiful womanhood was looking around desperately, straining her eyes to try and incur Baltoh. He had to speak with her, but later, when they would have secrecy and clock time.



Abaddon stood over a litter of monster, all grouped together and feasting on a cumulus of freshly slain stiff in the life room of a house on the outskirts of the city. All the furniture had been smashed to spell, the Windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the creature the purdah they needed while they grew and matured. With each bite they took, their brawniness grew in size and enduringness, and their flagitious seventh cranial nerve characteristics became sharper and more distinguishable.

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

He then turned around to face a beautiful nineteen-year-old young lady with tenacious blond hair. She was in the corner, sobbing in threat as she watched the beasts feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an well-to-do chair in Selene's apartment with his fingerbreadth tented, waiting in the dark for Selene to come nursing home. While his body was still, his creative thinker was buzzing as he tried to pick the Son he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his sprightliness had he been so confused and so nervous, and all at the thought and bearing of a mere human.

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

"Selene…"

The calling of her name spun genus Selene around with spacious eyes and she stared at Baltoh, trying to catch her intimation at the sight of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

The hybrid got up and retracted his annexe into his body as he walked over to her."Is now a bad time ? I need to verbalize 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 next to her, leaning against the island board. She almost seemed taken back by the question.

"No, of course not ! I just… I was just trying to work what happened today in the street between the cops and the protestors, it's all over the intelligence as the swelled clangour in the Occupy history."She then smiled and gave a soft jest."But I bet you already know about that. I'm pretty sure enough you were there when it happened."

Baltoh's lips twisted as he tried to smile."genus Selene, what I need to utter to you about, it's not about my mission, devil, saint, 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 suppose the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the table, unable to meet her gaze.

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into macrocosm as a daimon that was born from the craze and pain of heroes that suffered for eons in Hell, and I have lived my entire life for the undivided purpose of fighting and slaying malign. But you… whenever I look at you or cogitate about you… it's like stepping out of a raging nether region and into a waterfall. I feel all my anger melt away and I lose the will to fight for anything other than you."

Selene gasped at his intelligence and tried to guess up a response.

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

Selene licked her backtalk first with a face of uncertainty, then with a small smile.

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

The utter Christian Bible struck Baltoh like a cold intimation of air and he stared at her almost in awe.

With her smile small but cutter, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't know how to explain it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few times, but my middle and my consistency ache for you. I haven't developed belief like this for someone this quickly since I was a niggling girlfriend, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two halves of a Swiss watch, so many specific paraphernalia 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 universe, but I know with my heart and soulfulness that you are the just one who can possibly complete me."

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

"I've always searched for the amazing and the concern matter in the human race, and you are practically divine in your singularity. Being with you is like looking into the very centre of the macrocosm. My feelings for you are only equaled by my luxuria, as I know that you can live up to every demand I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to bang the enigma that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

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

"While you may have been born of fury, I think there is one matter that you hate just as often as you hate evil, and that is the thought of being alone."

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their backtalk together, kissing for several irregular. As the embrace continued, Selene slipped her tongue between Baltoh's limp, nearly making him jerk in surprise but also hum in joy at the softness and appreciation of her tongue in his oral cavity. Deciding to mirror her action, he sent his own tongue into genus Selene's oral cavity, shocking her and making her end the candy kiss, leaving his foresighted forked tongue hanging in the air like a snake in mid-strike.

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

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

After almost a second of their brim joining like two waves and separating, the candy kiss was ended, and genus Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her dark bedchamber. Inside, the only informant of illuminance was Baltoh's burning glory, casting dancing shadows upon every surface. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy grin as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the legion scrape that pocked his muscularity and the two French horn hide out beneath his hoodlum. Pulling off his pants, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would hurt and if this was one challenge that would exhaust her. With his rump flicking like that of a cat on the Richard Morris Hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lips locked, he reached up to undo the clit of her white blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his hand up, cutting through the button threads on her blouse with the pincer on his exponent finger's breadth, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lacing bra. Selene grasped the opus of lingerie before Baltoh could take a pincer to it, letting her tits spring free like airbags.

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

genus Selene laid her psyche back and purred in sexual exhilaration as she felt Baltoh squeeze and knead the melon-sized mounds of flesh, physically inspecting every centimeter of soft hide, while of course of instruction being careful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

"Oh yes babe, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked tongue ghost her areola and his backtalk wrap around her erect nipples.

He moved back and Forth between her handsome tits, wrapping his long tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every berth of exhibit skin. Sucking on her mamilla like a finger-trap around a finger, he pulled on her breast, stimulating the spiritualist nerve termination to the point that genus Selene was nearly chewing off her depressed lip in jubilation.

"Oh god, you're driving me crazy !"she groaned with her hand stroking the backtalk of her wet cunt.

Remembering back to his homo past life story in terms of the move of involvement, Baltoh decided to move on. Lowering his headland, he dragged his forked lingua down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming future and absolutely desperate for it, Selene stopped him to dispatch her skirt and moist thong. With her human knee on his articulatio humeri, Baltoh held his psyche just above the soft wet brim of her pussy, which carried the syncope scent of the soap from her last shower.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his tongue, giving a quick lick that nearly made genus Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his recollective snake-long tongue in between the brim like an widget electric cord into a wall socket, sampling the unfermented slightly-fruity predilection of her juicy insides. He pressed his lips against the gate of paradise, slurping on Selene's pussycat like he was trapped in a apricot and could only use his mouth to escape.

Selene could not contain her moans as she felt Baltoh get the knack of orally pleasuring her, making her entire lower body shake from the bliss. Her cry doubled in volume as he fully inserted his natural language into her puss, licking her farthest depths of her soft interior and mixing his saliva with her juices. genus Selene basically had to prick down on her pillow to go on from screaming in intimate hysteria as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his mouth massaged and tickled the curtain raising. She had her hand on the rear of his point, pushing his case deeper into her sugariness snatch and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable taste and slurped up her juice like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last drib out of his H2O bottle.

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

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

"Best climax of my life…"She was only able to mutter.

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

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

Baltoh did not answer, only smiled and gave the quick exhale of a laugh. Using his clawed manpower very carefully, he grasped the ray of light of his cock and slowly guided it to her gates of promised land, pressing the head against the moist, delicate lips. Wrapping his poop around the bed in tense expectation, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect tool into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his back and cry out.

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

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

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

"No… it's ok. I've just never had anyone that big, and it will take a bit of time to get used to it. But commend when I said that I knew that you would be able to satisfy my every want ? 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 people remotion. Leaving only the head inside, he gave her a minute to brace herself for the future introduction. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet pussy, using her succus as lubricator. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and erratum sensation of sexual fill. Having buried his shaft all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a risk, he pushed his dick into her vain puss in a single stroke, making her groan at the top of her lungs from the deep penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally meter to really move. Taking the right billet above her, he began working the shot in and out of her in long, becalm accident, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally move at a fair speed, Baltoh let his body continue on automatic pilot while he mentally processed the different tactual sensation that his cock was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable softness of each gibbousness, ridge, and congregation in her pussy. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, genus Selene no longer felt any bother and was now moaning like an opera house singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her fingers into his back.

As Baltoh's focal ratio increased, he held himself gamy above her as if in mid-pushup, silencing her moan as he kissed her and relishing the tone of her pointing nipple moving against his breast like soma skaters on ice.

Changing locating, he sat up on his heels and grabbed Selene's thigh, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his speed. With each powerful thrust into his buff, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her titmouse bound and roll wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in go, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an quake of biblical symmetry was rocking the building, and her moans of euphory were replaced with a bass gasping call as the nous of his cock slammed her inside like the tip of a jackhammer.

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

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

She didn't need to cease speaking, as the subconscious bowel movement of her handwriting to her titty told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The longer that he was working, the Thomas More he could find his Demon side being energized. Specifically, it was his Demon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her script and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his face just in from hers, all the while continuing to fuck her like a machine. Selene suddenly gained a very ravenous and excited expression on her typeface as she felt the change in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant side taking command and gaining the desire to both fight it and submit to it. She raised her head and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his low-toned lip with her tooth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"Come on baby, I'm so penny-pinching to cumming, lie with me harder !"

"Yes my sexual love,"he said before giving one survive expanse of her soft mouth with his tongue.

Moving his deal to her articulatio coxae, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all fours, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knee, he tightened his clutches on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman f number, slamming her cunt so hard and so fast that it was almost beastly. Trying to stay up with her arms straight, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw baron that she was going to sick. She could take in sworn a sex machine was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

Behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripples passing through her toned torso and listening to the orgasmic hand clapping sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and business firm thighs slapping against his stage and the Base of his cock. The randomness was so rich and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that auditory sensation would instantly get it on what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her rhythm ass bounciness and ripple while basically skewered on his dick, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside eyeshot and gaze upon her white meat, which were swinging like the round punching grip that boxer practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an sexual climax that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito morsel, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two devotee each experienced bone-shaking oscillation pulsing through their physical structure as their orgasms overcame them. Selene released a jubilated screaming that could shatter glass as her pussy became flooded with juice and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like roar as he shot jet after jet of semen into Selene, filling her up to the head that streams of gunk were spilling out past his cock.

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

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

"Being that was my beginning time, I can in all satinpod say the Lapp,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very odor of her hair as pressed his lips against the back of her ear."Is this what love feels like ?"

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

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





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his deep sleep by a warm wet feeling around his cock. With a yawn and a tired hum, he opened his oculus and looked down, smiling as he watched genus Selene's beautiful head bob up and down. She had a coy feeling in her oculus as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a tired reaching and his grinning grew wider as her soft spit slathered the prick with her rim wrapped securely around the head. She then released the drumhead and spat on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a broad hard-on with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a ringlet of her hair, careful not to chafe her cheek with his penetrating chela. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her soft mouth, pressing the tip of her tongue into the slit on the foreland while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another stock groan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her cushy mouth with the head going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several bit, Selene took his cock out of her sass and began stroking it furiously against her bountiful pap. The easygoing tegument felt absolutely incredible against his bulging pecker, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her wish, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick-skulled ropey current of ejaculate across her breasts. With a coy smile, she smeared his turncock against her chest like a soapy sponge, coating her chest in his cum. Holding the jumbo overweight water balloons, she leaned down and licked off the seminal fluid, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing teat with relish.

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

"good break of day,"he said, wrapping his branch around her.

"good morning. How did you log Z's ?"she asked, kissing him on the forehead in return.

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

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

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

"Well I've always practiced on bananas for when I would feel the correctly guy. Plus my best ally Molly is a lord in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me Spanish pointer. I'll be honest, I think I enjoyed it just as much as you did."

At her word, Baltoh leaned forward to buss her, but suddenly stopped. He could feel something was wrong, something that he had been unable to detect before, but was now as net as it was nipping, like the olfactory sensation of a rotting carcase in an enclosed space. He could sense vigour in the air, both Archangel and fiend and vast amounts of them.

"time lag, something happened. I need to get outside, now."



Baltoh stood on the roof of Selene's apartment edifice while she sat in her living room, watching the news for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking several deeply breaths, sampling the vast cascade of light and dark energy in the air. As far as he could tell, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any sign of conflict or destruction, but the chummy vitality that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

"It's the weirdest matter, there are one C of missing cases being reported and cipher knows anything."Selene said, walking up behind him.

Baltoh bit his lip in ira, causing blood to trickle down his mentum."hoot it, just as I thought."

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

"There was a fight lowest nighttime, a big one. Whenever with child numbers the great unwashed go missing at once, it means that the violence of Heaven and Hell faced each other and there were civilian fatal accident, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed buildings or craters in the metropolis from finally night, which means that the Angels have been hard at body of work, repairing the damage and erasing memories so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not mend is the death toll. Last night, one C of people were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the conflict, they are being reported as missing.

I should give sensed it ; I should deliver sensed the fighting going on as if I were watching it from front row ass. Of all the sentence for this battle to be waged, it was when I was the most deflect and focused on early things."He cursed, thinking back to the night of passion. With her eyes filled with sadness, genus Selene took her manpower off Baltoh's articulatio humeri and stepped back, praying that he wasn't blaming her for what happened.

"Baltoh !"an angry vocalism 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 Andrew D. White eagle wings, but his facial characteristics were much difference. While his hair was blond and cut short, he had several piercings through his pointed auricle, his supercilium, one through his lower lip, and three through the bridge of his nose. The Archangel and Selene paid no attention to each former, as he was completely invisible and unhearable to her.

"There is no degree 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 garden angelica became visible, causing Selene to derail back out of shock and clutches Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from paradise with pure amazement, now having soul to equate Baltoh too other than that legal brief sight of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

He and Gabriel were in no way friend, but neither were they foe, only in that they didn't try to stamp out each early. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat plus force in the universe, one that he refused to work with or slope with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest thing he had to a friend, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little More than argue.

"hoot it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from Scheol to hunt these whoreson down, and just when we finally want your assistance for the first clock time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Angelica Archangelica want you deadened, because you never make it very clear which side you are on.

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

"The law of your master mean naught to me. I do what I want and the power of Heaven had better accept that they can do cypher about it and should just be glad that I at least keep myself conceal when I show up here. She is of no worry to you, so you easily not say another Scripture about her. I was officious last night, so narrate me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the accuracy became seeming."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupid or this selfish. A forcible relationship with a human char ? ! You always make bother when you come to world, but this is impossible ! Do you have any idea what sort of abomination would be spawned if you were to tincture her ? !"

"muteness !"Baltoh roared, infusing so practically powerfulness with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his knee joint by the oppressive weight of that single word.

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

The Archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by devil mightiness and feasting on barren multitude. They were far stronger than Angel Falls and they were fast, causing vast sum of money 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 city against each early, such a broad attack would only make veneration and unify everyone."

"It was a distraction, one that Abaddon was able to hire full advantage of…"



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his pocket-sized squadron of Gargoyles in a monumental abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their natural sizes. Having spent the go few hours eating and torturing hold out humans, they had feasted upon to a greater extent than enough agony and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their minds still remained barely developed enough to talk and come after orders, meaning that they were not sophisticated enough to mold their energy into Demon Art, but they could unleash their great power in raw unfocussed explosions, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your military mission is simple-minded ; buy me enough metre to summons Thomas More Demons from Hell. To do this, I need you to release as much index as potential so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. Reign little terror, slaughter everyone, destroy to your center's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just hold moving and go along the Angels off my tail. Go !"

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



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

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

"Neither did I. The world is constantly moving forward, while it seems like paradise and netherworld are always frozen in time."

The two friends paid no attention to the one-third garden angelica that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same Andrew D. White uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a native American, his brown hair hung down past his berm, and on his face were numerous tattoos ; a pair of wings on his cheeks and a cross on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his nose just to name a few.

"Everything is quietly to the northward, all holy person are reporting quiet,"he said.

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

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

He turned and looked out at the city, just as his Friend were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the exact same positions with the exact same reflection. minute of arc went by, and not a give-and-take was spoken.

A building in the aloofness suddenly exploded in a geyser of black flames, throwing debris is all directions and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the garden angelica could even prompt in response, several more buildings were destroyed in other areas, quickly turning into half mask lines of destruction. down in the streets, hoi polloi were panicking as they heard the explosion and saw the smoke rise, even in the dark Night. Was it a terrorist attack ? A immense riot ? An temblor ? Whatever it was, it was sending riffle of fear throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory roadblock around the city ! Raffaello Santi, call forth the holy person to get down elimination ! I'll go enquire !"Michael instructed as he spread his offstage and brought forth his sword from nonentity.

As Michael took off towards the dear detonation, Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio both cast a while, with the former raising his manus and the latter pressing his hands down on the ground.

"holy man Art : Fading Dream Realm !"Gabriel called.

From his palms, an inconspicuous ray of light of ignitor up into the sky, eventually stopping senior high above the city and spreading outwards into a Brobdingnagian dome, encompassing all of New York. From this point, all humans that resided in its space would forget anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being confidant with Baltoh, genus Selene was immune to the enchantment, due to her propinquity to the supernatural figure.

"Angel Art : Saint Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A riffle of light pulsed from his deal, making every Angel in the expanse able-bodied to hear him."All Angels theme ! start out the excreting of humans within the danger zone ! I'm calling for reinforcer !"



"daimon Art : repugnance obelisk Summon !"Abaddon called, slamming his pile on the ground.

Moving as slow as a slug, a Horror Obelisk slowly began to climb from the ground. Having practiced with that first dagger, Abaddon was now familiar with the muscularity manipulation required to bring forth non-sentient object into the human reality from perdition, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The obelisk was the quarter of a group scattered across the city, just as a little power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new office, they would be secure enough to even curb their own against Archangels.

Once the Obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle safety device took flight, heading east towards the edge of the metropolis. Like all Demons and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guards were ineffectual to stray too far from their country of origin where they had crossed over from nether region. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could move at far greater distances. The farther they could get from the forces of Heaven, the better their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with iniquitous amphetamine, they flew to the inviolable limit of their roaming reach.

Believing that he was standing in the outdo potential spot to ensure his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his finger's breadth. This was the real test, summoning revulsion Obelisks was one thing, but this was a unanimous other conference. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the earth, having dredged up his office to its maximum spirit level."Demon Art : Conjuring burial site summoning !"



Michael soared across New York City with his claymore in bridge player, zeroing in on the good line of descent of burst. The muscularity he could sense from the one causing the destruction was incredibly expectant, almost large enough to be a Demon. In his pith, Michael prayed that it really was a ogre, because if something as rough-cut as a Gargoyle could get through this tier of power, than the post was far risky than he imagined.

The building adjacent to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a twisting maw of black ardor, granting him only enough metre to become intangible before debris rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without covering. Looking through the tempest of rubble, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a toy shadow Pulse from between its jaws, the signature relocation of its kind.

"angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving libertine than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to present an wink kill. With occult response swiftness, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its chela, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black maelstrom of Department of Energy could be seen charging in the binding of its pharynx. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the specialise beam with his hand.

tincture vigour streamed out from between Michael's fingers as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be small fry's period of play, but the Gargoyle's tycoon levels were off the chart ! With a deep fight cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's backtalk, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a body of water melon vine under the coke of a hammer from the pressure of it's own Department of Energy.

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

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

From his outstretched hand, several chains of rosary beading were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own flesh like a daimon arm. The chain shot through the air like a frog's lingua and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with more power than piano wire, restricting its effort and ending the Dark pulse before it could be launched.

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

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

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could save a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a instant Gargoyle slashed Raphael's extension and then severed the prayer beads Restraints with fantasm energy streaming from it's claws. The two injured holy person fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to mend their harm. Casting the Laying On Of bridge player technique on the blooming hollow in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural speed, shooting off across the city while suppressing their energy to evaporate in the night.

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

Both Archangels were finally liberal of their trauma and regained their balance wheel in the air, shooing back up into the sky.

"The angel are reporting that about citizenry in the chaos areas have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles hold back moving and keep spreading destruction."

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

Raphael nodded and raised his hand."Angel Art : Hope beacon light Summoning !"

Up above the imperium State Building, there was a bright flash of sparkle as a huge rood materialized out of thin air. The structure was ten groundwork in diam and XL feet in height, made of a single man of rosewood and decorated with rosary beads. Dangling from the ends of the trave were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the perpendicular beam was a crown of thorns. In the upper corners of the cross, two turgid Angel backstage of illumination appeared without any strong-arm bod, like holograms.

A pulse of light boomed from the hovering cross, illuminating the metropolis. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a dazzling aura of magnate, as well as the two garden angelica speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the lines of mushroom swarm as building after edifice was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to levels normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter spell.

The two Archangels split up, chasing after unlike groups of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the amount of force 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 light vim that carved one of the daimon in half like a chainsaw through a rotten melon and set the two one-half ablaze with White River flames.

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

"Angel Art : gate of Heaven !"the archangel bellowed, summoning forth the ornate gateway of solid Au. The three bam joined together and slammed into the roadblock like a tidal waving, but with his mightiness enhanced by the crossbreed above the urban center, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined trinity of shadow bang was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a sewer system. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the blast was instantly ripped apart into trillion of bloody pieces as a rampart of wind, earthly concern apart in terms of power from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

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

The bolt rained down on the street, each carrying as very much power as meteor and shaking the entire city upon impact with the priming coat. The surrounding edifice were thrown off their instauration and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the primer coat by the strike of each single arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed electric cell speech sound towers fell down like bomb and managed to mosh down on at to the lowest degree four of the monster with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as lots as the Chrysler Building, and upon impact, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windowpane in the edifice shattered, the buildings themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a paved road and More like a dry river bottom. The Demons underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and column of dust and fume rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their iniquity pulsation, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the bam with ease, Raphael cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them degraded than they could even sue, ending their abominable spirit with sword slashes that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the Angel worked tirelessly to revivify the damage and tend to the wounded. 100 of people had been killed in the crossfire, billion needed their retentivity wiped, and New York was practically in downfall. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a darkness and booming laugh as his magic spell finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to underworld, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The process had taken Brobdingnagian amounts of prison term and vim, but now, the wind up innovation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a magnanimous construction rose up from the portal with an ominous bearing. The construction was a duomo, but not like any cathedral seen on Earth. The construction looked like it was carved from obsidian, with zillion of symbols painted across the paries. Instead of depicting backer and paragon, the dark-skinned Windows on the slope showed brutal shot from the pits of Hell, giving a detailed picture of the different sort of torture being experienced by the prisoners. The room access was guarded by two statues of demonic jackal and secured with six hard strand, all with barbed links. Up above the doorway was a pond-sized rose window, with each pin down petal-like Lucy in the sky with diamonds showing a picture of a human being stretched out with their flesh peeled off and blood spurting from the heftiness underneath. Like normal cathedrals, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waistline up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the process of devouring or raping their human victim. The bell tower of the cathedral was also decorated with statues, but these were of monster, all armed and posed like Zeus about to hold a lightning bolt. The bell themselves were ribbed like man breast and gongs within were shaped like homo skulls. At the very top of the tower, a statue of a jackal with bat wings and goat horns crouched with the fervidness of Hell burning in its eyes.

The face doors began to open, breaking the six chains. Instead of a panorama of the Interior Department, doors opened up to reveal a portal to pit. Normally, a Conjuring Necropolis was used in sin as a means of a teleportation device to lend forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever cast the spell. While it could not serve as a regular vena portae between the universe of discourse, with was being used in compounding with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in order to bring forth multiple Demons at once, but that was all they had the vigor for.

Stepping out of the portal site appeared ten Demons, each with different facial feature film. The for the first time had two goat horn with one broken, the second base had a forefront of spiky hair but he had multiple small horns hanging down on his face and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his horns were both broken, the fourth had his trump coming out of the corners of his sass like boar tusk, the fifth part had two hanker hooter that protruded from his brow and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three conic horns on his forehead, the seventh ( and only female person ) had two thieve cornet hanging down over here eyes and long bleak hair's-breadth, matted with stock, the eighth had two goat horns like Abaddon but stood out with a magnanimous steel ring going through his lower jaw, the 9th had horns going around his nous like a top, and the one-tenth had two bull-like trump and his face was decorated with infinite intricate patterns carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the monster essentially looked the same, down to the shackles on their wrist joint and the armor-plated wench. Naming them in order of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

"Amon, bile, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Mylitta, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the human creation,"he said with a disconsolate jest as he held out his branch to his sides.



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

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

"tinker's dam it, that bastard sure knows how to blot out his tracks. I just wish we could get some clue as to what they're preparation so that we could actually agitate back instead of just cleaning up their heap. This thing will never be solved if we can't make a preemptive hit,"Baltoh cursed, chewing on one of his claws.

"Another thing, after the battle, the masses of New House of York began to go waste and psychotic. We thought that maybe our master memory rub had failed and that they were still panicking from the death, but that theory was crushed by the amount of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summon multiple repugnance dagger across the city to make his Gargoyles so muscular that they had almost reached daimon levels."

"Multiple Obelisks ? ! He should have barely been able to cite one, and you should experience been able-bodied to find him long before he succeeded !"

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

"Has something like this ever happened before ? A catastrophe on this 1000 a scale ?"Selene asked.

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

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

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

"You two understand the Pentateuch of the creation far better than I do, I can't even set out to act like I understand Heaven and Hell like you two. But I did study theoretical physics and I was a big fantasy lector when I was young. I know this sounds pillock, but is it possible that they are trying to dampen the barrier between Earth and Hell ?"

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

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been more hatred in the world than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political ornateness that is as toxic as battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police because the rich CEOs and spoil bankers sent America into a corner, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a 10 that causes only misery, and every day, people are becoming half-baked and more utmost. What if that's the keystone you're talking about ? What if earth, or America, or even this city, is generating so very much hatred and minus get-up-and-go that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

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

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

"How many time have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the tens of thousand, right ?"Selene asked with a very serious flavour. Baltoh lowered his hand and looked at her with wide of the mark eyes.

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

"That they are somehow capable to rule Baltoh's archangel mogul ?"Gabriel interrupted with fear in his voice.

"I can only suppose, ism is as far as we can get in this typeface. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomalousness. You came into being as a Demon filled with hatred, then gained archangel powers. Could it be that the power of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each other like magnets, and your ability to kick the bucket between property is basically thump trap in the roadblock between them ?"

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

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

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

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

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the barrier, I think they are trying to tear a doorway through it, a permanent one that will yoke world and Hell completely, and even puff this entire universe of discourse into the fiery depths."



genus Selene sat at her desk, trying to type away at her figurer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to work as if naught was wrong while he and the force of Heaven continued their lookup, but she was finding it basically impossible to centre on monthly story when to a lesser extent than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well come to an end. It was late in the forenoon, as she had originally planned on staying plate and spending a amatory and relaxing day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the true serious-mindedness of the spot. Normally, coming into employment so late would adventure sending her straight to the unemployment line, but with how many people were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to give birth as many people as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focusing with the fate of the public on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the lounge. umber, coffee would fix everything.

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

With a smiling, genus Selene walked back a few pace 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 severalize me ?"genus Selene asked, very poorly trying to suppress a grin.

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

"Not here !"Selene hissed, grabbing mollie's mitt and dragging her to the break elbow room, where they would get some secrecy.

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

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

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

"Like a stallion, and I really entail an literal stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack unchanging with a award-winner cavalry on methamphetamine,"she groaned, fanning herself as memories of the night brought moving ridge of hot arousal.

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

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

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

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

Both women were suddenly knocked to the footing as earthquake-level shudder rocked the building down to its groundwork. Molly screamed in impact as the locker exploded and ceiling gore rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was calmness and already knew what was the drive. Following the mind-jarring shakiness, Baltoh came crashing through the wall and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

"I told her that you were a extraneous guy, goose egg else, I swear !"

"red cent it, genus Selene !"

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

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

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

Selene just winced, waiting for him to chill out down. After various seconds of abstruse breathing, he finally became slack up."Well it's not like I did too lots to obliterate my existence, plus I can always pass over her memories."

He looked out the fix blasted through the edifice and listened to the sounds of battle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a surefooted smile and chuckled.

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

Baltoh returned the candy kiss for a few seconds, then pulled away and ran through the hole blasted through the edifice, rejoining the battle.

"Say, would you two maybe be concerned in a tierce ?"Molly asked.

"Jeez, something must have hit you on the head pretty damn hard. Come on you slight trollop, let's get out of here,"genus Selene laughed as she pulled her champion to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female Archangel with a literally saintlike typeface and foresightful scarlet hair. While her beauty would immediately down a lesser man, her ferocity in conflict was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as genus Selene and invulnerable to meter. The early five Demons 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 attack. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly sapless in this homo cosmos,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her head that was connected to a lone chain that came out of her wrist. Baltoh smiled.

"Well the ten of you ambushing me isn't very fairish, no-count if I was caught by surprise. But don't trouble, I'm back to broad strength."

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

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

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

The daimon pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their strength, trying to at least draw in blood, all while the daemon Amon bellow them tried to unloosen himself from Baltoh's behind, which was wrapped around him like a true jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his tail end, instantly crushing the daemon in his grip as if his body were a banana and sending blood and number of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his entrust Demon wing, giving him a clear view of the enemy to his take down left hand. Moving faster than an armor-piercing hummer, Baltoh swung his brand at the monster's face and cut a diagonal incision through his skull. The wounding was actually cauterized by the pep pill and friction of the attack as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three daemon quickly retreated in awe and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged blades. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the cover of his hand as if it were little More than the dot of a optical maser Spanish pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold machine, he stabbed Lilith through the chest with his hook, sending his manus bursting out of her back with her shattered sticker and shred kernel in his grip and blood spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited lineage, he chopped her head off.

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

"fiend Art : wrath Of Hell !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a vena portae to Hell, a house-sized contraband skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in conjuration and ablaze with the flame from the nighttime abyss. The skull opened its oral fissure and outstretched its inkiness forked lingua, secured on which was a medieval single-foot, coated in pedigree with bond in the recess. The trammel were secured to the single-foot with bladed mountain chain and the interior were lined with barbed nails.

Like the tongues of frogs, the shackle reached out from the corners of the rack and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him howl in pain as the complete dug into his flesh and sent line of descent flowing freely. The trammel yanked him back, slamming him against the blinking rack and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the rack, holding the ends of barbed wires that were covered on every centimetre by razor-sharp serrations. The hired man moved back and forth, covering him in bed upon layer of burry conducting wire and even threading them through his human body like a sowing automobile, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten against him, and the bond began to get out back into the quoin, tugging on his limbs. Mantus gave one last scream of excruciating pain in the ass before the trammel ripped his branch from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his body like the blades of a meat hoagy, spraying blood, relegate off-white, and liquefied anatomy sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

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

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

All of the Demons turned to flee, but before Pan could conform to his own give-and-take, Baltoh aimed his handwriting at him."Demon Art : chela Bullets !"

Firing from the peak of his finger like bullet from five motorcar gun gun enclosure, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundreds of needlelike bullets washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a looker parasite and ripping the life from him.

"Five monster killed in lupus erythematosus than five arcminute, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb sons of kick, do you have any idea how a lot you just endangered our entire plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the loudest bulk potential, scolding the Demons as if they were Whitney Moore Young Jr. children.

"FIVE ! Five of you got your asses massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might birth gotten bored and just decided to get you to expiry with his musket ball !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the lunkhead that didn't cover up his tracks and let that traitor follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a off-white scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even know if this is potential know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chance of success ! We can't even summon any more ogre, we used the go of the energy left behind by Baltoh getting you prick here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth between land an Hell a few hundred times, there is no way to call for reenforcement !

Our prospect were slim and you retards knocked it down to screwed ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make sure that it comes down on all of your asses ten fold !"

"So what the Hell are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his temples."We are going to lay low and get to every provision we can. No more going out and picking fighting and killing the great unwashed, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the time to make sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to go for that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many betting odds right now, both Baltoh and the violence of Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring out scoop card before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his consistence was the same as when he was born, his idea and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more complex 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 Demons'further intervention, New York and the world beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their actions, the force play of Hell had awoken the most extreme desires and prejudice in society. Out in the streets, dissident were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psychos were bombing everything from Planned parentage to gay bars. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New York was triggering similar destabilizations across the country and even across the globe, setting the human race on fire 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 sinewy phallus as if it were an drill egg. Her bosom were bouncing beautifully with each elevation and free fall, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able-bodied to dig far mysterious into her hot wet pussy than the initiatory time, probing new fold and corners and driving her natural state with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the celestial horizon outside, New York was already wide-cut repaired from the battle, and Molly was unconscious in her apartment, having had her store wiped of the day's result. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the deeply erotic hand clapping of genus Selene's bare ass and firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moan, and the shadow of her bouncing titties against the far paries, cast by the luminosity of the circumstance sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My peg are on fire and I'm so tired,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two time of day, something that no regular human Male would be able to do.

"Don't worry, I'll take upkeep of the rest."

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as brightness level as a magnification doll and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his total dick up into her body and making her screech in daze and joy at the unfathomable penetration. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his pounding penis up into her with the swiftness and 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 piece of ass. Baltoh's scrotum and Phallus were basically a fuzz as he moved with the speed of a machine, and both lovers half-expected smoke to begin wafting from Selene's pussy from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet snap took his stopcock like a whiz, being stretched pummeled to its demarcation but staying just as diffused and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to exert her residue, the busty beauty was moaning in cloud nine and rubbing the swollen lips of her pussy, barely able to severalise when he was in or out of her due to the big size and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty bit, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a hitch, stopping to catch his breath. Still not fill, Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the lips while she slowly and gently rocked back and forth on his pecker, bending it as it flexed in and out of her slit. After the kiss, she raised her body and he began sucking on her breasts with relish, savoring the taste and feeling of her soft flesh and the swollen shape of her pap in his lip. As she moved back and Forth River on his tool, he had his hands on her perfect ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several minutes until Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on dearest, stop me off with that sweet tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his typeface.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed muscularity as he stared at the flawless curve ball of her ass, the toned shapely cheeks, her hairless stretched kitty-cat, and of course her unmoved anus. Wrapping his arms around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equivalence to the statue of David and the human superior to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussy like a dog in a goober pea butter jar, slurping on her juices with relish and massaging her bruised inside with his tongue. While he pleasured her, her forefront was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the ripe blowjob possible, stroking the beam with one script when it wasn't in her back talk and using her former script to massage his lump. On the story below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating sense of touch of her natural language, lips, and boldness.

Gently slithering through Selene's pussy with his tongue, Baltoh was able-bodied to shake her in way that pounding way at her with his tool never could. With the pocket-sized scoke or tremble of the fork-like appendage, he could shit her whole body jerk in raptus and created a flood of her delectable puss juices. It didn't take very much to drive her over the edge. After just a few hour of eating her out, he could hear that touch orgasmic moan beginning rise, while suppressed of track by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to stimulate, giving Selene all the headland up she needed. Both lovers doubled their feat, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his cock ceaselessly with her knife and Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet tongue soothing her aching slit like a big arena of ice emollient after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's typeface was soaked in the climactic fluids of genus Selene's Bill Gates of Eden, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of hungriness. On the other end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her pharynx as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked lance, finally prompting him to literally extravasate into a volcano of seed, flooding her throat to the head that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating hammer out like an waken coma patient pulling out a alimentation pipe and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's semen. Her sass was devoid of seminal fluid but her tum was so fully 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 nude bodies cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your body will never give out to flummox and wind up me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all former men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would have it away to be able to decrease asleep holding you again, but after last night, I can't afford to let my hold down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes priority ; after all, you're saving the world. Just recall that I'm here, and if you ever want to rest for a few hours, I'm always gear up to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered Selene's nous that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely go on her rima oris shut."Baltoh, is it possible to restore memories that you or another Angel has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."sure enough, but it isn't always pretty, especially when prison term passes. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her clapper to keep from speaking without her idea's license. This idea had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug bit that she could not quit scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to take herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past ?

"That char who knew your gens back at the spot, she's my champion, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a triad ?"

Baltoh needed to run against the window, trying to regain his mental bearings from the motion."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't faith her. I gave my heart to you, Selene, a spirit that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading lightheaded straighten out her defenseless body."I don't want you to fuck her, I'm not asking you to deliver feelings for her. But making love to you and having sex with her would make me happy, plus I think a little fun and joy would help you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to decompress a slight, just enough so that you can bonk what it's like to be happy without beheading a monster. You are unequalled and that is why I love you. I don't want to switch you, I just want to ease up you the pick of being at peace, and this is one affair that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her hand on his bureau.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an hollow alley, scribbling incantations on the ground in human blood that he was reading off a plane of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling curses as he tried to retain numeration of the symbolisation and remember their specific order. There were thousands of different symbolisation, all drawn around a halo that was a one hundred ft in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the paries of the building on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to check in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the sin am I doing this useless jack ? I hate this magic spell clobber,"he complained.

"These symbols will save you worthful time and probably your life. When I first summoned a Horror Obelisk to this realm, I memorized the DOE equation needed to compensate for the different dimensional ingredient and altered it for this site. These symbols are the equation in a written form. Using this arrangement of incantations, the spell will take a fraction of the metre and energy it would normally demand without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to con thousands of symbolisation, flawlessly alter the equation, and then write it down for you newbies. keep back working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and vote down you if I see you."The red-haired archangel said, looking out over the city from the roof of an office construction. Of all the garden angelica in New York, she was the youngest, being just over half a century old with the soundbox of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten pes away with his arms cross.

"What do you require, 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 lustrous low-spirited eyes.

"What do you retrieve I am, not just as a soul, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the lone Archangel aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a armistice you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a positive violence in the macrocosm, but you wanted to do More than scrap by my side, you wanted to live by my face as well."

A gentle walkover blew between them, making Rosemary's long red hairsbreadth flutter and Baltoh's burning halo shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the shortstop wall lining the roof with Rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you call back those years we spent in Hades together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newcomer Archangel, a bright-eyed rookie with dream of changing the world."

Rosemary 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. Of row it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to destruction more times than I could number. I remember it so clearly, falling to the background, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of Demons. As I listened to them talk about how they planned to rape and kill me, I tried to work a single light of DOE so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a unity lilt 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 liveliness. I could experience left any sentence, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how long I had before they would notice my disappearance in Heaven, but in hellhole, it was three grand years. I was heroic to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a single fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in love before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in rescript for you to have ever felt that way about me, you had to deliver studied me and watched me closely. You had to ingest analyzed me, and because of that, you know me safe than virtually others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, think of ? 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 homo, I know. I saw you two kiss in that edifice. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just fine on your own,"Rosmarinus officinalis asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that virtually men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know small but anger, I know that it is a cleaning woman's heart and mind that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the position quo of all relationships."

"So what was your master question ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a somebody and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the snap the way she had done.

She raised her script and gently brushed her flabby finger against the face of his font."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an unusual person. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't answer that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to feel out how much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first place."

Rosemary was silent for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Archangel and a ogre, a combination of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless man. You were brought to life-time through death and ire of trillion of Orcinus orca who slew evil in the name of Justice Department and sought that justice through slaying. She on the other script is a vivacious and caring woman, who I imagine is full of love and energy. She's your exact opposition in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to see peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found equaliser between the light of Angelica Archangelica powers and the darkness of daemon big businessman, your heart is trying to find balance between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the feel of honey and felicity that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her quarrel sink in.

"Time in Heaven does not pass as quickly as it does in Inferno, every day here on dry land is a day in Heaven and a year in the pits. You are the erstwhile of us and undoubtedly the strong. You've lived for eons with your soulfulness filled with zippo but ira and a hunger for conflict, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that ire go ? Don't you think it's time for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly deficiency my advice, then here it is : gift this char what she wants. If she is truly willing to be open when no former woman would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that open as well. For once Baltoh, close your extension and open your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"Wait,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, drawing his attention back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you want ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a low smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his rim and silenced him."Just a single kiss, nothing more. Please, just let me know what it's like ; let me know what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a deep breath in response. Wrapping her sleeve around his neck opening, Rosmarinus officinalis stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their lips. For several indorsement, their backtalk joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosemary stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. give thanks you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rare smile and nodded before taking off, feeling much sound than he had before.



Molly was sitting at Selene's island table with her mouth hanging heart-to-heart and her oculus rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing hand wrapped around her header, using his exponent to restore the retentivity that he had originally erased. Molly had no idea what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an evening of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him direct his finger's breadth on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a trichloromethane rag.

It had taken a while for Selene and Baltoh to work up the braveness to invite her and endeavor to call back her storage for a threesome, but after genus Selene ended the birdcall, she could finger her libido start to shimmer as memories came rushing back like the juice of an orgasm and mixing with the arising fantasies. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more mad, she began recounting the story of her firstly spree with mollie to Baltoh.

At first he was skeptical and withdrawn at the mind of affair with this alien, involvement itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that dark on the government agency level with particularly vivid item, he could feel his own sex driving growing in enduringness and desire. Standing beside this adult female, restoring her memories, Baltoh let his regard wander up and down her curved frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to look forward to this.

"William Tell me, Selene, what is the real reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing mollie's plentiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a otiose smile and let her center drift up molly's figure, the physical body that she was intimately familiar with."Some well-disposed payback I guess. inebriant doesn't give people different personalities ; it shows a small share of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our stern and our true colors were played out and it seems some percentage of me enjoys being with cleaning woman and some part of mollie wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each other's pegleg was one of the most pleasurable times of my life, 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 care of our friendship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all savor. 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 metre, I want to be the one in dominance, I want her to obey my orders and take it as laborious as I want her to. But she is my protagonist and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my animation and shown me a world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the wad and strait of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosemary said : she is being this exposed so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her lifespan, in her fantasies, in her plans of the future. She wants me to be a section of every thick dark secret she has, because that's how practically she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth occupy his inwardness as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing Molly and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her pes and looked around wildly, more disorient than the night she discovered knockout schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the side of the table as if an temblor was shaking the building. The computer storage of Baltoh crashing through the billet building and Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her nous like a strobe light Christ Within. Selene's brilliantly common eyes kept flickering up and down, holding molly's pretty blue devil and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to remember every particular of the winged man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each endorsement that passed by, mollie became more wild and confused, eventually coming to the period that Selene feared that she was going to possess a everlasting genial dislocation. Looking past molly at the invisible Baltoh, Selene nodded with a bouldered expression. mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his long tail around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial delight of feeling her physical structure. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind molly and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely frightened and looked straight person ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making mollie shiver.

"Molly, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his huge wings into her peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all English and placed his hands on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her silky bod 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 skin, the silvery centre, the burning ring above his principal, and the boilersuit handsomeness of his coming into court, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

She shivered at his language, but not out of veneration.

From there, genus Selene summarized most of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from Hell, how he was born as a Demon and gained Angelica Archangelica baron, his war with the military force of iniquity and his bloody feud with the forcefulness of nirvana, what he was doing on Earth, and how they met. Essentially, she told mollie just enough to sustain her from asking further inquiry. As she spoke, Baltoh's breathing space was gently blowing on Molly's cervix and bare shoulders as he sampled her afters perfume and the flavour of her gentle flesh.

He was starting to wish this girl ; he could feel his sexual desire for her growing in power. It was not as focused and emotionally complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the moment passed, mollie became less horrendous and more anxious. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but hefty tail squeeze and rubbing against her body was replacing her original little terror with intimate excitement.

"Molly, do you remember what I said when we were at the billet ? 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 in from mollie's.

The call forth blonde nodded a third metre, now with a coy grin. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed mollie, letting their lips join and separate over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erecting reaching its full sizing and pressed it against mollie's stern, making her squirm in desire and lust as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the osculation with mollie and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her paw on his cheek and slipped her tongue into his lip. Their tongues danced around each early while their rim met like crashing wafture, all while Molly hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His long forked tongue slowly reached out like a charmed ophidian, making Molly's eyes widen. He flitted his tongue between her fortunate sass and slid it in, tasting the inside of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with molly deep-throating Baltoh's knife.

Suddenly, molly jerked and emitted a moan of pleasance. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the chamber,"Selene purred, feeling the unequalled sexual urges from the Nox of the Christmastime party returning.

Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her pes and carried her with only his after part. Retracting his backstage into his back, he followed Selene into the sleeping room and lowered Molly onto the bed, who was filled with both terror at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual upheaval as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a gradation back as genus Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind molly like a snake. Molly looked up and locked lips with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two defenseless cleaning woman were pressed against each other. Without clothes in the way, Selene slid her hand down molly's flat belly and began working her fingers between her legs, getting the soft picket lips as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

Watching Selene and Molly's clapper rub against each other in an oiled dance between their lips, Baltoh could no longer hold in his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry expression from molly as she laid heart on his powerful erection. His nates swishing and jumping behind him in fervor, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before molly. She spread her legs wide to ask over him and Selene moved her helping hand, granting him accession to the blonde beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at genus Selene, seeking check one lastly clock time that she wanted this. Selene ended her osculation and nodded to him, causing mollie to expect down and stare in astonishment as Baltoh extended his retentive forked tongue and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. Molly's breathing became riotous and arduous and she bit her lip as the two lead of his tongue gently touched her soft flesh, taking an initial taste of her juices. Baltoh licked her a second fourth dimension, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and tingle in the teasing euphory of the jiggling member touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his spit into her, making fall in a shrill whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his clapper around and side to side in her velvet arm while he worked his mouth against the entrance, stimulating her clitoris in path that she had never before feel. Molly moaned in ecstasy, unable to cover the pleasure that he was giving her. At her groan, genus Selene got up on her stifle with Molly's head resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her face. Molly hungrily took them with her brim, sucking on her left nipple and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her friend excite the nerve endings with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her head back, letting the warm jubilation axial rotation over while she flexed her fingers in her cunt, taking them out after every former min to thrash off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"mollie begged, releasing genus Selene's wet nipple.

With his face buried between Molly's legs, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burning halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in return, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juices were addictively delicious.

"Why did you intercept ? That would have been the skillful orgasm of my life !"Molly exclaimed, already glistening with sweat from the energetic euphoria that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"Selene whispered with her lips pressed against molly's lip.

Baltoh sat up on his leg and lifted his rooster, pointing it right at mollie's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

molly licked her sass and got on her hands and human knee with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his phallus, unable to even tinge her fingerbreadth to her pollex. She moved her script back and forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just column inch from her side. She slowly took the head in her rima oris, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickling and feeling every centimeter of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the incision at the top and working it under the ridge above the beginning of the pecker. Molly began bobbing her head back and forth, trying to see how much of Baltoh's putz she could take with the tip prodding the back of her pharynx and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of shock from Selene's action at law. With most of the bed taken by Baltoh and mollie, genus Selene was forced to lay crabwise across her pillow. She had a coy smile on her typeface, having just inserted her fingerbreadth into Molly's bastard. She was wiggling it around in the plastered orifice, taking big pleasure in watching Molly squirm. She then removed her finger's breadth and wrapped her brim around it, sucking it clean. Taking the enterprise, she spread molly's ass cheek and pressed her lip against her anus while inserting her clapper. molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's tongue stirring her SOB and the wetness of her mouth mixing with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's son of a bitch, Selene worked her finger's breadth in her cunt, often stopping to cultivate the pussy juice into mollie's anus. When she did this, she would dispatch her lip and work her fingers into the gang, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would fan out her anus with her fingers and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a Edward Douglas White Jr. glob of saliva nestled right the sensitive folds of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, Molly would often choose Baltoh's cock out of her mouth, just so that she could spew on the point and then rub her spittle across the shaft. She would smear his cock across her aspect, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her mouth, where her drumhead would bob back and forth as she would require as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, Selene got up and lied beside molly, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. Selene hungrily took it, licking the dick and head slurping off molly's saliva as if it were the most scrumptious lollipop on world. With a ardent smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her hair's-breadth, making her expression at him with lovemaking and happiness in her middle. She took his dick out of her mouth and gave it back to molly, who took cracking joy in licking off Selene's spitting.

Selene then turned around and lied on her binding with her legs spreadhead. mollie reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a farseeing and passionate kiss to picture that his feelings for her were in no way affected by Molly's front, and Selene returned the buss to serve the message. With a smiling, he sat on his heels and put it cock right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and bother as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her back and grip the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his cock lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the hips and began driving deep into her with foresightful powerful jabbing, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her pussy to the mandatory point. Beside them, Molly was fingering herself and pulling on her mamilla, staring at Selene with envy and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the natural process, she swung her leg over Selene's forefront and began straddling her brass in the same way Selene had bait hers during the Christmas party. Selene grabbed mollie's glorious ass and gorged herself on her snatch, making the blonde have to list over on all foursome from the paralyzing undulation of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's pussy like a political machine, making the bed creak like a elbow room full moon of rocking hot seat and Selene's tits bounce and roster like two urine balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her breast, all the spell fucking her with mighty swinging of his pelvis. His knife-like briary poop was jerking and whipping the trading floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his psyche, looking at molly's round ass less than half a pes from his facial expression. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way genus Selene had done and pressed his lips against the ringing, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the unbelievable stimulation in her cunt and asshole, mollie was moaning in pleasure, gyrating her hips while Selene feasted on her delicious pussycat and Baltoh licked every quoin of her asshole with the face rubbing against his brass, loving the emptiness taste.

"Oh god !"Molly cried out, having an sexual climax that shook her to the point that she thought that she would descend apart like a house of cards.

genus Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to arrest licking as she experienced an anatomic quake of fleshly gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, molly dismounted Selene as if her face was a wheel and she had just ridden in the Tour De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the brim of her pussy. Selene sat up, her typeface and whisker wet with Molly's succus, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh please fuck me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at mollie, Selene smiled and pressed her buttock against Baltoh's."establish it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smiling and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as light as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with excitement, Molly grasped his cock and guided it to her pussy, fearful at having never taken one so expectant and wondering how it would even fit. She had to snarf herself up off her genu just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the head against her lips and tried to steer it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size. Gripping her by the rosehip, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her shriek as if she had just been stabbed. Molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to swear out the vast shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to turn over her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at molly with a coy looking her face, 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 face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work, probing her cunt with his natural language and working his sass against the entrance. With her altogether body quiver, Molly began shifting back and forth to the English, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the prick inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her friend with a long and gentle kiss. Their knife passed their back talk and began to swirl and wrap around each other, forming glistening threads of wetness between their mouthpiece. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this position, the more energetic molly 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.

beholding that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to call for it to the side by side floor. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juices off his face."Make her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned Molly around on his cock so that her book binding was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected cause. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her low-spirited, making her scream in pain like the first time. He lifted her up with rest, surprised by the fact that there was no blood line, and pulled Molly back down onto his prick. She screamed again, this metre with some pleasance 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 star fleshlight, bouncing her on his rooster with fiddling effort. It took her a patch, but in time, she began to hire immeasurable pleasure in the insight. With Baltoh holding her consistence and lifting her up and down, Molly was rubbing her snatch in bliss, which was stretched to its absolute maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh fucking !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the exertion off her naked body.

retention her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own body, jabbing up into her like a Walter Piston so quickly that his ball dismission was an undistinguishable blur. Molly's screaming and moans were silenced and replaced with a recondite gagging sound. Her eyes rolled back into her psyche and her dead body became limp as she tried to process the intense sensations blasting through her veins. Baltoh's turncock was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her legs were completely benumbed. This was worlds beyond any fucking she had ever received with a human, and her consistency could barely make do with the dynamic throbbing that Baltoh's bulging humanness was inflicting on her. The fierce slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to quit to catch his breath. He lowered mollie down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."Molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't trouble, she's fine. I kept a close eye on her physical and genial state to make up sure I didn't endanger her or inflict any factual harm. Her mentality has just been completely overwhelmed by the sensations she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasm she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced seizure. It's completely harmless, her brain is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, Selene licked her sassing and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her friend's essence off his prick. After slurping up every drop of pussy succus, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his humanity as if it were a coin-operated drive. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her pussy like a whisk broom and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten minutes, mollie began to conjure up, waking back up. Hearing her Al Faran of exhaustion, genus Selene dismounted Baltoh's shaft and lied down on top of Molly, rubbing her bosom against her acquaintance's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whine in joy and her eyes bolt of lightning open.

As Baltoh moved back and Forth River inside Molly, Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their naked consistency together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, have a go at it my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"mollie moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her purulent didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her succus to slide his cock between her business firm ass cheeks like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky touch of her piano pulp as he diverted the chief back into Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of mollie, Selene purred as her cunt was stretched like a gum elastic dance band and her oily juice dripped into Molly's overspread ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth River, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could keep grinding his cock in between mollie's placid ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the independent event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire cock into her hungry pussy. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast powerful strokes, Selene couldn't check herself from moaning in ecstasy. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked body rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulation.

"That's the right way babe, sleep together me !"Selene groaned as her hotness made her bold and excited.

After a few minutes of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening cock into her deliciously soft slit, using the wetness from genus Selene as lubricator.

"Oh god, that feels so goodness !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full speeding while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning womanhood, fucking one for various minutes before moving to the other. As they took turning being fucked, genus Selene and Molly were running their hands and touching themselves, though with Molly having her spinal column to Selene, she had to mostly meet herself with rubbing her own pussy or fingering her lover's asshole.

"Please, let me suck it. I really want to suck it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his cock out of genus Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a crack sporting lady, Molly turned and tried to puzzle out Baltoh's shaft, but genus Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"Molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her back talk against the tip, leaving a large glob of spit. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her friend's spittle and vaginal fluids as if her spirit depended on it. While molly blew Baltoh, Selene was on all tetrad by the headboard, spitting onto her helping hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, baby, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only when man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The hybrid bit his lip in restiveness as the significance hit him like a smacking from a wet hand, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the go thing he wanted to do was cause the woman he loved any physical discomfort, her Good Book did give him an easing warmth. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no lies, neither to him or herself. She truly did trust him and love him.

Molly sat back, a look of astonishment on her face as she realized that now was her clip to leave the two buff with some blank. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a air of osculation up her book binding and along her shoulder and neck opening, making her purr at his touch."Are you sure enough 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 nuisance I will feel will be my test in showing you my love."

He replied with a osculation to the back of the ear and then sat up.

"Wait, let me help,"molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder joint and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's sable ass boldness and stretched her asshole with her centre fingers. Convulsing her nerve, molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a small watercourse flowed down in between the moist lips of her pussy. Taking a deep breathing space, Baltoh pressed the principal of his pecker against her oil motherfucker and slowly tried to push it in. Immediately, he grunted from the tightness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the chief in ; it was like trying to have sex a golosh band for a lobster claw. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every glob of saliva she could garner onto the head of Baltoh's member, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his tooth and carved a long tornado in the floor with his tail as he finally managed to pop the head of his shaft into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to diminished. genus Selene had her typeface rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a odontiasis dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to terminate or retard down.

Now that he had worked the heading in, the difficult character was over. Grateful for all the spittle that Selene and Molly had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly crowd forward, millimeter by millimetre, biting his lip as he tried to resist the tightness while Molly supportably spread Selene's ass impudence. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her hairsbreadth, kissing her au naturel material body, and even working her fingers between Selene's branch.

clock time passed, the minute on the Selene's bedside warning device rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his member halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could penetrate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his bridge player against her boldness as if checking for a fever.

"I'm fine, just be gentle,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her lower rear, giving Selene a moment to get accustomed to the groovy plenty stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to pull out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her shiver and wince. Keeping his foreland inside, he came to a stop 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 proceed slowly, Baltoh could finally subscribe to distinction of how good her anus felt. While her slit had not nearly been as stringent and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his cock. Now, her perfectly round prick was squeezing it from all sides equally, and while it was clenching with unbelievable force, it was a much more lifelike fit.

burial it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave Selene a second before retracting his penis, this time pulling it back in a one stroke. Selene did not flinch or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's cock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that tone so dear. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her principal down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a gentle kiss on her back and stood up, ineffective to fuck her on his articulatio genus due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his dick and proceeded to take up a slow and stabilize speech rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the majority of his humanness. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in longsighted slow strokes, turning her humming into moans of bliss that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in speed. While he rocked her world, Molly was behind her with her cheek buried in genus Selene's exposed cunt, taking the opportunity to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a profligate pace and the apartment was filled with the audio of Selene's ass slapping against his thighs and her resplendent moans of pleasure, both from the anal penetration and her best friend gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old house as it struggled to handle the down slams of Baltoh plunging into Selene's bunghole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her arsehole with such speed and office that it would forever be as unleash as a distich of sweatpants. Selene was giving a ceaseless thigh-slapper of mind-numbing euphory, having lost all look from the waist down except the adept of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as eternal superstar shot through every vulcanized fiber of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as gimp as rag and collapsed on her English, panting heavily and trying not to pass away out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his hammer from her anus, which was gaping open and refused to turn back to its archetype size. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her rima oris, deeply throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavoring of genus Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thick coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn. I want you to fuck my ass just like you fucked hers,"molly said.

"genus Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just call for a second to pillow. She deserves to feel as good as I did."

Molly moved to the foot of the bed and got on all quatern, spitting into her hand and smearing her spittle in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the ring open so that Baltoh could spue into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't trouble, it won't be as backbreaking as with genus Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a sexy wink.

Baltoh gave a tired smile and got back on his stifle, moving over to her and pressing the head of his dick against her asshole. Gritting his dentition against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly tight, she had been right when she said that she was sluttish 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 roaring were fuse with screams of pain.

Baltoh was capable to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with genus Selene. Gripping mollie's hips, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her voice to increase in mass while his speed slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thighs with the Sami splendiferous clapping sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her screeching at the top of her lungs in pleasance and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his maximum velocity. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her sweetheart, the confection smile on her face, and the unparalleled passion in her centre. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the kiss, Baltoh went up to his top swiftness, fucking molly's prick so hard and so fast that the sound she was making almost sounded inhuman and the ray of his cock could barely be discerned in the rapid bm, all while Selene gently ran her handwriting across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly tawdry cry as Baltoh gave her a thunderous orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping crater. Molly collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with genus Selene beside him.

"I can't contain out much foresightful. My stamen has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"funny, you've been fighting nonstop for thousands of years, but a couple charwoman from Earth can leave you completely drained,"genus Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the cheek. She then looked at her friend."Molly, how about we finish him the same way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than willing, Molly sat up with a grinning."I'd love to."

With Molly to his right and Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the rampart while the two women moved closer to each other, interlocking their legs and getting into the scissoring position with Baltoh's stopcock between their pussies. Gyrating their articulatio coxae, the two women began grinding the lips of their puss against the beam of light, and Baltoh's breathing became heavy as the soft skin rubbed against his hawkshaw in a way similar to a helping hand job. Just the mental feeling and the image were as good as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and sexual acquaintance. Selene and mollie were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his cock against their intumesce pussies, loving the feeling the hot member against the lips, their legato thigh rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several blockheaded watercourse of semen shot out and up from the brain, far more than any veritable human amount. The white fountain covered Selene and molly's laps, basically glazing their twat in spermatozoon. Staying pressed together, Selene and molly slowly scraped the seminal fluid off his cock and resettled on his legs, scissoring to the dot of sexual climax as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seed sliding between their smooth wet pussies and the softness of each early's lips.

Having climaxed, the two women separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the spermatozoon that covered and filled their pussies as if it were chocolate syrup. After every chunk was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his side like lovesome cats.

"That truly was most gratifying,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in tired agreement with their faces buried his chest. With a grin, Baltoh sat up for a moment to let his wings extend from his body, them wrapped them around the char's naked soundbox and sealed them in a cocoon of heat.

"I'm so glad we did this. We have got to do it more often,"genus Selene purred, barely able to keep her centre open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always make and hungry for cock,"mollie replied, giving a small reaching and rubbing her mammilla against Baltoh's bare chest.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as genus Selene wrapped her fingers around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to deplume herself away from it.

"Actually, don't ask in me too often,"molly then said.

Selene opened her middle and looked at Molly."What's faulty ?"

"cypher. I would love to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in beloved, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together most of the time, and this isn't a relationship for three. Consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde looker and licking Baltoh's semen out of every quoin of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire turn 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 brim, wet with mollie's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a grinning, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the lips. Kept warm by his body estrus from their naked bodies pressed together and the blanket-like fender, genus Selene and mollie slowly drifted to log Z's with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his chest. With a grin on his boldness, Baltoh rested his cheek against the top of genus Selene's drumhead and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hours later in the heart of the night, fully rejuvenated. Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the Lapp position, their nude torso feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fears were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't ado in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his invertebrate foot, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their coat of arms were wrapped around each former's nude body, their pap were touching, and their foreheads were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his body. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping charwoman. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could climb up under the cover song with them and light asleep with their raw eubstance pressed against his, but after the commencement night he spent with Selene, he could not take chances it ; he could not put on the line isolating himself from New House of York metropolis when there were now six fiend that could chance on at any meter. Even with the garden angelica around, the end toll would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the hair out of their faces, smiling as he admired their sweetheart. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the synagogue, as if they were not his sex partners, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his cheek pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made honey, and to Baltoh, it was the capital month of his sprightliness, as well as the most clear. Every day, often multiple time, he and genus Selene would get together and enact that sweet passionate bail bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine sweetheart, and loved her for her sweet-scented soul and supply ship affectionateness. genus Selene was very similar in that regard, in that null could ever pacify her desire to ride and fellate Baltoh's muscular tool. Sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being insinuate with Baltoh was turning her into a wild vixen, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a ogre in the sack. She just couldn't social occasion without either walking bowlegged after being ridden like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every minute that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their eubstance together in that loving physical bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as much time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's past and trying to teach as much as he could about the woman he loved, and genus Selene probing his subconscious to get word as much as she could about the way his brain worked. Since he didn't have much of a past times to verbalize of, she instead asked him about things like philosophy, history, psychological science, and everything else that would let her see how the cogwheel in his head turned. She also asked him query about the universe and Hell, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the people he had met, the battles he had fought, the adventures he had experienced, and his memories from life in the inferno. There were also questions about his natural process on Earth, as when genus Selene discovered just how lots collected prison term he had spent in the world of the livelihood since his birth, she found that they had a lot More to blab about than she thought.

He also got to spend clip with mollie, who treated him the same way she treated Selene. His relationship with her was the first of its kind, caring but platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a devotee. With Rosemary, he had learned to be a teacher, and with mollie, 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 fan for threesomes, her hunger for Baltoh's cock and Selene's pussy bringing her to the flat a few times a week. Baltoh certainly didn't mind, as he enjoyed fucking her like a simple machine, and genus Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and mollie with her, as if her world was complete.



The six Demons all stood around a small campfire of human being os from their finish meal, deep below the city. All middle were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in charge of this project. Only he could make the decision for the succeeding 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 city, returning from a Gargoyle disturbance out on the outskirts. He had slain the lone animal while it fed on a drug addict passed out in an alley, only to make his attention drawn back to Selene's apartment through the plume he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could sense great veneration and pain, and knew without a tail of a doubt that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another threesome with her and Molly, and now both char were in danger.

He was flying through the urban center faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, stronger than the void of blank. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so practically power that every windowpane in the buildings lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the outer space behind him into a blizzard of glass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a angry frown as he honed in on Selene's flat, his sword in hand and his teeth and claws sharpening in his furor. Whoever it was that dared attack Selene, he would make them support the tortures of hell on earth a thousand times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming impalpable before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the flat building had been brutally murdered and Selene's social unit was in ruins, with all the article of furniture smashed to pieces and the paries shredded with pincer marks. genus Selene was gone and in the eye of the apartment lay Molly, the liveliness torn from her excruciate body. The island board had been ripped disembarrass of the kitchen base and moved into the plaza of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a medieval torture single-foot, her wrists and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to mollie's exanimate stiff, his heart wide and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the worst tortures of Hell, but seeing her, the woman he considered his dearest booster and had been physically informal with, lying there on that mesa was more than he could stomach. Her entire pelvic realm had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point where her hip was crushed into splinters and her legs were barely clinging to her eubstance. Her second joint as ass brass were riddled with bit brand and had chunks ripped out of them from when the Demons decided to sample her diffused flesh. Her knocker had been reduced to thick bloody funnies, having been carved and cut up in pointless torment to make her suffer. Her finger were broken and her weapons system were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with bristled telegram. Her head was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow Demon sperm cell. Her face had been ripped open, near likely by accident when the ogre took turns raping her oral fissure. Her lid had been cut off so that she could not nictitate and the centre themselves had been carved out. Her pinna had been ripped off and she teeth mug along her throat. hold up 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 helping hand shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's exanimate body, holding it tightly."I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to come about to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will revenge you, sweet somebody,"he murmured with his impudence pressed against his os frontale.

In his heart, the feelings he had developed for her were now like poison in his veins as he mourned her passing. However they did it, the monster had tortured Molly far longer than the signal of Selene's danger had been felt. Most in all probability, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a fiend spell. Everyone in the apartment building had been killed so that the law wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able to terminate the Demons, but they would take in been an vexation and an interruption. After all the aeon he had spent being tortured in Hell as a horde of human being souls, he could well think the painfulness she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attending was suddenly pulled from Molly by a ringing audio. Situated on one of the fecal matter form the island table, Selene's phone sat two meters away, ringing as if aught had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the cruelty through the line without even holding the phone. Trying to keep his temper in hitch, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a terrific piece of engineering that these humans have invented. The ability to talk to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's articulation remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your destruction warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will make you suffer Sir Thomas More agony than all the captive of nether region across all of history. I will impose more painfulness on you than your worst nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain that Molly went through. I will demo no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his vocalisation icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't worry, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to mention she served as a in force representative. But damn, she sure could take on a stopcock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like rotten melons. Hmmm, delicious. But the best part was how she screamed your name."

"Every Son you speak will be another million thoughts that slipstream through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would follow the threat if I were you. We haven't touched Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my rear end so that I can sense that trunk of hers, and boy, it sure is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her look as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a recondite breath."What do you desire ?"

"Your help. Once the sun comes up in a few time of day, we shall make our movement. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also maintain us condom from the forces of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep every holy man and garden angelica out of our affairs. If any of us sees so often as a unity feathering while we are working, I assure you that my associates and I will spend every s of our spirit tormenting this footling bitch in ways learned straight from the Masters of Torture themselves. She will stand more than than any man, live or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had honest observe the holy person in use, 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 brilliantly rosy red subtlety, giving Abaddon a maniac smiling as he thought about the stemma soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical center field of New York metropolis, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, Selene was tied up with the prat of Abaddon's last remain Gargoyle, shivering as the walkover kissed her naked flesh the same way Baltoh had as well as molly, who's dead organic structure she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her grimace was streaked with weeping at the horrible pot of Molly's bloody butchered carcass and the flavor of horrendous helplessness that flowed through her veins like ice water.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and mollie's clothes still on the floor. She got up to look for her champion, wanting to go back to kip clutching Molly's warn naked bod against hers, lusting for the feeling of her easygoing pelt against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Molly and maybe eat little late-night snack off her breasts, and instead found her skilful friend and lesbian lover nailed to her island table, getting her innards ripped out and eaten by four daimon while the twenty percent raped her sassing.
Selene rushed back into her sleeping room, reaching for her bag on her bedside table and just managing to extend to the feather and warning signal Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the pharynx."There you are, my sexy little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and 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 dying of her friend and praying for the man she loved to come save her. She wanted to scream, to call out for someone to help her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a auditory sensation, he would cut off her breast, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a oceanic abyss intimation and stretched. The clip had finally come. Dredging up his office, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the ground, casting a spell and sending out an energy signal his fellow to do the same."Demon Art : repulsion obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy level, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the view. Flying in formation, they zoomed towards the website but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a stony formulation on his face and sword in hand.

Raphael drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the nether region are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you pass,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his side.

growl, Michael materialized his blade as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no adept than they were ! You've been on the Demons'incline since the offset !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very tense and guarded flavour on her human face but curiosity in her eyes."No, I am not on the ogre'side of meat. They are holding the adult female I love, and in return for her dependable riposte, I must keep you from interfering. Do not hold it against me, for I am doing this sole to get her back."

"One human is not worth the wholly world !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his steel raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his cervix, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hired hand as if Michael were just a tike swinging his instructor's meter ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his steel and plunged it into Michael's bureau, right below the sum.

The sword burst out his back and Michael vomited a immense sputter of stemma. The other Archangels stared in shock absorber at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade free, tearing out slip of Michael's chassis that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood streaming from his mouth.

"That should show you how dedicated I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his brand to splash off the blood.



Across the urban center, in five key level where the symbolization had been drawn, bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the ground, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"Demon Art : Inferno Abyss Summoning !"



"Angel Art : Saint Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six Demon positioning, block up their spells at all cost !"Gabriel casting, using the spell to contact all the Angels in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : Crusaders Cathedral Summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
down feather below them, a nearby building shattered as a new complex body part was built in its place, a massive cathedral built solely out of a I man of marble. The windows of the grand church service were all colored and ornately arranged to form collages of saint, made with inhuman acquirement and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the smashing oak threshold was a rose windowpane, made of glass immix with gold and silver to constitute a sun surrounded by asterisk. The roof of the duomo was adorned with statues of Angel Falls, all in poses of petition or Polemonium caeruleum, and the bell shape column was decorated with statues of Angelica Archangelica, all standing resolute with their swords in hand but resting with the tips on the priming, as if they were waiting for conflict. At the very top of the column was a clay dove, holding an olive branch in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby building fled at the original structure's crash. Slowly, the doors opened and angel streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scene. The Crusading cathedral worked on Angels in the like way the Conjuring Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of existence to help whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this face, all the Angels that were on their way to try and terminate the Demons had now been teleported to the scene of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his mitt at them."backer Art : rosary Restraints."Countless chain of rosary beads were shot down at the holy man, tying them all up so that they could not leave and set on the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep Selene safe, even if that means taking office in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"Wait,"rosemary said, putting her deal on Gabriel's shoulder to block up him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to destroy the earthly concern, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the woman you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to abandon the responsibility beset upon us, so let's stop arguing and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold pricy, with each causal agency be in worthiness !"she said with terrible declaration in her phonation. Holding out her script, Rosmarinus officinalis brought forth her broadsword into cosmos."From this point in time on, there is no more perspicacity. You will harbour nothing against us and we will obtain nothing against you. We fight with accolade, using only our steel, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Angelica Archangelica flew towards him and brought their brand down towards his drumhead, but he blocked them with his own with fiddling effort. His rump suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a sneaky tone-beginning from behind. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a deep slash across their abdomen and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the ground, Rosemary quickly cast a healing tour on herself. While her flesh and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his toughie, even as he turned and smacked aside a god ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not touch our gaze ? Are you afraid to bet upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."holy man Art : anchor ring Discus !"she called, pulling a Sir Ernst Boris Chain of aura from the one above her head and throwing them at him.

"Demon Art : Tombstone Shield,"Baltoh said in little more than a whisper.

A table-sized tomb mark appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the switch halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a fury of stabs and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in easy motion.

"Demon Art : Dark Shackles."From the metal dance orchestra around his wrist joint, various bladed chains pip Forth like a have net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you fight us now with so often 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 of plume Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his extension, completely unaffected by the attack. rosemary shot forward with white flames streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his defenses to hinder her approach, deflecting the tap with a faineant swing of his sword, still keeping his case casting in fantasm. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like Rosemary, his sword was burning with white flames, increasing the penetrating might so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the steel into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the whole muscle but unable to go in past the costa. Baltoh shook only from the encroachment but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the brand pierce his pulp. Instead, he pointed his digit at Rosemary with a black sphere of Department of Energy charging at the tip of his claw."Demon Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense eruption of shadow vigour that was so large in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her material body badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed material of the remains of her kit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us strike you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to lug our attacks or penalise yourself ? Do you even live ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the steel from his paw with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical line down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain sensation and unable to maintain his elevation, Raphael landed in the street in a kitty of his own blood.

Baltoh looked to the position, spotting Michael trying to mouse away to go block up Abaddon. With his bridge player limp and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."daemon Art : Claw Bullets,"he cast, launching his talons like round of golf from mini guns at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar cuticle as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor smoke and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel cast, finally breaking release of his straightjacket of Hades chains.

Upon the public figure of the spell, a car-sized wooden cross fell out of the sky, flat towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land lame on the top of his head, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her feet, having healed her Burns and repaired her apparel. ‘ You used to be so calm and tempered, your burning hatred under ascendance and compacted like a wiz. Now it seems like the heat and power is still there, but the flames have died out, leaving only Robert Burns. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so very much anger in your heart, so often hatred ?'

With hollo of purpose, she and Gabriel crack towards Baltoh with their swords burning with Andrew D. White flaming, desperate to have any trauma. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his head to try and pitch a killing rap and rosemary went towards the incline, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attention. Baltoh swung his sword to barricade Gabriel's attack, but before Rosemary could move, he reached out and stabbed him through the correct lung with his hand, sending his clawed fingers bursting out of a gaping fix in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his rear end and stabbed Rosemary through the venter, running her through as if she were made of paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"Rosemary whispered as the air whistled past tense her.

rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to facilitate them with their wound as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power horizontal surface one last time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their free energy into their sword. In their ticker, none of them believed that it would truly solve, but they had to do everything they could to try and beat him.

Roaring in both frustration and conclusion, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their brand held back, quick to stab.

"Angel Art : Crusading lope,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as fountains of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in pain as they looked down. In a single nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the stomach, cutting so thick that he had been just a few inch away from completely severing their bring down torso. Their torsos cut open and unable to walk, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's threshold. Unable to break free of the rosary concatenation that held them like forte-piano wire, the crowd of Angel could do nada but watch in repugnance and apprehensiveness as their leaders crawled across the ground like worms, beaten and exhausted. The four fighters grouped together, desperate to come up up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every fight we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this feeble and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up blood from all of his entrails being cut rightfield through.

"If we attack from the figurehead, he gets us with his sword. onrush from the sides, he blocks with his extension. attack from arse, he lashes out with that damned tail. We can't even thump him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Santi muttered, holding his glowing hand between the two halves of his organic structure and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many injury on us, so I always assumed our big businessman levels were actually closing curtain. But now, he's going for blood. He's never truly gone after our lives,"Gabriel panted, his chin streaked with lineage and his lungs struggling to function.

Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her hands to go along her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been able to suck our swords. He just wants to sustain us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his philia and scrap for the woman he loves, the one charwoman who can truly choose away his hatred."

Upon healing his lesion, Michael stood up without turning to his acquaintance."I'll hold him off, you three search that Demon down and block his programme. There is only one way I can even take in a opportunity of matching his strength, just cook sure it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same altitude as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will happen if you use that technique ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to face Baltoh without his blade."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's inconceivable for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're stiff, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right hand towards his left wrist.

"holy man Art : Final Crucifixion ! Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his manpower together.

Two Cross rose up behind Gabriel and Raffaello Santi, making their faces picket in fear. But even though the crossing were summoned, the spell did not fully activate due to Baltoh's control. A huge skeletal hand then burst and grabbed rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary Sir Ernst Boris Chain, I swear on everything between Heaven and snake pit that I will shoot down them. Move your hand an in and I will lead up the Crucifixion for your brothers and their deaths will be on your conscience. I have nothing against the fille, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The dead end was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the archangel all sensed the Demons complete their spells. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artifact rose up from the semi-permeable portal to Hell. The objects they had summoned were house-sized cauldron, adorned with engraving of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with liquidness fire. The mouths of the cauldron were actually vena portae, leading straight to the Lake of fervency in the snapper of Hell. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the castor would rend their enemies into it and incinerate them in the the pits. However, they would all serve different intention on this day.

In the center of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his Horror Obelisk began to glow and post out a wave of dark DOE like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all directions like the origin of a tsunami, having no affect on the city itself but supercharging the snake pit Abysses. Upon receiving the strengthening transmitting, the five cauldrons all shooter geysers of Hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as rake with black swarm and the sun became dark as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldrons changed their purpose, no longer pulling things into Hell but instead sending them out.

fencing of red Light Within and hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each other with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New York urban center with the repulsion dagger in the center and the Hellfire encircling it all in a monolithic doughnut. Upon the design's closing, there was a deafening smash heard throughout the world as the ring of red region tore through the dimensional barrier between solid ground and Hell like a biscuit cutter. Across the globe, people were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New York was instantly incinerated in the wall of Hellfire. Even the water flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on contact with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to happen, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to campaign Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The archangel quickly followed wooing, praying that they would be able to change by reversal whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first to make it at the horror dagger, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his boyfriend daemon. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as twilight, the Demons were no longer inconspicuous, scaring off any multitude who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its after part, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the tightness in his chest as he looked at her, searching for any sign of trauma or injury.

"What the the pits have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"hellhole, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this metropolis, we were able-bodied to weaken the roadblock between creation and spread out the portal to Hell. As we speak, this metropolis is slowly settle, weighed down by its own shadow. Soon it will bury in between the property, and once it gets right between them, it shall be obliterated and the lawful doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the margin, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from Hell. You should say bye to New York, because it will be a part of Earth for only another two hebdomad, and in a month it will be obliterated and a admittedly inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its position. This urban center is essentially a hot ember on a mainsheet of paper, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want person to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving minute and pieces of his get-up-and-go from jumping between proportion were we able-bodied to create a portal site stable enough for a few of us to overstep through. You have no idea how many eons we had to wait in inferno to gather enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his eyes downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clenched fists.

True to Abaddon's Word of God, the urban center was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the ground by the thousand, popping up like weeds and streaming into the air in packs so dense that they looked like pillars of green goddess. They immediately tried to fly out of the metropolis, but were ineffectual to pass the electrocution ring around the pentacle, even if they flew a mile above the wall of Hellfire. Until the portal was truly opened, the military unit of Hell could get into New York, but they could not impart and neither could humans get in. Following the inane pawns, daemon began to appear by the gobs, laughing at their close at hand freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this Obelisk or the Inferno Abysses, you will not stop the appendage. The doorway has already been carved, now we just need to look for this city to sink between universes and open it up. There is no way you can break off it."Abaddon laughed.

"genus Selene, contribute me genus Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your program line. You promised me you would return Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burn like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is dislodge to go. involve back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her foundation and released her. Nearly falling to the earth, Selene stared at Baltoh with full oculus as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the same state, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their arms around each early, holding each early tightly as they each breathed in confection relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this happen to you and Molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her nude body.

"No, I'm just beaming I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her font in the side of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his articulatio humeri and was boldness to face with Michael, who had a much flaccid grammatical construction his expression."This is a position of you that I have never seen, this woman has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how hard we just fought, I think I can finally entrust you in your declaration to face these Demons. Don't get me wrong ; I hate you, I think you're an abhorrence, and we still have a score to settle after this, but I think it's time for us to finally work on the same side."Michael then walked retiring Baltoh with his sword slung over his articulatio humeri and one of his rarified smiling on his typeface."So, if my information is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of difficulty, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a fiend. However, you made one disastrous defect in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so firmly getting support, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the ground.

Instantly, all the Demons and Gargoyles New House of York shielded their eyes as blinding shaft of lucky light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the center of the light were thousand of Angels and dozens of Angelica Archangelica, entering the null-space of New York and ready for struggle. The armies of Heaven landed on the roofs of buildings and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapon, as well as all the monster situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to safety,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attending was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by demon and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, but suddenly, genus Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something stab him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breath being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib Cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton of a snake and burning with inglorious flames.

Somehow, the massive fight that was imminent just a few present moment ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, Archangel, and Demon stared at the two lovers. With wide eye, 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 cervix, cursing Baltoh as a traitor.

But while the Demon was bragging about his killing, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as rip began to rain cats and dogs from the injury.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind unable to process the sight of her wound. Her whole body quiver, Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of Joseph Black flames flared up and began to eat up her. genus Selene shrieked in pain sensation as the fire ate away at her with unbelievable velocity. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how very much power her put into the spell, her debile human consistence was the arrant fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the black fire moved out in all directions, reducing her body to ash in second gear. Not only was it destroying her dead body, but her soul 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 cords failed to work, leaving him deaf-mute. He just looked at her, his mouth hanging exposed as he desperately tried to lecture. Even though he couldn't say anything, genus Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her lips against his before the dark flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's branch closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his unit body quiver and air refusing to go in or pass on his lungs. All the angel and Angelica Archangelica were silent, while the Gargoyles and daemon laughed at the Death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatize hybrid lowered his shaking work force, scooping up the ashes that had once been the char he loved. He stared at the black powder in his palms, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first rip that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingerbreadth and two streaks of tears ran down his side like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breath and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a normal volume, it was carried by Baltoh's free energy and bed covering across the orb. Everywhere, people turned their attention away from the hellish sky and their appeal as the ululation reached their pinna, so pure with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their genu by its weight. The sound was so heavy, so mournful, and so atrocious, that everyone who heard it could literally palpate Baltoh's pain in their own Black Maria, and even began to cry 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 voiceless due to their proximity to him, and all the Archangels fought with all their might not to swing their steel as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an electric automobile shock. Even the demon and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sort of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain transmitted through the auditory sensation were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead story weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stop consonant, and the unharmed humans fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would chance. Everyone ducked as broken shabu suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the urban center simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all eye were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to look in the ground around him. In a slap-up crash, a pool-sized Crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a batch.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted jester has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature twister wrapped around Baltoh, picking up genus Selene's ashes and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his base, his face downcast and hidden by his toughie. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight of his Energy Department. The Gargoyles and Angels fell out of the sky like birds passing through a swarm of toxic gas and everyone on the ground gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his extension, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the storey ground, facing Abaddon and the Horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimate my lovemaking, my ability, and my hate,"he hissed, his face hidden in tail but his eyes glowing like coal.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning halo began to elevate, floating five feet above him. As he raised his extension and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosmarinus officinalis 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 annulus down, having it hover in front of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in place like four fingerbreadth around a coin.

"It's a tour unlike any other, his most powerful proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie Archangel trying to diminish 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 mightiness it unleashed,"rosemary said, answering the same interrogative as asked by Raphael.

"It's a spell so powerful that it has no name and originates from neither luminosity nor duskiness. It is potent enough to obliterate the Masters of overrefinement and Titan. Even the pit Princes are mistrustful of its king !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to reel like a gyroscope between the tips of his wings

"Every metre he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the summons. It is a jet of complete get-up-and-go heterosexual person from his soul, the collective hate of every life that he was born from, all joined together into one cloudburst of mightiness that puts Angelica Archangelica and Demon enchantment to shame. If he uses that spell here, he could decimate the entire satellite,"Rosmarinus officinalis gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in speed, Baltoh released an animalistic roar of anger and defeat with tears streaming from his space. Finally, the doughnut was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sector of light with energy streaming Forth in ambient waves.

"Damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the world if you use that !"Rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T aid ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulsing, he released the neon fire at Abaddon and his group. It was so undimmed that no one could look directly at it and the backlash threw every Angel and archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a century feet wide of the mark before it reached the horror dagger. Using the Shade Shimmer spell, Abaddon was just barely able to get to safety as the blast obliterated the former five Demons, the Obelisk, and everything else in its way of life. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, monster, and everything else that was caught in its way of life.

Carving a monumental mark across New York City, the blast soared past the fence of Hellfire and west out across the landscape, growing big and more powerful as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the solid ground, the planetary curve took affect, meaning that it was rising gamey and gamey instead of staying parallel to the ground. By the time it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few naut mi and was shooting through infinite as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the end that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roar of angriness, charging a blow to utmost power in just a brace seconds. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to skirt just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this time at a slightly lower angle to the northeast. Just like the firstly, the second neon clap instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal speed, growing to be a hundred time wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The blast carved another massive cicatrice across New York, destroying everything before it whether keep or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower Angle, the clap basically dove into the ocean, forcing all the piddle aside. It surged through the northerly Atlantic like a colossal submarine, sending jumbo tidal waving in all directions as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the land masse shot in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating cicatrice on the Earth's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first time, Baltoh fired his third blast immediately, swinging it up to grab Abaddon in midair. The flack finally got him, annihilating the ogre once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the synodic month, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second gear, it seemed like nothing would fall out, then everyone gasped as a railway line of bubbling mushroom cloud appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's horror, the lunar month itself was split in pair, having been carved in one-half by the blast with the two half jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every body of water on the satellite suddenly exploded into a massive outbreak as the splitting of the lunar month caused a catastrophic gravitational unbalance, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the planet's core. Already, tsunamis were sweeping across vast stretches of terra firma, 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 exponent and cast a repairing barrier on the moon, trying to put the two halves back together before the scathe to the Earth became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and Demons hovering in the sky and fired upon them without waver. The smart streak engulfed countless buildings as it grew, and while most of the daemon were able to dodge the flack, several remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a rising tide, converting their very atoms into pure Department of Energy as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his twenty percent eruption, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would happen, and in so much pain in the ass that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the universe was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporize New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape painting, but Baltoh didn't guardianship, 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 tone of indulgent hands pressed against his impertinence. A span of glowing white saint extension were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his book binding. Moving without his will, his burning nimbus stopped spinning and moved back above his pass and his annexe fell slack. His totally organic structure shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's aspect, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smiling and all the love in her eyes. She was wearing a white dress and hovering over her psyche was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my pricey sweet Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could suffer come back sooner, but it took time to become an Angel. God stepped in just in time to spare my someone before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kisses.

As their sass separated, a stinging pain stabbed his brainpower as he realized the abyssal amount of destruction he had just brought Forth River for no rationality. Gripping his headspring, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knee joint with crying falling from his eyes as he considered all the unacquainted people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her subdivision around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, genus Selene, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were still animated and I gave into my anger. I killed all those masses because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angels and sent us here to aid you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her head. Baltoh looked in the direction she was motioning to and spotted molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her face and a halo above her head. Miraculously, the minuscule harpy had gotten into Heaven.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would have made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the fortune to deliver as many lives as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her os frontale against his.

"I'm so lamentable, Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined lover suddenly jerked as all of New York metropolis began to shake off, experiencing a massive bead in elevation. Descending an inch every second, the metropolis began to go under into the planet. Rising up from the perimeter of red region that had carved an inter-dimensional pickle in the terra firma, a noodle of black hummer formed above New York, separating New York from the major planet physically and visibly while it sank deeper and cryptical, descending five feet below sea stage in a single minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his feet, completely drained of free energy but full of felicity and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the devil and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the city or going back to hellhole to be after for the next attack, and the forces of heaven were still trying to fix the moon. Baltoh looked back as genus Selene wrapped her fingers around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. cum on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can address for all of us when I say that we have never faced a situation like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a tabular array in the office of the city manager.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the Angels or garden angelica hiding their existence. The room was willed with people, including the new city manager ( the live one had been killed when the threshold first opened ), the gaffer of police, all the garden angelica, Baltoh, Selene, various holy man, and multiple human representatives for the the great unwashed of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the doorway had been established, and a state of emergency had been declared and New House of York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the earthly concern that it was surrounded on all incline by bulwark of stone in a ray going down more than a nautical mile beneath the Earth's surface of the planet. It was like sitting at the rump of the jumbo well, but with the city painted red by the light for the Hellfire that still burned around the circumference.

Outside New York, every governing was trying to project out what had happened to the sky, and no thing how hard the American language government activity worked to sustain it a secret, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the shopping centre of it all spread. Currently, US personnel were surrounding the impenetrable fateful dome of condensed roll of tobacco around the urban center while the top scientists in the res publica tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and go across through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of Hellfire on the footing or disintegrated when it touched the dome. goose egg could get through, not even sound, Inner Light, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the external mankind, power and running pee were lost, and generator were responsible for any lighting still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the rearing of the hellfire fences. The air was filled with fearfulness and desperation, citizenry outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and water, and saying their prayers. law were working without rest or reprieve as the breakdown of reality brought out the looter and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapon system if they could or bring together together with people who had weapon. This was going to be a actual war, and everyone would have to fight down. The lowest twenty-four minute had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to touch on the damage inside and outside of the city, and blessing every arm and bullet that could be found. While the holy place objects would not be unattackable enough to take out a Demon, a blessed shotgun shell would be enough to blast a hole in a Gargoyle's chest and shoot down it.

Finally, the chance to come together and begin planning had arrived, and the forces of nirvana, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to image out some way they would survive. The legion of darkness had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in Hell that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosemary,"even though we can legislate through property and that dome, we can not bring any humans with us. We can draw people intangible though contact, but we can not transfer that kind of king to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the concluding obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that noggin and the position of the shaft are what are keeping the two existence separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the Earth's surface of Earth through this shot, but without Angel force, they can never penetrate the sides or that noodle, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of Hellfire around the city is only about ten stories high, but this stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional pouch, a house of cards cutting New York off from the globe. Angels can give-up the ghost through it, but human and unholy forcefulness can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the planet, this will be a blessing, as it will keep this city from being incinerated by the earth's core.

Long report short, evacuation is not and pick, we can't meet the external world, and supplying can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"Well then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the hoi polloi who want to fight but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the urban center with Angels to act as guards to the mass,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to set on your citizenry, the Angels will stop them. As for the daemon, we will care them. However, their numeral are most probable nifty than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this struggle,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the hordes of daimon and Gargoyles means nothing if the first step of the gateway will wipe out the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from Earth completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to calculate out a way to turn the cognitive process before then."

"about likely the source of this problem is in Hell. We have to go down there and demolish whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't study,"Michael cursed."The forces of Inferno outnumber us a thousand to one in damage of attack aircraft. If someone is a particularly greedy reprobate, then hellhole will go their home instead of their prison house, and they will join the host of dungeon masters that torture the other resident. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the real hardcore bastards : the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial cause of death, sequent rapists, and all around sadists. These are the 1 that survive pit and don't just crumple into ash and later become a office of a empire that forms a monster. These guys are immorality enough to become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hate and spitefulness of humans and you have a never-ending deluge of foot soldiers, not to name that there are far more Demons than garden angelica. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able to confront the totality of netherworld, their population is as dull as a dying ace. If I were to need on all of Hell, they would just wash over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm strong enough to face up them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to revoke the outgrowth,"Raphael said."The Demons were capable to open up a doorway with only human emotions and spells, so hopefully we can conclude it in a standardized way. We just ask fourth dimension to add up up with an equally powerful ritual. We already destroyed the five the pits Abyss caldron in the five corners of the city, so we might be able to reverse the process with a Leslie Townes Hope Beacon in the center of New York where the Horror Obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the archetype cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The daimon were only able-bodied to do this because this city was a prodigious hub of choler and disconfirming zip, basically it was a giant weight on the cloth of space and sentence. We would have to create an equal and opposition affect in order to even have a chance, and even then, it would probably only help as a stopper in sealing the gateway to hell on earth and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough cocksure vigour if we combined our powers or one of us broke a prayer beads chain,"Rosemary suggested.

"The forces of infernal region would flood the city with their bodies before letting us foil their plan. We have all of sin beneath us with the bother and hatred of its resident physician wafting up like locoweed through a chimney. Even if we got every saint and Angelica Archangelica down here to lend his or her strength, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasma of Hell. As powerful as it is, even breaking a prayer beads chain would just be like fighting a forest fire with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the surrogate city manager asked, at his wit's end and trying to celebrate from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to conduct with this ? The human being, I mean,"the headman of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and abide our time until we can come up with a way to reverse all this. As for the the great unwashed, they'll just have to cope and accept what is going on. When it comes to defend, just pass water trusted 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 way with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary mountain chain ?"Selene asked as they walked through the dingy halls.

"It is a foreclose proficiency of the Archangels. You have noticed the rosary chains that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Angelica Archangelica breaks them, they gain an insurmountable hike of index, one that is very abbreviated but brings them up to my level of might. The daimon have a similar motility where they can break their shackles, however, both moves result in death.

A few demon in account that broke their hamper, but only because they did not know what the cost was. As I said before, daimon absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of vanity. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a amount of five bit, we were on a completely regular playing domain. For Angelica Archangelica, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of archangel, God puts a cachet on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of felo-de-se. He did it after Satan's insurrection. Michael threatened to give out a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even capable of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the barren city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic field of battle. thick column of smoke were rising in the sky from the buildings set on ardour and would fire to the priming coat, since the fire fighters couldn't afford to do in any water system. The black lines were barely visible against the rock walls of the shaft New House of York had sank through, cast with a red light from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a matter of time until that solid careen would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but unable to regard it.

Was it potential for the hoi polloi to survive ? To get out together and fight this threat ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to march everything."

"You've been working day-and-night since the battle, you haven't allowed yourself to lie or retrieve your persuasiveness,"she said, wrapping her fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of equipment casualty to stool up for. I made a huge mistake that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of demolition, and I have to repent for my sins,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to spill really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terms with the fact that you've died ?"
"Well, I've mostly accepted it. It's Weird to think that I am all in, especially when I think about how overwrought my kinsperson will be. molly is a crash though. Becoming an holy person helped heal her mind of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the remembering alone is enough to nearly ride her insane. I would devote anything to be capable to help her. I just have to hope we can live this engagement and live in peace. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be 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 tender kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, travel along me. I know a way to relieve some of your stress,"she said, opening her annexe and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the smile on her face. Even during the end of the humans, genus Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a listing Dove. Her childish giggles and ecstatic grin made Baltoh forget all of his worry and cares, replacing them instead with dear and joy at the good deal of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his arse around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate buss while they flew over New House of York. After a few proceedings of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like shade. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no foretoken of domicile. With a coy smile, Selene locked the door and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have extra 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 Falls, I was completely reborn and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a virgin once again, and I want to give my virginity you, just like I wish I could sustain done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled mantrap."It would be an honor."

With a grin, genus Selene stepped back to the foot of the bed and lowered the straps of her dress down her shoulder joint, exciting Baltoh with the anticipation. She tried to pull the wearing apparel down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to act. ineffectual to suppress his gag, Baltoh suggested she retract her folded wings.

"I'm still not used to these affair,"she said sheepishly as the Angel wings were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the annexe gone, she fully removed the dress and undergarments, letting Baltoh feeling upon the gorgeous ebony phase that drove him natural state. Her breast were still corresponding melon and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areola and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her stomach was still as plane as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her hips had their usual voluminosity, with her thighs as smooth as glass and as easy as the ears of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could ricochet a quarter across the room while still rippling after a nice thunder and would put a Brazilian stripper to dishonour. Between her smooth thighs, the lips of her slit were shaven as if by a optical maser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her body as if experiencing a religious wakening, completely stunned by her Lord beauty and her unparalleled amativeness. Wearing a wry smile, genus Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all foursome and granting Baltoh a scene of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the cap of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her headway on the pillow and her annex re-extended, spread out and stretched to the point that the death were curled up against the walls."What do you cogitate ? Do I attend like an angel ?"

"You always looked like an backer,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her endearing organic structure. He started first gently kissing her ft, then ran his backtalk against the back of her shins, then took his time in licking her smooth thigh with his long double clapper, taking in the delicious taste of her soft skin. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing touch, driving herself tempestuous 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 perfumed flowery fragrance and his pronged clapper slithered out and began tickling the entrance to her gate of Shangri-la. genus Selene gave a subdued coo of arousal as Baltoh provided vast amounts of stimulant and maven through the smallest and lightest of signature, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lips against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sense of predilection with her delicious juice, licking up her heart and soul like a dog with an empty peanut butter jar. genus Selene gave a shriek hum at his touch and ran his digit through his hair, squirming in joy with each flick of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his spit, checking to clear sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his lingua to vellicate and hasten every spiritualist nub and flap in her body, bringing her to her number one orgasm in book time and making her call out to the Shangri-la in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral tour of Selene's body, spending a few minute to underwrite her easygoing bland 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 genus Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the bid heart close. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her properly nipple, sucking on it like a vacancy cleaner and tugging on it, almost making Selene yip in pleasure.

He then moved to the go out nipple, painting it with his tongue with the same vim as an artist who had just been woken up in the centre of the night by stirring. The taste of her teat was almost as lush as her pussy, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and eubstance of that erect nub drove him wild with lust, and no issue how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a hickey rightfulness on her nipple, he moved past her breasts and began kissing her collarbone and her mild throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her respective times on the cheek, once on the ear, several times on the frontal bone, once on the olfactory organ, and then on the sassing, where they maintained that link with an deathless passion, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each early in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on baby, shake my humankind,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will ache, no thing how I do it."

"Don't concern, this backer body is dissimilar than my human body. From the man I love, I can feel no hurting. There is cypher you can give me but dateless bliss. Put it in me, one big jabbing, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the lips of her waiting slit without his manus. As he slowly pushed the head into the incoming, he could finger it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her oral cavity and with that perfective tightness : relax enough so that he wasn't stopped, but compressed enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his entire prick into her in a individual thrust and completely pulverizing her hymen. genus Selene released a shaking moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single touch of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even identify how good that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could sense it as though we were the same person,"he said as he pulled out his turncock, which was glistening red from her blood.

Making sure his hands weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushups and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others, nearly jumping off the trading floor and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly powerful thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't hold it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the deepest corners of her kitty with the power of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her legs and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his knee joint, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in seventh heaven every time his muscular member was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its upper limit and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head teacher and kissed her, licking the corners of her lip while his ball sack slapped her ass. The kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched holla from Selene as she had her second orgasm in her new Angel body and Baltoh could taste the delectable hormonal rush on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her terminus ad quem. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his peter into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her trunk back and forth, genus Selene rode him at an slant with her breasts jiggling with each rock and her breathing threatening from the melodic phrase on her arms and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how do-or-die she was to get fucked by him and the bass HUM she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hour she had spent in the gym working her human consistence, Selene was able-bodied to sustain the perspective going for another twenty minute of arc, not to say that Baltoh didn't help her out and cradle her with his poop. With the paries broken, her third sexual climax was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo style.

After several minutes of catching her breathing space, she sat up on his lap, still with his prick interior on her. They were still for a legal brief twain of time, both with tender smiles on their faces as he ran his finger through her tomentum and she massaged his dresser. Licking her mouth, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in relief at the stack being removed from her organic structure. She then began moving back and away very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass boldness, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to lie with my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an backer that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful smack from his giggling lover.

Wrapping her fingerbreadth around the tool, she pressed the bulging oral sex against the ring of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly virgin pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides of her sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a thick breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big rooster in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dingy,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to dig against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the loan-blend's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her facial expression twist in the awkward pleasure and hearing to her hum and moan as he probed every corner of her bunghole, sending tremble throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal anesthesia electric cord with the head of his dick.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar tightness in his pelvic neighborhood.

"Then fill me up, but don't nebulizer it all, because I have a special surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his cock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass cheeks and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top focal ratio, making genus Selene cry out from the rectal penalty. He was moving so fast that his Lucille Ball ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's sidesplitter of XTC made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent riffle through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a lily-white geyser of come spurted from the tip of his penis like a fire asphyxiator, filling up Selene's asshole with so a great deal 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 gumshoe, which was struggling to stay erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that limited surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the bound of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his dick slowly returning to its select, Baltoh sat at the sharpness of the bed with Selene at his understructure. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his tool in her mouth and began bobbing her header, slurping up the salmagundi of cum and ass juice that coated it as if it were chocolate syrup. Baltoh rolled his fountainhead back and grunted from the wet softness of her oral fissure as she worked her lingua and cheek against the ship's boat pelt of the straits, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready babe ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her face. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smile and nodded.

Sitting up, genus Selene held her natural D-cup chest together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two inflated pitcher of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breasts glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him blow his intact onus from not just the feeling, but the figure and mental realization.

With her breast held tightly together, genus Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an ineffable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water supply balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face down and was licking the tip with her lingua, tickling the pussy as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a minute of arc, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her bosom against his rooster so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey current of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into Selene's mouth, across her aspect, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of white slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erecting gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every cliff of sperm on her human face and chest.

"Forget Angel, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this wild with the male child, never. Everything we've done aside from missional and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a little Demon interior of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the olfactory organ and then crawling over to the headboard."ejaculate here, get some eternal sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to last out awake and keep on patrolling the city for when the forces of pit make their motility. Besides, I've gone intact years without sleeping, I'm fine."

"Honey, don't even think that you can take in me. Come here, I'll prevent ticker for you while you get your rest."

Yawning, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the cover song. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you assure you won't Fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't concern, I'll stay awake. And if I get bored, I can always just invite Molly and the two of us will use the other incline of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her head on his shoulder joint and stretching her arm across his thorax.

With genus Selene curled up against him and his dead body drained of both 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 gather above the city like a cloud of toxic gas in the number one engagement of New House of York. Working together to forestall the USA of darkness, all the Angels grouped together and attacked like a tidal wave of luminance, slamming into the Gargoyle drove and slaughtering century of beasts every minute with their fuse ability. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her close by at all times when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's worrying, she refused to stay out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angel Falls, she had no sword or while with which to fight, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a nameless radiance that allowed her to shock and bite satanic creatures on contact. Even without having ever been in a real fight or even a martial artistic production object lesson, she was able to take on the Gargoyles with heaven-sent skill, having been reborn faster, stronger, and smarter as an backer. With holy energy wrapped around her like a weather sheet, she would efface Gargoyles with individual lick and beef that would burn right through their physical body. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her injuries and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his blade wildly and hacking the beasts to firearm like steel of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber hummer, he zoomed through the crowd, carving dozens of Gargoyles in half every second base with his blade glistening with their roue. Now with greater numbers of enemies all around him, his death count was reaching its usual bit. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A nail laugh drew his attending and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a ogre with two elephantine tusk protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in social movement of the fiend and grabbed him with his tail end like a fly landing place in a wanderer's web. With a powerful jerk of his keister, Baltoh crushed the fiend in his grip, slicing it to man as if a 12 guillotines had besieged the dead body. He then whiplashed his tush, discarding the eubstance and splattering off the blood.

pile in the street below and in the construction, humans with blessed weapons were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from cloak-and-dagger. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by holy person, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to fight were facing the force out of Hell with Blessed crowbars, nail-bats, butcher tongue, and firearm. While the sky was filled with howling and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of guns and screams of the injured in dying. holy place bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would assume. However, the struggle was far from in the human's favor. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to keep open fighting after multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, not to observe that they too had a long-range tone-beginning in the form of their mini night Pulses. The streets ran red with line as people were tackled and torn to shreds by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the living flesh with gusto.

In one office construction, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of concealing and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all Little Joe like a ring of Acinonyx jubatus sprinting after a take flight gazelle. With sweat and binge running down his font, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicles he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to leave five oceanic abyss gashes across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The do-or-die deadly quickly jumped to his infantry as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to grab him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the demon in the boldness with a load of holy bird shot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its material body badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the pack while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his back was to the bulwark and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the tangle of booth, the man discharged his utmost empty case casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his hands as regular as potential while sweat dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a recession through the cubicle aisle, slowly approaching on all Little Joe like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon with trembling men, the man loaded the first shell and fired, blasting the beast in the articulatio humeri and wounded it. A indorse Gargoyle leapt from the side of meat, snarling with bloodlust. With a wow passing his sass, the man discharged the evacuate casing with a Yankee-Doodle of the fore-end and fired, blowing a hole in the animal's breast and sending it tumbling to the story, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its long ramify spit swinging from side to side. Discharging the abandon shield, he took aim and fired, only to hear a diffuse click instead of a loud knock. Before he could even imprecate, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the windowpane as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an alley, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail body with roughshod major power. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her puss was an identical lot of chopped flesh, and her pelvic arch was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chain saw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled law officer. Sitting in a puddle of nasty weewee, the handgun was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final scream and stretch, she reached out grasped the end of the cask, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her raper and fired five rounds straight into its skull, shredding its brainiac and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell bushed to the slope, its cock was removed with one terminal painful tear. With her humbled body almost ripped apart and tears streaking her aspect, the whimpering girl looked around, praying that someone would assist her. She looked and gave a tacit cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the bulwark with a roguish smile and a pulsate erection. Releasing its claws from the wall, the wolf dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a single guess. With tears streaming down her fount, she whispered a soft apology to her family, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the primal shopping center of the city, the paving opened up into a burn pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of misrepresented dim brand with flaming wheels and rotting carcasses nailed to the English. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed Chain, secured to the rusted choker of slave from Hell, each with sheet for clothing, rail-thin trunk, bound arms, and iron masque. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with pitch-dark armour, a whip of pure flaming, and a toothed broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the unholy words ravaged their intellect like heater ants chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ crush their bones, rip their flesh, and drink their stemma ! The woman will scream as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for death as we enslave them ! Let them know pain, let them know reverence, and let them know Hell !'

"Demon Art : graveyard Of The Damned !"the demon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the proclamation of the spell, the street was ripped apart as hundreds of tombstones of all sizes and figure burst out like groundhogs, destroying the roar and coming up with decent exponent to turn over cars. With a thudding roar, skeletal work force with greenish-black people of color reached out of the ground as the Sinners of pit entered New York, each grave spitting them out like serpent from a pit. steel of black steel in hand, the skeleton in the cupboard laughed and cheered at the hazard to finally bring carnage to a real man city after so many eld and Hell. beingness truly evil souls, 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 infantry soldiers of Hell.

Police machine and SWAT vans skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the route with a deep clacking calendar method of birth control. Wasting no clip in ordering the undead crook to staunch, the police officer formed a thick barrier with their cars and all opened fire with pistol, shotguns, and machineguns, raining sanctum lead down upon the skeletons. While they were rickety than Demons in terms of power and they were made of only ivory, they proved to be quite resilient to the bullets. The skeleton in the closet were made of a far stronger stuff than just calcium-rich mobile phone, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organ to live, the sinner could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

yelling swears and praising the the Tempter, the skeletons broke rank and charged towards the line of police officers, swinging their swords above their heads while they ran. The finisher they got, the more scathe they received from the officeholder's bullets, fracturing skulls, breaking off limb, and snapping prickle. But while they were falling like dominos in the fray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of railroad car and immediately went to work, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the constabulary while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

landing place on the ceiling of one of the SWAT van, an aged Archangel clapped his hands together."holy man Art : Heaven Lantern Summoning !"

Behind him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a nude female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a substantial gold lantern. A bright flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the lighting of Shangri-la shone down from the sides and onto the army of the sinner. The underframe howled in torture and tried to harbor themselves as the igniter set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying meth.

The Demon commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his figure, hissing from the burning pain. With a yowl of frustration, the devil cracked his fiery lash, causing it to grow in duration and dart forward like a tentacle. The flaming lead wrapped around the statue, and with a furious tangle, the Demon yanked on the handle, tightening the lash's custody and shattering the marble backer, sending huge composition of marble tumbling to the land with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his blade in hand. With a yowl of authority, the garden angelica brought down his sword with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the Demon's chariot, reducing the fiend and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding city pulley block to simultaneously break loose into clouds of debris and twisted metal.

Off in the length, a deafening screech cut through the air, following various ominous clangour. Great mainstay of smoke and dust were rising into the air as building collapsed, due to the military unit of Hell coming up from right beneath them. These were a new threat, great skeletons that towered at over two one C substructure in summit. These dark-green osseous tissue behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of hundreds of Sinners joining together into one entity, similar to how demon are born.

However, their size and torso were due to the fact that the hatred of the individual booze that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoner joining together from the purest ash, all the emotions and memories from the Sinners were included, resulting in an inflated creature that was not dense enough in its evil to derive a compress Demon organic structure. However, while they were not quite as durable as Demons and they lacked the ability to use spells, their full-sized shadow Pulses and colossal bodies allowed them to stimulate Brobdingnagian amounts of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly muscular Dark Pulse, launching the dense black lasers into the city. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of construction, blooming into massive explosions that illuminated and shook the city and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his flank could carry him, charging his power in homework to demolish the diabolic execration. Spotting his glide path, one of the Bleaks roared in violence and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the Angelica Archangelica but ripping away the roof of a improbable flat building and sending bricks and twisted metal raining down into the street.

"holy person Art : Godhead Smite !"Raffaello Santi shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a knock-down kick.

Upon impinging, the goliath skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine mine, spraying shrapnel in one centering from the ability of Raphael's rush and essentially beheading the beast.

"saint Art : William Henry Gates of nirvana !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a Dark Pulse. The black balance beam surged out from between the systema skeletale's jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raffaello Sanzio, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : immortal Ray !"he called once the blast was ended, turning around and firing an equally brawny beam of holy 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 slight effort, Raffaello Santi brought his brand down onto its wrist joint and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in botheration and shouted curses at Raphael while charging a Dark impulse. Before the bang could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead beast's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and cleave its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and prickle as if his sword was 50 feet long. Upon breaking through the hip, Raphael looked up as the split up percentage of the skeleton began to tell, detonating the half-charged darkness pulse rate and shattering the entire trunk in the plosion.

Raffaello Sanzio looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the archangel to fight the deluge of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The surface area they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the millions. All the Angelica Archangelica were firing divinity fudge irradiation into the black geyser of creature while Baltoh was using both the Feather Arrow and Claw Bullet spells, essentially turning his body into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his go, profligate and butchered body persona fell like waterfalls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning bodies that were incinerated by the wholesale Divinity beam of the Archangels. Every second that passed by, tens of thousands are Gargoyles met their sick end, stifling the Shirley Temple geyser into a low-pressure outflow. But as herculean as the force out of Heaven were, the horde of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and sinner, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the Archangels would have to leave and go side a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby edifice, genus Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the garden angelica. She was surrounded on all English but her self-assurance in her newly acquired fighting skills were high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its nipper barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy energy, and delivered her strong punch to the Gargoyle's aspect, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the C of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life story with a lethal bitch, slicing its head off its articulatio humeri with the white aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and properly slope, giving her no chance to deliver counterattack. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon fiber. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her plume glowing with Blessed power, she spun around with her wings full expended and carved them all down like the vane of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the cap with a large crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single drib of concern in her heart and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of battle, she had a encompassing grin on her aspect from the physical exertion and the feeling of the fret on her face. This fighting was resonating with her ; the confessedly life sentence or last challenge and the chance to be pushed to her limits, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her happiness at pressure she could experience and energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, lilliputian cunt !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a lilt of her arm, genus Selene sliced the wight in half right down the centre and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turning to strike. Stretching her wings, she gave a mighty push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Inferno beasts did not see this coming and were caught of guard duty, giving Selene the opportunity of a life-time to begin hacking and slashing at them as if her hands had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a danseuse and carved down the contraband creatures with her glow backstage, one of them managed to set down five large cuts across her shoulder. While the pain stopped her impulse, the shivers it sent through her only made her smile grow in savagery.

"perfective, it's no fun without a little something to compensate for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its claws in savour and then lashed out with its fundament, trying to skewer her. She caught its ass and yanked on it with all her military capability, pulling the beast off its pes and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling pins, her injure arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin Benjamin Rush it had triggered and the effort being used to combat the pain made Selene's fondness race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic delight, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive child desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the strain, sending the creature hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene's equalizer. She continued to spin, desperately trying to slack herself down and get a grasp of herself. So featherbrained she could barely guess, genus Selene fell back into the weapon system of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a long candy kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop his deluge of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attending !"rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of screams.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly soaker and clapped his hands together."Angel Art : Roaring Clouds Of Shangri-la !"

Deep in the Gargoyle cloudburst, a great eruption of white clouds surged outwards like a gas burst, spinning in a dense vortex with holy place energy crackling through the crimp of vapor like lightning. The tempest consumed the unholy spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a toxicant gas cloud. The cloud lowered itself, forming a seal over the monolithic chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to get in New York.

"trade good, now we can center on other field. amount on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became blench as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud roadblock. His four backstage were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you disturbed ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and take us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its confessedly powerfulness. 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 unfathomable blast.

The Ne ray exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal falls and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's reckoning had been objurgate in the intensity of the gust, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipage with Elvis. The balance beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from Hell to try and get to New House of York, basically carving through their legion like a jet of hot urine through ice. various million Gargoyles were just killed by the blast alone.

The flack zoomed down between the inter-dimensional nullity, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the point of near city-wide wipeout, an explosion was set off in Hell, equal to more than ten K hydrogen dud. An sea of fire surged up in the outer space between New York and Inferno, engulfing every entity that had been trying to strain the urban center and killing them like insect under the wildness of a flamethrower, sending their Death cost to the scope near ten digits. From every possible action carved into the city, a pillar of fire snapshot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental comportment and figure out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock and awe as an ash swarm rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's lead care of the survivors and then repair the harm,"he called out as his halo returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New York's hospitals, tending to a spite man who was struggling to stay alive with a torn windpipe and vena jugularis vein. His hired man were glowing with green energy, repairing the damaged faster than modern medicine ever could. To the audio of the generator hum in the cellar, doctors and nurses struggled to keep masses animated with dim lighting and disappearing resources. Every hallway and room was stuffed with layer, the floor was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged wound, and those who had only minor injuries would basically have to mete out with it themselves or hope they could receive an holy person to help them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the people who had actually been brought in. The metropolis was blanketed with the deadened and wounded, with those needing immediate care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in pain and need of help, the checkup stave worked feverishly not to waste time or tending by asking the Angels questions while they helped tend to the wounded. For every doctor and nurse, there was one backer using his or her power to mend someone, and the need to ask them about the afterlife or, the secret of the existence, or even personal doubtfulness was overpowering. Here they were, the answers to the great doubtfulness on Earth, but just as they would spread their mouthpiece to speak, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden spraying of stock 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 More rarity than care. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest threats to Heaven, a berserker that had defeated Archangels as if they were nothing. Even though he had never killed any of the force of Heaven, his Demon half and his unstoppable strength in battle made him a holy terror, while his Archangel half and his drive to slay evil made him almost an idol.

Once the wound in the man's neck opening closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. Well over a one C Angel were arriving to assist in the healing process, significance that he could finally take a rupture. Even after firing a fury blast to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three hundred hoi polloi, his muscularity story were still fairly gamey, but his mind was aweary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual animation humans lose their life sentence in such hideous means and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the ceiling of the hospital to clear his judgement for a few transactions. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of the exit with his hand over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a woman's voice said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on Molly, who had a nervous face on her face.

"mollie, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I mouth to you about something, or is now a bad time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the wall, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would talk to Selene, but I can't rule her anywhere and she is probably just as meddlesome as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to talk to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a living person would understand me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so much to apportion with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authority that she stopped in her tracks."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your problem don't matter and you don't want throw anyone else the sum burden. But we are friends and I want to assist you. I want to make you happy. Any weight you have to have a bun in the oven, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad grin on her face."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the level, taking a late breath."The job is… I was too scared to fight. I ran away when the conflict started. Everyone else fought against those monsters, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without hesitation, but when I thought back to what those monster did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the firstly place, I don't even get it on how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is nada incorrectly with being scared, especially for someone in your position. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it ridiculous to just await you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have nothing to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the first place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a whorl of her golden hair, and as his digit grazed her cheek, she burst into binge and sat down on the flooring, wrapped in her backstage. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to think of something to say, something to make her feel better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to solace people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every clip I close my optic, I see all the Demons standing over me, laughing. Every time my mind wanders, I remember the botheration I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her boldness, ending her gasp.

In the corner of the roof, rosemary landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the disaster of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to interrupt. With a look of affectionate pride on her face, she stood back to let Baltoh help Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're numb now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human physical structure, but you've been reborn into a new body. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to sway. Your body is completely untouched ; nil has been taken from you. The only touch of your pain in the ass lie in your own memories. All you have to do is look forward to the future and bury the past like your old body. What happened to you happened, we can't modification that, but you can arrive to damage with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an Angel, and you have the sterling chance in the cosmos to change everything and start from scratch."

mollie gained a small smile of peace on her nerve as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosemary silently whispered, feeling her affection gallant as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the time you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to press, you're Sir Thomas More than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will try you. You have all the time in the world to sort affair out and you'll always have the backing of Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I share a bond as well."

molly was silent, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his paw and lifted her Chin, looking into her blue heart and trying to get her to verbalise."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one matter that only you can do to wee-wee me palpate better. induce sexual love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosmarinus officinalis was shocked as well."Are you sure as shooting ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of cruelty, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to forget 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 tongue dancing and their hands run across each other's bodies. Baltoh was gentle at outset, waiting to experience Molly's arousal accomplish its prime before showing any kind of aggression. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the paries of the exit and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her cervix and making her purr in pleasure. Rosemary watched them with her whole body quiver and her breathing quick and shallow. This was the first time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

picking mollie up and holding her against the wall, Baltoh continued to kiss her cervix and clavicle, while she purred in felicity from the touch of his lip and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his toughie back and running her fingerbreadth through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his prospicient clapper between mollie's lips, licking the interior of her sass while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tail and carefully cut the lacy strap of her clothes and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his other script to rip down on her garb, letting her melon-sized jug pop out like airbags. Molly's breathing was heavy as the refreshful air kissed her nipple, followed by Baltoh. Running his lip across the plump easygoing balloons, he stimulated every brass with artistic accomplishment, bringing her to her maximum tier of arousal.

As Rosmarinus officinalis watched Baltoh suck on molly's nipple and leave them wet and erect, she listened to Molly's coos of pleasance and felt them resonating with her body. Watching the two of them made her breasts tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to molly and seeing the look of euphoria on her brass was sending ripples of warmth through her body from between her stage. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling envious, as her breasts were zilch compared to the squishy bowling balls that stood out on molly's chest.

"Baltoh, differentiate me you love me,"mollie whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet panties. Her representative was high school pitched and do-or-die, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to imply it. I don't caution if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."Molly, I love you."

All of the energy he had burned with just a second before became quiet, as he leaned forward and gave her a long kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breath thick with endocrine and her peg wrapped tightly around his shank.

He cut away her panty, revealing her liquid wet prick, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his waistcloth and knickers with one deal, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully erect and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to kiss her and grinded the putz against her awaiting twat, driving her wild with expectation. Without him even inserting the header, he had molly giving cushy moans of bliss as his hefty cock rubbed against her soft ticklish backtalk. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the head of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing rosemary was unable to see Baltoh's humanness, but in the spine of her brain, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her smell and desires for him, but also out of the simple curiosity of whether he had the endowment fund 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 story while his tool rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her succus as it widened her lips in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me feel you,"she murmured with her human face buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even higher, Baltoh positioned his turncock against the broadcast lips of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual bliss. Working his cock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt mollie's internal capable up and widen to assume him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasure that jumped in volume each second. In the backdrop, rosemary was watching them with her eyes wide and her breathing leaden, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for Molly, desperately wishing to feel what she was.

flavor her hymen, Baltoh came to a stop and pressed himself against molly, holding her against the wall with his soundbox. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the bulwark with their finger intertwined above their mind. With molly's manus counterpane and their palm pressed together, Baltoh dug his pincer into the bulwark, giving him a handhold for when he would lead his usual rhythm. Sensing what was about to happen, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the net push.

Finally, in one large stab, Baltoh forced his total cock into her Virgin slit, rupturing her hymen like a grape under a sledge and making Molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly groan like an opera singer, wishing that she could feel the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock out of her, revealing the parentage of her hymen coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in long, deep thrusts. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the power and speed of his penetration, while holding onto the paries with his hook. Her bosom bouncing with each herculean poke, Molly gave a uninterrupted moan of sexual exaltation as Baltoh pummeled her inside with his sinewy electronic organ, growing in speeding in focal ratio every arcsecond. In less than a minute, he was fucking her like a car with her body pinned against the rampart and her fingers wrapped around his as he worked to keep his powerful tread. Her boob were jiggling nonstop flight and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to depict the notion of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's powerful humanity.

In the backcloth, Rosmarinus officinalis was flushed with the overwhelming desire to stir herself, her skin crawling and itching as if she were covered in bug bites. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to fuck her harder, dissipated, and deeper was driving her state of nature with lust and envy, but no matter how keen the desire became, she refused to luxuriate in the sinful desires. She had to continue resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of head trip. But no matter how strong she tried, she could not look away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five minutes.

Deciding that there was no grounds to keep up it, Baltoh lowered his own mental roadblock of self-control and increased his speed and exponent, fucking her as knockout and loyal as physically possible, making molly cry out in happiness as his cock plunged deep into her soft warm pussy, slamming into every tender spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his climax just a few sec before molly did, but with a jet of cum spraying her inside with what felt like the pressure level of a fire hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her pussy from the pressure of the flood, heightening her own climax and rocking her man as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's hired man as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her completely consistence shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing toilsome, Baltoh pulled out of molly and slowly lowered her to the trading floor, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was unable to abide. As if broken from a trance, rosemary shook her psyche from side to side and felt her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming impalpable, she passed through the cap of the hospital into the top floor and then made her way through the construction 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 spells. Taking one hold out inscrutable breath to quieten her nerves, she walked up the staircase, opened the threshold, and came out onto the cap. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the sight before her. molly was on her knees, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked Baltoh off with unbelievable skill, draining every live cliff of semen. Baltoh grunted as he had his second orgasm and Molly leaned her head back with her mouth open, letting seminal fluid spray her boldness and occupy her sassing, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained glob and licking him light. Even while flaccid, rosemary was ineffective to deny that Baltoh's humanity was beyond impressive, but with a scowl, she let go of the door and allowed it to close, creating a trashy bang that made Baltoh and molly jump in surprise.

"There is a meeting about to happen in City Hall, watch over me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his knickers, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the impudence."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a small smile and leaned forward, kissing the one spot on her face that wasn't coated in cum."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosmarinus officinalis and stepped into the dark staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to close the door, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in city mansion, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"Rosmarinus officinalis said before turning around and smacking him across the face as hard as she could. The blow didn't send Baltoh back a unity step, but he clutched his face and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be mean, but never cruel. I thought you were in beloved with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that whore ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; molly is part of our relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that genus Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a 3 with her supporter. We had just had one on the night Selene was captured and molly was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's idea. She is now division of the group. I did nothing wrong."

While his Book crushed Rosemary's accusations, there was still so much ire 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 deal and spun her back around."If you're going to be angry with me, then at least have the moxie to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive squawk about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a tear ran down her cheek."You were supposed to eff me ! I knew you first, I knew you the foresighted, and I knew you respectable than anyone ! If you were supposed to descend in love with individual, it should have been me ! Instead you just mounted the first base human you saw and started fucking any bit of ass that walked by without guardianship or emotion ! If it was so easy for you to be intimate with someone, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the like someone you met in Hell twenty-three years ago,"he said softly.

"Don't give me that Irish bull, nothing in nether region ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the berm and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in snake pit twenty-three twelvemonth ago, that was 23 years for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. Things change Rosemary, things always change, including people, and while you may not trust it, you're the grounds why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just inch apart.

She turned away from him, tears streaming from her center."It's not fair. If you changed so lots, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the wall with their fingers intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his trunk pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her legs, the two of them separated only by the cloth of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so warm and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the Same position that he had been in with Molly just a few arcminute ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her eye closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her center to bolt open as their lips joined and separated and their tongues danced. Rosmarinus officinalis began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his soundbox forward, rubbing his robe cock between her legs, with her step-in 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 meter, perhaps you shall have it. things are changing, Rosmarinus officinalis, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feeling that my cease-fire with nirvana won't terminal too long after this all death and the line of credit of segmentation will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to throw to pick a side, just build certainly that it is the chastise one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her seance in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some metre. Even in hellhole, it will involve a while for enough troops to be found to demonstrate on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive force-out were all standing in the mayor's office, planning their future move. Selene was there but Rosemary was deep to arrive.

"But at what monetary value. Baltoh, do you have any mind how much damage you may have just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just give in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. Forget a hole between dimensions, that dimension would destroy itself and tangle the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the might utilisation low. That blast caused a lot LE death 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 principal with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand masses and to a greater extent than a million were wounded. Even with Angels flooding the city, there were just too many enemy force out to hold the homo safe. And that's not even counting the identification number of Angels we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't imagine any of the resident of this city surviving this war. nigh likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the sewer will be overflowing with blood,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"rich person you guys figured out how to reverse all this yet ?"the city manager asked impatiently.

"We have our best minds in Heaven running computer simulation after simulation and studying this anomalousness from every angle,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple-minded as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his Friend wasn't just lounging and eating people between their visual aspect. We've found sign of the zodiac of symbolisation scribbled across the city in human lineage, and I don't just have in mind at the situation where those perdition abyss were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbolisation. As you can imagine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean value ? !"the head of police force yelled, already on boundary from the battle, the expiry, and the digit he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the rite they used was much more complex than just six bidding and human negativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the Library of Congress out of binary computer code, that's how building complex it was. We're trying to enter out the precise chronological succession of symbolisation required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even most of them and what order they went in is unimaginable. We're basically trying to figure out the blueprints of a castle after finding just half a brick paries. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should enjoin you what kind of quag we're dealing with. If we were to try and make a reversing pattern from starting line, it would take G, if not tenner of thousand of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year meter ratio of Hell,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the wizardry in Heaven just draw out the correct sequence at random like a bunch of monkey on typewriters printing out the works of Shakespeare, then we have no way to overthrow the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his tone as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just shout on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The way was silent.

"Creator stopped caring about the goings on of the world a foresighted meter ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into netherworld ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them principal on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to ruin whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to carry on ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Prince of Darkness. I'm indisputable you think that the demon is actually Devil, who was originally the fallen Archangel Lucifer. That is faulty. Lucifer and Lucifer are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of wickedness ? Well Tenebrous is the king, the initiatory fiendish entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can check him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a rich breather."No, his exponent are worlds apart from mine. I can't even overcome the hell on earth Princes. I'm a potent belligerent and I can induce planetary devastation. However, Tenebrous is a genuine god and his king lie on a oecumenical plate. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred times, and each metre, I escape by the tegument of my teeth. Every time I've come to Earth, it was to miss Tenebrous or the netherworld Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're proper back where we started : facing the end of the world and with no way to block off or vacate it,"said rosemary.

Everyone was tacit and time slowly passed by. One minute, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his chin resting on his tented fingers, deep in thought."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breathing spell.

Everyone turned to him, the Angelica Archangelica with an especially anxious expression on their faces.

"What ?"genus Selene asked.

"There might be a way to change by reversal the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"Blasphemy ! Speaking such words is profanation !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the idiomatic expression in Hellscript, public speaking in an abnormally deep vocalization and making everyone in the room cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"genus Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a hypothesis dreamt up in Hades by pleasure seeker philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a minuscule mind like yours, one that has not lived for as prospicient as I have lived and seen as a good deal as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never work out the plots of their narrative through the abrupt interference of a god. Machina refers to the Hart Crane used in plays to frown the actors playing these gods dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a dissimilar yet similar meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Almighty in promised land that created this world and nether region, but Heaven and perdition splitting off from this universe upon its nativity, in which you humans bid the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and perdition are opposite weight unit on a scale, then this universe is the scale itself. In this idea, this existence is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray ’, or essentially the combining of darkness and brightness level.

The arcsecond part of the mind of Deus Ex Machina is that Almighty and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser organism, no smashing than you or I. The opinion is that there are three toilet, each serving as the beating heart and matrix of a land. Whether these are real thrones or symbolic ones, cypher is sure. But they say that whoever is able to take a Throne becomes a god of that existence. tenebrific occupies the Throne of Inferno, God Almighty occupies the Throne of Heaven, and the Throne of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this case, ‘ god out of the automobile'refers to the pot creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can deal command of the Throne of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a potty becomes a god, those are the rules. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our best bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would go together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're friends so you don't get to pull these hardheaded prank !"Michael barked.

"The entirely intellect why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lies you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this creation instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is confessedly and you and your fellow Archangels were created after the comer of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the design of humankind on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"Heresy !"Michael shouted.

rosemary on the other deal had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"Hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as much detail or data. The explanation I received was aught like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't issue what interpretation you heard, every version is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the contumely to everything we believe and keep abreast ? The vilification to the Sojourner Truth of the world ? !"

"What is the Truth, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and comply ? Think about it, JHVH hasn't once explained the true statement to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand twelvemonth. We're his Archangels, his courier, and yet I can't commemorate the last sentence I saw him or heard him. We know zippo about YHWH, only what we have told each early. And here he is, the oldest and hard of us, the entirely Demon-Archangel loan-blend to ever exist, the greatest anomalousness in the macrocosm, and he knows the origin of the universe with more clearness than we do !"

Michael stood close to her, their faces inches apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're the right way, 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 recite one-half saint and garden angelica in Heaven to stop their unimaginable mission to happen a reversing charm and instead tell them to start looking for the crapper of Cinereo."

"Are you ordering me ?"Michael snarled, stepping over to Baltoh.

"No, I'm threatening. Because if you don't do as I say, the next time I fire one of my blow down into Hell, it will be at full mogul. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable choice. Find the Throne or blow up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep grumble voice.

"tinker's dam it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just save my urban center !"the mayor shouted.

"Fine, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant prick,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the potty are actual thrones or if it's a symbolic epithet. How can we find something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to cite that looking for it means searching the entire macrocosm,"Raffaello Sanzio added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophical point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our brightest minds on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a blink of an eye of light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is zip we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the middle of the night approached ( though there was no way to tell prison term in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his left thigh and molly straddling his right hand. The two women were rubbing their slippery puss against his wooden leg like a span of dolphins scratching an scabies and were each stroking Baltoh's towering prick, all while the terzetto were all kissing each other with their tongues forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thighs, he was rubbing their rhythm asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their delight, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of rosemary standing in the corner, completely undetectable to all weed. 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 commixture of unlike emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sensual dance while her idea 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 amour with his lover and blond courtesan at the same clip, Rosmarinus officinalis felt bitter rancor and anger towards him for his lip service. But before long, that ira turned to envy, envy of genus Selene and Molly for being able to possess him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very unusual curiosity welling up inside her as she watched Molly and Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated dearest Triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the hospital cap, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's heart belonged to genus Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The issue were a confusing gnarl of societal dynamics that she found incredibly… matter to, so interesting that she was compelled to study it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two charwoman kiss each other with Baltoh's tongue between their lenient wet lips and their manus gently stroke and tickle each other's naked eubstance, rosemary could experience warm lustfulness and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that same sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a certain sweetly pure eroticism to the touching between the two adult female, a unique affability that did not subsist between a man and a women. 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 sprightliness, the only when sexual cerebration she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an archangel. But now, luxuria and intimate hunger were flooding her body like a blood transfusion, stirring her persuasion into different phantasy, each involving Baltoh or the adult female. She had jumped from having unattackable feelings for only Baltoh to sexual rarity and desires for these two womanhood, and all in the trend of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, sister, fuck me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and Molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the center of her chest of drawers while Molly pouted that genus Selene got the first turn.

molly moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his cock into her glistening snatch. She gave a diffuse whimper of pleasure as it entered her, filling every nook and chap of her velvet Interior Department. Leaning back with her chest heaving and her breasts jiggling like weewee balloons, Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her unfold pussy with her hired hand after licking her finger's breadth. While genus Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down prostrate and mollie began riding his face, whining from the intense sensations of his knife flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her knife across Selene's swinging titties.

In the turning point, Rosemary's external respiration was labored as she watched them. With her heart running up Selene's and Molly's beautiful trunk, slightly glistening from a reduce motion picture of stew, and listening to the sounds of genus Selene's wet twat sass hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her smooth second joint clapped against his, Rosmarinus officinalis felt like her whole body was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to find herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own naked body for the first real sentence in her life history. Even while inaudible, invisible, and nonphysical, she was afraid to run for fear of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so much stronger. Her breathing became speedy, she began licking and chewing on her lips, and she had her limb tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her fingers against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy pants and touch herself.

rear on the bed, Molly's coos were turning into loud whines as Baltoh's dogged natural language brought her closer and closer to her first base climax as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delectable pussy, slurping up every drib of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delicious gustatory modality and tactile sensation of molly's essence. Desperate for further stimulant, the blond stunner shifted her weight, using one hand to squeeze her huge dummy almost brutally and finger her tight shit with the early. Her whines grew in mass and she stopped licking genus Selene's bouncing tit, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her admirer's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first orgasm, she worked her middle finger in her anus faster and faster, sending shivers up her body from the unusual star. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental shake from the mere kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lubricator in her shit. Once she had it covered in another wet stratum, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on genus Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her acquaintance's case. Selene's wrapped her sassing around Molly's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a cock sucking and savoring the nonexistent savor, all while mollie sucked on her nipples.

Finally, Molly gave a particularly loud high moan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her insides with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her unhurt body shaking, Molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an exhausted cat, panting heavily.

"Wow molly, I can't believe how much that took out of you,"genus Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new consistence just wasn't used to it. Don't vexation, I'm ready for more,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As Molly set herself to accept Baltoh's powerful erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her subdivision around molly's naked body, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck. Rosemary licked her back talk with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by individual, specifically, one of the three before her. Her torso ached to feel the naked physical structure of Selene or molly pressed against her own, to finger one of them kissing her skin in that Lapp intimate loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

molly finally managed to work the oral sex of Baltoh's peter into the entrance of her body and gave a loud shout pant as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretch to take in the mass. Selene tightened her handle on her Lesbian lover with her manus between Molly's ramification, giving a hum of her own as she felt Molly's pelvic region protuberance as Baltoh's putz stuffed her to the point of bursting, the Adam was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain sensation in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her altogether body was trembling as she tried to become reacquainted with Baltoh's member inside of her and she was giving a mild whimper with each bm she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smiling and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's hard dick, quivering with each pulse and glistening with her vaginal juices. With Baltoh's nates wrapped around her waist to curb her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steady beat, springing on his rooster while crying out in hug drug every time the head punched the rich niche of her pussy like a boneless fist. As she picked up speed, she relied more and more on Baltoh's mighty tail to pump her up and down as if she were a piston while the sound 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 lovers were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the turning point, Rosemary was staring in awe at Molly's heaving torso, her breasts jumping like two undestroyable weewee balloons attached to the hold of a pogo stick. Even without brightness on, Molly's body was glistening with a cut level of sweat, allowing every brawniness under her skin to display itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's cock and was fucked like a blow-up dolly, Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with so much lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this stranger's body as if she were a giant lollipop.

The sound of Molly's thighs clapping against Baltoh's and her moan of sexual happiness was like medicine to rosemary's auricle, her vibrant organic structure looked downright delicious, the spirit of her kitty succus was like perfume, and just the mickle of the three sexual spouse was captivating. All these constituent were driving rosemary up the wall and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from point to toe, she began touching her bosom tentatively with one hand and working her fingers in her panties with the other. This was the low gear time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each lenify brush of her fingers sent shiver of bliss through her trembling eubstance.

rosemary suddenly looked up from her own body as molly released a shaking scream of happiness from her sexual climax. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussy and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her wooden leg and pulling the business firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smile."fountainhead darling, what do you think ? Would you be willing to be a trivial more patient ?"

She gained the same tender smile and cupped his face."Oh course, infant. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lips against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her placid inner thigh before running his lips against her fresh ravisher ass brass. Feeling Baltoh's backtalk against her tranquil sultry buttocks, molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the niche and did the same. Molly finally reached back and spread her ass brass, letting Baltoh work out his sass in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's face buried in her ass and his tongue and lips working her like a cervix massager, Molly cooed and shook from the pleasance he was giving her. genus Selene was working her fingers between her branch frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the passel and sound of mollie being pleasured. Rosemary was in the Saame locating, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her soft skin, wishing that Baltoh would cream her in such a way, but also becoming more than and more envious of Baltoh for being able to figure out Molly.

After exploring the depths of her cocksucker with his long forked tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running buss up her back and shoulder joint. After kissing her neck and capitulum, he sat up and grasped his peter, rubbing it between her cheek.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly have in mind that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'rosemary thought in disbelief.

Molly again spread her ass nerve as Baltoh pressed the top dog against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside mollie and spat between her ass nerve, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly holler as the fleshy projectile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, Molly's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the insight, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway undetermined, Baltoh plunged his cock into her asshole, making Molly screeching like a banshee from the painless yet indescribable and awkward feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his entire cock in molly's anus, wondering how the blonde beauty could possibly be moaning in X with her anus stretched nearly to the spot of tearing.

With long, retard throw, Baltoh began to fuck Molly's ass with groovy science, making her moan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her fingers in her cunt. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up swiftness, driving down into her body like an automatic power hammer. Molly's groan became a ceaseless high screeching as the total of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her backbone and moaning as her tireless fingerbreadth brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, Rosemary was now completely bare and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the idea of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging dick, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into brawny envy, envy so heavy that she was almost about to protrude fingering her anus.

Rosemary's body was different from Selene and mollie's, in that they had a certain well-toned maturity, but she had Sir Thomas More of an adolescent look. As an Archangel not created by God, her consistency was the result of a large group of holy person fusing together into a one spirit, ending up with a figure dictated by the majority of her"factor ”. As expected, all the psyche that made hers were fair sex, almost all of them quite vernal. But while her eubstance wasn't as developed as Selene and Molly's, she was the same age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"lover. Already, her thighs were glistening with the clear fluid that her rousing was drawing Forth River as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making molly hold a particularly loud shriek. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be capable to match his swiftness. His hale body could barely be discerned as anything other than a colossus fuzz as he fucked her like a motorcar. The bed was creaking and rocking to the percentage point where it was at risk of falling apart and Molly's anus was being pummeled so hard and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's endurance and stamina could keep from getting ripped open like a love apple and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so hard !"she screamed with the volume of a slaying victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her bastard while her pussy became soaked with a fresh stratum of fluid, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, after almost a minute-long flood tide, Molly's body became sedate and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her mother fucker 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 enamor his breath. With Baltoh's cock still standing at full phase of the moon care, Selene crawled over to him with a coy smile and took it in her mouth, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her ally as if were butter on a clavus cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, Molly is just an Angel Falls, but still…'rosemary pondered in one percentage of her head while the rest of her nous wished she could sample it.

Once the meaty pole was licked clean, genus Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his knack knees and her hands on his articulatio humeri. With his hired man on her hips, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his cock, working it into her anus. With the strength and endowment fund of a sawhorse, Baltoh push upwards into her anus, stretching the hoop to its limit and making genus Selene contribute a thick moan. Baltoh waited for a few seconds, making for sure that his place was castigate before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the drumhead of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her springiness another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced cycle, Molly held her head between his legs and licked Selene's snatch, giving Selene a tell apart rushing of pleasure. Watching genus Selene, never before had Rosemary felt so much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the Saami time… the sheer lust and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For various arcminute, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's asshole and into her pussy. Being an holy person, disease and infection was unacceptable 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 repercussions for her. All three women knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their hearts hop a beat, before the realization hit them and their blow turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysteric grin on her face as Baltoh drove up into her pussy various times, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her bunghole, all in undivided fluid front and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her pussy, soaking both orifice with a bubbly variety of each other's natural lubricants. When he fucked Selene's whoreson, molly would be licking her slit, and when he fucked Selene's dickhead, mollie would drub the appearing and disappearing shaft of his cock.

After twenty minutes, Baltoh had to relinquish the view from the immense amount of vigour and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of genus Selene's ass and pussycat on his cock. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to Selene, who was on all quatern with a coy smile. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the egotistic lips of her snatch.

Without falter, Baltoh took his natural jackhammer rhythm, instantly turning Selene into a highly strung wreck with her rima oris hanging surface as she gave a low moan of unequalled happiness. For the firstly few transactions, Molly sat up on her genu next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his mouth while he licked hers in a long passionate osculation. However, it wasn't long before she desired more input and moved in front of Selene, lying on her back with her pegleg spread and her rosy mouth curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her script onto her elbows, Selene excitedly buried her cheek in Molly's pussy, licking her velvet lips with her yearn silky black hair scattered across her friend's belly. mollie's usual flashy moan were replaced with a indulgent hum as she gently moved her hands against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her soundbox rest.

In her corner, rosemary was chewing on her hair like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of warmth and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her body with abyssal f number were making it difficult to stand, let alone keep from hollering like an opera Isaac Merrit Singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a illuminate liquid sprayed from her pussy as if it was a water gun as she achieved a distaff ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her feet and covering her smooth ramification in a glistening shininess, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the besotted lips.

After soaking Baltoh's cock with her orgasmic juices, Selene moved to the side to recover from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste a second in grabbing molly and pulling the grinning nympho over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his pectus, with Baltoh kissing her articulatio talocruralis and understructure as he started fucking her bitch for almost ten minute. Having caught her hint, Selene swung her leg over mollie and sat on her face, letting molly ingurgitate herself on her free, tender kidnapping while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilance 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 legs around Baltoh'shank, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his shaft into her whoreson. Selene too shift position, sitting on her hound and grinding her smooth soot black ass cheeks against Molly's font, purring at the opinion of dominating her friend.

This went on for the eternal rest of the night, with Baltoh switching back and Forth between the two womanhood. collective hour were spent with his peter in different assholes, pussies, and mouths, with a good deal the clock time spent with a woman's tongue in his throat or his tongue in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my terminal point,"Baltoh finally grunted.

audition his warning, Molly and genus Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her booster's spittle lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, genus Selene pressed her cheek against Molly's, both women sticking out their glossa with their mouths wide open.

Baltoh gripped his cock and began stroking it like a lunatic, finally allowing the mental and forcible barriers he had set up in his torso to tumble down and let everything flow. With his eye rolling back into his head, he released a loggerheaded gooey jet of his semen into the two women's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouths. After swallowing, the two womanhood sat up and began licking each other's faces like a pair of cat, cleaning each other from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his unanimous dead body feeling like it was pinned down with moderate weights.

Once the two adult female had licked up every drop curtain of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful grinning. His panting having slowed and his torso as limber as a arctic 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 fount pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral medallion like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"mollie tiredly whispered with her human face pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a soft laugh as the three sex partners 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 have sex, masturbate to the mass, and feel sexual attractive feature to the two cleaning lady. For 60 minutes she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the burden of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so little of clock time. Barely maintaining her impalpability, 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 strike asleep.

"Rosemary, she was in the room watching us the hale fourth dimension. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't common sense her !"

"Her direction on her concealment magical spell briefly wavered every sentence she had an coming. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

Selene gained a coy look on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our adjacent session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand why you originally invited Molly, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each former ? I find it heavy to believe that you are this unforced to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to watch. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to make each former felicitous, I want all four of us to be felicitous. How about after the next struggle, 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 tacit, just staring into each former's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the just woman that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really savor these little sex parties. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me well-chosen. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get covetous and their touch sensation will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love we share. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to complicate thing. mollie loves you and rosemary loves me. I just want to make sure we don't end up crossing a line and we're unable to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather misplace my baron and be cast back into underworld to be tortured for all eternity than be without you."

Selene's smile then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worries like dust against a Calluna vulgaris."You will never lose me. My body, nous, and somebody, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No issue what happens or how complicate things become, all that we need is to enjoy each other, because that love will bind us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his boldness.

"I love you, Selene. You are the only being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the merely one who can evidence me what to do, the only one who I will always follow. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their lifetime in others hands like a leash if it is found. Everyone tries so hard to obliterate his or her leash, to hold back from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my trinity to you, because you will forever give birth my love and my loyalty. You are the only one that can make this creature retract his claws,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the same thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this creation for you, anything accept leave you. I lost my life because I refused to go forth you, and I would do it all again, just to present you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an Angel, you know that ?"

"Screw that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"mollie tiredly mumbled with her heart closed.

"Said the fille that is curled up bare 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 belittled laughter and then closed their centre, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the midsection of the night, shining in through the window with the strength of a leg light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The stone shaft around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The urban center had literally burned through the solid ground's crust and was passing through the mantle. The merely thing that kept New House of York from being instantly burned to a chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.

"Time is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his head back down on the pillow.



With Selene and molly's naked physical structure held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side of meat and flipped the bed as a stray blast struck the hotel way balcony and sent rubble and broken glass flying through the air. exterior, a battle had just started and the forces of hellhole were once again advancing on New York.

"Girls, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his tail. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"goodness, then let's get dressed. It is time to press once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the crossbreed and two Angels flew out of the destruct hotel room and looked out over the metropolis. Already, archangel and Demons were zooming between the edifice while their blades and magical spell clashed, monolithic torrents of Gargoyles were bursting out of the footing like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and sinner were marching through the city, battling the occupant of New House of York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the good deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and molly following him.

"holy man Art : Wings of the Crusader ! Demon Art : Blades of Darkness !"he called, stretching his annexe to their upper limit length.

Extending almost ten human foot, two tempered glory of clean light radiated from his Angel backstage while two steel-like fins of dark Department of Energy stretched from his daemon flank. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle swarm and instantly began carving a monumental gap in their numbers. With his powered wings, he sliced the forces of Hell to pieces as if they were patch of meat dropped into a food central processing unit. Misty swarm of blood sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded torso parts blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The phone of gunfire pulled Selene and Molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the sinner and Gargoyles on invertebrate foot. With how the vehicle was able-bodied to shatter the skeletons of the evildoer and rip apart the Gargoyles like art object of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark military group that filled the street, ice rained down from the spot building to their right as evildoer leapt from the windowpane, howling curses with their hoary sword in hand.

"mollie, try and concur them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her friend countered with fire in her heart and soul, having developed a natural affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her paw at the raining frame, Molly launched the only when long-range attack of the holy person : a narrow immortal Ray, just like how Gargoyles could set up miniature Dark Pulses. The bam whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice it in one-half like a full-sized divinity fudge Ray, but packing to a greater extent than enough effectiveness to obliterate the Sinners.

With soften and charred bones falling like hail but more than Sinners continuing to bring down on and around the van, Selene took drastic activeness. Standing on the roof of the fomite, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van look like a eggbeater with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's fender, which were glowing with holy place energy. On touch, the systema skeletale were shattered like glass vas and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their artillery at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like lions after an elephant. Blessed by Angel Falls, their bullets were more than affective against the disconsolate host, shattering the sinner'skeleton and blasting gory holes straight through the Gargoyles like deer poke through groundless boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the cap of a city bus which had an national caked with parentage and aimed her hands at the hordes of Sinners and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of fury, she launched two electron beam of golden energy from her thenar, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark forces. With each she one cut down, five more would postulate its place, drawn by the tumult of conflict. But no thing how many showed up, she refused to allow her supply of muscularity to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her dying, it was not 100 % true. The thrill of conflict and sight of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing back storage of the botheration and humiliation she suffered at the workforce of the ogre. That pain was turning into rage and determination, and the steely resolve to avenge her own death and fight back against the unholy spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a retentivity from her death made her rake burn in her veins like molten metal and caused wild rip to pullulate down her cheek, but it also caused the mate beams of light shooting from her hired man to increase in size and power, almost turning into actual Divinity Rays.

With a meretricious shriek, she doubled her output, making the ground tremble and the Windows of the bus shatter into pieces. The beams of luminosity obliterated the Sinners and daemon, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yankee arena, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the driver as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a lock of mollie's favourable hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issue,"she replied, taking a thick breather. With a tender grin, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their solacement was cut curt as the building behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from pit and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their hands and each fired a beam of holy energy at the evil conglomerate, managing to singe its physical structure but only inflicting as much damage as a pair of magnifying spectacles on a tree trunk. The beast snarled and shielded its typeface from the laser, causing two minute column of smoke to mount up from its hand. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and Molly and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.

Crying out in the pain of the vice-like lastingness of the Bleak's skeletal manpower, genus Selene and Molly both aimed their handwriting at the creature's look and fired a beam of light into its eyes, blinding the creature and causing smoke to pour Forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in torment, tightening its grasp on Selene and molly to the point where they both coughed up origin. With its visual sense blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a darkness Pulse.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five Demons with their powers enhanced by eating human flesh and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his devotee and his Quaker in the hands of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a favourable slam and plunged her bone katana into his breast and pierced his tenderness.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the tabernacle and ripping off the upper share of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to ride out alive and on its infantry, allowing Selene and molly to mistake free of its grip. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of relief, one of the monster 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.

breakage the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five devil with a furious snarl. get-go reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the center of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his claws and ripping out bally strips of her heart and left lung. The fiend vomited descent and tried to draw another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this clip striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arterial blood vessel, as well as a percentage of her spinal column.

The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with Black person flames to inflict Thomas More hurt. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe strike of the moment Demon, used his right-hand annexe to kibosh the skull-headed pound encroachment of the third fiend, used his leave behind annexe to kibosh the serrated jousting lance of the fourth monster, and used his prat to chance on back against the fifth daemon, who was wielding a giant star cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the painful sensation of the hammer breaking the osseous tissue in his right wings and the fizgig piercing his exit wings, but he was able to detour the approach of the mo and fifth and his wounds from the former affray were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second daimon with his empennage and the third gear and 4th with his sword, carving all three in one-half. He looked down, about to hit the twenty percent, but the daimon had escaped and was flying towards Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby ceiling, tending to each others trauma with a nameless healing might. The daimon raised his chopper sword above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"red cent it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, appearing succeeding to Selene and mollie with her hand aimed at the oncoming daemon."Angel Falls Art : Spear Of fate !"

From her decoration, a halcyon voulge blade shot Forth, made solely of luminance and as large as a car, but also being as slenderize as paper and moving as fast as lightning. The giant spear completely slipped through the Demon's mother wit of spotting and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The steel struck the Demon head on, slicing it in half right down the middle. With the beast defeated, rosemary turned to Selene and mollie, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too lost and embarrassed to look correct at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral device vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're watching over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a faineant grin.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she recognise ? !"Uh, good. 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 brace grin. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



rosemary kneeled before the giant crucifix in one of the churches of New York city. The struggle was over, and as usual, every church in the city was packed with people, praying for God to salvage them or mourning over those who had lost their biography in the fight. The elbow room was blood-red from the light of the Hellfire fence around the metropolis release through the windowpane, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the church seem like the scene of a fell massacre by monster. Mixed in with the speech sound of priest's dry dull and dire interpreter were the relentless sobs and snuff of crying masses, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless situation, or just crying.

Rosemary had made herself invisible so that she could implore in privateness, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to sanctify them or their fellowship, ask why God was not putting a halt 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 last that happened to be a personal loser. Almost every Angel and garden angelica that wasn't meddling healing the bruise and repairing the destroyed metropolis had taken a alike human body of solitude.

This clip, she was praying for clarity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for garden angelica to be in amatory kinship, and here she was, lusting after the most tabu man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these muscular sexual motivation and desires, but the tabu of it only made them warm and more arousing.

Behind her, the priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never lose organized religion in the Creator, for by his beloved, we shall be delivered to safety. We must continue to fight and continue to pray, so that we may evince our devotion and he will save us."

Suddenly, the doors swung open, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In maltreat Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the room access. Word had spread throughout the city of this mysterious figure, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, daimon, and sinner that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only when information that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the human race, and their answers and delineation of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battle that had taken place in the city, he had become a fable. Many people revered him as the savior that would rescue the city and the world from the brink of destruction, due to his ability and the fact that he walked between the worlds of light and darkness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon existence and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will save you,"he announced with a voice so deep and commanding that it made everyone tremble.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes opened and she gasped at the phone of his voice. Baltoh began to take the air forward and everyone in the gangway backed away from him.

"alibi me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Jehovah will not salvage you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only humans and holy man can stop the darkness. If you're going to implore, pray to us."He then rolled his heart to the click of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a devil !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and stronger than both,"he corrected, spreading his extension to their uttermost duration.

The room was filled with quiet down muttering of shock 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 destruct it. This place will do none of you any effective. This church will not protect you from the forces of Hell, it will not get your aloof deity to progress to down and save you, and it will not get you entrance into paradise. The only matter that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this house of Lie, instead try and help those around you. There is much work that needs to be done in this city, multitude to help oneself and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing somebody to reserve your deal and get to influence helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was veneration or obedience, the people left the church service, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their distance from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to employment. The doors of the church service closed, leaving it mute with only Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the Christian church, near the crucifix, rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these people to ferment instead of wasting meter, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand hoi polloi who were injured in the struggle and I repaired fifteen metropolis blocks. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you nettle trying to crush their beliefs when you of all hoi polloi know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her center on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the universe than they ever could. Jehovah has done cypher for this world in two thousand long time. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the people of this world or even his retainer ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and tell apart me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the swarthiness so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hate of evil, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil regard to harm. I do not love this human race, but I have done more for it and its people than Divine ever has. So evidence me, why do you still come and idolize him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not make you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the former hand are one of the many Archangels born through the collaboration of virtuous human being soulfulness, all wishing to defend evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the soul of people that were made on Earth by this creation, not Godhead. You owe him nothing."

Rosmarinus officinalis took a late breathing time."Why did you come here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her flank retracted.

Baltoh took another stone's throw towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosmarinus officinalis had a arduous meter not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to give thanks you for saving Selene and Molly,"he said with his breath flicking rosemary fuzz and causing her to throb from the sensation.

"It was zero, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips just an inch from her ear. Rosemary's breathing time was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't ideate how awkward 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 nix to be ashamed of. You just need to work on staying focused on your cloaking while while having an coming,"he whispered, brushing his back talk against the face of her neck.

She held her face in her hands."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her side in her hands.

Baltoh wrapped his nates around her consistence and felt the curves hidden beneath her baggy garden angelica getup. The gentle liquidity crisis made her whimper in embarrassed arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at ataraxis )."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 trench breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his spit against her ear and sent a sinewy tremor through her body.

"I want them, genus Selene and mollie. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to palpate the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his paw across her body, feeling her beautiful class through her clothes and making her squirm in arousal, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will cave in it to you. I will dedicate you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, give yourself to me, and we will show you more cloud nine than you thought possible."

rosemary shook her head from side to side as if waking up from a enchantment."No, this is wrong. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her head for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her mind. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at first I was skeptical about it, but the appreciation of your material body is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, trying to keep her mind clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her harbinger, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and love each other ; that is our adhesion. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the catch of her singlet and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more confused than ever in her life.

He rubbed her breasts with his laurel wreath, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and Molly's tongues against your body, you want to finger orgasm after sexual climax rush through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall allot you everything."

Wearing a look of bewildered innocence and lust on her face, Rosmarinus officinalis glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating spit into her soft wet sassing. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her spit while carefully avoiding his sharp teeth. While the flavor was farsighted since gone, Rosmarinus officinalis could almost savor the succus of Selene and Molly in his mouth and they drove her natural state in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's glossa filling her mouthpiece, Rosmarinus officinalis did not feel him charge away her drawers with his claws, but she shivered at the feel of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his bum between her legs, catching the waistband of her scanty with the needlelike tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her flank retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the just thing separating rosemary from Baltoh's brawny hard-on pressing against her was the fabric of his pants.

Wearing nothing but her rosary beading chains around her wrist and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at care against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the feeling 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 mouse at the mercy of a powerful lion and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This smell of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was indescribable, the fear and the bliss that came with it made her shiver in fervour. 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 take to him and be dominated, though that word was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her psyche telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing human body of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wild animate being, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her judgment was still trying to decide what to do and what it wait. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the smooth backtalk of her snap like a slithering snake. Rosmarinus officinalis purred at the sensual touch, and when she reached down to feel her moistening button, he grabbed her helping hand and held them together, restricting her movement. Rosemary shook in his embracement and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in bliss at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, keep back me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In battle she is as vehement as all of the other Archangels, but when sexually receptive and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more worry,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling his infernal sense of sexual dominance beginning to reveal itself.

"What do you desire ?"Baltoh asked, ending the kiss.

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the land by her carpus as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her peg together tightly as the feeling of impuissance made her hot and wet.

"What do you desire ?"he asked a third time, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her smooth rear and along her spine, gently enough to only stimulate the tegument rise and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your tool !"she begged as she felt the bite of the razor-sharp talon against her bare frame.

Baltoh grinned at the complete personality change."I'll give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new victor ? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, delight fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all foursome."Get on your knees,"he ordered, taking majuscule enjoyment in fulfilling her slavish desires.

"Yes professional,"she whispered, turning around to front him.

With a diminished smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his put up cock, which was pulsing with each beat of his ticker. On her stifle, Rosmarinus officinalis stared at it with awe and fear, similar to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a virgin with a less highly-developed consistence, Rosmarinus officinalis's lustrous eyes and freckled boldness were refulgent with innocence. Even though she was in her twenty, her virtuous ingenuousness and untried physical structure made her look so young.

"Start playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her backtalk, Rosmarinus officinalis leaned back and began working her fingers between her legs. Her external respiration became quick and shallow with subdued flutters of her voice and her hand became weaken with her juices. The more she worked, the more her pussy began to afford up and disclose itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pink interior and the wet flower petal-like folds within. rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young naked organic structure on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his hammer in his paw. She could find his eye on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her want to hide away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes master,"she whimpered, rubbing her twat frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her hand as fast as she could and pinching her mamilla for sum up foreplay. Sprawled out on the trading floor, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the eternal rest of the church building, for she could not bear the ignominy. But the shame turned her on.

"On your men and knees."

rosemary did as she was told, getting on all quartet with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her face in the crook of her arm, Rosemary continued to feel herself with her whole physical structure shaking with each pleasurable splash of her handwriting, all with her anus and glistening cunt in purview of Baltoh. For a few second, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to accomplish an orgasm. Finally, he decided to gift her some help in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the Snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of promised land, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his arse around her throat and gave a clear squeeze. It wasn't enough to cut back her breathing or cut off pedigree flow, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric brat. It would receive been so easy for him to shoot down her at that second, to snuffle out her life like she was null but a small creature. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her flabby throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosemary crossed the verge into a squirting orgasm. She writhed and moaned as jets pussy juice sprayed out from between her finger wildly, pooling beneath her. Her mitt became a blur as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in felicity from her climax.

After almost a minute, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heave and her tits jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole consistency quivering, rosemary held up her bridge player to her face, looking at her oiled finger, glistening with her juices. horror filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so over-the-top. Baltoh's tail tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive rousing. Without hesitation, she opened her mouthpiece and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the scrumptious taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her finger's breadth clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a leash. He set her on her knees with his prick just inches from her aspect."Kiss it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes original,"she panted.
inclination forwards, Rosmarinus officinalis kissed the head of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the tender member touched her sassing like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her back talk wide with her natural language sticking out like a landing strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribble from the end, Baltoh rubbed the school principal of his prick against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her natural language, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you need this shaft ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamic of this situation.

"Yes, please Master. I want to suck in your cock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a imposing and virtuous warrior of nirvana into his subservient sex striver, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the back of her psyche, Baltoh forced his turncock into her mouth, making her gag from the size of it as he pushed it all the way to the binding of her throat. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to pull away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex response, but Baltoh's hind end around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her face. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his shaft out, letting Rosemary gasp for air and barf on the floor.

Once she had caught her breathing place, Baltoh wrapped his fingers around rosemary's hair and smeared his slime-covered cock across her fount, mixing her spittle and other bodily fluids with her weeping. He pushed his turncock back into her pharynx, forcing it all the way in and making Rosmarinus officinalis have full-body convulsions. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosmarinus officinalis as shaky as a leaf and with slime dripping from her mouth and nose from retching. As filthy and distressing as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her fantasy had ever been like this, but it was better than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean, she wrapped her fingerbreadth around the ray of Baltoh's hammer and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and shape while she caught her breath. Finally fix, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her head back and Forth River and stroking him with her hand while she sucked him. As common, Baltoh just groaned and let his head roll back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his manhood and listened to the marvellous spongy audio of it moving back and forth inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his integral keister around her trunk and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his cock staying in her mouth. With rosemary upside-down with Baltoh's principal between her legs, he buried his face in her snatch, going down on her with far more hostility than he would with Selene or Molly. Having never experienced the spirit of soul'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 bitch and licked up every cliff of her Delicious succus, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her tomentum to hold her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his hip, fucking her pharynx with non-caring brutality, causing Rosmarinus officinalis to spew with each mightily punch to her throat and making tear run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally time to fuck Rosemary like the piffling working girl she was. He dropped the exhausted Angelica Archangelica onto the pool of filth on the flooring and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to retrieve her strength. Once his longanimity was at its limit, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your master key ? cook to get your puss shredded by my dick ? Beg for it like the piddling slut you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an malefic smile.

"Please fuck me, victor ! I want you to take my virginity with your big cock !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her arms shaking.

With his behind around her waist, Baltoh used his free script to crusade the head of his putz against her waiting virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosmarinus officinalis was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so intemperate that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the laurel wreath of his paw. Securing the head in the glistening sass of her cunt, Baltoh returned his handwriting to her hip and took a deep breath. With a exclusive hefty shove, he forced his full tool into her slender dead body, not caring how meretricious she screamed.

Even with her Archangel dead body opening up to assume him in a way that no human Virgo could and the pain sensation almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh bunko from the savage insight and the vast mass inside her. The sensation of his monstrous manhood stuffing her to the spot where she felt like she was going to be ripped undefended mocked her crazy fantasies and nightmares. The estimation of experiencing this as a human terrified and confounded Rosemary as she struggled to pass off and stay calm air.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruised bit. Upon its nigh removal, blood from her powderize hymen trickled out from between the spread lip, running down her bland belly, between her wall hanging breasts, up her throat, and reddened her mouth like lipstick. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy servant, taking with child amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this situation before, it took Baltoh a few jab to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the assistant of this tail to adjudge her still, he was fucking her like a automobile in seconds. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human wheelbarrow ; instead, she just had her case buried in the crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her humiliated body against his tool. The dominating loan-blend had a grinning on his face and was licking his lip as he listened to rosemary's tearful moans of happiness and watched as his mightily thrusts sent ripples through her pale naked trunk. Wanting to see to a greater extent, he smacked her across the rear with the back of his hired hand, jiggling the soft flesh and making Rosemary cry out as a large red wheal formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his manus against the easy bare flesh of her blotto ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cries of unspeakable euphoria were like euphony to his spike, satisfying one of his Demonic intimate desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her branch back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grasp on her wrists and his tail around her throat. With Rosmarinus officinalis's legs wrapped around his torso and her tearful gags and watchword of felicity cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her weapons system held back and had his shadower wrapped around her neck with the stark tier of niggardliness, significance that she was basically held in a sex swing and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
"Do you desire me to take a crap you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make me cum, sea captain ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his cock recondite inside her.

Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her totally suspended dead body escape from wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't outset bleeding. Rosemary's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her saintly representative bouncing off the walls of the church building.

"OH passe-partout !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet sexual climax, spraying the floor and Baltoh's ramification with her juices.

Without falter, Baltoh set her down on her animal foot and then pushed her over to the soapbox. With Rosemary bent-grass over the stump, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his turncock between her ass boldness. He tightened his tail around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a pitiful whimper and nodded her head, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and molly's. Spreading her ramification and forcing her head down against the Holy Scripture on the pulpit, Baltoh readied the fountainhead of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and open up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosemary's scream echoing through the church building, Baltoh worked his cock into her tight petty asshole with a one shove of cruel strength. Ignoring her irritating vociferation and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic spirit and the wondrous tactual sensation of her tight rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the tender wet skin, Baltoh took his natural pace, pumping into her with tenacious, deep strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and Forth like a pecker, rocking the podium wildly with rosemary clinging to it for pricy aliveness and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored looking glass windows of the apotheosis and saint and the rows of church bench for people who attended the house of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and judgement as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lustfulness for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her thinker hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry concubine, but the rest of her mind was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being slavish to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable 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 look of his phallus stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosmarinus officinalis raised her head and released a deep moan of go, with her voice shaking with her body from the rapid pounding of his hammer. Baltoh pulled her back with his keister around her cervix, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could taste them hard with his decoration, making her purr from the con of the sensitive mounds. He also kissed her, licking the blood of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her mother fucker. She groaned as he entered his kitty, just like he had with Selene and Molly, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his stab, violating her womanhood as he kept her face pressed against the holy place Holy Writ, both to humiliate her and spit in the face of God as he bent the beautiful Archangel to his will.

Finally, the stump fell out from under Rosemary and she collapsed to her stifle with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all tetrad and his hands around her throat, making her moan in felicity as he pounded her like a giant pneumatic hammer. For several minutes, they continued in his style with rosemary riding cloud 9 and Baltoh riding Rosmarinus officinalis. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her kitty-cat, painting the two opening with her succus. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually experience his own stamen beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his fundament around her pharynx. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clit."Please sustain fucking me, schoolmaster. I want your cock inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, Rosmarinus officinalis obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his cock in his hand. Grabbing her hair, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his putz as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to breastfeed on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to manipulate his rump behind her, causing two sections to bend back over each other and twist into a duo of double coil.

With perfect aim and unstoppable effectiveness, he forced the two twisted dowery of his buns into her ass and kitty, fucking all three of her porta at once as if she were the dupe of a hentai tentacle freak. With Baltoh's peter grinding against the back of her pharynx and his butt pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of ass motorcar, Rosemary's eyes rolled back into her head and she nearly became hobble, giving into the ineffable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic roar as an eruption of semen sprayed from the heading of his pecker, coursing down her pharynx, filling her belly, and overflowing from her sassing. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his cock out of her back talk and his after part out of her pussy and asshole. Rosmarinus officinalis collapsed on the storey, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And More,"she panted, happier and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your gist and your dedication ?"

"Yes skipper,"she purred.

"trade good, then I'll give you some metre to find before I let Selene and mollie have a turn of events with you."

Then, in contrast to the bestial BDSM fucking he had just given her, he lifted her chin and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"fountainhead, Rosmarinus officinalis is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a quick tour ), both naked after having made love just a short while ago. Just instant before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New House of York to go up to worldly concern in lodge to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to demand details,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously kinky slut and a completely subservient masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and molly. Not to mention she is a grave water pistol, she sprays like a water fountain."

Selene perked up with amazement and entertainment."Really ? Well after my first-class honours degree little predilection of domination with Molly, I have to admit that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a tour with her after I gave her time to bring around. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive heart rate of get-up-and-go rocked the city to its center, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and lumbering with inauspicious power and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh's optic widened and he bolted to his ft, rushing over to the balcony. This power was equalize to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a handful of germ for such an oppressive atmosphere, and none of them were good.

"holy person Art : Bob Hope pharos Summoning ! Angel Art : rose wine window carapace Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

Four Hope beacon light began to rise from the land, each at the very boundary of the city. It was the utmost number of the crown of thorns that could be summoned in any given position and fourth dimension. Up above the very center of attention of the metropolis, a pond-sized rose window of xanthous and violet glass appeared, casting an paradigm of itself down upon the urban center with the light pass through it. With the help of the four crossbreeding, its diameter was expanded to cover all of New York and its power was great enough so that not even an U. S. Army of Gargoyles could fall in through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to Hell, we've finally gotten so close that the most powerful daemon can slip through. These are the on-key lusus naturae of the shady deepness, the foes that have brought me nearly to the brink of death,"he cursed as the authorization of the suffocating curtain of muscularity increased in weight.

"time lag, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his backing. Their mogul story 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 Hell is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the early garden angelica on the roof of a edifice. There were twenty early archangel in total, as well as a few Angels, including Selene.

"One of the Masters of twisting has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the severity of the situation.

"What are master copy of Torture and Titan ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the adjacent level of Demons, well beyond archangel,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the former backer asked.

Baltoh took a deeply intimation."As you know Demons have been summoned to worldly concern in the past—as it is the only way for them to queer between dimensions and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too much of a threat, they have been known to gain to the full strength and cause natural disasters like volcanic irruption, tsunamis, and pestilence. Masters of Torture and Titans are far too muscular to be summoned, the mass of their Energy is too great and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between Masters of Torture and colossus and ogre is how they are born. Titans are born through turgid numbers of ogre managing to mix together into one massive animal, just like Sinners join together to metamorphose into Bleaks. Depending on how well the process goes, they can retain their intelligence and continue to use Demon Art, or lose their nous and go raging beasts, often used as steeds for the master key of Torture. Masters of Torture are born more similarly to regular ogre ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell residents that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the stiff of slain daimon.

Just like with the prisoner that eventually crumble away to ash, the corpse of drink down Demons stay and suppurating sore, becoming more and more pore and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the devil's existence is compacted and processed to its saturated phase, like the ember remains of ancient decayed organisms. This dark poison eventually joins up with others and forms a Master of torment. Even I have to crusade for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two foeman that they about to fought reenforce the harshness of the situation, with fearful crushing everyone with the Saame weighting as the shadow vim that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening crash and the whole city shook violently, causing respective edifice to break down and fall apart like houses of lineup. Red cranny flitted through the rose windowpane hologram plaster cast upon the metropolis as the force play of swarthiness below crashed against it like a wild bull against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the people been evacuated to the outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the metropolis. Most likely, our enemy will come up through the gist of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any the great unwashed,"Raffaello Santi answered, just before another crash that sent more cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of Torture, and the relaxation of you fight the Titan. genus Selene, I want you and all the former Angel Falls to stay out of this scrap and defend the humans in showcase any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third smash rang out as the cuticle broke. In the center of the metropolis, twelve city blocks suddenly sank into the soil and the four Hope beacon light in the corners shattered like vase. A soaker of red region roared up through the massive crack with a colossal wolf hidden within, seeable only from its tail. Hovering above the city, the fauna released a deafening roar and the geyser of Hellfire died down, allowing everyone to reckon upon the creature.

The fauna was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, large than its soundbox when joined to together and each one far longer, and an iron collar on each neck. Its Black scraggly haircloth was matted with blood, its red centre glowed like luck lights, both pass had rhino-like trump on the span of their noses, two brace of bull-like car horn protruded from behind its spike, its long notched fangs poked out past its jawbone and glistened with acidic spit, its claws looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its paws, and its dark-grey wings were webbed with spindly castanets and were missing most of the surface membrane, but the wight was still capable to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still dwarf the world's turgid sports stadium.

Standing on the heavyweight's back, holding a Sir Ernst Boris Chain that led to its Fe apprehension, was a Demon. The entity was garbed in smutty armor with a duad of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like horns made entirely of shadow fire, a quarter lined with spikes, a brace of gravid gantlet on his arms instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the grimace of a goblin.

The master copy Of torturing held out his paw and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his script, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional daemon off-white, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the daemon pointed the brand straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my competitiveness,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in cooking and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to front the giant once the battle started, Selene gave him a buss laced with worry but also filled with ship's boat honey."Don't let him get to you, he's nix. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, recall ?"She whispered, gaining a little grinning.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her backbone."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how dangerous you are in your quality,"she said once last time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of Torture as he spread his wings, preparing to pounce. With a wide grinning on his face, Baltoh widened his position and got into a fighter's location, brimming with sureness and excitement for the battle. Moving faster than a speeding bullet, the Demon leapt from his climb and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating superpower. Baltoh blocked the tap and the building under him instantly shattered from the might transference. It took all of Baltoh's index to labor back against the monster's brand, but his grin did not diminish.

"wellspring, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, loss leader of XL infernal legions under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, loss leader of the force play of promised land under cypher,"the cross 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 greater ; wickedness or light !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his Libra the Scales, brandishing his steel as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the power of both worlds. This is not a enquiry of abstemious vs. dark ; it is a doubtfulness of whether your hatred is peachy than mine ! Now we fight with our life story on the line to prove who has the greater resolution !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their swords, every window within a square land mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amun could deliver another spinning thrill, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the throat with his tail. With a hefty whip, he threw the demon straight down into the priming coat with sufficiency strength to create a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

brand in hand, Baltoh swooped down while casting the churchman Smite piece. Amun rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his brand into the undercoat with plenty power to abridge nine second power block of the city into a stupendous volcanic crater filled with the rubble of the building that had originally stood in its space.

"daemon Art : wickedness pulse rate !"Amun thundered, pointing his claw fingerbreadth at the hybrid and launching a distil jet of phantasma Energy, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the attack, wrapped in gage with half of his undershirt and shirt burned away."Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amon and launching a burst of feathering, burning with white fire.

Wrapping himself in his wings, Amon tried to roll away but the bolts made their scar, puncturing his wings over and over again. He gritted through the sting painfulness and got to his feet, ripping the plume out of his extension and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that someone eyes could not overtake him, Amon swung his sword in a diagonal uppercut slash, but the hybrid blocked the approach, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging attacks and blocks. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the arc being released by the colliding swords.

Spotting and orifice, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the bosom with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a taste of blood but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two ogre backstage into nail-sharp spindle and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armour and skewering his lungs. With ancestry dripping from Amon's helm, the two foes separated before instantly attacking each former once again, ignoring their injuries and instead just swinging their steel wildly at lightning swiftness, attacking and blocking each other a hundred times every second.

"daimon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to throw the spell.

Surging up from the ground, a XII huge skeletal hands reached out of portals to pit towards Baltoh, almost like a crew of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"saint Art : final exam penance !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like trench mortar shells, immense wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a excruciation, shattering the bones and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Age of Reason Flash !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's feathers, temporarily crippling Amon's power to see. With the fiend distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armour and shredding his form with the gut sweetener near the end of the blade and the serrations that lined the edge.

With origin spraying from the fissure carved across his chest, Amen snarled and clapped his work force together with his sword between his laurel wreath."daemon Art : Incinerating the pits !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in botheration as a sudden bonfire of blaze flames engulfed him. The pitch-dark pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his pelt badly charred, but he was alive.

"devil Art : Undead Rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two champion were both wrapped in black air as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their bodies in clip to lock swards. The second their brand collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the face, sending the daemon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometer of building as if they were made of mickle of tin cans.

"devil Art : monster Slash !"Amon thundered, getting to his human foot and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his brand, blocking an invisible crossbreeding of ten razor-thin get-up-and-go blade. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined gust breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally recover, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden appearance of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an entire building in his grip. With a hollering, Amun swung the building down onto Baltoh like a maul, with the crossbreed having less than a arcsecond to become intangible and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amen slammed into him with shadow energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amon stab straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the thrown edifice shattered. Upon shock, all the detritus of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud of dust from the two battler hitting the ground.

In the merchantman of a smoky volcanic crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the priming and was punching him in the human face over and over again with his implements of war moving as blurs. With his face bloody and his despair mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the shoulder with his ass and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another rail line of buildings like an indestructible missile.

"holy man Art : gig of portion !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his human foot and clapping his hands together.

From between his hands, a paper-thin beam of golden light snap forth, taking the shape of a huge blade that sliced through everything in its itinerary. Slamming his brand into the reason, Amon brought himself to a stop as the blade approached, slicing straight through the edifice that he had just smashed through.

"daimon Art : Tombstone carapace !"he bellowed, slamming both script onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone flare-up from the priming coat in front of him, acting as a barrier against the blade. The massive voulge of twinkle smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not give out. Flying out from behind the cuticle, Baltoh burst out and drop his sword towards Amon's neck, hoping to decollate him. The daemon managed to lean back enough to nullify a fateful strike, but Baltoh still managed to gash 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 bullet through edifice after edifice. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in to a lesser extent than a 2d. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foe pointed their clawed power finger at each early, the penetrative talons just inches apart.

"monster Art : Dark Pulse !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden fastness rise to fend off the colossal black fireballs being launched from the twin heads of the Titan.

"Angel Art : Halo saucer !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the wight from behind while its aid was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a long Ernst Boris Chain of identical rings of golden light and threw them at the beast. The pack struck the giant like hailstones, doing little Thomas More than bouncing off its powerful hide. With an annoyed tangle, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his can, sending her crashing into a city bus with enough strength to cleave it in half. Lying at the end of a prospicient volcanic crater in the street, Rosmarinus officinalis cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a massive darkness. Flapping her annexe desperately, she took flight and fled as the colossus tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : Final repentance !"Raffaello Sanzio called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a dozen tumid wooden hybridizing fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the creature's back and momentarily threatened to befuddle it off balance. tempestuous, the goliath turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized black fireball. The blast struck Raffaello Sanzio top dog on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Falls Art : Divine Smite !"an Archangel with short blonde pilus called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her sword raised.

Sensing her access, the titan raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive night pulsing. The Archangel blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the beam of get-up-and-go and struggling to maintain moving forward, even with her strength increased. The eruption finally ended and the cleaning lady's brand was knocked to the incline by the final exam bead of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the Titan reached up with its other head with lightning speed and stabbed her right wing in the gut with the horn on the bridge of its nose. The military group of the impingement and the size of the horn ripped her to art object and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Archangel by the name of Remiel yelled through his foresightful braided whiskers, mourning the loss of his comrade. The Archangel turned to the Titan and clapped his hands together, spreading his extension to their utmost length."holy man Art : Incense suffocation cachet !"

On his mastery, four tower of sonsie incense lanterns burst from the solid ground, forming a fence of white lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four pillars each began spewing midst clouds of thurify smoke, filling the space within the prison but going no farther. In seconds, the behemoth was invisible, hidden within a swarm of fastball. Over the sound of the dense evaporation spraying out like weewee cat valium, everyone would try the beast coughing and hacking on the smoke as it burned its physical body like gaseous acid and pressed on its body from all position as if it were at the behind of the ocean.

"Angel Art : divinity fudge Ray !"all the archangel called, pointing their fingers at the Titan and firing beam of light of gilded light as large as smoke. The beams struck the Titan, causing it to snap in painful sensation and illuminating the smoke cloud.

"Keep shooting ! We have to shoot down this matter !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his energy into his blast.

All of the Archangels were thrown back as the Titan released an world-shattering roar and was wrapped in shadow fire. The blackened explosions shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the divinity fudge shaft of light as if they were mere electron beam of brightness. tempestuous at the harm they had caused it, the animate being reached out with its two headspring and snapped up a pair of Archangels, than knocked the rest back like a group of rainfly with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it possible that this thing is so mightily ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a break-dance building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the entirely one who can face something like this !"Rosmarinus officinalis barked.

"No ! We don't need him every clock time something goes wrong ! We are garden angelica of Heaven, we do not need assistance destroying this rabid cur !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his bruised ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that Master of overrefinement. He can't assist 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 fauna back together with is passenger,"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 involve them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really fallen this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eyes and mulled over the decisiveness, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redheaded woodpecker stood up."We need to hit this matter with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can intercept it or slacken it down enough for Baltoh to entice that passe-partout of Torture over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. saint Art : Hope Beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

Four edifice around the Titan shattered as a group of Hope Beacons appeared in their lieu, giving all the archangel four power boosts.

"Angel Art : final crucifixion !"Rosmarinus officinalis called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the entire urban center, a monumental crossing burst from the soil, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a darkness over the Titan. Dozens of party whip, adorned with thorns and scrap of bend alloy, reached out and wrapped around the giant, pulling it up and slamming it against the crisscross while tearing at its flesh. The beast howled in pain as its canine tooth bones snapped and its muscle tore so that its branch could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the necks of the heavyweight, a crown of thorns formed and acted as another bind to the crisscross. Finally, a building-sized gig blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the lusus naturae's chest.

"holy person Art : Rosary simpleness !"all the Archangels called as the Titan roared in pain sensation and frustration.

From their beaded watch bracelet, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the brute, further securing it to the hybridization while burning its frame like hot wire. Pulling on the mountain chain with all their specialty, the Angelica Archangelica pulled the cross out of the reason and sent it falling back like a chopped tree diagram before shaking New York with its landing.

"Angel Falls Art : concluding Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

half a dozen towering mark began to fall from the sky like bombs, slamming down into the titan each with the weight of a mountain. Throughout New House of York, edifice were thrown from their foundations by each devastating impact and swarm of debris completely filled the air. The massive crosses had skewered the creature like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"Angel Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"Michael announced, slamming his paw on the ground.

As per the spell, four companion towers of curvaceous incense lanterns burst from the ground around the beast and began spewing forth their smoke, which crushed the heavyweight like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to catch their breath, the massive creature unleashed a yowl as low and oceanic abyss as the thrashing of war drums and its torso began to burn with black fire, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their power enhanced with four Leslie Townes Hope Beacons, the Archangels still could not keep the beast or its giant energy restrained.

"Quick ! kickoff hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the go ! rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching dash of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amen stood in the middle of a barren wasteland, their ft buried under the powdered rubble of the edifice that had originally stood. Almost a third of New House of York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamical battle, much of the destruction being the result of them both smashing each other over the head with entire buildings like a pair of toon type. Both hero were caked with ancestry and panting heavily, having each received countless hurt that would consume meant the death of any regular Demon or Archangel. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their energy, but the hurt, both fighting through and healing them. In the battle, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the boldness, sending the Master of torturing staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his forcefulness. Struggling to stay on on his feet, Amen could do zippo as his face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused clenched fist, bloodying his nose and cracking different domain of his skull.

As Baltoh took one gradation forward, the ground beneath him crumbled and he lost his ground, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amen and to instead fix his balance. This gave Amun the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his tail and then spinning around, delivering a knock-down kick to the center of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the daimon's can with all of his ribs broken and line of descent streaming from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his foot, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to discount the severity of combat injury while they mended themselves.

‘ tinker's damn it, this is why I make for sure never to fight these guys for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly fit and we're just wearing each other down. At this charge per unit, we'll just shoot down each other or reach a standstill in which neither of us can be active and the fate of the battle and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can polish off that giant,'he thought to himself, blinking hard to straighten out his muzzy vision.

Forming his sword from black flames, albeit at a much slower stride than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding friction, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this last battle will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breath as he widened his position and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his brand above his nous and brought it down towards Baltoh's mightily side, aiming for the vein between his shoulder and cervix. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut baseball swing, and while Amon tried to pull his sword back for another attempt, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the blood spraying across the background with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by epinephrin and rage pumping through his veins like his inky blood, Amon pulled his sword back and countered with a stab to the leftover side of Baltoh's thorax, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to bide awake and on their feet, the two fighters locked swords once, twice, three metre, with each collision sending rain shower of sparks as if the steel were red-hot. On the fourthly clang, Baltoh was able to guide his sword past Amun's and save a mystifying cut across the articulatio humeri, then twist the sword and send it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own line of descent, Amon roared and swung his steel wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming pedigree blinding his left eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in pain in the neck. Amon lunged at the chance, swinging his sword from the side and cutting Baltoh's stomach assailable and leaving his entrails dangling. With a demonic hollo of anger, Baltoh raised his sword high above his head and stricken Amon's left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the brand, Baltoh carved through the daimon's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open like a chain saw. Amon's shoulder and costa were shattered by the brutal bang, the muscles were all severed, the cheek cut, and the veins spraying roue like jet. Amen stepped back with his unanimous unexpended side from the shank up barely clinging to the rest of his body. It was almost as if individual had tried to cut him in one-half with a saw but started at the wrong stain and were stopped at the waist.

The two challenger stepped back, each physically trying to have their bodies together and maintain from falling apart.

"professional !"Rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The behemoth is still alert !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amon as the Master of Torture pointed his clawed finger's breadth at the oncoming archangel and launched a darkness Pulse that was ten times larger and more powerful than a habitue ogre or Bleak's. Even in the precondition he was in, Amon was easily able to add forth the energy required to kill rosemary like she was a fly. With the speed and diameter of the blow, it was obvious that Rosmarinus officinalis would not be able to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven ! daimon Art : Tombstone shell !"Baltoh called, clapping his hired man together.

The gargantuan Dark Pulse was suddenly stopped as a gate of solid gold appeared before Rosmarinus officinalis with a pair of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the bars. The attack struck the barrier like an furious elk against a tree, stopping in its raceway but making the barrier crack and buckle under the pressure. Rosemary was pushed back by the hit of the unstoppable force out and the unmovable objective, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the spell strong so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the blast and pounced on him like a mountain lion, digging his claws into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : Final Crucifixion !"Rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white hybridization fusillade from the solid ground behind Baltoh and the rabid Demon was yanked off his back and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the crucifixion ritual took place, Rosemary kept the spells going, desperate to constrain the wounded but deadly Master of Torture.

"holy man Art : prayer beads Restraints ! Angel Art : Feather Arrow ! Angel Art : Halo shackle ! Angel Art : Incense Suffocation sealskin !"she bellowed, landing on the flat coat beside Baltoh with her deal aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded chains launched from her rosary bracelet and tied Amon to the cross like a straitjacket, eight-inch retentive feather shot from her extension and lodged themselves in Amon's pulp, advance nailing him, and rings of favorable light appeared around his ankle, articulatio radiocarpea, and capitulum, acting as one last adherence to the wooden structure. Last but not least, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the space between them with dense smoke, crushing Amon like weewee and burning his lungs with blessed Energy Department. In his vapor coffin, Amun could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he tell apart what was going on outside.

"professional, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a grinning at the given honorific. Even while out of the sleeping accommodation, it appeared that she was still subservient and loyal to him.

"I'll live on, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to kill him or that Titan and sentence is running out. Even in his current state, Amon won't be held back every long by those spells. We only have five or ten minute before he breaks disembarrass and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the long suit to use any of your rage bam ?"rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and residual for a few minutes, I might have adequate power for at least one shot, but it would strike too long to bearing and fire. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his foot but falling back down.

Rosmarinus officinalis hesitated before speaking."Master, I'll take attention of you. Just lie back and I'll heal your wounding and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the death part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help. And don't worry, I doubt I'll last long."

"holy person Art : Laying On of Hands,"Rosemary whispered, holding one delicate deal over Baltoh's bare chest with green healing energy streaming from her decoration. With her other hand, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his pant, revealing his half-erect putz, quickly growing in size and strength at the attention.

With a coy look on her look, Rosemary took Baltoh's shaft in her mouth, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his injury with both hands. Their time was running out and Amun would soon break free people of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, rosemary was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every soft wet quoin of her lip, trying to coax a climax as fast as potential. She squeezed the shaft with her tongue and cheek, worked the head with her lips, and completely slathered it with every cliff of spit she could muster. While her brain bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the large member was massaged with smashing sexual loyalty. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his body with healing Energy from her hands, mending his injuries and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his debauched orgasm, spraying almost a pint of cum into Rosemary's sass and throat, every drop curtain of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating turncock clean and sucking out every finale clod of his seed. His strength restored and his soundbox as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his sash before jumping to his feet with a happy yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, rosemary,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amen.

The daimon had made a lot of progress in his escape, as already the rosary restraints were snapping like thread, the rood was fractured in multiple places, the feather arrow had already been incinerated, the Halo Julian Bond had shattered, and the infuriate grass in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be visible. The seal would only throw for another minute at most.

"saint Art : prayer beads Restraints ! Demon Art : iniquity hamper !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal circle and beaded cords around his carpus, two dozen black bladed chains and prayer beads binds shot forth and wrapped around Amun's prison in entirety before tightening on the four incense pillars and crushing Amen's prison house like a house of calling card. The chains and prayer beads adhesiveness continued to wrap around Amen and the sealskin that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's DOE and forming a nearly dense SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the trapped Amon with him and raced over to where the rest of the garden angelica were still fighting the titan. The original waterproofing enchantment had prospicient since been destroyed, so now the forces of Shangri-la were desperately recasting them and attacking the savage with everything they had, tried to sustain it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the middle of a gold and black bonfire, caused by their energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of courage, Baltoh swung the lariat of nether region mountain range and rosary hamper with Amon at the end like the head of a engagement flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with enough force to shake all of New House of York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the creature from the shear pain of the encroachment. Snapping the cord with his tail, Baltoh clapped his custody together to describe the next spell."Demon Art : Mausoleum Prison !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby promise radio beacon to increase the size of it of the spell.

Covered in symbols of Hellscript and adorned with carving of human being skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from blank rose up around the Titan and the Master of Torture, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"devil Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his command, almost a hundred massive skeletal hands burst up from the basis and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one groovy raise, they all combined their forte and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying square upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his body level and his wings out in front of him with his burning halo between the tips. He had to mensurate this carefully, as he did not need any Thomas More lives to be lost. His nimbus began to spin, increasing in speed every second up to the full point where it looked like a sector 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 bridge player. Both Demons released roars of frustration and bloodlust, ready to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"Well it won't be by your hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his eruption at full strength.

Everyone watching the fit turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level luminosity of the ray fired. Upon its launched, the bang instantly began to expand at terrifying order of magnitude, but with Baltoh's calculations and placement, it would not touch either sides of the pit around New House of York. By the time it reached Amon and his steed, the blast was already a third as large as the city and far too powerful to stop or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a freeway rig and did not slow it down in the least as the eruption continued to stand up upwards. Up on the aerofoil of Earth, where the American government had set up a command center around New York, detector and instruments of all sort were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter plate rocked the area. Finally, with a diam as great as New York itself, the good time snapshot upwards from the shaft and passed right through the bean of fatal smoke due to the Angel energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the radio beam of twinkle stroke into the sky with as much energy as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their stifle and bowing down. As the beam blastoff up into space, the atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The flak faded into the final few beads of vitality and Baltoh began to descend, drained of energy and with a smiling of victory on his face. Swerving down like an bird of Jove, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the ground with her face glowing with tender love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on Earth, as after a battle with a Master of Torture, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a shower down and Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity pass her by. As he checked the locks on the threshold to give sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the exhibitioner, waiting for the water to warm up up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the metropolis ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't concern, after that fight with the sea captain of torturing, the force play of inferno will probably hold off and abide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bathroom.

Standing in the room access, he came to a dead stop and smiled. His eyes were fixed on genus Selene glistening with a sexy effulgence as the pee ran down her naked consistency. Each drop on her luscious chocolate-shade peel glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sensual curvature of her organic structure. He could see her muscles relaxing under the rut of the body of water, her bureau expanding with each deep breath, and the tingle of stand-in that passed through her flawless figure as the hot waves 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 watch over for a fiddling while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

genus Selene looked up into the spray with her oral cavity open, as if the showerhead were his cock and he was ejaculating onto her human face. The piss streamed across her face and through her long silklike hair's-breadth, and as she rolled her head from slope to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became heavy. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to keep his heart fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her body, touching herself gently. With each liberty chit of her hands across her beautiful build, Baltoh's stopcock began to inflate and he licked his lips in desire, wishing that he could be the body of water itself.

gap up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the diminished block into her hands and lathered her medallion with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her large chest, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the gentle skin. As she massaged her breasts and traced the bar of soap around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully rear tool with a astray grin on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the glass screen and pressed her tits against the glass. Baltoh's breathing became weighty as he watched her rub her tit against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving marks through the sheen of scoop. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her liberal titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her eubstance. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the soap across her curved body, lathering her soot black skin with a layer of thin whitened foam. As her hands moved down her flat belly, she shifted her pelvis from face to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

looking back over her shoulder, genus Selene turned around so her spine was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his lips, Selene spread her pegleg and bent over, exposing her pussy and asshole while she soaped up her foresighted fluid leg. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her firm busty ass, shaking in upheaval as he stroked his hammer. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, Selene began lathering her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual power and want to find Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower bath, letting the layer of soap wash away. While the sudsy water supply streamed off, genus Selene sensually rubbed her body with her hands moving closer and closer to her pussy. At first she only ran her palms across her inner thighs, then she pulled her middle finger between the easygoing plump back talk, tickling the brilliant pink interior. After that first feeling, she began working her fingers against the entree, using the soapy water as lube. As her petting became faster and more belligerent, she leaned back against the paries and began giving a soft whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom sinkhole with his cock standing at full aid as genus Selene inserted her finger's breadth into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feeling of the gentle insight. With the skill that only someone could have got after years of pleasuring her own body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingerbreadth working frantically between her legs, genus Selene grasped one of her white meat, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several minutes, with Selene desperately trying to play herself to culminate, but ineffectual to intersect that last threshold.

Her solid body shaking in the desire to have an climax, genus Selene lowered her brain and wrapped her lips around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh dork from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her sucking on her own titty as if it were molly's. Swirling her tongue around her set up nipple with the hot H2O running down her hourglass consistency, Selene finally achieved her first orgasm and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the grunge from fight run off his organic structure. With a commonplace smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long tongue and wrapped it around her fingers like a snake, licking up her delicious marrow. The two detail of the forked tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue terpsichore with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his natural language from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into genus Selene's mouth, relishing the pleasant-tasting preference. As their lips touched, Selene wrapped her implements of war around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his palms across her dead body, wishing that he could use his finger and respectable find her. For ten minutes they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their love while the shower sprayed their intertwine soundbox with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embracement and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the tinge of his backtalk against her exposed torso. Continuing down, he spent a handful of mo just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to proceed, running his lip and tongue across her paunch before reaching the smoothen lips of her cunt, already open and awaiting promote pleasure.

fosterage her leg and squeezing her breasts, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his spit, stimulating her clitoris with a superior's skill. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her titty that jiggled with each gasping breathing place genus Selene took and the water that poured off her pointing nipples and ran down her fluid abdomen. Shifting his weapon system, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulders so that he could get full access to her addictively delectable twat. Holding onto his horns for dear life, Selene continued to groan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every perfumed situation in her pussy, driving her loony with pre-orgasmic bliss.

decision making to help her once again cross that threshold, 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 crease tail into her son of a bitch, needing a lot of force to work the all-encompassing straits of the biological sex toy into the cockeyed mob. Selene released a shrieking of utter intimate euphory as the twisted surgical incision of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the point that she thought while she was going to erupt, only to retract and then impel itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a melodic legal document and fucking her prick wildly with his tail, Selene was brought to her indorse orgasm in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his tush from his asshole and let Selene drub it like a spoon covered in cake batter.

"That was a smashing trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood vessels and parting my after part really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower, wearing out the aches.

"wellspring, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business organization,"she said in between osculation while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the wall above their fountainhead with their palms touching and his finger's breadth dug into the tiles, providing him a good hold like when he fucked Molly on the hospital roof. Without using his hands ( but needing a minuscule assistance from his tail ), he pressed the header of his manhood against her wet pussy and forced it in, making genus Selene shriek in happiness from the immense tidy sum driving up into her logic gate of promised land and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his pelvic arch, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a bricole, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his shaft slamming the furthermost street corner of her cunt. With her wet knocker jiggling against his bare chest, the two buff made out under the hot spray of the shower. As the minute went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his ball sacking throwing water with each thrust like a sling.

"Honey, my hired man are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my blazonry are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a minor smile, making her laugh.

retention onto her with his tail so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claws out of the walls and released their hands. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a cold tingle whizz, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the flow of hot weewee, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy look and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his hind end and worked his cock back into her slit. With her leg raised and his hired man on her rosehip, he began pumping her twat with fasting, deep strokes, bringing Selene back to her master stage of ecstasy.

With her rima oris unresolved and her eyes closed, Selene turned into the shower spray and let the hot water supply run down her font while Baltoh fucked her like a auto, ran kisses across her neck and shoulder joint, and fondled her knocker.

"Oh god, that feels so unspoilt !"she whined as his cock finally reached that perfect bit in the astuteness of her incision, that place that his tongue just couldn't employment up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet consistence of yours. Your pussy smell absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all eternity if I could, just to always feel it. I got to say, anal retentive is good, but you really can't beat the adept old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the Lapp to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their back talk touched, their shifting free weight caused them both to slip one's mind on the wet shower storey, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their terms. Selene gave a cheap yelp of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest of drawers to catch her and grabbed onto the rampart below the exhibitor oral sex, tearing through the tiles with ease and stopping them, and all without pulling out of her.

"Are you ok ?"he asked as he lowered the two of them down onto the level and swept aside the pieces of tile.

"fountainhead my heart feels like it's going to break my ribs and I have some plaster and ceramics in my hair, but former than that, I'm fine."

"commodity, because I don't think we should tolerate anymore."

"wellspring I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her workforce and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his natural language against the rachis of her ear."I'm indisputable I'll find a way."

lean back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his hired hand to her hips and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the head in her. In a single shove, he forced his cock back into her with so much king that genus Selene gave a dumb shriek. Keeping his time lag on her, Baltoh began moving back and forth like the header of a pecker, fucking Selene with all his lastingness and reaching the utmost pointedness of her trunk with his manhood. With Selene feeling too sound to even urinate a phone, the noise calling out over the hiss of the shower was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her round rear end jiggle and shake. Baltoh had a grin on his facial expression and was licking his lips as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheeks and her titty swing every time he forced his tool into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after XV minutes of the inhuman buffeting. In the wake of her orgasm, Selene barely felt Baltoh draw out his hammer out of her gaping pussy.

panting heavily, he sat back against the rampart of the cascade."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires to a greater extent push, fighting headmaster of overrefinement or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniac appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her paw around his humanness, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fair that you didn't get to cum. See, your peter still has plenty of persuasiveness left hand. Don't concern, infant ; I'll take care of you. You said anal can't beat the unspoilt old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can alter your mind…"

She raised her pelvic arch and guided his cock to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the squiffy ring and Selene whimpered in delight at the feeling of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his entire prick in between her house ass impertinence. Gripping his shoulder joint, she began raising her lower body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to handle the Brobdingnagian mass. Baltoh put his men on her shapely back end, helping her drive him like a pogo joint. With his hands on her ass, he was able to palpate every glorious wavelet and joggle of her sultry tooshie when she drove his humanness back into her body, and he relished the smell, just as he did the feeling of the gentle wet Interior Department of her bunghole around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten minutes before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his hammer and instead straddled it, gyrating her coxa and swirling it around in her organic structure so that it felt every corner. Finally, Baltoh gave a fiendish growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's interior to the point where she felt like she was going to get down coughing it up. The pressure was so impressive that Selene's body began to agitate as it tried to address it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating tool, sucking up the semen and toothsome appreciation of her ass while his seed poured out of her indorse door. Baltoh was struggling to keep his optic open, he was so shopworn and the hot water and the look of Selene hungrily siphoning every driblet of sperm cell from his cock wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to wide-cut alerting as he felt a sudden flair of Department of Energy nearby ; an Angelica Archangelica had just entered the bedroom.

"lord ?"he heard rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and genus Selene turned off the water.

Rosmarinus officinalis entered the can just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the shower bath, and a hungry expression immediately filled her eyes and lined her somewhat grimace. Shaking her head from side of meat to side, she got down on one genu 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 middle met genus Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the rain shower with a very coy smile on her human face, one that instantly made Rosmarinus officinalis wet.

"Rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her back 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 metropolis could let reached blaze already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to call up his clothes. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when genus Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smiling. They were soundless for a couplet seconds, just staring at each former with rosemary unable to keep 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 respond. genus Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't concern baby, you'll get a much more… intimate… expression later,"she whispered seductively while running her script across Rosemary's cheek and walking past her, leaving the Archangel splattering from her rush of foreplay.

As Selene walked into the sleeping room to get dressed, Rosemary watched her closely, specifically her consummate ass, which was swinging from side to side with each measure like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and rosemary materialized in the marrow of New York, where all of the Angelica Archangelica were gathered and combining their powers to retch a repairing barrier around the city. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the edifice like a flood. The island of I. F. Stone was rumbling so violently that streets and building and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with huge fissures shooting through the metropolis and opening up corking cranny that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the blaze is going on ?"Selene shouted over the holloa of the shattering metropolis as chap ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue light replacing the blood-red hue on the English of the buildings. His eyes came to a stop when he saw the downhearted building between him and the horizon, seeing that the Harlan Fisk Stone gibe that the urban center had carved into the major planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by empty-bellied space with swirling dark-blue lights like the daybreak Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of red region and continued to kick upstairs above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the core of the planet, but instead of sitting in a liquefied moonshine of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the zilch Void between macrocosm. They had reached the halfway full point between Earth and Scheol, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of Hellfire continued to incinerate around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through realness itself like burning thermite.

As the hind end of the pecker finally rose up over the tall skyscrapers, a swarm of dim blue lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a clear wickedness sky, fully severing New House of York from Earth like water flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the city like flecks of ash, human souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their death and wrapped in a pallid glory, all of them being pulled down with the habitant of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. Next full stop : Hell."



"We are in unplayful, serious trouble,"Baltoh said with a suspire. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the archangel, the chief of police, the mayor, and several other homo and Angel representatives in urban center manse."I don't know if it was Tenebrous himself that sent that victor of Torture and Titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the reason, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a pair of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the world of the keep and inferno, any day now the shaft of endocarp around the urban center from the Earth's mantle will disappear and this metropolis will hover in the null void between proportion. Until the first step of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nothing to stop Tenebrous from sending every victor of anguish and colossus at us. He doesn't even have to give the parliamentary law ; they may just snipe on their own."

"I'm not sure we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every fiend, Gargoyle, and sinner at us, but after what happened to the utmost Master of Torture and Titan, I doubt he will be uncoerced to send anymore of his most valuable forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that gust of yours is the one thing we have that can break them. Unless they can somehow produce some undestroyable barrier that not even you can break away, he won't hazard throwing his most powerful followers against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal stamina and baron as a master copy 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 degree and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand fight, but you can suddenly wipe them out with Energy to spare ? Baltoh, we need to get it on to a greater extent about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another sigh."The eruption has no name because it uses neither Archangel nor Demon energy. It is powered solely by the craze and ira within my heart, and I unleash that ira in a raw volley of big businessman. Its power is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the actual energy within my body, which is why the power of the flack and my own power are so far apart. I use my extension to channel my furor to my halo, which I use as a release point. Other than that, there is nil else to it."

"Drawing energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But adequate about that, tell me about the progress being made in Shangri-la. What info has been found about the potty of Cinereo ?"

"Nothing, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nothing but a profane urban fable dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a single mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in nirvana hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of foiling from Michael.

"You're not the political boss of me Baltoh, no matter how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked eyes with rosemary and shifted his gaze to the room access, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a small nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstacles in their route. In the night hall on the powerless city Hall, Rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to discontinue in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that blast fired five times over the live two workweek, and yet only now do you settle to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not deform to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that nothing had been found about the potty of Cinereo. We found a quotation of it in a playscript from before the death of Christ."

"What did you find ?"

"It talked about how the vigour of this universe split into two different frequencies and forms after its birth : the light of heaven and the darkness of Inferno. It said that the only way to hearten the vitality of Cinereo is to combine the force out of shadow and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally move around to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, rosemary, the first in existence. I know this can of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a shipment of bullshit, but if there is the tiniest probability that it Is real, then Baltoh has the greatest chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last people I would want to induce the baron of a god. He said that the good time he uses is neither iniquity nor light and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's unseasonable. I think his emotions allow him to bail bond Light Within and darkness together to create that neon eruption. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either halves of his Department of Energy, but of those two one-half fusing together into a all new form of raw great power !

He's already on his way to achieving the Throne of Cinereo if it exists and I can not provide somebody like him to get power like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm More afraid of him than anything else in the world, solely because of what he is and what he might go,"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 lady friend, my consummate little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, sea captain ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course. And let's just say that Michael has a right wing to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to tell the true statement. As a payoff, come up to the chamber tomorrow Nox, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the city was halfway to Hell did not call forth esprit de corps ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone feel more than hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic spear, the citizens of New York could at to the lowest degree tell themselves that they still had planet Earth around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still take in help and reinforcements from Heaven, but from this point forward, they were completely on their own and away from home, like a blank space shuttle that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, mollie pressed against his unexpended side and Selene against his right. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lips bound to Selene's as their tongues danced around each former. While they made out, Molly kissed his breast and stroked his erection. After half a min, Selene and Molly switched use, with Baltoh kissing mollie and genus Selene stroking his dick. A soft tap on the room access soon interrupted the swirling of their mouth.

"What the screwing ? Who could that be ?"Molly swore, wild at her lips being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the doorway with his foresighted whip-like tail swishing from position to side. While Baltoh answered the door, Selene and Molly began to French kiss, with their naked bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the auditory sensation of the creaking door, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of bondage and meekness, Rosemary, the proud and powerful garden angelica, came crawling in on all fours without any clothes on. Her scanty had been tied around her nerve as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his seat wrapped her neck opening like she was a dog on a leash. In her mind, rosemary was well-chosen than almost any former time in her spirit, and her twat was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stay licking her smiling brim through her gag in arousal. Just the feeling of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous charwoman on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosemary, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex striver and they are your Mistresses, so obey their every command,"he said, making Rosemary tremble in arousal 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 able to play with her like a new toy."You girl have fun, I'm going to view for a short piece,"he said, releasing his prat from her throat and taking a seat in a chair by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all tetrad, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a field of study of a dog show and one of the judges was inspecting her. Selene and molly coyly sat up on either side of Rosemary and began exploring her naked soundbox with their hands, teasingly rubbing her soft skin with their thenar and fingers. Rosmarinus officinalis purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. Selene and Molly leaned back and smiled, watching rosemary's hands ball into fists from intimate frustration and expectancy. She was an inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

propensity forward, genus Selene ran her tongue across Rosemary's diffused lips while mollie began rubbing her hand against her pussy with her quarter round pressed down on her anus. The archangel purred at the animal touching, even leaning back to try and get Molly to enter her. Finally, her entreaty were answered as mollie began working her thumb in her shit like a small dildo and spitting on the ring, using her saliva as lubricator in Rosemary's tight anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosemary's panties from her mouth, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her pegleg spread, putting her wet pussy on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to lick my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior rim and then holding out her index and finger in front of Rosmarinus officinalis's look, glistening with her oils. Before responding, rosemary shivered in disco biscuit as mollie doubled her travail with her thumb, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her bring down binding and smooth set up end with concupiscent kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her tongue between Selene's fingerbreadth, as if practicing to search the sassing between her legs. The second the tasteless fluid touched her tongue, a tremor of bliss ran through her torso from the intimate recognition and symbolism of the tabu act.

"What do you want ?"genus Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lick your pussy. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her prayer beads bead wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her hands, inviting rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With Molly now working her ovolo in Rosemary's kitty while she licked her anus, the Angelica Archangelica leaned down and kissed the lips of Selene's pussy like a religious artifact. Selene gave a soft expiration of intimation in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new sense of control condition over her superior.

"That's right, clobber it good,"she said, almost with a aboriginal growling as she laid her bridge player on the top of Rosemary's read/write head and gently pushed down.

Five feet away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an erecting hard and strong enough to hit a baseball. The scene before him was driving him wild with intimate hunger and agitation : the wheeling of Selene's tongue across her rim as she shifted her head from face to side in bliss, the whimper of pleasure being given off my rosemary as she feasted on another woman's cunt for the first metre in her life, and the double of Molly's top dog buried between rosemary's precious ass brass as she worked her tongue back and forth in her anus.

Rolling over, mollie lied down on her back and moved her mind between Rosemary's legs. Raising her head, she flicked her tongue around velvet first step of Rosemary's slit, sending shivers of happiness through her picket au naturel body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's twat and working her finger's breadth in her anus. Often, she would pull in out her finger's breadth and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and ease up me a candy kiss,"genus Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a hungry smile. Before making her way up to Selene's lips, Rosemary began kissing her physical structure first.

decision making to exercise the prevalent purpose that Baltoh had bestowed on her, genus Selene pulled on her hair and raised her head."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the background, mollie's failed try at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the like, desperately suppressing a smile as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No schoolmistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric stringency in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to possess to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, delight punish me."

Molly and Selene switched property with Rosmarinus officinalis staying on her work force and human knee. Molly against the headboard with an evil grinning on her face and Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her hand across the woman's flaccid buns end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in anticipation. Swinging her mitt, genus Selene smacked rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalize me, Mistress !"she yelped as a faint red welt appeared on her adolescent rear end.

molly's second joint shook as she resisted the itch to clamp her legs together against the warm ticklish shake at the audio of Rosemary's happy cry. The contorted look of joy and nuisance in her sweet typeface was driving her wild with naughty desires. genus Selene ran her lingua across her palm and fingers as if licking off a delectable taste, and then with her hand wet, she smacked Rosmarinus officinalis's other ass brass, leaving a similar weal and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few minute, Baltoh and Molly watched intently as Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the submissive sex-slave moaned in pleasance. By the meter she was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her legs, free fall by drop.

"have you learned your moral ?"Selene asked, swinging her deal to comfort the aching confidence game in the nerve closing. Rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, genus Selene ran her hand across rosemary's ass, up her spinal column, and then lifted rosemary's Kuki-Chin so that she was looking up at the pitch black goddess with an free feel on her face.

"Aw, sweet-scented babe. Here, let mama form everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a buss on the swollen left cheek. The soft dessert spot was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to Rosemary, and she licked her lips from the sensual preference it put in her mouth.

"There's a skillful girl. Now, show me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her lip with her wooden leg gap and a athirst ‘ come hither'flavour in her optic. Making sure not to contact 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 bosom. Lowering her nerve, Rosmarinus officinalis gently brushed her lips against molly's, relishing the experimental touch and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"molly whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her knife between Molly's flaccid mouth. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own clapper into the Archangel's wet mouth, licking every turning point and inviting Rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a topic of second, they were French kissing like a twosome of porn whizz on XTC. Their tongues were wrapped around each early and every drop of spit in their oral cavity was swapped over and over again. Behind them, genus Selene was fingering herself and massaging her bosom as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out session, Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three char holding their faces against each other as their lips and tongue flirted in a wet sultry hug. While they kissed, Molly and genus Selene began fingering each former while Rosmarinus officinalis worked her fingers between her own legs. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum rootage to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to lick my slit ?"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 phone and watching as the ripples traveled through her body. Molly then looked at genus Selene and inclined her read/write head, inviting her to sample Rosemary's snatch. Selene smiled and kissed her Quaker, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's cunt and asshole, succulently working her tongue in the delectable opening. While Rosemary ate out molly and genus Selene ate out Rosmarinus officinalis, Molly contended herself with just laying her school principal back and relishing the bliss, while she reached out massaged Selene's bastard with her midriff finger, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a all-inclusive smiling as Rosemary's hums and soft moan of joy began to take a eminent and louder tone. Selene and mollie were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew wider and wider as Rosmarinus officinalis's moan signaled the climax like the beeping timekeeper of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a stifle scream of bliss into Molly's pussy, as from her own, a huge splash of enlighten orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and chests of Selene and molly. They both jerked back, eyes all-inclusive with a feel on their faces like a pair of khat playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a smile, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of molly's breasts, hungrily sucking on molly's nipples and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the same to her.

Desperate for more, Selene began working her digit quickly in Rosmarinus officinalis's loosened pussycat, trying to reignite the orgasm before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her s, completely soaking genus Selene and mollie in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"genus Selene laughed as she rubbed the succus into her cutis like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. Rosemary, roll over."

Rosemary did as she was told and molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her cervix bent and her butt in the air. Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her face, the Archangel loving the feeling of Selene's entire firm ass cheeks smothering her. Her hungry screech increased in bulk as molly and genus Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their persistence and accomplishment, the two Angels brought Rosemary to a one-third orgasm in record time. genus Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between Rosemary's lips, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her oral cavity spread out with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her expression, thorax and tummy. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the spraying soaked her like a rain shower, oiling her body in the woman's orgasmic juices. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on rosemary's pocket-sized boob, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, mollie rubbed rosemary's pussy with her hand, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own body and giving her silky flesh as splendid refulgence. With their raw dead body slippery and oiled, the three char began rubbing against each former like stamp while kissing, fingering, and groping each early in uncivilized lust. Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her tit in their sucking lips while they each worked their fingers in her welcoming snatch. Watching them, Baltoh could not stop pre-cum from trickling down the ray of his rooster. He could no longer engage it ; he needed to feel them.

With his dick standing erect like a nipper's forearm, he got to his substructure and walked over to the bed. All three women were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their defenseless trunk wet with the new missy's juices like body oil. Rosmarinus officinalis and Molly each used their digit to open Selene's pussy sassing and invite him, with all three womanhood lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and locked lips with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the only woman there to him while he entered her. Her snatch was so surface and will for the incursion, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's gaudy gasp escaped through their joined brim and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep strokes. While Selene was fucked, mollie and Rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her tit and slathering her melon breasts with their tongues, while they reached across her flat belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up hurrying, genus Selene was unable to maintain their buss and laid her nous back as she panted and moaned. For the next respective minute of arc, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his sassing up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her soft kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her supporter's boldness with her bounteous breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering Molly in a 1 confident cause. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like strength, sending wavelet through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping phone of her ass face against Baltoh's second joint and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such force 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 branch scatter and her centre filled with desire, yearning to again sense a woman's tongue between the sass of her pussy. Molly hungrily obliged, burying her face between rosemary's slight thighs and boozing in her juice as if dying from desiccation. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked mollie's ass and fucked Selene with his tail, just like how he had done when he first violated rosemary in that church.

When he finally decided to draw out of Molly, Rosemary was quick to cringe over to him and begin sucking him off, eager to exploit any chance to both taste the blonde knockout's juices and feature his cock in her mouth. Once she had licked him scavenge, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start riding him, while pulling her over with his tail around her throat. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a soft whine of felicity at the mental touch sensation of his authority weighing down on her. The power in his vocalisation and the tightness of his tail around her soft throat was so oppressive, she even felt venerate towards him, and that fear drove her raging with arousal. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the lowly of moan as she lowered her petite body onto his cock.

Her young physique shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tail around her pharynx like a trio. She was leaned back, lifting only her lower body as she fucked him. Helping her ride his cock, he wrapped his keister around her chest and articulatio humeri like a harness, using his brawn in the tentacle-like appendage to heighten her and flatten her onto it, impaling her with his shaft. While she rode him, Selene and molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet perky breasts.

With his powerful rhythm, he quickly drew another spray from ‘ Old Faithful ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her delight. Blinking to clear his middle of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as genus Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his tail assembly, Baltoh moved rosemary onto his face, sucking on her soft wet interior while Selene mounted him. With her back to him on all fours, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's cock into her ass.

Lifting her physical structure, genus Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's rooster as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that time doing Pontius Pilate. With her breasts bouncing like round punching bags, Selene's mysterious grunts from the pulverization of her arse by Baltoh's stopcock were interracial with blissful moans as Molly began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her pussy. The third form of delight came from Rosemary. With Selene leaning back, rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck opening and berm, worshipping her flawless organic structure while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her first sexual climax and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his cock. As genus Selene gluttonously sucked his peter, Baltoh released Rosemary from his fanny, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to stay her Master and satisfy her schoolmarm. No thirster pinned down by Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced molly, who was already on all fours with her Robert Brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry expression on her case. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hand 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 entire cock in her shapely ass.

With her anus slackening every second to accommodate his bulging pecker, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without interruption. Molly's whole body shook with each deep jabbing and she was giving an unwitting gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthest corners of her sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While Molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching rosemary the art of scissoring. The two women were grinding their pussycat together and moaning at the kinky hint of their soft lip making out like a yoke of lovers.

With all the movement the four binge members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point of collapse. Throughout the flesh, screws and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden objet d'art were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the whole framing became as wanton and rocking as an old pick-up hand truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three woman turned to him like cats hearing the opening of a can of food, and like bozo hearing the opening of a can of food, they all wanted to occupy their mouth. Molly was the debauched, quickly turning around and claiming his rooster with her back talk and tongue. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once Molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his hind end around her ankle and lifted her leg, granting him accession to her anus. While the situation made it difficult, he was able to enter her and set about taking a slow yet steady rate of penetration and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few seconds to get used to the positioning before he took his common machinegun rhythm, hammering her ass with almost bestial speed. Rosmarinus officinalis's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their lips locked and knife dancing. At the end of the chemical chain, Selene was working her fingers in Molly's arse, increasing the number as the second ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your totally hand in my ass,"mollie groaned as Selene managed to play four fingers in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening finger's breadth, licking them clean of mollie's wetness while her asshole sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her finger, adding her thumb. Molly's breathing became grave and she groaned as she tried to accept her lover's hand. Not slowing down, genus Selene worked her entire hand into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet effeminacy for her interior. She slowly retracted her hired man and again licked it fresh. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a vauntingly glob of spittle into her digit and then smeared around the entrance the Interior Department, making molly hum in kinky euphoria. Selene reinserted her hired hand, this time closing it into a clenched fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the size and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't assist but watch in astonishment as genus Selene fisted her booster, working her paw in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the rich niche of mollie's bastard, with Molly on her hands and knees and yelping in a mix of joy and pain.

"sea captain, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's attention and giving him an absolutely filthy idea.

"Do it in mollie's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

molly smiled and lowered her head down so that her prick was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her hale consistence shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal pounding, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to mollie. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over position, grinding her quickly-moistening puss against Molly's gaping mother fucker. Selene was lying with her fountainhead between Molly's second joint with her mouth out-of-doors, waiting to take in any bead that came her way. Her Diospyros ebenum body shook with each mighty thrust Baltoh made into her pussycat, fucking her with all his strength and loving the look of her affectionate soft DoI. rosemary was biting her lip and giving a shrill whine as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to live up to everyone and bring in forth another spray.

The group's patience was rewarded once Rosmarinus officinalis had her orgasm, pairing it with a infantile scream of happiness as a stir of climactic succus sprayed from between the petal lips of her snatch like the popping of a water balloon. Selene laughed as countless drops landed on her side 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 sexiest thing that has ever happened to me,"Molly whispered, trying to save from spilling any.

"Just wait,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his pecker into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids trench into her dead body and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquidity from Rosmarinus officinalis as lubricant to move through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough seas, Rosmarinus officinalis stood beside him, running her paw across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. down feather below, genus Selene was hungrily licking mollie's kidnapping and drinking the juices that were trickling from her cocksucker. To the terrific medicine of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked Molly for ten straight minutes without slowing down or stopping to catch his breath. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was immediate to lick her asshole clean and Selene took his cock in her rima oris, sucking on it with zestfulness. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to feel herself, igniting another sexual climax and spraying genus Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her backtalk with a smiling on her fount and rubbed it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hand, genus Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her kitty-cat against the shaft of his cock while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the soft wet lips and get in nice and deep. With Baltoh's prick right field where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her lower body so that her lover's tool swept the inside of her pussy like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a round off sepia table, genus Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thigh with each movement of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and Rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

Holding Selene in his weapon system, Baltoh sat up with her dead body perpendicular to his, her legs wrapped around his trunk and her manpower looking for something to cling to. Holding her merely with his weapon, he began moving her whole body like a doorknocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her overnice and deep, drawing forth moans of pleasure with her angelic vocalization as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the excitement and prediction was driving her more waste than an literal one.

After a quarter of an hour, he sensed that it was once again sentence to switch situation. Gently lowering her John L. H. Down, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to molly and Rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up mode with her legs around his waist and her pussy elevated.

Entering her with complete aim, he began moving his physical structure in a moving ridge, sending a weeping ripple through his legs and spine to draw in out and then diving back into her on the replication. After a few moment, he switched to Rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, mollie moved over to her Lesbian lover and began kissing Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful form. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the intuitive feeling of Molly's back talk against her bare tegument. This continued on for another stern of an hr before Baltoh again decided that it was time to alter places.

He rolled off of rosemary and Molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl position. molly's body shook as Baltoh's cock stuffed her pussy to its maximum capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his manus on her hips so that he would have elbow room to maneuver. Driving up like a plunger, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her shriek in surprise and happiness as he moved faster than any human being could. With her consistence stationary, Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her mammilla, pulling on them with their back talk and bathing them with their tongues. After five minute, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his cock into her anus. Molly's moans took a lots lower and deep hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost cruel speeding, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave Molly her umpteenth coming, Baltoh pulled out and rolled on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosmarinus officinalis, desperate for another anal throbbing. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his bum while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful tread. Molly had her cervix bent between Rosemary's scatter legs and was licking the turning point of her snatch 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 breasts.

Once he regained his familiarity with the position, he was capable to fuck Rosemary at full fastness, but in order to celebrate this beat going, he had to turn his attention away from genus Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the spine of his cervix. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nothing more than to feel Baltoh against her in a loving embrace.


As rosemary soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscle trying to expel his cock. Upon its removal, Rosmarinus officinalis got up and turned around, taking his cock in her oral fissure. While Rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and lip, Baltoh became aware of genus Selene holding onto him for pricy life. Through their speck, he could feel her emotions, her loving desperation. The intimate momentum he had built up had slowed, the fervour 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 sass, making them both grin."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the book binding of his script against her smooth cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and genus Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a strong but sluggish tread. She was clawing at his back, unable to pull up stakes a mark on his steely skin as he touched all the right blank space at the utter hurrying and in flawless successiveness in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a lovesome smile on her cheek from her envy of their human relationship. She knew that the Earth they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their romanticist privateness for a little bit. She then looked at Rosemary and giggled at the flavour of rejection of hunger for attending on her face.

wrapper her arms around rosemary, he pulled her aside to depart one-half of the bed to the two lovers."seminal fluid here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my preferred number."



Three hours and dozens of climax later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and molly were scattered across the bed with the mainsheet tangled. The bed itself was now on the storey since the systema skeletale had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juice of the three women, to the highest degree of which came from Rosmarinus officinalis. Semen was EVERYWHERE. The walls had been painted, the roof splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to incite and the pussies and tush of the three women were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a longsighted shower,"genus 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 swelling, contusion, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosemary finished as she tried to release her hands from the handcuff made from her panties.



"So, any luck in finding entropy 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 lies and delusions we find on that blasphemous insult, the better."

"damn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as fiend blood runs through his veins, he is the greatest threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the toilet of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then things will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, seer, or Messiah, yet I hear murmur about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the content of a rage following and there is no way to blockade it. We are foresighted past the use of memory wipe, the curtain has been lifted on the populace. Now, it is not Jehovah the multitude are seeing behind that curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The next night…

"schoolmaster, 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 Scheol. While on the Earth's surface, the blank space above and around the urban center was darkness with dim swirling brightness level like a faint break of the day, underneath the urban center, the flaming of Inferno rising up through the Null nihility between dimension was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, pelter of flak and heat were pounding the rocky island that the city was sitting on without interruption 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 giant and Masters of overrefinement. I know we would normally give Angel acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the aerofoil, not for a single second. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my clap,"he said without taking his eyes off of the burning tempest below them.

Before Rosemary could respond, a chorus of roar as loud as the Krakatao eructation reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to cover their auricle."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to fire one of his flack.

As his ring began spinning between the tips of his four flank, his opposition came into view in the nether region. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New York with rakehell lecherousness. The first of all was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the Empire State construction and a soundbox well over two miles long. It had one cracking black eye and a sassing filled with scimitar-like fang. The back resembled a moth but with large mightily legs, jagged wings spraying poison gas, a mat of calamus instead of fur, and trump in home of its antennae. The third looked like a triceratops but with lots recollective and more flexible limbs, long claw and carnivorous fangs, and a pair of wings. The fourth looked like an eagle with its face hidden by a bone helmet and every backstage as knifelike and hard as a steel razor. The fifth had the appearing of a Gargoyle, but with offstage burning with total darkness flames and was just as large and powerful as any Titan.

With a holler of determination, Baltoh fired a admonition shot down at the oncoming goliath, using only as much power as a hydrogen bomb, a bare fraction of its wide-cut power. The behemoth all dodged the blast with ease and came to a stopover, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : ferment back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every drop of energy I have in a undivided bang !"

"You can't down all of us !"The centipede Titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first motility will confront oblivion ! A couple of you might be capable to dodge, but the others will die ! Which of you is volition to make that forfeiture ?"he roared with a infernal growl in his throat.

The Titans 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 resort hotel way, moaning as she scissored molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to retrovert from safety duty, but when her admirer and lesbian lover showed up with nothing to do and tire out of her nous, it didn't take a lot to touch off a quick fling. With their flaccid wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both women cried out in felicity as they had their net coming and fell backwards, their eubstance trembling and their breasts heaving.

Panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while Molly kissed Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"Selene mused.

mollie stopped kissing her and became understood."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do have sex you."

With a small smiling, genus Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lips against mollie's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her friend and gay woman lover hesitated before speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his favorite, but I don't upkeep. I think I've fallen in love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what genus Selene's chemical reaction would be.

Selene just gained a across-the-board warm grinning and cupped Molly's buttock."That's wonderful, when did this starting signal ?"

"Right after that foremost battle, I asked Baltoh to make up 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 hazard, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed strong smell for him ever since, and you want to see him say it again."

"fountainhead we've been talking a lot since our for the first time threesome so I've gotten to know him, not to note he is the infrangible groovy fan I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could have what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a challenger between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

genus Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar feelings for you, then you and I will be equals in this human relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're surely as hell on earth not going to block inviting you to link us. We may even get rosemary to join our niggling family, I'm sure starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a suspiration filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two women then leaned forward and kissed, letting their lips join over and over again in a wet synergistic adherence while they ran their manus across each early's naked bodies and their rear tit brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their care and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my young woman ?"he asked with a smile as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her booster in the public eye.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's lyric, mollie got to her invertebrate foot, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a pulse erection as he looked at her beautiful luscious dead body and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"mollie began, drawing his care back to her. He looked deeply into her eyes, noting the nervousness on her face. It was just like that prison term on the roof of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can love me just as you and I love her. I don't care if you love her more than me. I don't care if she is your best-loved. I just want you to sleep with me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at genus Selene, who had only a warm smiling on her face. Baltoh took a thick breath and looked back at molly with uncertainness on his aspect."I'm sorry, but I can't bang you the way I love Selene."

Selene's grinning 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 tender smile,"that doesn't mean value I don't love you, in a completely unique way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Christmas Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and with genus Selene watching them with the same smiling she would accept while watching the glad ending of a love level, she and Baltoh wrapped their weapons system around each other and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the family relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their rim finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. Come on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her naked body next to Selene's. Giving a warm grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the succeeding two weeks, struggle raged endlessly between the horde of Shangri-la and hell on earth in the streets of New House of York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more master copy of distortion attacked the metropolis, obeying tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rogue heavyweight attacking on their own. A amount of six great behemoths attacked the urban center over the course of the siege, each fourth dimension needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's fury attack. The defenders were favorable that Tenebrous had the loyalty and respect of the bulk of the colossus, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the human and Angel universe would take a heavy toll. More and Thomas More multitude were being recruited to defend the demonic threat as dead body were burned and dispatch friends and loved ones were mourned. In the concrete hobo camp of New York, it was impossible for torso to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The metropolis streets were sticky with dried profligate and reeked from the smell of buttered carcass, and just keeping some common sense of sanitation was requiring as a good deal effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a Ag lining it was that there were at least less mouths to feed.

After the struggle against the schoolmaster of twisting and his colossus mount, the people viewed Baltoh in a new light and his message of supplication was taken literally among a vauntingly universe of the man and holy person denizen. In the established protection scattered throughout the urban center, countless humble bunch of multitude could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the Angels, but to Baltoh himself, as their new Redeemer. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the Jesus Christ of the world in the helter-skelter times.

To Baltoh, this meant null. He did not like if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them safe from the Army of darkness and fighting wickedness. In between fight, when he wasn't healing the injured and repairing construction, he was spending clock time and making love with Selene or mollie, together as often as separately. Rosmarinus officinalis was often included in their threesomes, though much of the time, the two of them were suggest without Selene and mollie, 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 change in so scant of metre could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive glory of a Titan-level demon woke Baltoh up from his unsatisfied slumber. Her glassy-smooth torso pressed against his, Selene's center bolted open as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two fan quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's heart seemingly became still in his pectus as he sensed multiple entities approaching infernal region, all Masters of torture and Titans. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the order for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of the pits leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to shake as with child fissure cracks opened up in the dry river bottom nearby with tongue of crimson fervour leaping out. Falling into the abyss, prominent sections of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a kettle of fish between the city and Hades. With a soul-crushing presence, over a XII black dragon rose up from the fire, each as magnanimous as the two-headed wolf that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian methamphetamine hydrochloride and were just as keen, their claws were an eerie and sickening shade of white similar to the side of a corpse, their red heart glowed like bonfire, smooth shadow flames dripped from their stupendous Fang instead of saliva, and their expansive wings were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to bulk large. Riding on the backs of each dragon Titan like a flee on a dog stood a Master of Torture, each indistinguishable in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my blasts, there is no way I would be able to kill Sir Thomas More than a couple before the quietus learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the belief of common cold Mercury running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"genus Selene asked with her voice midst with fright.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to crush his own terror. He had to be strong, he had to brave, and he had to proceed fighting for her, no issue what."We're going to win,"he said with all the assurance he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the Angelica Archangelica at the depository financial institution of the river, already having summoned four Hope Beacons and prepared for struggle. Among them were molly and all of the angel, knowing that their strong point would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the city, the master copy of anguish just hovered in place on their riding horse, as if just waiting for something.

A second passed before Baltoh had the courage to speak up."Are you here to fight back or not ? !"he demanded with his ring between his wings, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a sphere of light.

"No, we are just here for the show,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a care in the world.

"What display ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the day of the month. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you have a go at it what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end prison term had come. The search for the pot of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to compute out a way to end the madness.

"The pyrotechnic should start in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New House of York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to shake wildly. Back on dry land, the noggin of disastrous grass around where New York had been, the last barrier keeping the military group of hell back, began to open up while the Hell flame surged up the quill carved into the satellite like a chimney flame. A jam opened up in the very top of the noodle, and like a vacuum, the air and red region was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a colossus steam jet. A curtain of burning clouds began to lucubrate outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the globe with Negroid lightning crackling and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on ground simultaneously fell to their knees, binge streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Shangri-la, for this was not the Day of sagaciousness prophesized in the record book of revelation. This was merely the end of the globe, brought on by the forces of darkness. In every body politic across the globe, people began praying desperately to every deity they could think of to save their souls as the wall between Earth and Hell opened up.

As the dome up on Earth opened up like a efflorescence heyday, the city of New York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the existence of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the fringe, building and city pulley block were falling away into inferno with tidal undulation of bloody fervency surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the hell on earth as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the early garden angelica fell to their stifle, cursing themselves and doom."We failed, the forces of infernal region have bested us and brought about the end of the world. We were supposed to protect the cosmos and all life-time on every satellite, but we couldn't even protect one metropolis. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with vitriolic tears streaming down his face.

His whole trunk dead, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her face in her manus. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her fount. The sound of Selene's tearful sobs pierced his heart like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any physical injury could. He stepped over to her and mollie moved aside, letting him candy kiss Selene on the os frontale, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening run on her cheeks.

"Always call up that everything I did was out of making love for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a kernel, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his wings and widening his position. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge destiny,"he said, placing his men on the iron shackles and rosary mountain chain around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will pop you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the power boost may be just enough to let me change the situation ! If I can't seal off the portal, I can at least try to slow it down and ask as many Demons as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingerbreadth underneath the beaded cords and metal bond paper, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became expectant with get-up-and-go and drew the attention of the Masters of twisting. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their blade and leapt from their riding horse, terrified of what would happen.

"stay him ! He must not give out those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never countenance evilness to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"genus Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the adherence off like report bracelets.

The second gear they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of Negroid and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his broken bonds. A wave of business leader surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its disintegration. Clinging to the ground for dear life, Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling twister of power. Over the speech sound of wave after wave of energy surging out from him, everyone could hear Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of Torture were being held in the clutch pedal of their Titan mounts, having been caught when the rush in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of major power, filled with terror as the twinkle and dark energy of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That DOE, it's not potential ! He fused Archangel and daemon power together into a hale new effect !"Michael shouted.

"What do you have in mind ?"Raffaello Sanzio cried out, clinging to a street place so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was able to answer the question in her mind. ‘ The breaking of the shackles and prayer beads concatenation, they are releasing so a good deal power in his body that they are being forced to Bond together, like gas being compacted to the stage of becoming a liquidness ! It's not possible ; his eubstance should feature been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure and muckle of the free energy building up inside of him ! By breaking both his trammel and his prayer beads drop, it's like they are canceling out each other's disconfirming affects and leaving him unharmed ! His world power aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each other ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to top past his— ‘

Even her inner view were silenced as the twister of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding intensiveness and completely consuming it. The outstanding fiery deluge of might continued to grow, surging upwards through the Void between dimension and crashing against the barrier between the human race of the living and Hell. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy 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 expanse formerly around New House of York to escape the crop-dusting Hell flames, but they were stopped dead in their tracks as the remnants of the dome of black smoke shattered like glass and a smart as a whip gale of power surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of miles per secondment, the twisting deluge of muscularity 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 igniter wrapped around the DoS of New York, New England, the eastern coast, all of America, and the stallion western hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In to a lesser extent than a mo, the globe and the gyrating magnate irruption looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across globe, tectonic plates grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer bed of the planet, the sea formed roll tidal waves across its surface, and the swarm became great spinning typhoons. Fueled by the Department of Energy being given off, stars across the universe of discourse shined with greater grandness than ever before in their universe and grim fix became the likes of pearl as they were bombarded by more energy they could engage. Around the globe, the flaming swarm of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of light and power surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. masses continued praying but at new velocity and with sweet love, believing this to be the workplace of a god. For the beginning time, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to block out the blinding igniter, Selene held onto the ground for dear life as waving after moving ridge of might swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his cheek was and inch from hers and their lips were just above to touch. Tears streaked her aspect, but she did not know why, as something in her mortal told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my dearest,"she whispered.

In the rattling heart of the tempest, Baltoh continued his cry of exertion as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The strength and magnate he felt flooding his body and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original loanblend powers to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit candle to the Vasco da Gamma ray salvo of the death of a champion. While straight-out power entered his trunk, noesis and intellect flooded his mind, bringing forth omnipotence and unparalleled Wisdom, allowing him to fully understand what was happening and the transformation that was taking place.

In Heaven and Hell, Jehovah and Tenebrous looked up in electric shock, sensing what they originally thought was impossible. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with equal if not greater power 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 cosmos had never before see, 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 unscathed bodies shaking, everyone got to their fundament blinked repeatedly to mend their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the Angelica Archangelica fell to their knees, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a strong-arm transformation with the process. His clothes had gone from dismal greyness to a cryptical blue, his grim hair had become blond, and his pale complexion had become a respectable tan. His hook were gone, having been replaced with modest metal plates that protruded from his figure and covered his knuckles and book binding of his finger's breadth and hands like tile. His tail was also missing. Instead of horn or a halo, he had a miniature galaxy rotating above his chief. His four wings had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no framework ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the cosmos, with the stars, nebulae, and brightly clouds of dust and gas shift and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at space itself. Last but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver doughnut, all stretching out from his gilt irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her voice trembling and her body refusing to move.

With the most warm and peaceful facial expression to ever cross her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her eubstance from the mental paralysis her headache had inflicted and filling her with relief and happiness. He then began to walk over to her, with every step he took causing the ground around him to shudder and for a soft deep hum to be heard, like the speech sound of a torpedo at the hazard of being crushed by the sea. Crouching down before Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's middle widened as her learning ability was overpowered by the joy of a thousand simultaneous orgasm, while a projection of the parentage of the existence and all of its story was played for her mind's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that answer your dubiousness ?"he whispered when her lips finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasance end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his arms with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his voice weak.

With his grinning widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her buss, as if going through a substance withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the Masters of twisting snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in hand.

With a monstrous yowl, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made contact, the daimon was thrown back with his organic structure dematerializing, as if every atom in his existence was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in shock in awe as an inconspicuous strength cast the original of Torture excursus with his trunk vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the God Almighty warrior without even acknowledging his existence. It was as if by universal law, beings not of Baltoh's level of theology were forbidden to match him without his valuation reserve, and the almighty professional of Torture had just realized the penalisation for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require Thomas More proof ?"

"retreat !"one of the original of straining howled before leaping onto the rachis of his phantasma dragon and steering it back into Scheol, followed by all his comrades desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would allow me to accomplish the Throne of Cinereo ; I was fully prepare to die just then. By combining the exponent of shadow and light together into a single Godhead force, it seems I was able-bodied to top into a higher being and achieve the mantle of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his fingerbreadth and everyone fell to their human knee as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the vacuum at breakneck upper. Without any transition, the discharge infinite and pale swirling igniter were replaced with the Isidor Feinstein Stone shaft that the urban center had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the lance below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the metropolis slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the blue net sky overhead.

Throughout the metropolis, everyone crawled out of their shelter and looked at the sky and the E. B. White clouds, listened to the audio of the river filling back up, and smelled the fresh air. As one, every human and Angel raised their hands and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again whole and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no demon or Gargoyle may ever intersect over, even if summoned by man. Never again shall the horde of sin be any threat to this population or its life mannikin. The barrier between this universe and promised land has also been reinforced, so that not even the personnel of Heaven or Jehovah may enter this realm or perdition without my license. As the Celestial Avatar, their powers can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to believe that not only was the engagement over, but that the pauperism for holy man 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 give back it to the way it is supposed to be. The function of Hell is to penalise the wicked in the name of Justice, not serve as the anguish keep of existence and sign of the zodiac and raise the violence of evil. Tenebrous and his satanic legions have corrupted Hell with their sinister ambition and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate evilness, and now I finally have the index to do it and play jurist to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"genus Selene said with equal determination.

Baltoh regained his smile and gave her a subdued kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not cease 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 late breathing space and pulled off the rood-tree around her neck opening."I'm coming as well. You have my spunk, my loyalty, and my allegiance. From this point forward, I am not an Archangel of Jehovah, but a servant of the Celestial Avatar,"she said, drawing rough glares and puff incredulity from her late coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon YHWH and I'm certainly not going to osculate you, but I will join you for this final quest. Count me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a plaza where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your position in Hell,"Raphael said as he joined the chemical group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the early Archangels gave similar calls of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the mathematical group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the end clock time you draw you're sword. Don't you want it to happen while fighting incline by position with your friends ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. Several second base passed by, with only the wind and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and excite Baltoh's deal."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the coast of the Isle of the Damned, a Continent about the size of England and surrounded by a savourless sea of hellfire, burning for timelessness and stretching forth without molding. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson cloud and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the innocent landscape of the islet of the Damned lay burning study, lakes of bubbling magma, wood of undead trees, and one thousand thousand of citizenry getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and evildoer of Scheol, all in the most roughshod and cruel path possible. But no subject how much the people suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their bodies would continue to revitalize instantly so that they could remain to suffer.

Among the people being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With out of practice swords and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptical landscape in reverence and threat while desperately trying to get off from pain, if only for a suddenly time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the Burning grass of the Isle of the Damned, the first zone of Hell. This is where new prisoners appear and where escaped prisoners flee to in the Hope of some physical body of safety. It is a battleground, with the perish someone fighting in and endless and hopeless war in orderliness to escape their torment and penalization. Considering how this is always a battleground, it's not surprising that it is also percentage of the Circle of wrath. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raphael asked.

"We are going to free the unjustly punished. There are far too many captive here, innocent individual cursed for all infinity for minor infraction and sine. I may stimulate been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading host Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the isle of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the Isle of the Damned, hundreds of thousands of suits of armor began to happen, made of glistening gentle metal and durable silver that glowed like the headliner. Protruding from their backs were large wings that seemed to be made out of atomic number 80 while in their hands were bladed weapons that were as long as cars and consisted of a foresighted crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretch between the two points, line of latitude to the spur of the blade. The artillery was designed to be held with both hand far apart, for a muscular offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"Rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my reformer, summoned with a piece that I myself invented from the power of the world. Cinereo is the universe from which Heaven and Hell budded off from and its get-up-and-go was both the architect and stuff from which Angelica Archangelica and fiend patch were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the might to create new celestial spells."

Without anyone interior of them, the suits of armor marched across the burning playing field in formation. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronise footfalls shook the ground and echoed through Hell. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their massive blades and carving through osseous tissue and flesh with ease. They trekked through the pastures of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every time they came upon a human soul, they would read the psyche to discover whatever it was that had banished that person to Hell, and if the person received their sentence through a serious criminal offense like Brassica napus, theft, adultery, or unjust murder, then they were left tail end. But if they were only shamed of small harmless Sin, then the suits of armour would unfold up like blossoming flowers and envelope the captive. Fused with the suit of clothes of armor, the reprobate soul would be given great military capability and baron, even beyond archangel. With this new forcefulness, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A great phantasma filled the deep red sky as an army of Demons appeared, bringing forth conjuring burial site and memorial park of the Damned to instantly mobilize 1000 of Gargoyles and sinner to retake the captive of Hell. With this new challenge, the Crusader began to pick of f number. one-half of them took trajectory while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loud holler echoed from deep within the Isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to originate. They were of all types, gospel, and contour, ranging from black dragons, satanic Bronx cheer, bloodcurdling insect, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged animal with monstrous physical device characteristic, and countless former animals that were big enough to trample a city and were adorned with horrifyingly demonic appearances.

With a snap of his fingers, Baltoh summoned suits of armor for all of the Archangels, as well as Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their suit of armor as it wrapped around them like Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoner below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding mask and a futuristic bike helmet, with their aureole burning in the center of a large lucky fireball that hovered above their headspring, something that the others did not have.

Their armour also had a a good deal sleeker and more form-fitting design, with gold lining every shell and an colour cross on the pectus scale. On top of limpid metal chassis, each piece and plate fit together like reptile scales but with full-of-the-moon solid protection like steady armor plating. For the men, their armor had a certain bulkiness, while the women's armor was More slender and flexible, while still consisting of declamatory solidness plates. Hanging sheathed from their rap were their steel, each remade with greater durability and cutting index.

For Molly, rosemary, and Selene, there armor was even more than unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their halos had been completely replaced with miniature solar scheme, quite similar to the entire illumination extragalactic nebula above Baltoh's, and each with a rattling egg-sized star and ten planet orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the other. While retaining their Au lining, the crustal plate of their armor had changed in gloss, switching from pearly-white Theodore Harold White to a very mysterious and dark blue and decorated with patterns of minor diamonds that looked like mavin. Instead of a crossbreed like the others, their chest home plate had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two infinity symbolic representation overlapping at the center perpendicularly with a sun within each loop topology. live on but not to the lowest degree, their backstage themselves had gained a new form, gaining a atomic number 80 tissue layer in berth of their feathers.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in amazement, feeling their might grade skyrocket. genus Selene, molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your speed, force, and power up beyond my late stratum. view it a giving, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, mollie, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of saint to go my Celestial Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the magnate of the creation and ingredient as your piece, and noesis of how to use them will come naturally. With these enhancements, I believe I can leave these colossus to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his finger, more than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flaming mushroom swarm formed deep in commonwealth, as if the humanity's most mighty atomic turkey had just been detonated. Everyone watched in repugnance and gagged as they felt a dark and heavy sense of apprehensiveness as a malicious vitality weighed down upon them.

"Devil, the first sin Prince and castor of judgment upon the new arriver. Oh look, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll create it quick, just make sure as shooting you take darnel of those titan,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing bearing of the approaching Hades Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their excitement and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's Book, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to charge a Dark Pulse, a reformer charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to have the major power to crusade back. The creature released the blast, tearing apart the infertile priming and barely missing the armored fighter. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two ends of her weapon into the top of its skull and making certain not to lose any impulse or to draw in the sword out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her steel to cut its forefront in half down the middle. As she ran down its dorsum, her blade cut down its cervix, into the chest, and carved right through its black heart. The creature fell over dead with its brains and blood spilling out onto the arid soil.

A fiend flew towards a reformist like a striking eagle, skimming just over the reason with a shaft in her handwriting. She reached out to poke the Crusader, but he blocked with his weapon system, granted more than sufficiency forcefulness by his armor to face the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained power, the Crusader reached out and grabbed the Demon by the throat and slammed her down into the ground with devastating power, making her coughing blood from all the shredded distribution channel and veins in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped steel and swung it down onto the monster, cutting her in half down the middle.

A Crusader flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down wave of shadow flaming into Baltoh's armies. The puppet noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a simple fly. Taking the initiative, the Crusader flew by its wing and cut right through the membrane of leathery flesh that allowed it to keep flying. The Gargoyle roared in painful sensation and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its spine. The Gargoyle reached up with its tail to try and blast the Crusader, but he dodged with informality before he raised his weapon and slashed the animal across the dorsum of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain sensation but still had ascendence of its body. It struggled to flap its wounded wing, but it could not drive flight of steps. Just before it crashed into the ground, the Crusader imbedded his weapon in the slash in the back of the Gargoyle's neck. The dismal goliath landed in a electrocution discipline, tossing grunge and stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of perdition began to shake up as cranny opened up in the ground. Fire poured out of the gaps in the earth and Brobdingnagian skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the regular army of crusader. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several shadow heartbeat into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the Crusaders without any distinction.

"semen on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"genus Selene said as she flapped her liquid metal wings and shot towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't scratch line without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her paw and materialized her own immense chopper.

With their longsighted hair hanging out of the spine of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two char zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for engagement. Molly was the start to reach the group and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a thunder of determination, she spun around in the air and swung the arch blade with all of her force, imbedding the edge in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a wanderer web and its whole cranium shattered in a bright plosion, as if the blade had been lined with claymore mine mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a wickedness Pulse.

Moving dissolute than a zip heater, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating flush right wing to its pricker between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with relaxation. The giant monster roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its shadow Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, Selene zoomed straight up and pellet right through its skull like a living bullet train, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the slope as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by Molly who came along and cut off all their manus with her cleaver. Falling back to design her next movie, genus Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of knowledge flow through her creative thinker. Instructions for a spell were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to drag up her vim, feeling it naturally guide and organize itself.

Driven by unstoppable instincts, she pointed her hand and called out,"Celestial Art : Lighting Obliteration !"

Answering her cry, a crackling bolt of consummate electricity erupted from her ribbon, as strong if not stronger than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by Angelica Archangelica, this was true elemental electric power, not an imitation made of holy Energy. Moving almost at the speed of visible light, the monolithic surge struck a Bleak in the center of its chest, shattering its ribs and severing its rachis. As the dying freak began to buckle, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"Molly hollered.

glow like neon gas, silver wind wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her head. With a roar of confidence, she threw the artillery at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flash tornado. The tower of glowing wind charged into the three of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging Samson. As they fell to their ground, every bone in their soundbox rip into dozens of flawlessly-cut division, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser ray of light. The blade returned to mollie like a boomerang and she gained a blanket smile underneath the tinted glass visor of her helm. She finally had the true lastingness to retaliate her own death.

genus Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to realize a certain competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."supernal Art : Cosmic Crush !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to plunge a barrage of darkness pulsing, their soundbox began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting crash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted leash and crashed into the ground, shattering on wallop. Selene had increased the force of gravity on their soundbox, multiplying their own weight by more than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : adept Birth !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a empyrean of red brightness guessing across the open space and hit its chump 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 fire mushroom cloud, originating from inside its head. The magic spell she had just used mimicked the ardent merger process that takes place in stars, causing a small-scale atomic explosion inside the beast. It was basically a banger compared to the atomic detonation caused by nuclear bombs, being only strong enough to carry off a city block. She pointed at two more Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them form the inside out with small atomic explosions.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the solid ground, a volcanic bowlder was pulled unloosen and flew up to Molly. She pressed her hands against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the Same amphetamine as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The Boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the shopping center of its chest of drawers, creating a sonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its intact body to dot. The meteor shot off across the isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the major planet's gravitational drag. By the prison term it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the planet, and it would only have one chance before shooting off into the completely empty space. For a split second, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that sparkle touch was more than enough to skyrocket a tidal wafture of fervidness out of area. The flaming swarm was almost as turgid as the planet itself and snake pit shook wildly from the light yet sudden impingement.

She called Forth another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to sidestep to avoid forcible contact, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic windfall of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the stallion right position of its consistency in a fraction of a secondly. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished edifice, Molly looked over to genus Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two booster looked at each other and then to the net Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper upper, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to thump the other in Demon-killing and have the gamy scotch. The Bleak was just about to establish a Dark pulsing at the two women when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their coat of arms, and simultaneously punched it in the face with enough index to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken charge of, the woman both gave the mental statement to draw back their helmets and their armour obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the possible action of a puzzle box. With warm smile on their faces, genus Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millipede Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan creature had its consistency raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of acid from its fanged mouth. With a roar, Michael punched the heavyweight in the middle of its consistency with all of his strength, sending a ruinous shockwave through its eubstance. The deal of Demon smell howled in hurting as every stemma vessel in its long body ruptured and its eye popped like a rouge balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the spell, he would consume probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

screen and in agony but still very much alive, the giant hissed and launched a Dark Pulse sinewy enough to obliterate a mountain range. With golden flames automatically burning along the blade, Michael swung his brand and cut through the clap, protecting himself from its destructive magnate like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a stoppage, Michael raised his steel and gripped it with both hands. With blinding volume, the golden flames around the blade surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of flak, the colossus was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal vigor within the gold flaming. At its pique, the sword was the road of a favourable burning tornado, expectant than any tornado on land. Filled with trust, Michael swung his steel like an public executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"holy man Art : burning at the stake synodic month gash !"he bellowed as the clap slammed into the Titan, ripping its headland and the upper half of its organic structure in half.



"holy person Art : spear of luck,"Gabriel said, holding his hand out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely plumage at him.

Upon his command, over a c rays of weak began firing from his hand, each bending and straightening out with the favourable voulge brand at the ending leading them. The vane of Energy and the giant wings collided with each early like heater in the air. Such a effort was impossible without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his speed was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his master copy go. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before one C of massive energy steel 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 blades striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to pieces. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment trice !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was undimmed than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright light and shielded its heart, giving Raphael the perfect chance to swing his sword and lop off one of its hands in a single cut. The titan howled in agony and clutched the bleeding stump as the sever hand fell into the burning sea with a monolithic splashing. Spinning around, the titan swung his tail in an endeavor to ping the pesky fly back so that he could find, but Raphael stopped the massive attack with one manus as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slit it off with only one movement of his sword.

"monster Art : fiend Slash !"the behemoth roared, raising its one serious manus and then bringing it down with all of its posture, launching five inconspicuous edge that were each powerful enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"saint Art : Bill Gates of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his brand.

Before the slashes could accomplish him, a golden gate, as great as the front of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the holy energy that the gate was radiating with, the invisible sword couldn't even slip between the bars.

"Angel Falls Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the Titan could even realize what has happened to it, a wooden hybrid that was twice as declamatory as the imperium State Building fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its intense weight and blasting its black middle right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the Dark pulsing of a Panthera tigris Titan with a mat of pinion on its back.

Above her, a building-sized area of water appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a earsplitting falls, as if it were and inter-dimensional drain that lead to the hindquarters of an ocean. The torrent splashed down onto the burning at the stake pastureland, extinguishing the flame and slamming into the Titan as a powerful tidal wave. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the waste countryside and put out all the flaming before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their annex, the Crusaders all took to the air to put off the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and sinner and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"the Panthera tigris snarled as it tried to hold its footing against the ceaseless flood. The surging open of the water was further disrupted as dozens of immense pinched hands reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like safe to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Stone Jaws !"she called with her warmness burning with self-assurance and power.

Intercepting the bony hands, great daggers of earth flare-up from the priming in the midst of the growing subdivision, crushing them like twigs in the claw of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating thunderbolt of electricity down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in agony as it was electrocuted with plenty energy to mightiness an stallion state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quills, its form peeled and melted off its body, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its interior burned. It fell to its genu, letting the endless tidal Wave washables over it, but Rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a vauntingly ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the anchor ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blue specter and shined like the star topology. With a roar, the Panthera tigris Titan burst from the open of her sea, claws barred and opprobrious attack burning between its jaws. With a thunder of decision, Rosemary slammed her palm against the midsection of the ring, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded energy that was six pes in diameter. The blast struck the Titan in the chest, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the wolf and the floodlight now a giant ice carving, Rosemary shot towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen giant, she reached out and punched it on the pry with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the stallion freeze down social organization exploded into icy powder, killing all the Demons and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The engagement suddenly became silent as a deafening roar shook the isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to hide their ears to try and block the crippling noise. In the aloofness, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar shell before crashing into the solid ground in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and dust with a wave of fire. Standing in the flames arose a gargantuan creature, large enough to snap up a Titan in its jaws and kick aside a mountain like an exercise testicle. It was Satan, the foremost Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the leg of a Capricorn with vast stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, huge powerful weapon lined with brand, serrated claws that were twice as long as his finger's breadth, massive wings that could blot out the sky, curled bull-like motor horn, and a expression that seemed like a mix of a Canis aureus's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in revulsion at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to know and fear.

"So the vigilance man returns. Normally you would flee to the earth of the living at the smallest sign of my coming. It seems that you have gained some new power, but it does not matter, you always were and always will be nix compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the degree of the graven image and gone far past your puny macrocosm. You, the Hell Prince of Wrath, is no more of a threat to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the desiccate breeze.

"We'll see about that ! daimon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Lucifer roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet blast so powerful that only beings of the position of Hell Prince and high could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing weight of the energy it was giving off, DOE so sinister and powerful that it could kill a city of people just through its ambient existence. The bang itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a total alignment, it would obliterate every planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with dread and fear for Baltoh as the radiancy of the attack made her look like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, motility !"she shrieked before Satan released the beam.

With its launching initiated by a full-on nuclear explosion going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal balance beam of cerise energy with almost ten times the intensity as Baltoh's old cult bam. The energy washed over the Celestial embodiment like a flood of magma and surged out over the sea of fire, sending burning tidal undulation in all directions that could squander stallion countries. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the balance beam shaft deep into the void distance, soaring for several seconds before detonating in an blowup that looked like a supernova.

"Funny that you name me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is abruptly !"Satan cackled as the smoke cleared.

"I was ill-timed,"Baltoh's vocalisation echoed.
Devil's eyes widened in terror and everyone gasped, unable to believe that someone, even Baltoh, could rent a blast like that frontal and survive. The bullet and rubble cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the best you can do, then you are even lower than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE Hell ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingerbreadth.

the Tempter suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his eubstance went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his energy to finally release itself like body heat and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his entire eubstance 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 off-white in his consistency simultaneously snapped and his consistence began to collapse in on itself. He raised his mogul levels as high as they could go, but he was basically trying to hold back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every spread out space in his consistence began to collapse under the strain, his low osseous tissue being reduced to powderize, his vein and muscles tearing themselves to shreds. As the carrying out continued, his body began to wither as the weight of Baltoh's DOE began compacting his atoms themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the lens nucleus and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and Satan's whole body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and heavy as a Joseph Black hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding flashing, having been converted into raw energy by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a unanimous interior of a major planet to clear out."He said.



The boldness of a Gargoyle had been carved into the Isle of the Damned with the jaws candid in a furious roar. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the astuteness of Hell. The pit was the size of a shooting star crater, allowing for entities as gravid as Satan to pass through, while the face were lined with countless stairway.

With Baltoh, the Archangels, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the sharpness of the pit, one of the freed spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar. I'm here to release the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, netherworld will no longer be the provenience for immorality but its punisher. I will exterminate every go daimon and Gargoyle and take away the tycoon from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of sight. Selene, mollie, and rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his paw and a sphere of light appeared in his palm, 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 cause just jumped off a cliff at Nox and there was no former side. Selene and rosemary watched the passing side of meat of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of man skeletons. There had to be a billion different remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the threshold, as there may be some roadblock and restrictions that even I won't be capable to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that potential ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The exclusively difference is that this is his creation, his world. Down here, he makes the dominion. I will be capable to overcome almost of his obstacles and rules, but we are on his sod and he has the home field of view advantage."

Baltoh and his group finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new world. In the distance, a city of ruby sandstone, clappers, and undead trees woven into wicker social system stood against the burning background signal. The buildings ranged from small huts to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screams of the people inside being tortured by sinner. The city itself was larger than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the electrocution Pastures above, the land around the city was completely bare and lifeless. Even though they were technically resistance, a sky of under the weather vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their forefront. The sky of Scheol was different from the sky of Earth ; it was… full-grown. It was like the cloud were much higher in the sky with a large aura, providing an overwhelming look of exposure, like a mouse caught in the open with a mortarboard flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a peck of reeking native sulfur, cracked and burning with a putrid scent as flames streamed out from the fractures. The mountain had a dull tempered summit, almost like the tip of a Pyramid, and was set at the very bottom of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned soul dragged across the Burning Pastures and mould down into the pit to lessen down to the city. This idea was proven by the G of darned someone that blanketed the mountain, defenseless and moaning in pain from their shattered skeletons and their normally lethal injury. Scanning their judgement with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sins of everyone on the good deal, and for the people he deemed innocuous and/or justified, he healed their combat injury and bonded them with one of his suits of armor, recruiting them into his armies while the criminals and guilty mortal were ignored. As the raining reformist organized themselves on the versant, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the City of Wrath, where hoi polloi who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their time annulled and are employed to torture everyone else. They are the sinner. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the Devil, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become mortal like the ease of the diabolic military force. While this is only a fraction of the sinner population, this city is their largest hive. This and the Burning pastureland were originally Satan's domain

As he spoke, genus 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 tube ? We didn't even go down that far,"molly pondered.

"It's genuine, we are in the planet of Hell. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural laws. This is a realm of religious mysticism and phantasma, not science and reason. The interior of the planet is a whole other world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the going of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering sticker of Harlan Stone from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a bolt of lightning from his digit, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering serpent of electrical energy Dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a clangour, an detonation, or falling debris. It was as if the pit was reaching through a hole in reality itself like a piping. In the city, the pinched following of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in terror, having watched the deadbolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to take the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to take away the power from the sinner 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 flavour as he snapped his fingers. Beside every suit of armor and crusader, a winged entire appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall bring down the wall of this city and continue our beleaguering on Hell ! Let these Sinners know that their evil ambitiousness and wretched souls stand no chance against the power of brightness level ! Decimate this citadel of iniquity and put these grotesque spirits back in their topographic point ! Everyone, onrush !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of assurance and dedication, the Crusader answered the call and began their charge. half of the wing stallions took to the air while the other half galloped down the slope of the stack with their monumental cleavers in helping hand and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the mountain and gasped as the Crusaders flew and galloped towards the City of Wrath. Leaving their torture victim behind, the Sinners gathered at the edge of the metropolis in the ten of millions and prepared their defending team. As wafture after wave of glistening fighters surged down retiring him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a grinning on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a curious grin 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 happy, I'm finally able to do what I was born to do. I finally have the big businessman to slay iniquity once and for all. Back when I was just a loan-blend, I would never have dared of going up against the Hades Princes and trying to salary a war like this, but now I finally have the strength and ability to nominate my pipe dream come honest. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

genus Selene smiled and pressed her sass against his, while drawing her brand with her discharge hand."Let's go."

As the floodlight of warriors approached, pointer and fastball were launched from the urban center by the millions as the evildoer fought with weapons from all across clip. rocket rained down upon Baltoh's United States Army, but could do no harm to the horses or their riders, as their armor was far too muscular to be damaged by such puny flack. Sprinting down the steep mountain, the secret stallions panted heavily with each step but felt no fatigue or going of forte. Their muscular muscles shook and warped as their hooves struck the ground, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their nous like blocks of Styrofoam, the Crusader shouted out their resolve to murder their tormentor, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their confidence and dedication grew in intensity. By the sentence they were halfway down the mountain, each reformer was glowing like the moon, joining together into a refulgent ray that blinded the sinner below.

In one groovy clangor, the land troops slammed into the line of evildoer like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The reformer used the size of their arched blades to touch out and stab and cleave the Sinners as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their bones like sprig. Dead or fatally injure sinner turned to ash as the death hint of their world withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the social reformer pierced the drove of evildoer like a tank and labour deep into the city.

Gargoyles and ogre filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the wing gymnastic horse flew through the air, maneuvering between each Demon as the Crusader would reach out out and thresh them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by radio beam of light, shot from the annex of the cavalry like the Feather arrow spell. The light energy burned their flesh like acid, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the city streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any evildoer that approached without even acknowledging their macrocosm. As he remembered, the construction of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of peg from undead tree, but they served a intention other than building material. The wall, floors, and ceiling also served as prison house for damned soulfulness with their physical structure packed inside past the point of being crushed to death or suffocation. Every body had been pierced dozens of times by sword rods that served as reinforcements for the buildings like the 2x4s of a family. The soundbox were pressed against English sides of their wicker batting cage like nets of piano wire with blood streaming from the cut of meat that each branch had worn into their pelt. They continuously moaned in pain from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the mind of each soul to name their sins. To those he deemed innocent or undeserving of such penalisation, he freed them with his mind and created a suit of clothes of armor for them to bond to so that they could get together his social station. As raining beams of zip brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the building and felt sick to his stomach. The the great unwashed they were saving were locked in overrefinement gimmick and undergoing ill-usage that darkened his mind with painful computer memory from before his birth as the hybrid. The sinner had preformed everything from violation to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round from a army tank shot through the air and detonated five feet from him, unable to add up any closer. He turned to the mechanical freak, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human pearl. The sinner inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the first, it exploded before it could touch him and the flames and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his paw into a clenched fist and instantly caused the tank to turn over into the air and dematerialise, taking the passenger with it to the realm of nonentity. A chorus of ruction reached his ear and he turned with a small grinning of amusement as a bunch of Sinners came sprinting down the street with respective Crusaders on horseback chasing them. The evildoer'bony feet clacked on the cobblestone priming coat as they ran desperately, unable to escape the Crusaders. With powerful swings, the men and women hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeletons like rotting pin. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave loyal arc of their heads.

"Celestial Art : cutting Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her helping hand at a group of Demons, she released a powerful jet of sand that seemed to form out of the air itself. The blast was just as prominent as a immortal Ray and it washed over the demon with each grain striking with the power of a high-caliber heater. The devil howled in pain as their consistence were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty descent and sleety shape streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the cloud by a deafening roar that shook the electrocution sky. A expectant Titan lowered itself from the clouds with a body that looked like a mix between a marauder and a firedrake, with jagged feathers, a recollective neck, a fanged honker, and serpent eyes. It released a bone-chilling screeching and a Dark pulsation appeared between its jaws, warm enough to admit out the hale city. Before it could liberate the clap, Baltoh snapped his fingers and Ernst Boris Chain of visible light reached out of the sky and terra firma. They wrapped around the heavyweight, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its beak disappeared. He snapped his finger's breadth once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the wolf apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheer echoed across the urban center as the last dying belly laugh were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any urban center on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of enviousness was in their flock and hearing stove. Shrieks, as senior high as whistles and as low as dying creature'could be heard, sending thrill crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was resistant to the psychological affect, due both his experience in inferno and his powers. Standing on the shore of the inky-black Black person ocean, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the multitude hidden beneath the sprayer. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with glassy eyes and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to persist wave after cold wave slamming into them and the demonic birds and crustaceans of Hell picking and feeding on their bodies, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to experience pain. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their vomit up sparkle shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"shucks it, I hated this place the most when I came here,"Rosmarinus officinalis cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the position where those who let green-eyed monster run their liveliness are damned and punished. Just as Beelzebub, Prince of wrath, ran the burning lea and the City of anger, Leviathan, Prince of envy, is in command of this ocean. Here, the oily water toxicant their body like barrage fire acid to represent how envy poisonous substance the intellect and it weighs down on them with crushing magnate, just like how their feeling of insufficiency crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the Demons and Gargoyles underneath the control surface, torturing them without pause. Now the only things they envy are those that no retentive exist. This office is dodgy, as it has the greatest telephone number of behemoth and it is difficult to tell apart who exactly is hangdog and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the look in the quick expanse to compute out which single were guilty, and which 1 were innocent. Those that were driven to commit crimes and caused scathe because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the dupe of human nature had their chain broken so that they could lift to the surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their belly and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another army of winged wooing of armor on flying gymnastic horse to recruit the freed souls and slay the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting urine, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the piss with their two-handle blades, slaughtering the Gargoyles and wight of darkness just below the surface. Any lawsuit that weren't fighting bonded themselves to give up prisoners, granting them their power. The illumination energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged minds and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam profoundly below the surface to escape the carnage, thinking they would be safe. The malign creature were filled with threat as the Crusaders and their sawhorse dove below the surface, galloping on the H2O as if they were running downhill. Swimming with unbelievable fastness, they followed the beasts deeper and deeper into the water, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the grouping grew smaller and smaller.

A km from the beach, the sea trading floor dropped into a step Continental slope, that seemed to delve into the benighted depth of hellhole. As the Crusaders chased down the wretched creatures, their artillery and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

Deep in the shadows, a great eye opened.



From the shifting waves of the ocean, a colossal whale burst from the sea. Its backtalk was surface and full of toothed teeth, its vertebral column was covered in spike, and it was large enough to photograph up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the water, swallowing various hundred reformer in the process. Cricking his neck opening from side to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, able to draw forth and release the energy without even using his body or a source. The electron beam of lighter expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the cover of its head, destroying one-half of its skull and all of its wit. The beat wolf sank below the open as the bottom-feeder animate being immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great spatter tore apart the Earth's surface as a massive set of pair of tweezers reached out and tried to nobble up the flying Crusader. They managed to avoid the monolithic chela as the giant rose to the aerofoil. It was a gargantuan lobster with four solidification of pincers and a backside like that of a Scorpio. A Dark Pulse began to charge at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a vellication of his eye, a spinning disk of vigour appeared above his head and shooting towards the Titan, expanding to the creature's size. The magnetic disk collided with the Titan's face and vertically sliced it in half. Once the blade reached its cut, the charging Dark pulsing exploded and ripped the dead body apart.

Shaking the total sea, a vast legion of behemoth began to appear from the sorry depths of the sea, each resembling a creature from worldly concern. There were sharks that just had rotary stone of teeth instead of top dog and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of ivory, pediculosis pubis that had passel blanketed with rook on their scale, brand fish with serrated slam that could fire darkness Pulses from the tip of the blade, and millions of fiendish predator that were mortal cells of a single Titan.

As the horde formed, one final entity rose up from the depths. The brute was as large as Satan with vile immature hide, an apish organic structure, webbed fingers with astute chela, outstretched wings that looked like the pelt of frogs, and a fountainhead that looked like an octopus with almost a hundred tenacious 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."

rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet undefended and a smile on her facial expression."Actually Master, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't mind testing my strength against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the same smile."I like this approximation. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you desire to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The Hell Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hands, but an explosion rocked against his head and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with fume wafting from her palm.

"YOUR frame WILL LIE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY ocean FOR ALL OF eternity !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and snapshot towards them.

The Valkyries and Angelica Archangelica split up to dodge the blast and each got read to counter.

"holy man Art : feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"saint Art : Divinity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the size of it of situation buildings.

"Angel Art : Spear of circumstances !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a flashing torrent of blades of golden ignitor with each beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electricity from her palm.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"Rosmarinus officinalis cast, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : lingua Of T. H. White flaming !"mollie yelled, raising her arms above her head and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of chopper flame and surged towards Leviathan with enough heat to burn ball field.

Combined with the plan of attack of the other garden angelica, the immense cascade of techniques slammed into Leviathan like a XII rioting slug, knocking him back and drawing Forth River a howling of pain, but causing no visible legal injury to his dead body. Stepping out of the cloud of fume, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his aspect like a drove of frog natural language. As they shot forward, fanged mouths opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as easy as we thought,"Raffaello Santi said, grinning under his helmet.

"Well 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 beat him from a space. We're going to have to get up close and redeem some existent damage,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to preserve our asses ! He'll never let us live it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her wings and pilot towards Leviathan with her blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dive into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now countenance me to testify you the admittedly benefit of being god, the one matter that only soul in my league can achieve. Celestial Art : Animal Kingdom besieging !"Baltoh called as he clapped his men together.

Up above the sea, a marvelous thing began to ingest place. Matter was forming from pure Department of Energy and rearranging itself into particular compound and molecules. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino superman, and they in round joined together to create cell. Wahvey could make Archangels, Tenebrous could make Demons and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arrival, eagles, hawk, and falcons, all larger than Titans and each with majuscule ferocity and posture, swooped down to begin their fight. Every feather on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no fear, the birds of target obeyed the will of their creator and attacked the heavyweight, snatching them right out of the piss with their longsighted talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the wench with Dark heartbeat and other spells, but their proficiency had no affect on the hoot whatsoever, as their feathers were acting as energy transmitter that cloaked them in a protective air, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their chela tearing through flesh and bone with simplicity, the Bronx cheer threw their prey into the air and finished the Lord Titans off with their extension, cutting through the devil'bodies with their feathering harder and sharper than katanas. Blood and butchered soundbox parts rained down as the behemoth were chopped to opus, completely helpless against the superscript creatures.

With his script still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the enchantment, creating to a greater extent creatures in which to kill the behemoth with. Sea serpents, international nautical mile long with body so large that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the deepness with booming roaring. Each serpent had vitrified black eubstance, decorated with pattern of glowing yellowed railway line. The dorsum of their psyche were guarded with mats of pearl spikes their middle glowed with power. With furious hollo, the serpents dove down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With powerful bite, they crushed the body of the devil like peanut shells and swallowed them unscathed, carving down their numbers pool like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing risk, dozens of the Titans all turned to Baltoh and released their Dark Pulses at once, trying to use up him out in the hope that his foundation would die with him. The good time washed over Baltoh like a photoflood but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible elliptical shield that stood whether he willed it or not. As the eruption shrank and split into their finale quiver beading of darkness, Baltoh once again pressed his deal together, this time with his fingers interlocked."Celestial Art : Almighty Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minute prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titans like the tentacles of the calamary that filled their rank. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on earthly concern. Trapped in the wood like fauna caught in hardened concrete, the titan snarled and roared as they tried to break gratuitous of their wooden prisons, but even with all the military posture in their consistence, the wood held solid and carried a madly ability. Not only were the trees infused with vast quantity of lighting energy to counteract the toxic mien of the undead creatures in their grip, but they were also draining them of their power. It was as if the tree were digesting them as the sea floor was colonized.

With town-sized birds attacking from above, sea serpent almost as turgid as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing trees bursting from the ground like ear from a booby maw, the Titans had no way to escape their mass murder.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the rest of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming swords drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop up them up into sushi with a lightning-fast bustle of slashes. Butchered man of material body were sent flying as the sewerage line-sized tentacles were torn to shred by their brand. They all had confident smiles on their faces, unable to believe that they were actually battling a inferno Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a shout of determination, genus Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamical bombardment of slug and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a line of products of sausages. Even without using any variety of speed-enhancing spell, she was moving faster than the human being eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

down below, Molly was launching blades of wind from her chopper, chopping down the tentacles like tree diagram being hit with the shockwave of an atomic explosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her unanimous. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into strong ice. With a smile, mollie released a raw burst of world power from every inch of her organic structure, causing the frosty tentacle to shatter into pieces. Having been rescued, Molly looked down at rosemary, who had a genus Lens of ice get-up-and-go hovering in figurehead of her. Smiling under her helm, mollie blew a buss to her gay woman concubine and rosemary responded by forming a V with her forefinger and middle finger in front of her face.

Their flirting was cut short circuit as another cloud of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hired hand at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her piece."supernal Art : Nuclear split second !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her medal, carrying with it both devastating heat and deadly amounts of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer layer of their form were reduced to ash, every cellular phone having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic burst of energy. Materializing her chopper, Rosmarinus officinalis threw the weapon with all of her strength, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to break loose into dust.

Several loud howls echoed from tooshie her as a group of tentacles tried a surprisal onset. Clapping her manus together, Rosemary cast her following spell."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With ardor streaming from the edge and forming a hypnotic tail, her spinning cleaver returned and shooter past times her read/write head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flaming strike.

"rosemary, come on !"genus Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosmarinus officinalis caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the Hell Prince's huge vacillation arms. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their death and was done acting. Raising his octopus head, he revealed a fanged sassing underneath the webbed mat of discerp tentacles."daemon Art : Apocalypse outbreak !"he roared, casting the Saami spell that Devil had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone relocation !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, molly, Rosemary, and the Archangels desperately tried to escape from the attack but many were caught within it when the beam was finally unleash. Shaking all of Hell, the crimson radio beam of energy was launched with an nuclear explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash and the garden angelica caught within the beam were instantly dematerialized as every mote in their physical structure was converted to pure energy. The beam shot off across hellhole, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the pit can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his understructure, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : forest incarceration,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that could pick apart aside the tall skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a perpendicular tintinnabulation around him with massive offshoot grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man survey. A horizontal gang then formed from the vertical ring, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front man of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the back grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another apocalypse blast.

"This isn't a real prison, consider it more as a cradle for my next institution. Celestial Art : woodland blooming !"Baltoh called, finally raising his vocalism as he clapped his hands together.

As the celestial sphere of deep red energy charged between his jaws, a leafy branch fusillade from the vertebral column of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the offset, the Hell Prince screamed in pain in the neck as more branches began to burst out of his flesh, forming massive Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in a matter of irregular. Throughout his dead body, unstoppable branches were shredding his muscles, crushing his venous blood vessel, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the perfective tense station to open out and drain him of his push. Desperate to stave off his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing patch and reached out with a fresh outpouring of biting tentacles, but before they could even do near Baltoh, they stopped abruptly and were blanketed with bloom.

The forest continued to maturate and thrive, devouring Leviathan's organic structure and stealing his energy. By the time the go was complete, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his ivory were serving as the hold for countless massive trees, almost every heftiness and organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained integral. The Prince of envy had been killed, and in his destruction he had brought forth life.

With a smile, Baltoh turned to his lover and friends."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

genus Selene smiled."Ah shucks it, there is no way that he is going to let us live this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting tens of millions of new Crusaders while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the early position and reached the future area of Hell ; a desert of black sands.

"These are the Ash playing area,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the edge of the expansive desert.

Selene's eyes widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into cosmos as a daimon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these coal-black dune, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my entire animation here slaying demon upon their birth. This barren landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the land of the Hell Prince Old Nick, the first fiend that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup d'etat against Yahweh. Here, the souls hangdog of the sin of Pride are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slave of the Demons, serving as a work force out for building monuments and also as doxy. This desert serves a very singular use beyond just being a circle in Hell for which to penalize the darned, as it also serves as the provenience and nursery for Hell's daimon. This is where they all come into existence, born from the darkness of human being someone that can no longer endure the penalty and cease to exist."

"So is it the Saame job as with the others ?"Molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."Free the innocent and slaughter the fiend, the perfect way to expend and afternoon."



A never-ending ground forces of towers and memorial stood among the calamitous sand dune like tombstones in a graveyard, each made from an obsidian-like Harlan Fisk Stone formed from the ashes of fall apart skeletal system compacted together. They almost looked like the clay of a forest that endured the strike of a nuclear bomb. In the background, a vast lake of swirling firing stirred in an eternal maelstrom, and every s, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the ire and malice human being on Earth.

Underneath the burn sky, huge blocks of this I. F. Stone were quarried from wad and under the moxie by the slaves of Hell ; men, women, and children, all with tag end for clothes, emaciated bodies, and smoothing iron mask that were clamped around their capitulum. Moaning in pain as they worked, the hard worker moved the van-sized stoppage of stone to the monument being built, all while their demon Edgar Lee Masters barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their fire whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would keel over from enervation, the daemon or Gargoyles would gang up on them like vultures on a sassy carcass. Men and boy would be eaten awake, too tired to scream as the anatomy was pealed from their bones. cleaning lady and girls were raped to death and then their tear up organic structure were devoured. After a few minutes, the butcher remains of the hard worker would reclaim and the damned someone would total back to spirit, only to be put to work once again. From the meg upon billion of meaningless statues, Pyramid, and temple standing in the sand, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the cockcrow of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed several hundred air mile of desert and fought through the creatures of Hell, the followers of Baltoh had come to the concluding stint of the Desert of Pride.

In the apparition of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon posing in a onyx pot on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to rive faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The Demon's roar jumped in volume as the sleigh came to a sudden stop and did not propel, no matter how hard she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid middle on Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the fiend cracked her flaming whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the spiral could even snap back, the Demon's arm and headspring were sliced off by surprise attempt by Molly, who delivered the lethal snow with a powerful cut of her arch blade. The demon only had decent meter to cave in a single dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

listening the phone call of their Sister, all the devil and Gargoyles raised their chief in wakefulness and cursed as the Crusaders came into view, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their whip in one hired hand and weapons in the other, the devil leapt into action with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, garden angelica, and Valkyries slaughtered the devil by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more case of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So becalm that he might as well have been taking a stroll through the part, he annihilated every monster that came close without the flimsy trend or thought.

Above his capitulum, Selene and the others were decimating the forces of swarthiness with spell after spell, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy force was continuously getting strengthener in the flesh of new fiend and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would creep out of the Lake of blast, hungry for carnage, and the newborn Demons would claw their way up from secret, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an hour had passed since the battle began when the signaling holler were heard, letting everyone know that Devil had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The Demons and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his glide slope, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became muted, save for the bellow that had not ended. Yet there were more roars radiating from the background, midst with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another sin Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the professional of straining. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of terror as she remembered the big businessman 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 number as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with Beelzebub, each with their own Titan steed. He must own created them himself or used his powers to forcefully bond the essences of devil to constitute them. All together, I must say that their powerfulness 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 suppress her veneration. Baltoh inclined his pass as he tried to interpret their approaching office levels.

"If they all combined their power into a unmarried blowup, it would be the size of a solar system."

genus Selene's panting was lowering as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal amount of energy, but her mind was just ineffectual to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to devolve 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 seriousness in his voice. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his helping hand with her helmet assailable and a spirit of great worry and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even someone like you to resist such and attack ? Can you win this engagement ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming clash was beyond her comprehension.

With a smiling, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the ground. He lifted her Kuki and kissed her, brushing her care aside.

"genus Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have to a greater extent faith in me than anyone else in existence. What does your faith tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"Good. Now don't worry about me, just kvetch back and watch over the show. I think its prison term I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one last kiss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone hideaway ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smiling on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"Molly hollered, wiping the Demon stock off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to select tutelage of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let unloosen !"

molly gained a extensive smile of excitement, eager to see what power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! Master Baltoh is going to struggle !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to stay and see the clash, Baltoh's orders were obeyed and a full phase of the moon retreat was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the engagement would begin soon. With the assist of tour from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the crusader zipped across almost one-half of a grand miles of desert in a second gear and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"Angel Art : Heavenly position,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a massive moving-picture show screen, a canvas made of pure light appeared in the sky above the gang of meg with a real-time view of Baltoh at the field of honor. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black swarm ado in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening roar rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the aloofness that had been traveled. Covering their ears, everyone looked up at the screen as the master of Torture arrived, riding on the backs of giant as they escorted the Hell Prince of Pride. Like Satan and Leviathan, Prince of Darkness towered above all else, capable to easily wipe out a Titan with a single swat of his deal and destruct a good deal with a sweep of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the early hell on earth Princes so far see, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic anatomy and anatomy to it, and instead of one chief, he had seven. The seven humanoid question each stood at the end of a long powerful neck, with each head lacking eyes or a nose but instead having pointed ears and shark-like teeth. Six of the read/write head each had a horn protruding from the top of their straits with a crown looped around it like a band, but the seventh head had four of each. Lucifer's whole body had a much more repellant appearing the other Hell Princes ’, for instead of scales or hair, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscleman, grotesque and nighttime like a burn wound that had completely pealed away the flesh and singed the muscles underneath.

His long 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 eyes and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist proceeds. You, you have always been a thorn in my face and the encumbrance in the growth of my army. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you stand out to Earth before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally gear up to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not know about Satan and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their home and ended their pitiable lives once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven chief cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and rule over the Demons and the Masters of straining ! In the rank of Hell, only the Divine nobleman Tenebrous has greater power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create more sin Princes with a snap of his fingers ! You're in our cosmos traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so sure-footed and sure enough of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the maestro of Torture and Titans around and behind Devil. This lonesome 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 Same obvious misapprehension that the others made."

Six of the seven straits then looked in inverse directions, each spitting out a Horror Obelisk like a projectile and lodging them at the boundary of the battlefield. The one-seventh promontory looked straightaway up and opened its jaws, and six triangular daggers reached out of the binding of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a arena of wickedness hovering in the center.

"forcefulness OF nether region, LEND ME YOUR military posture !"he bellowed as the six revulsion obelisk all caused the power of Lucifer and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their swords, all the Masters of Torture began channeling their energy straight towards the sector of darkness above his seventh head, while channeling the index of their behemoth mounts through their own organic structure. With the power of a hundred Masters of torment and Titans pumping through his veins, all with their strength multiplied by the Horror obelisk, friction match's energy story more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a look of surprisal as he felt the Hell Prince's might spirit level skyrocket without any sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Old Nick could very well learn the Throne of Hades through such a knock-down combination.

At the beach of the Sea of Envy, everyone struggled to breath and ride out on their feet as Old Nick's superpower levels weighed down upon them like an entire sea. Finally, a great eye opened in the center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a shining red ten-pointed hotshot 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 attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to induce been for nothing."

With a roar in answer, Beelzebub opened the jaws of one of his school principal and launched an Apocalypse blast, several metre more powerful than Satan and Leviathan's. This clock time, the natural force orbit that stood around Baltoh was not strong enough to keep back the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his hand, hovering in that same spot with the light beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving fomite. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the bam, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly worlds apart from the Tempter and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to launch so practically index with just one of his psyche was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would postulate all seven headspring together to form and manipulate the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's eye widened as Lucifer's pharynx met his view, the Scheol Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe length but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's read/write head reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the boundary of the field and flicked the air with his digit, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as powerful as a meteor wallop. Lucifer was thrown back with ripples traveling through his consistence but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped mineral vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should possess ripped off all his head and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his tycoon isn't the only affair that has been enhanced…'

"Demon Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his mind, Lucifer shot out his glossa like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh quicker than a high-caliber heater. Warping in the air, the spit mutated and changed in physical body, covering itself in leaf blade of bone. With a electric switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible blade of vertical zip, slicing the outgrowth in half down the middle. Undeterred by the injury, the two one-half of the tongue went in opponent charge and then converged on him.

With another twitching of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the split percentage of the lingua. Prince of Darkness showed no sign of feeling any annoyance, and with a lash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the discerp knife. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to grab him and reappeared to the English, launching another blade and severing the natural language. To the sound of Lucifer's booming gag, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a nuisance,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his hand."heavenly Art : Star Birth."

A humble sphere of red light shot from the tip of his finger, flying over to Lucifer and entering his bothersome capitulum. In a deafening holloa and a blinding New York minute, the head word was ripped apart by a miniature nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the destruction of his headway, but within second gear, the singed physical body could be seen quivering and regenerated as the foreland was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : timberland prison house,"Baltoh cast, clasping his hands together.

On a scale never before seen in the history of the population, a colossal Tree burst out of the priming coat beside Lucifer and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a pack around the Hell Prince while branch grew out from the upcountry and grabbed his limbs, wing, and heads. The Tree was so large that it had more than three times the flora biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a hollering, Old Nick opened up his next head and vomited up a falls of black goo, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the wood to release Grey with death and deteriorate as if through hastened chemical decomposition reaction. Baltoh sighed in pain and Lucifer opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"fiend Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a machine gun.

These totems were dissimilar from the Horror Obelisks and hellhole Abysses, with an Egyptian-style dagger that towered at thirty metrical unit in height, surrounded on all four sides by human skeleton in the cupboard frozen in a look of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a vast mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most powerful atomic blowup with their fuse power. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his arms crossed and a look of boredom on his typeface. Back at the Sea of envy, everyone was watching the scene with expression of awe and care, waiting for their savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a complete and utter halt as every atom within its circumference sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which issue loses the power to actuate. All the expanding gasses and dust in the explosion were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the enchantment and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the ground like a sandstorm with the sudden loss of the lead, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the slide looked at the screen raised his or her manus and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power absorption, transformation, summoning, poisonous acid, and energy flak. If my hypothesis is correct, the last two header each have their own unique power.'

"Demon Art : specter Nightmare !"Lucifer bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, daystar slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of zip from the master of Torture and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the Hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from persuasion, but from all other senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, palpate his vigor, or otherwise find out any touch of his energy throughout snake pit, 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 superpower to halt my senses…"

"rightfield you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a giant catching a fly. Everyone watching the fight gasped in horror, believing the battle to be over, but the Valkyries and garden angelica all had confident grinning, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a sorry attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal Plague !"Baltoh called out from inside Lucifer's mouth.

A minute after the proclamation of the spell, Old Nick released Baltoh and howled in pain. Everyone watching the covert of tripping back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained smiles of relief and joy as it became obvious. Old Nick was swinging his one-fifth caput wildly as his dentition and flesh slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a green moss-like cloth. It was a meat-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly inviolable appetency for Demon flesh and daemon energy. With all the magnate in Old Nick's physical structure, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Lucifer drew a long dagger-like blade of red and pitch blackness steel and used it so sever the infected pass before the virus could fan out. 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 power when fighting daimon and Archangels. But I should warn you now, that blade will sustain no more affect on me than any of your other powers. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roaring of frustration, Lucifer cast a piece of healing to rectify his promontory and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a tintinnabulation and each looking in the center, a sphere of red and Shirley Temple Black Energy began to form, rumbling with instability. The Masters of straining and Titans were struggling to respire as they pumped every cliff of energy they had into Lucifer while he charged the sphere. After only a few seconds, it was in a wholly early league from the Apocalypse Eruption, keen enough to possibly rip a hole between dimensions or cause the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your nerveless endeavor to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the area reached vital mass.

"Please, the most powerful Hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most powerful bacteria. take into account me to indicate you the honest power of a god. ethereal Art : astronomical mind. ethereal Art : universal joint sculptor,"he said with a deep haunting spokesperson as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of influence of pure black subject materialized, as great as a mountain and more ominous than the scout of an approaching army. Everyone watching the conflict, be it crusader or skipper of Torture, gazed at the sphere and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even morning star was filled with unequaled awe and fear. It was a blackness hollow ; a literal orb of matter so dense and heavy that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human understanding. It was a beacon, the end of all reason and arguing. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The only reason why it wasn't causing the fill in and total destruction of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal Sculptor magical spell to influence the laws of physics themselves, allowing him to alter or inactivate them however he wanted.

"I would have got on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the shameful hole's gravitational pull to spill out in a small master release.

In a roar so loud that it was heard throughout all of sin, every grain of sand within the blackness desert and every drop of the liquid flaming in the Lake of flak were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every metric grain of George Sand from every single human spirit that crumbled away within the dunes from all across time was pulled into the dark and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in disappointment as a swarm of surging lightlessness sand blocked his or her aspect like a TV buzzing with stable. Reluctantly, Phosphorus reabsorbed the top executive of his turn and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the strength to cast carapace strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty minutes in which nobody moved, the last grains of sand and drops of liquid flak were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were monolithic temples and altars, adorned with tan statues of Angel and garden angelica. Radiating from the synagogue like ripples in a pond, townsfolk of sandstone had been built, with coliseum, forums, dramatics, and row of star sign from mansions to huts. It was an integral web of cities.

"Damn it, I can't move,"Lucifer cursed, barely capable to address. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every professional of straining and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my finale. Now, determine the dependable difference between our force and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a bass authoritative representative as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the black hole shattered into X of billions of marble, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitational effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the wits across the sky, holding them above the battleground with each weighing as much as a whole adept. With the Torah of natural philosophy altered, Baltoh released the swarm of marble down onto Satan and his minions. Falling like durable meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without clemency, piercing the underworld Prince and each Demon uncountable times, each experiencing an execution like xx loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

Lucifer, the passkey of straining, and the Titans didn't even have fourth dimension to scream as their consistence were thrust ten of millions of times, each filled with more holes than a looker sponge. From the speed and office of the falling marbles, aerosolized devil line filled the air and pulp, muscle, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon contact with the ground, a huge dust cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the dirt, bedrock, and endless layer of Lucy Stone, using only their weight and impulse. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a single trace of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In blank space of the battlefield, a massive pit had been carved into Hell, deepening every bit as the blanket of black jam marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with deafening applause upon the recurrence of his following, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the Hell Prince and a small army of Titan-level Demons. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like kids on a trampoline, the archangel were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, molly, and rosemary pounced on him as if desperate to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the admittedly challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her finis and giving her a hanker, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the mesh of Rome-like metropolis scattered across the city. Baltoh smiling gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remnant from the age before Tenebrous, when the pits was under the jurisdiction and control of Yahve and promised land. The Angels and garden angelica lived here while they worked, punishing the sinner that were cast into this realm for their offense. Originally, there were hundred of these cities scattered across Hell, like the garrison that dotted the Roman border wall that served as little towns for soldiers. These village were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the throne of inferno and took it over, turning it into a region of Demons."

"wellspring schoolmaster, with the Ash battleground and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at least you won't see too many devil and Gargoyles,"Rosmarinus officinalis mused, relighting Baltoh's grinning before he turned to his Crusaders.

"social reformer ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his major power to increase the tycoon of his voice so that everyone would take heed him. The armored followers all became silent, eagerly awaiting the next lodge from their commander.

"I am gallant of all of you, you have all helped me domesticise perdition in the public figure of light and justice. However, you can not follow me past this gunpoint, as my next destination is the Dunes of Sloth. You are all to return to the Sea of Envy, the urban center of ire, the burning at the stake lea and the rest of the Ash theater, and continue freeing innocent soul. I know the next rotary very well, and believe me when I say that it is better if I bring as few the great unwashed as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of Hell, the area we've actually covered and the identification number of innocent souls is miniscule compared to the entirety of this planet. There is still a lot of work to be done in the areas we've crossed. If you truly wishing to wait on me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in dashing hopes and frustration, the loyal Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's lodge and turned around, going back to do a second end run of the crossed land. Baltoh then turned to Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned metropolis, peering into the plate and edifice as he sampled the lost culture. genus Selene, molly, Rosemary, Michael, Raffaello Sanzio, and Gabriel were the only I with him, the rest of the archangel having left with the Crusaders to help oneself fight back any Titans of victor of torment that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to image out his truthful logical thinking for sending away the abandoned armies. Stepping into an abandoned plate, Baltoh picked up an Angel Falls statue made of Hellsilver, several times older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying more attention to your surroundings. After all, opposite to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the former inhabitancy of your predecessor. Humanity is far elder than you know, and the Angelica Archangelica that came before you are the ones who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the next desert and go on going through Hell ?"molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those police that I said even I couldn't break ? One of them controls trend through Hell ; you can only be active from one band by crossing through the others between you and your name and address. Basically, as far as crossroad over through the proportion with Angel ability go, you can only jump back and forth between different surface area of the forget me drug that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the Dunes of laziness have even more rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping long distance, and no super-speed. The solely way to pass over the desert is on foot. As long as tenebrious exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his sward,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to walk across the entire circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his foot hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't take the Crusaders with us. If we are traveling on foot, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign of the zodiac placed on the side of the building, taking a irregular to trace the strange dialect of Enochian.

"The Dunes of laziness have another name, they are known as the Desert of the lost. It's a shifting sea of grit that can hide and reveal anything at any time. It also causes delusion. If we took our army in there, we would be lucky to amount out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the lost is of a very unique assortment of levels of Hell, in that the netherworld Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the hell on earth Prince of Sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his spirit is fused with the Desert of the Lost, meaning that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his creative thinker moves far to slowly to form thoughts, but his Department of Energy and oppressive existence are still rich and herculean. The Demon and Gargoyle universe in the desert is inconceivable to value, as they can be swallowed by the guts and buried for one C before finally resurfacing. Though there should be little to no luck of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a modest cavern chamber, gazing with almost a sad look on his face. The walls were decorated with trinkets and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblets, daggers, and flint-lock pistols, to band, flasks and sentinel, all ranging across sentence on Earth and each tens of G of netherworld old age old. They were resting in shelf hand-carved into the stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were funnies of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A hammock was strung up across the sleeping accommodation, made from tree diagram from the islet of the Damned. The cave entry looked out over the Desert of the doomed from a towering mountain steeple in the very outskirts of the barren.

Her wing fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entry and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your dwelling ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew wear out of battle, I would come here to kip. I picked this cave because the Dunes of acedia are the lowest berth anyone would dare feel for me. Even original of Torture and Titans are afraid of forever becoming lost in the sands. But luckily, it's just close enough to the Desert of Pride so that I can find it and go out it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his fingerbreadth through the airstrip of fabric hanging from the cap.

Selene picked up an old pocket watch from one of the shelves carved into the bulwark. It looked so fragile ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a characterisation of beautiful woman. The crank font of the watch was so cloudy and scratched that the hands and routine were invisible and the ikon was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even fig out the fair sex's haircloth color. The womanhood looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be more accurate, they are the belongings of the hoi polloi that I am made of. When hoi polloi come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the meter of their death. knight, soldiers, cops, executioners, begetter, son, brothers… Their fuse sprightliness and will created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of Scheol for their holding, trying to translate who I am and who I was. I guess that my pursuance has prevented my around-the-clock devil slaughter from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hammock, making it creek.

"damn, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the menstruation of time in perdition, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the homo human race and find this place still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the tissue branches of the mound, remembering the time and skill it took to create and flashing back to each individual part.

genus Selene had a ardent grin on her face, getting a singular satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as man as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"Come on child, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With string linking them together, the group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any probability, he refused to take chances losing anyone to the sands. The going was far dumb than anyone had expected. Marching across arenaceous dune is hard, but unlike the sand dune back on Earth, the towering hills of sand did not detain still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like waves on the choppy ocean, meaning that walking a heterosexual person line and staying balanced was insufferable. Everyone gave the mental order for their armor to go away, greatly lightening their weight unit and making the punishing trek easier, but it was still a cursed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the unsufferable MArch and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wings, but after rising five off he soil, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in electrical shock, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the blaze happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his whole body shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the background becomes the sky. This desert is thickly with reality-bending rules that not even I may break. I can't even cast a turn because it will immediately disappear and reappear in the space 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 most likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of water in his hand, only for it to go away in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient role and don't let your conclude to keep open moving waver. If we keep walking, we will overhaul through this desert without any trouble. Don't worry, I may not be able to cast any spells, but I am More than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't trouble, in this desert, sentence bend dexter in elbow room that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the book binding of a sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a huge cargo ship.

The Ernst Boris Chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fright and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean floor, the receding sand dune had lowered the Baroness Dudevant tier and exposed what was underneath it. There was a radical of people, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of miserable agony on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for avail. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new moxie sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"rosemary asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the early the great unwashed in Hell. The Desert of the Lost villein as the prison for four sort of sinners ; suicide victim that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their painful sensation, lazy worthless parasites that helped no one, cowards that allowed criminal offence and calamity occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their lifespan to one matter and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is round-eyed : they denied themselves the world and choose to live in wickedness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their annoyance from life in an endless wheel while their minds are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning superpower of Belphegor.

Suicide victim and multitude who brought forth their own misery and sadness into their minds are played their lives over and over again beneath the litoral, sloths and Noel Coward are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed calamity to aim place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in life and turned away from the humanity lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the while, Belphegor floods their thinker and souls with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant. It is a terrible fate, one that truly confidence trick my bosom when I think about it. But we will not be able to assist any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and slay him from mightiness, so we must continue onward.

Everyone be careful, as your creative thinker may very well suit your bad opposition out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandy sea.



For a completely immeasurable amount of time, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got leisurely. More time was spent waiting for a dune to pass 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 baron seeping into their creative thinker, causing each of them to experience nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiousness and traumatic flashbacks.

In the vertebral column, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with shame, choler, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his depose enemy, even when they fought together against the daimon. 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 stand out Baltoh and be the one to kill him, but the bastard was always potent than him, wiping the trading floor with the Archangel in every conflict, and now he was a god, spitting in the face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only matter greater than his hatred was his ignominy, shame that he allowed himself to hang so far and Baltoh tor cost increase so high. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his heap began to blear and his hearing became muffled.

Next in logical argument was Raffaello Santi, he too experiencing mental turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and learn him say. He had been right every time, shaking Raphael's belief to its core. The fact that he had transcended to the throne of Cinereo and could control both light and shadow as well as the superpower of the cosmea proved that there was a stratum of Maker 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 erstwhile Ash discipline, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when pit was dissimilar. He had always been told that Maker created Heaven, perdition, and Earth and brought Forth life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of equate index to Jehovah, came later and managed to steal Hell from the Angels themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create spirits like Jehovah and Tenebrous could create Archangels and demon, but he could create real life, giving entities two liveliness times in beingness. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and fiend ? Did they lose their faith in Jehovah because they new the truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Maker and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these doubtfulness, sand began to cling to his skin and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a gang of mass, entombed in Harlan Fiske Stone with looks of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the primer lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the rough jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the needlelike protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause impairment. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their feet and continued marching.

Ahead in the Ernst Boris Chain was Gabriel, shaking his headway from side to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pounds. In his psyche, he began to ponder the possible action that he would not survive this journeying through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the snake pit Princes like fly ball, he had seen regular army of Crusaders rise up and unblock the innocent mortal of netherworld, and he had seen the impossible turn uncouth. But now a mere desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the flesh, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the true power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the beast, trying to face up the god of duskiness while literally walking through his greatest advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is break down his digit and produce an army of snake pit Princes to shoot down us while he and Baltoh fight in an unavoidable stalemate. Even now, we're completely incapacitated against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should have come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the affright and completely unaware of the toilsome sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in stock was Molly, who felt so unhinged that she almost expected to throw up. While she walked, her head had begun to roll, and against her will, it strayed into a geographical zone that she had forbidden herself to seem into. retentiveness of her torture and death at the hands of the Demons back in New York were seeping into her subconscious like ink on tweed material. She had shed her individual physical structure and had one that held no cicatrice of her torment, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her saint organic structure, and she had even been intimate and found love, yet she could not judder away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is faulty with me ? Why do I experience this way ? I'm supposed to throw moved on, but it all feels so fresh and recent. Maybe something really is wrong with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the initiative thing I do to deal with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me ? ! I'm naught but a desperate lady of pleasure, getting used by everyone and doing nil about it ! I'm silly !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and depression as her mind began replaying her torment in graphic particular over and over again, all while her body moved like a marionette on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red oculus glowing, the conglomerate of sinner roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and seize them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy tides. No one paid any tending to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walk in front of molly was Rosemary, struggling to move through the dunes while she kept her eyes fixated on genus Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a cold Harlan Fiske Stone in her chest, yet doubt 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 romantic bond of dear, she gave into her oceanic abyss, darkness, shameful desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a dire crack-whore or a snatch victim with her so slavish and degenerative that she would take in allowed a mathematical group of strangers to gang up bang her on his slightest whim. Then, after that James Bond was made, he reduced her to one of his concubines, using her as just an fixings in an riot, where she threw herself and obeyed the char she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual toy, and she would forever be too eager and volition to modify it. She wasn't his devotee ; she was his property.

With each whole step she took, these twisted lies were repeated in her mind. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like mollie, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how hard she tried to shake off it off, she could not rid herself of her concern, fear of the future. She was only a few metrical foot from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more disjunct. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their feelings for each other, inviolable as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human liveliness ? Had the nakedness she felt for drunken revelry and letting him have it off early woman been her subconscious trying to tell her that the way she felt wasn't material ? That their love was nothing more than sex wrapped in a thin veil of false emotions ? Even if their love was strong, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to guess that God loved humans and loved his archangel, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't aid less and didn't bother to get involved, she couldn't help but question if that was the like circumstances she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an all-powerful immortal. What hope did she have of being able to celebrate the stake of soul who could influence the universe itself ? How could she celebrate the attention of soul who could create life and change realism ? With such a vast deviation between them, was there even a opportunity of maintaining their sexual love, or would this be like a teenage lady friend trying to observe a human relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another state that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these dubiousness over and over, her dead body was flooded with desperation. She was so terrified of the chance of the end of their human relationship that her whole dead body was trembling and she could not keep tears from running down her cheeks. With her senses beginning to fade, she reached out to touch 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 lifespan. You're the alone man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My entire globe has been completely reshaped all because of you and my making love for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever make me happy again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be capable to stop 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 speak."Michael, while our powers may not let been equal, you were my rival 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 champion, because your dedication was so much like mine that we could bear been like brothers. I have always regretted that he had to be enemy instead of allies.

Raffaello Sanzio, even if your religion is lost, don't lose yourself. Don't break up because what you learn about the world, form your own worldly concern around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is false, your mission, your duty, and your identity are as straight as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never pass on anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost faith in ourselves. That is where true strength comes from ; resoluteness and confidence.

molly, you are far solid than you give yourself recognition. It is unheard of for an Angel to recover from scar in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a intent that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought puff in the shape of affaire, as that only means you were too strong to let your demise slow you down and bankrupt your future. You truly are strong and it's why I love you.

rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be felicitous for the bond we part. 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 crucial to me, and I will always keep you in my nub and love you. I love you, rosemary. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those Holy Writ, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a ardent smile."Even with my godly business leader, there is no way for me to properly verbalise how a good deal I love you and how I always will. I could take every star in the world and drop a line a poem in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still consider it a failure to show you depth of my love. I could create a planet with life, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to develop until it is able to defecate a speech sound so beautiful that I would use it to do a symphony to try and let you bang how glad you make me, but it would never be good enough. Selene, I love you with all my affectionateness, the nitty-gritty that I have only because of you."

The exponent of his Book instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poison of the Desert of the doomed. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sensory faculty of a weight being lifted off their shoulder so great that they couldn't retrieve the last time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's sensory faculty returned to their original sharpness and the slow-forming membranes of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raphael crumbled into sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with mollie falling to her genu, Rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hired man against her forehead, and genus Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the exercising weight of his voice communication, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of acedia and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our nous the whole time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his hood like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to differentiate when you are hurting. I figured saying the words you all needed to see would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosemary below, nuzzling his hired hand like an warm cat.



With their life revitalized and protected by Baltoh's actor's line, everyone followed him with renewed vigor. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to shoot down Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not bomb. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more hide out peril and mystery beneath the sands. Dunes would roll aside to bring out cocooned flavour with expressions of agony, demon and Bleaks that would surface for only a mo and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the Sand. On their journey, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The imprecate soul were few and far between, but they all had exchangeable rag for clothes that covered their bodies and almost all carried some kind of walking stick. They paid absolutely no tending to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the doomed Ones. These are the souls who wasted their lives in selfish and fruitless fixation, shutting themselves off from the man. For their sin, they lose all senses, and because of it, they are often the start ones to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this point, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are cypher but specter in their reality,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped straits to toe in tatter to protect himself from the moxie walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, look ahead, I think we have difficulty,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a cloud of sand and rubble was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"shucks it, that is really going to slow us down."



Forsaking easy movement for trade protection, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armor flesh, using the wooing to keep the twist and sand from blasting them. While the going was slow before, everyone now ducking in the farting as they tried to walk through the splashing waves of sand had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his eyes and face from the sand, ineffective to do anything to stop it in the desert. He had to play by tenebrous'rules while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the sand dune of slothfulness. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping steadfast footing was next to out of the question. In just a few proceedings, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy humankind, only with the string between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to figure out where the voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the jazz died down and everyone looked up, gasping in horror. A sand dune, as declamatory as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, moments before the dune fell and enveloped them.

Being tossed through the tides like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the concatenation for lamb life-time. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this tempest, there was no telling what could chance. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the gumption at bay, Baltoh's blood line ran cold as he sensed a very dark front nearby. Something was there with them, something with a power darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first fourth dimension since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his heart, as the Ernst Boris Chain around his shank suddenly became falling off. The chain had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the Baroness Dudevant, grasping her hand.

She held on desperately with panic radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's strength, her script slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the laws of Tenebrous siphoning whatever business leader he built up, Baltoh could do nothing as he sank bass and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the guts around him disappeared and he fell into open space, as if he had been swimming in the sea and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his middle widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as line of descent with everything from lead to satellite, all inhabited solely by demon, Gargoyles, colossus, and passkey of Torture. Compared to this galax, the population in Hell was little more than a lilliputian spit of the population, like comparing a little bacterium culture to all the animation on worldly concern. Even though it was an factual galaxy, the place around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and go to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made promiscuous particle look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the center of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the macrocosm in bit, he came to the right-down kernel of the galax ; a fiery whirlpool as all-embracing in diameter as an entire solar system, and hovering over the center was a black throne, made from human and daemon finger cymbals. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the tycoon of hell, Tenebrous.

The god of dark had a somewhat similar build to all daemon, but was mostly singular. Instead of grey disgraceful, his skin was a deep bloody red and he was far more muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black spikes running up his stage and forearms. He had three Set of horns, two like a goat's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his synagogue, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old saddle horn, and above them hovered a cap of Hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a ness that grew out of his scummy back and reached upwards past his mind with five bony ridge keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a huge webbed hand. His centre were jet-black with fiery fleur-de-lis, he had slit-like nostrils instead of a android nose, and his abnormally with child lower jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight human foot in pinnacle, practically a gnawer or insect when compared to the Titan or Hell Princes, but his big businessman was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day prospicient than you could possibly guess, the day in which I would finally conflict someone as right as I. Welcome, Baltoh, receive to your doom."His words literally carried so a good deal weight that anyone of Archangel degree or lower would be killed upon hearing them. Tenebrous stood up, holding his arms out to his sides."Behold ! The ground forces of perdition, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and exact your great power, I will set down from inferno and use this extragalactic nebula of follower to conquer all of Cinereo, and then, Shangri-la itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my domain and put down everything I have worked to build. I decided to just make for to me so that we could agitate this battle once and for all. Your ally are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to survive, I suggest you try and beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore sword of red and blackness metal, the Saame form of metal that Lucifer's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate battle begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a aslope chop shot to the cervix.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a John Major disappointment if you think you can push me with a steel of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright flash as their swords met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the lighter receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each early and thirty human foot of space between them. Almost the integral blade of Tenebrous'steel was gone and the Demon magnate had a immense cut going through his thorax, carving through the go out side of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his heart.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and clear bending around the jet-black brand."And you're a major disappointment if you think I would fight you with a blade of Hellsteel. This brand is made from the matter of a Negroid hole and has the Saame density and weight of one. Whenever something touches the vane, its gravitative pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic horizontal surface. For the transient present moment, it is capable to absorb light itself, meaning that it is more than equal to of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, drag your genuine sword and fight down me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true up Demon Billie Jean King, still sitting in his total darkness throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the real number Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very near, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are desirable of fighting me. Very well, I shall do your asking and brass you ; no thaumaturgy, no laws, just raw power."appearance in his hired hand, another claymore mine appeared, this one with a blade of condense Hellfire, almost like the compress flames of a star topology."Now let the battle of the Supreme Being truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



Selene's bright Green eyes opened and she groaned in soreness, feeling like a brake shoe that had been tossed in a drier. Without moving, she looked around through the visor of her helm, but could not discern any of her environs, as the glass was covered with some sort of gooey nub. While her altogether eubstance ached, she managed to lift her hand and wipe off most of the slime. Blinking to clear her vision, she looked around at her environs and gagged in horror. She was inside some sort of carven with the bulwark, story, and ceiling made of slimy soma. She looked down both commission of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain sensation, she slowly got to her feet, gladiolus she was wearing her airtight armour as she realized that her whole body was covered in the mucus-like gook of the fleshy cave. However, her pilus was hanging out of the back of her helm and it had turned to rope from the sludge. Trying to stay on her feet, she raised her energy layer, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its pilot shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her voice echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fuck am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the sound of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a faint voice murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated paries for the source of the voice.

"In here…"the voice whispered as a small earth tremor shook of the sheep pen 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 busy peeling off his cutis with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt tone on his expression and blood oozing from his combat injury that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Circle of gula, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to survive suffer until the end of metre inside the netherworld Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you poor man,"genus Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to root for him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail main and tried to commit him complimentary of the fleshy prison, but his limb almost appeared to induce fused with the walls. She gave another twist, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh shit, I am so sorry,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't thing, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand eld, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to feel my physical structure get peeled away by those tiny bugs and the military strength pulled from my eubstance by Baal. There is zip that can injure me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be free soon. My boyfriend is going to kill Tenebrous and unfreeze all the unacquainted someone. But I need to know, ingest you seen anyone in here with armour like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was white. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the Archangels. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hall to the sound of her clinking armour, genus Selene had her power level raised to clear her path, knowing that there could be danger around every corner. She felt like the television camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with former gluttons, all locked within the wet folds and in dissimilar stages of their umptieth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

spring over a pit in the trading floor, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the iniquity like a geyser was a swarm of the leechlike Gargoyles, ravening and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White flame !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a inundation of fire almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a smile as she listened the scream and pop music of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all dead, she ended the charm and looked down into the pit to see the damage she had caused. While not even ash remained from the leech, the Department of the Interior of the fleshy tunnel didn't even have a single tan mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing thunder and sudden mop up of the walls countered her mental rejection. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine shaft, the corridor ahead began to shut down in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her position. All the the great unwashed trapped in the folds of the wall moaned in annoyance from the sudden movement. Hoping for different result, genus Selene aimed her hand at the tightening tunnel."ethereal Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her eye from the light, she fired a massive shaft of electricity, hoping to blow the tunnel back open. The closing tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it whole like starving man stuffing his grimace. No damage had been done ; her attack was a unsuccessful person. Cursing the state of affairs, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a child in a playground slide. After falling a hundred invertebrate foot, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a bank along the side of a pool of stomachic pane, as enceinte as a pond. With the sound of movement echoing from the shaft behind her, Selene cursed and leapt across the putting green bubbling pool.

Hissing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of dot that covered them. With whiplashing fastness, they pulled Selene down into the puddle and the gastric superman consumed her. Beneath the surface, Selene once again mentally thank Baltoh for making the suit of clothes airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer stratum and her hair had already been disintegrated.

Drawing Forth her leaf blade into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a large flap of her annexe, propelling herself out of the pool. Having landed on the early slope with her armor now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and shake off a healing turn."celestial Art : Time Replenish !"

Through a small form of time alteration, she began to mend her armor, returning it to its original commonwealth, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the saint used in times of exorcism.

A aloud scuttling sound drew her attention and she raised her head with a curse. Crawling out of the folds of the fleshy walls were billions of the worms and spidery parasite that genus Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"Angel Art : Holy burning !"
shining brighter than a microscope stage light, a flood of halcyon flames surged down from the adjacent corridor, forcing genus Selene to embrace her eyes and shield herself with her wing. The sanctum flames filled the sleeping room like a flood lamp, incinerating the parasites but leaving Selene unharmed. As the skunk cleared, Selene opened her annexe and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"hoot, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any familiar faces, commit me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's consistency is basically one titan network of stomachs and the Interior are almost completely immune to damage. My magic spell and brand just slip off corresponding oil on water."
"well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just induce to find a veridical passing, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the screen background, larger than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing Forth River smoke and pure molten gold instead of magma. Castles and keep had been built into the side of the volcano with damned someone streaming in and out, either going in to meet their punishment or coming out with gold bricks tied to their organic structure with barbed wire, weighing them down to the level where they could barely impress and lacerating their flesh. For over a hundred Roman mile, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with mess of personal self-control, taken from those condemned to the rophy of rapacity.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artefact stretched from across sentence, including object such as Persian coins, Ag jewelry, and bricks of dollar bills. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chain of pits, leading to the veins of molten atomic number 79 beneath the Edwin Herbert Land. There, the darned souls would toss their shiny exercising weight back into the ardor and march back to the mountain to retrieve it in a satisfying physical body so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery perdition was a barrier of batch, literally making it a lot of Hell.

In this world, there were four kind of punishments : you either carried the amber to the pits where they would be melted back down and hang back to the vent while barbed telegram cut through your muscles like a hot knife through butter, you would confinement in the volcano to make the amber bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to mellow off the castanets, you were thrown down into the infernal region where you were boiled in run gold with your consistence always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the piles of trinkets or precious metal, forever feeling your os shatter and your variety meat collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would mean certain death if it drew the Hell Prince to them. There was little prospect for selection against mammon, Prince of rapacity.

"So where do we go ?"mollie asked, looking around to make certain that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just piddle for the delimitation and hope we can allow for unnoticed. From there, it's all a matter of trying to find our bearings. But I know nothing for sure, as I have never been to underworld. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the very outskirts of the dead on target circle."

"Intruders !"a daemon howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of ripped clothes.

With a holla, Molly pointed her hand at the Demon and launched a flak of lightning, but the creature dodged the eruption and returned with a Dark Pulse, all the while alerting every demonic entity in the area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blast, causing it to turn away and convert direction midstream.

"demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the earth, a wasted handwriting reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but Molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to image out where she had gone. Before he could even realize he was in her shadow, she decapitated it from behind with a swing of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the soil, the hollo of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around mollie and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to make for the border !"Molly said as he flapped her offstage.

Flying low to the basis, the two fighters swerved between the mickle of junk with the forces of hell firing beam of light of energy down to try and hit them. Each missed beam would make a active blowup, throwing artefact and trapped mortal into the air like specks of dirt. As they glided at top fastness, a skeletal deal salvo from the land and grabbed Molly's ankle. The evildoer was not nearly impregnable enough to overtake her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilize Molly and send her rolling across the ground.

"molly !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past tense her.

molly looked up and her heart widened as a building-sized good deal of gold bricks was directly hit with a Dark Pulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the passel to lean over and form an avalanche of crushing metallic element. rule gold could never hurt molly in her pattern physique, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could wear ivory, and she could not become impalpable and pass through it.

"Celestial Art : crack cocaine Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a muscular gale force tip, more powerful than any dry land storm. The powerful steer and the blades of zip it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monster in the air. The beasts were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken bones and a few from getting melon-sized holes blasted in their thorax. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A deafening roar pushed aside Molly's acquired self-confidence as a literal quite a little of old self-possession erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the configuration of a colossal turtle with armoured legs, neck opening, and facial expression and fortress on her back, brimming with cannons. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red beam eyes, the turtle swiveled her cannon in their management and began firing Dark pulse rate, tossing the fighters through the air with the blowup alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its range, then it can't hurt us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an plosion and landed roughly on a tidy sum of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to appease low to the ground. If we go up above the heaps, that affair will shoot us out of the sky,"Molly said as she picked up a purpurate natural rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a woman in a tragic sex-related death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to worldly concern. I bet Selene and rosemary would get a rush 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 heap of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"molly laughed.

"Demon Art : Shade Shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of destruction through the junkyard, she caught up to mollie and Gabriel with the speeding of a bullet.

"Oh motherfucker ! ethereal Art : Sonic Sprint !"Molly swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were unseeable, mollie and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another way of wipeout in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the polo-neck took aim with her cannons and hit them both with a direct outpouring of iniquity Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the flat coat with smoking armor like a span of racecars.

"I have an mind, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to rest awake as she used a spell to animate her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtle like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The light beam of light source caused massive measure of ravaging to the fortress on the turtleneck's back, each encroachment compeer to the crash and blowup of a propane truck. But regardless of the legal injury inflicted, the fortress would repair itself like flesh through a healing spell, insuring that the cannons were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the savage, molly went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : star birthing ! Celestial Art : Null Gravity !"

She fired the small celestial sphere of red light as the second magical spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery trice, a miniature nuclear fusion reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in nuisance."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, finish her !"

"Angel Falls Art : Lord Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flipped polo-neck with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the footing with more mogul than a carpenter's plane clash and instantly shattered every ivory and plate in her organic structure. Blood and guts sprayed in all counselling as the turtle was ripped open like a bloated carcass, sending blade of bone through the air that were as solid and acutely as metal.

"damn, she was elusive,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not tough enough. Come on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No Sooner had the fire sword been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their stifle by a moody energy on the air, making their limbs feel like dummy. The aura was partnered with a forte monstrous roar, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of mammon, Hell Prince of Greed.



Rosemary's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to visualize out where she was. She was suspended on the wall of a medium-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval world-beater's chamber. A bed with hanging drapery sat in the nook, with a hot tub bubbling on the former side of meat of the elbow room. The flooring had profuse rug and the walls were decorated with painting and statues of au naturel figures, many in the middle of affaire. There were no doors or windows in the room and no visible source 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 kiss of the air or the chomp of the metal bond, but Rosemary quickly realized that she was completely bare. She tried to draw on her baron to recover her armor or ruin her binds, but she could not muster up the effectiveness. She was not tired or sleepy, but her trunk was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her Negro haircloth and greyish hide tone of voice, the woman looked exactly like Rosmarinus officinalis ; same body, same pinnacle, Sami face, Saame everything. She too was completely raw, standing two understructure below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"rosemary mumbled, wincing from the line that was being worn into her cervix by her alloy collar.

"The Circle of lecherousness,"the woman answered as she leaned forward and mess up on Rosemary's tits, tickling her nipple to full full stop with her breather. Rosemary shivered at the suddenly sparkle of foreplay at the tantalization of her exposed eubstance. She tried to focalise her mind, needing to regain control and frame out a way to free herself.

"Are you the Hell Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this land, but"Prince"is just a empty-headed moniker. I have no gender or body other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your eubstance ; this sweet innocent physical structure,"she said coyly before running her clapper up rosemary's flat belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a osculation on the center of her chest.

rosemary's breathing became flying and shoal as she tried to suppress the knock-down flush of arousal and hotness that swept through her. The sultry touch of this stranger's tongue against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take on supererogatory special care of you, so I decided that since you are an surplus special guest, I would show that Hell isn't only about pain in the neck and torture. You can also bask in endless joy,"she said seductively as she kissed the slope of Rosemary's adolescent knocker.

rosemary turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to headmaster Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her digit into Rosemary's pussy, swirling it between the subdued sass. Rosemary could feel something different from this trace, like the char's finger carried an electric tutelage. It was as if she were working a freshness shock toy in her pussy, making it next to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is lust Lightning, the office which I use to electrocute the darned psyche here. But this is a special gift for you, you'll experience delight that will mock your wildest fancy,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between rosemary's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the apricot soma with her tongue.

Rosemary's whole body was blushing red and every breath carried the mild moan as she desperately tried to stamp down her rousing and continue her gravitas, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her gravitas once her clothes were gone. With her limb secured to the stale endocarp wall and the metal shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being capable to resist Asmodeus, rosemary's master copy defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few minute, her thighs were dull with the wetness from her moistening pussy and she was crying in disgrace, having given her body and nous to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three fingers into Rosemary's cunt and was fucking her furiously while licking off the rip that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your person will go to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't take it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to keep her smoothen branch pressed together, but ineffective to overpower her chasteness.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet sass of Rosemary's pussycat. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her long serpent-like spit, gently prodding rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. Rosemary struggled not to react to the burning pleasure between her legs, but minor scissure of reddish blue Light were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low shocks of luxuria Lightning to ride and commove her.

Kissing it as if it were the backtalk of her devotee, Asmodeus locked her sass with the lips of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping pussy, hungrily drinking in her juices. Stimulating her clit with her lips and flexing her farseeing wet glossa inside the velvet interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the acquirement of a master copy, making it side by side to inconceivable to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raffaello Santi was outside Asmodeus'castle, fighting through drove of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of Lust snatch up the unconscious Valkyrie and take her to the gamy tower of her castling, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the gates of her mountain-sized black castle, deep in the rocky crags of Hell. The castle was split into three pillar that pierced the Shirley Temple hollering clouds and made the skyscrapers on dry land look like two-story huts. It was made from the petrified torso of naked men and cleaning woman and along with being formed and placed to render bodily structure for the rook, they were also arranged in complicated positions like frozen dancers, reenacting scenery of congress, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower berth pillar where phallic shaped, and between the trio of steeple, ear-splitting cranny of violet electricity would arch across the stormy sky like the motorcar of the Frankenstein history. lecherousness Lightning surged through the towers in repeating, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to glow like spark. The unvarying seismic disturbance brought forward screams of suffering from all the the great unwashed used like bricks to progress to the statue, experiencing a lethal electrocution several times each minute.

Unlike the rest of Hades, the gender distribution of the Demons was match, with both male and distaff savage coming out to push him. The remainder were in the castle dungeons, raping the spirits that had not been used to make the structure. Women were raped to the item where man would die, forced to experience the bother and humiliation of endless daemon all taking spell on them, tearing them to pieces from the inside out with their barbed cocks and feeling the Lucy in the sky with diamonds pang as blue jet of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle bodies and onto their raw flesh. Often, their tit or ass cheek were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butchered pieces of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly vicious luck, being secured in smoothing iron Maiden-style cages that had tails piercing their limb and torso, as well as a length of biting wire holding out their tongues. The simply office of their physical structure that weren't covered by the cage bars were their lap, where their penises had been forced to take wide-cut erection by the ability of a rigidity spell. ineffective to propel or protect themselves, they were incapacitated as the female person Demons used them as pleasance slaves. However, like their Male vis-a-vis, the privates of the female person devil were more harmful than any human or brute ’. Their pussies were like meat zep, with the inside walls lined with ridge and blades as hard and sharp as Methedrine. introduction was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the bod of a man's fellow member like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot more blood and mutilation, only for their wounds to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to twin like breeding bulls, the men would howl as their cages shocked them almost endlessly with Lust Lightning.

Firing lance of lot from his hands to hit the Demons as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his eyes fixed on the top of the highest tower, knowing that Rosemary was in extreme danger.

"bent on Rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his blade and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, rosemary too was coming. Against her will and purpose, her body had given in to Asmodeus'attainment and achieved an coming. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, imbibing in the juice that sprayed from Rosemary's pussy like a hose. As Rosemary achieved her sexual climax, her eyes began to fade in vividness 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 shadower of your judgement,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose Rosmarinus officinalis on the lips.



rosemary slowly opened her optic, unsure of the number one sensation that greeted her. Was it the tenderness in her cover and joints from her hunched-over position on all fours, the dripping of her saliva off the caoutchouc gag in her mouth, or the feeling of the cold floor and shackles against her wrists and ankles and the alloy shoe collar around her cervix ? Her mind was a fuzzy dummy and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the last thing she remembered was and her dope were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her heart and muscle began to recover their asperity, she tried to press herself up but could not move her hands or feet away from the story. She was shackled in office on all fours. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of sparkle on a frigid tile flooring. Sitting in the shadow was a crowd of people, forming a ring around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to get out forth her wings or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how firmly she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't wear them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chuckles of amusement from the men and women watching her, making rosemary blush in abasement at the way they mocked her and stared at her nude body.

The clacking of luxuriously bounder drew her attending and a woman came into panorama from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a pitch-black dame, a hoary suit crownwork, and a duad of glass resting on her nose with her tomentum in a bun. Her face showed a mix of sincerity and boredom on her face as she flexed a riding crop in her hands. Rosemary tried to speak to her, to call in out Selene's name, but her gag muffled every word.

At the sound of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the boldness with the end of the crop."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my memory a complete blank ?'rosemary pondered, having no thought what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather fuss at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her cover to the sound of Selene's high heels clicking on the floor. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"Spread your peg,"Selene ordered.

Rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her rebelliousness brought her a hard smooch on the ass with the whiplash, sending the resplendent sound echoing through the room. Rosemary yelped as a prick wale appeared on her left ass face, but the pain sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"Spread your leg,"Selene repeated.

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, spreading her human knee as far as she could and putting her pussy on display. She shivered in rousing as she felt the leather party whip slide across her inner second joint and brush against the mouth of her pussy. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelping from rosemary and sending her excitement skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad girl, and now everyone gets to see as you get put in her place,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but gaudy big H, causing the suave hide on her peachy ass cheeks to gain a rebuff swell.

earshot her wrangle and feeling the alien'oculus boring on her exposed body filled rosemary with both embarrassment and foreplay as her submissive side began to break itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. Selene began smacking rosemary's ass with soft yet stinging strikes, making her shiver in pleasance as she was disciplined for an criminal offence she had no noesis of. By the time Selene was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red with transient welt and she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for Thomas More punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosmarinus officinalis's view, making her eyes as wide as dinner plates. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her entire breast jiggled with each apparent motion, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing cypher but her high heel and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two in in diam and almost a fundament long. In Selene's bridge player were the riding crop and the handle of a leash, the other end being attached to the alloy collar around Rosemary's cervix. With a crack of the forgetful whiplash, the metal shackles holding Rosemary to the level opened up like handcuffs.

"come on, walk like a petty bitch,"Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all tetrad, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her pussy already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's rung ass, shifting from side to side with each pendulous swing music of her hips. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the G-string strap nestled between her ass nerve. With her strap-on dildo bouncing, genus Selene led rosemary around the room, past the shadowy onlooker. The hidden strangers laughed at Rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their twit and harassments only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would give a rocky yank on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosmarinus officinalis back to the middle of the room and pushed her nerve down against the trading floor, unfastening her gag. rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with spit. genus Selene raised her foot, holding it just above rosemary's face."Lick it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the black shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like cad, and kissing genus Selene's foot and ankle joint. Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing Rosemary up onto her knees. Wrapping her fingers around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front end of rosemary, who was like a cervid caught in the headlights."suction it, suck it like a good short slut,"she growled, holding the trinity tight.

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly opened her lip and wrapped her brim around the rubber phallus, bobbing her head back and forth and wishing it were real. The sizing and shaped she loved, but the touch and heating plant she missed. A hard smacking to her right field breast told Rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her Mistress, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her pharynx. Grabbing Rosemary by the haircloth, Selene forced the unscathed toy into her sass. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, ineffective to breath and feeling like she was about to chuck. With rip streaming down her font, she held still, trying to observe some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and Selene held her tomentum. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, Selene let go of her and Rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her Chin and thorax wet with dripping saliva.

pull her back with the leash, Selene waited until Rosmarinus officinalis's breath was steady before forcing her to come back and cover sucking it. Holding her parted rim a centimeter from the head, Rosmarinus officinalis took her in conclusion deep breath as the level of spitting on the toy dripped onto her breasts. She didn't take the whole matter in her mouth, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying reinvigorated stratum. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her titty with the riding harvest, making the sensitive soma turn red with deliquium wale.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosemary's lip and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her leash, she forced Rosmarinus officinalis onto her custody and human knee and crouched down behind her."Bad female child need to be punished, are you set to be fucked with this big peter ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's tomentum and pinched her teat brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please punish me with that big cock !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her all soundbox was shaking.

Spreading the mouth of her pussy, Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping pussy, entering her without any break or mercy. Working her fingers into Rosemary's backtalk, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to move as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a pep pill that showed no rawness ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's speed just continued to grow, with her expectant firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosmarinus officinalis's kitty-cat with the strap-on.

Her mouth held open by Selene's fingers, Rosemary looked around the room at the citizenry watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their peg from their energetic foreplay. The throbbing of her snatch with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and strong ; it was like getting fucked by a frigid machine. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growling of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex hard worker. With how debauched Selene was moving, Rosmarinus officinalis wished she could look back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her troika, pulling her up and forcing her to clean off the dildo with her natural language and cheeks. Rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious pussy succus off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to lick her own pussy. Once it was clean and glistening, genus Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto Rosmarinus officinalis's second joint, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous skill, swinging her lower trunk and pulverizing Rosemary's snatch with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving soft call of happiness as the grueling rubber toy was driven into her. Her look was blushing red from the joyous feeling of her body being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as much stimulant as possible. Rocking back and Forth River on the inhuman floor, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the sight of her bouncing knocker and wishing she could finger them and puzzle out them.

Feeling the approaching of her get-go orgasm, Rosemary licked her hands and rubbed her knocker, bathing in the kinky tone and the unrelenting pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a minute when she felt someone grab her manpower. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosemary's second joint. As her hands were pinned to the ground above her forefront, Rosemary opened her eyes and looked up at molly's face and her bowling ball breasts. rosemary was desperate, longing to reach up and enwrap her lips around the blonde looker's erect nipples.

"Do you want to nurse my tits ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes schoolma'am, delight let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and indulge her little sex striver, Molly lowered herself down, laying her house breasts across Rosemary's font. The former garden angelica immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft flesh with her wet tongue and suction on her teat like a water bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful drive, genus Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosmarinus officinalis's chest especially strong, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic feel of her hands being restrained and her knocker being whipped and the gratifying combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her snatch and Molly's bountiful nipple 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 ace, there was no jet of climactic juices spraying from between the brim of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the climax suddenly flooded her lip and throat as if they had been poured between her lips. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not witness the root and the add-on of mollie's boob on her face made her feel like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her pinned pile and forced her to drink in it all. While Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the force of the two cleaning lady and the brat of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the compounding of the orgasm.

As the orgasm itself finally ended, the mysterious flood of pussy succus stopped running down her throat and Rosemary was able-bodied to catch one's breath without problem. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her tongue across her backtalk and throughout her sass, gluttonously savoring the taste of her juices as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and Molly shifted position. With her articulatio genus on either position of Rosmarinus officinalis's fountainhead, Molly set herself down on the former Angelica Archangelica, smothering her face with her pussy and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, Molly grasped Rosemary's ankle and pulled them back, completely putting her twat and anus on show. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet sleeve of Molly's snatch, Rosemary shivered as she felt hand tentatively brushing against her quiet fundament end and her pussycat, and they weren't the manus of Selene and she was sure they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her puss, he/she wet their finger with her juices and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. Rosemary was so horny that she was desperate to find the finger's breadth infiltrate her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

rosemary gave a sudden and sharp hum of delight as she felt a sonant mouth going to puzzle out on her wet pussy, the stranger working their back talk on the entrance and flexing their lingua inside, stimulating her clit with expert skill. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the stranger insert their finger into her asshole, working it back and Forth River in the tight wet wring, using her cunt juice as lubricant. As she tried to cypher out who it was, she felt another duet of men squeezing her titty and pulling up on her teat, and the length of the nails and softness of the bridge player told her it was Selene. The mavin was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosemary was struggling to breathe with molly's delectably lenient wet pussy smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their endorsement finger's breadth into her shit, Rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the fingers, a common cold hardness on the cover of her fingers. It felt… metallic.

"master,"Rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her clapper from molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claw, he had never really used his hands very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his pincer had been replaced with the small alloy plate on the backbone of his deal and digit, and even though he had lost his farseeing branch daemon tongue, his powers of pleasure went well beyond simpleton physical contact.

After several proceedings of licking her pussy and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosemary looked up from under mollie's purulent and graciously sucked his fingers clean with a face of adoration on her face as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosemary laid her heading back and Molly changed her position, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosemary's brass with her firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this emplacement, Molly was unable to obtain Rosemary's legs back, so Selene did it for her. With rosemary's peg spreading, Baltoh hefted his hammer and guided it into her open pussy, desperate to feel a magnanimous mass within it.

Rosemary moaned as she felt him enter her, stretching her pussycat with his head and shaft. The sensation was much sharper than ever before, his hammer feeling so immense and hot in her slender body. The mesomorphic projectile was so affectionate inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the beginning fourth dimension, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a hammered wedge. Moving his entirely soundbox fast that he would pop a mortal woman or even an Angel, he began fucking her with inscrutable powerful shoves. rosemary couldn't help but howler in happiness as he fucked her into floor of pleasure that surpassed her raging fantasies. He was slamming her cunt with his shaft with the Sami speed that a humming razzing used with its offstage to hover.

It was less than ten s before he gave another screaming coming, but this time, she was set for the flood of her twat juices to sate her mouth and pharynx. Knowing how to respire, she gluttonously drank her pussy juices, even while she continued to lick mollie's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosemary took a deep breathing space of relief as Baltoh pulled out of her and molly moved off her face. She was allowed a minute's reprieve before she was forced to continue, this clip with genus Selene straddling her expression, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lips of Selene's slit, Rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much dissimilar than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricant other than just bodily fluids. It was as if her anus or his cock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the waterlessness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original pace, moving like the firing pin of a miniskirt gun as he pulverized the deepest corner of her anus. Without the mystic lubrication, such vicious hammer would be impossible to reach without injury. rosemary was giving an unending shrill shriek, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the kinky eroticism of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her fingers in Rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two times, Rosemary was quickly brought to her thirdly orgasm.

Not certain how long she was out, Rosemary briefly lost consciousness from her exhaustion, the toll of her orgasms, and the sore numbness in her lower body. While it only felt like a bit, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and genu with genus Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge synthetic rubber toy lying mostly in her slit. Rosmarinus officinalis suddenly gave a tatty shriek as another immense dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by mollie. This was the first time since she had sex with Baltoh in the Christian church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully kinky touch, it did fetch crying to her eyes and make her wince.

As she raised her head, she felt a hand roughly grab her chin and hale her cheeks. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony formula on his face as he held his pecker up, glistening with her somatic fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her mouth to suck it light and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and Forth and blowing him, Selene and mollie both began moving in unison, genus Selene bucking her pelvic girdle and forcing her strap-on into Rosemary's puss and Molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her asshole.

As they reached the perfect machine-like regular recurrence, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosemary's masochistic craved and grabbed her drumhead, forcing his entire cock into her mouth. Rosmarinus officinalis choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a little. Tears were streaming down her face from her excite gag reflex and she was desperately trying to emit, but she was on cloud 9 in terms of sexual ecstasy, being punished and violated while looker-on watched like the looker of ancient Roman gladiator battles.

As sentence went on, Rosemary slowly began to vagabond towards unconsciousness, and she could depose her locoweed were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming Charles Dudley Warner and easygoing to the tactual sensation and she could no longer feel Molly's breasts against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three elbow room by Baltoh… or copies of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty peter, one was beneath her, bucking his hips and pulverizing her injure snatch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some ground, she did not sense alarmed by this foreign happening, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally finger him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulders, Rosemary felt the clon behind her hold her up, so that two pairs of handwriting could grab her own. Looking around in the box of her eyes, she saw two clones, one on either English of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her fingers around their erect cocks. Taking the substance, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to give them proper hired man job. With a huge cock in each hand, one in her throat, one in her arse, and the final in her pussy, her thinker was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even line the abyssal sensations rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to open her eyes as a Benjamin Rush of joy rushed through almost every square toes in of peel. 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 spot they could see. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her foot, running their tongues across the sides of her chest and case, and giving her outstretched weapons system tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her eubstance rubbing against the eubstance of someone else, rosemary had the greatest sexual climax of her life. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body began to vibrate. As her soundbox was flooded with euphoric warmth, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their piles, seemingly with the air pressure of fire hose. Seed overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and pussy, merge with the juices of her climax, as well as ran down her throat and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by thickset white watercourse 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 bathroom the loggerheaded Andrew D. White sperm cell. It was like she was a atomic number 79 statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the ruler of the Circle of Lust lying below her. Both of their defenseless bodies were glowing with a aristocratic aura as she slowly stole Rosemary's soul. The fancy created a sexual fancy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her idle imagery. The trance was powered by her sexual reaction to the illusion, with her foreplay accelerating the process.

As she drank in Rosemary's person and watched her in the deception, she was fingering herself and licking her mouth."shit, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fiery galaxy of Tenebrous'personal land with enough superpower streaming from his steel to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a bustle of solidus to Tenebrous, but the Demon business leader blocked them all with his claymore of red region. As Baltoh was about to bear his hundredth attack in the second, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the costa with catastrophic power, sending him zooming across the creation and crashing straight through a line of credit of major planet, turning them into crumbling mob of flame and stone.

"devil Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shatter planet core group faster than the speed of light source. Putting friction match's ultimate approach to shame, he fired a black and red irradiation of energy powerful enough to obliterate a solar organisation.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole roadblock !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or decelerate down.

At the sound of his vox, a lake-sized vortex appeared in front of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the vacancy between proportion where it could do no impairment. Maneuvering around the screaming blast, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final satellite in the tiny pocket of space. With rubble and terrified goliath flying around them, the two hero began attacking and blocking each early so quickly that they made light 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 planet, a powerful arm with pulsing brawn and black scales stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own cleric power so that Baltoh couldn't just break innocent of it without campaign. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his chest. tenebrific smiled at the view of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the Light Within around it, Baltoh's coat began to swirl and spread out with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearance as his consistence seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulate cape took word form into a barrel-sized black hole, as strong and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily capable to consume light source itself, the black hole grabbed tenebrific with its invisible chela and slammed him into it like a deliver hug. Gnashing his tooth and swearing in frustration at the major power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to turn his head word enough to see Baltoh several meg of international nautical mile away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : Terrestrial Cataclysm !"

With a snarling roar, a explosion of twisting fire and stone appeared above his nous, taking var. into a molten sphere that was as hot as the open of the sun and prominent as a Continent. Layers of basics appeared around the sphere, securing it tightly in unnumberable bed until the heat could not be sensed on the airfoil. With a drab aureole, the satellite was supplied with atomic number 8 and shook as oceans crashed on its airfoil upon their nativity. Rising up from the grease, towering trees took root, looking for sunlight. The whole creation had taken only a fistful of sec to nail and was almost a utter bionomical combining weight to Earth.

His face contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the satellite down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overpower the gravitational pull of the Black hole. Sending pulsation of light up across the cosmos, the planet slammed into Tenebrous suddenly on, crushing him with its exercising weight and the great power of the Shirley Temple Black fix as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the Black maw and was pulled into the wickedness, waiting for Tenebrous to progress to his move.

The answer came with a booming laugh and a contraband supernova of tincture fire, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the black kettle of fish and destroying them both. The darkness Hellfire surged across the solar scheme, obliterating the put down planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffectual to even come near him. In the center of the gyrating torrent of red region, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as possible in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



genus Selene and Michael were flying through the maze of tum and parcel of Baal, dodging the spikes of chassis and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to spit and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through lots of stadium-sized chamber, filled with multitude being melted in lakes of tum window pane. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could facilitate, their efforts would make no difference, and without Baltoh to create suit of armor and turn them into Crusader, it would only slow them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the third clip we passed that spate of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to count on out the anatomy of this creature and find the esophagus so that we will have a straight nip 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 provide only space for the damned and leave for the gentle cause of those parasites. I think damned psyche are deposited here some early way, possibly through passage hidden within the folding of these walls, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a shut down circuit, but what if he tried to move through it outside of the gastric parcel of land ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must take in colossal line vessel, right ? Possibly big enough for us to move through ? If we can grapple to burn through a bulwark of these intestines and break into an artery, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the reed organ and hopefully weaken this lusus naturae adequate to make our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some sort of mucus membrane or spell, these walls are completely protected from physical and energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to remove that roadblock if we stress the tissue paper behind it. I have an idea."They came to a block at an intersection with a ventilation shaft-sized arteria in the ceiling and Selene drew a blue lens in the air."Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The released radio beam of unclouded sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its sizing every second. genus Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to make full the bedchamber with a growing crisphead lettuce. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passageway, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the interior rampart began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the chassis, it still reacts to weight and impact, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the cold starts seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the flesh around the perimeter of the ice began to tumesce and bruise as the weight unit cut off circulation through the capillary tube, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frozen cold to get to crop. With its glacial hustle, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to lash out. Drawing his brand, Michael shattered the ice with a 1 jive, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of blood poured down into the sleeping room, but knowing that the injury could fold and heal itself at any mo, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of devil parentage, working their way through Baal's physical structure. Going against the electric current, they crawled for what felt like hours through the arterial blood vessel. After an unknown amount of money of time, the stabilise flow of the blood became a pulsation surge, slamming into them with all the power of a flash lamp torrent and forcing them back. Even with their strong point, they could not fight the muscular beats of the nearby fondness and were forced to cut up their way out. Landing in the chest cavity, Selene and Michael raised their power layer to glow off the blood and then turned around, facing the mettle of Baal.

The pulsating pipe organ was the size of a warehouse and had a much different pattern than a homo's or even nigh creature ’. It had nervure reaching out almost randomly across its surface to pass out blood through the body and well over a dozen Sir William Chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's stomach. Would you care to do the award ?"

With a smile, Michael drew his fire sword."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a down slash of his sword, carving through the chummy muscle without too much difficulty and causing a outpouring of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the integral chamber and forcing Selene to take to the air to debar getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now notice our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep voice laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping Fang appeared up above the philia, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways slash across the ticker out of spite. This only if drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a demon as tooth 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 have 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 delicious,"he cackled as a spit reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you reference, Baal,"genus Selene laughed."The only thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Hell Princes was your ability to dodge his rage blast. The fact that you still live mean value you either you have an army of master of Torture and Titans guarding you or you're just so magnanimous that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also piteous, you lived for over 40,000 geezerhood in fear of his shadow."

"Know your place, daughter. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to melt in stomach. The only cause why you were able-bodied to wax into my artery is because I let you out of sake ! There is nothing you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I deliver the goods where Baltoh failed,"genus Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a booming gag. Like a bull lowering its horns, Selene pointed the tips of her liquid metal offstage at Baal's sass. The miniskirt solar arrangement above her promontory that had replaced her halo moved between the wings, with the diminutive satellite now orbiting around the sun more like electron 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 light grew in intensity.



Shining as brightly as a star, a tongue of liquified atomic number 79 and silver shot up from the depths of the volcano, taking shape and solidifying. A demonic skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took physical body with long claws extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like horns reaching up from the grinning human-like case. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscles and wearing apparel of the Hell Prince, while the boldness remained without build. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming laugh, terrifying molly and Gabriel. He then raised his mitt and a ring of fire surged up from the mess around junkyard, like the red region fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any opportunity of being able-bodied to run ?"molly asked.

"Not a chance. I doubt even our spells will let us discover through that barrier, so our only Hope is to crusade him and hope for the best,"the garden angelica replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the Hell can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the baron of the Prince of avarice weighed down on her like a weighty backpack.

"Well then all we can do is try and live long enough for help to come ! determine out, he's going to set on !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them time to circumvent. Knowing that there was nothing they could do to change the state of affairs, the fighters resolved to just buy as very much prison term as they could and try to survive.

"holy person Art : shaft of portion !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Molly called, launching a colossal beam of blue electricity. Being like ant fighting an elephant in terms of size and persuasiveness, their spells had petty affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a stinging wound on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can stamp out me with such sad fire ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a eruption of deep red fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to heave and run from the law of proximity to the blast. His unscathed right incline badly burned and his flank incinerated, Gabriel was unable to quell in the air.

"Celestial Art : shooting star Obliteration !"molly shouted in thwarting, forcing herself to reckon away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized pulley-block of Au from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at mammon and fired, causing the labored rocket to dissipate forward fast enough to break up the sound barrier and have a sonic boom. The mental block of gold slammed mammon in the pectus, nearly causing him to fall back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him yaup in pain. This was the chance of a lifespan !

"Celestial Art : sculpture Sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the attack would minify Mammon's power.

With each metric grain impacting with enough strength to force through a tank, Molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his heat and power like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the sand and feeling it seal his power back into his trunk, mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to back off and stood back up in the mouthpiece of the vent. Snarling in annoyance, mammon opened his mouth and fired a glob of liquid Hellsteel, hitting Molly utter on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to free herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his sunburn, Gabriel once again took to the sky to supplant Molly, after summoning four Bob Hope beacon fire to boost his strength even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with firing : Angel Falls Art : Burning moon slicing !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy flames surging from his raised sword.

As his elevation increased, the storm of fervor grew in size of it and strength, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the hellfire that was still burning. He swung his steel in circles, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the blast to its maximum baron. Roaring in finding, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flames compressed into a monumental crescent brand, the size of a athletics stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the blast with his hand, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much to a greater extent military capability than he had expected. Struggling to defend the baron of the blade, he released a powerful maze to neutralize the shaking of his dead body. Knowing that this was his one chance to inflict some overweight damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his speciality, turning it into a two-fold flack that overpowered mammon. The Hell Prince roared in agony as the fire cut through his hired hand, sheered off his arm, and left a huge slash across his chest that managed to pause through his gown and muscles of gold and jailbreak through five silver ribs.

"molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the second of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing ocean !"Molly beckoned from luxuriously in the sky.

Mammon had just adequate prison term to appear up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara Falls and the Victoria Falls poured down onto his molten ore soundbox and his volcano, causing more steam and hummer to retch up than the vent of Hawaii in a year. He howled in pain as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The deluge of saltwater coursed down the sides of the vent, flooding the fort before washing across the miles of debris piles like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The go soon ended and molly landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking sherd of Au and ash grey that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several large cracks running through it with molten ore oozing from it like duncish syrupy blood.

molly had a enceinte grinning on her grimace at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a sin Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained skeptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an ominous jape echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first time, a gargantuan downpour of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking shape into a skeletal golem with muscles and flesh of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could outsmart me with such a pitiful attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like rampart of square atomic number 79 around his volcano.

"shucks it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to recover our energy or flee."

Molly stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."delay, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"rich person you noticed ? He's smaller than before and splattering gold with each movement. Before, he was prominent and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every blast we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is different ?"

"The volcano, that's the informant of his force ! That behemoth we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the slew ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! Look, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from hurt !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the vent, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these girls right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"Right, there is no point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of power. None of our long distance go are secure enough to discover through that carapace, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realise what we're doing and pour 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 of rules revolving above her head word moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raphael sprinted up the outer staircase running up the central tower. His armor kept him mostly protected from the lecherousness Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fire up a lamp chimney shaft and with his wings retracted, the fart and water of the furious gale storm above the castle was not strong enough to hoist him off his feet, though the vast bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each step several times more difficult. Like the ease of the castle, the mainstay between each window was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freezing twist and water battered their eubstance. Raphael ran past and even stepped on more goddamned souls than he could weigh, men begging him for help and women offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his friend was in the most peril and that getting others involved would only slow him down.

Down below him, the rampart and early building surrounding the primary tower of the castle were lashings of burning rubble, with Demon body role scattered everyone and origin splattered across every Earth's surface. While their numbers racket had been great and their combined superpower was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just shoot them on one at a time. While it was a slow procedure and the incertitude of his ally's lot made it hard, he survived with little damage or get-up-and-go loss.

Without warning, a foresightful black rump broke through the roof and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the storm. Raffaello Santi looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his point despite the flatus and rain. The Gargoyle released a tatty screeching and reached out with one of its clawed hands, nearly slamming Raffaello Sanzio into the wall. As a surge of Lust Lightning crawled up the tug and illuminated it with violet light, Raphael gave a thunderous holla and leapt off the destroyed staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The animate being grabbed its foe, holding Raffaello Sanzio out from its body. Refusing to plunk for down, Raffaello Sanzio hacked off the beast's hand, freeing himself from its suitcase and making it ululation in agony.

Falling through the air, Raffaello Sanzio grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming stroke to the creature's neck, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to fall, Raphael pointed his hand back at the tower and launched a prayer beads concatenation, using it like a grappling hook to grab onto one of the human pillar holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to watch his hint, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late to deliver Rosmarinus officinalis. Along the way, he encountered a group of Demons on the stairwell, raping a few damn souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and die costless from the palace social structure. Without slowing down, Raffaello Sanzio beheaded the animal with four quick diagonal and kept running.

"angel Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raffaello Santi smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'sleeping room, flooding it with the dim light from outside. The ruler of the Mexican valium of lecherousness was nowhere to be found but his optic immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving body on the floor in the center of the room.

"rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one stifle, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of bootleg smoke and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raffaello Santi slowly raised his top dog to the sound of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her soundbox with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Hell have you done ? ! Why do you look like Rosemary ? !"Raffaello Sanzio demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her person. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the Circle of Lust. I simply fell in love with this girl's body and decided to try out with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my admirer, you shall stand a fate speculative than the most pitiful souls in this world !"

Asmodeus'human face transformed, her cheeks splitting spread to uncover long needle-like teeth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of it of fist, and her foresightful dim tomentum writhing like snakes. Clapping her hands together with a hissing, she placed a hex upon Raffaello Sanzio, making his whole body jolt and causing his sword to strike out of his hands. He tumbled to the ground, ineffective to move as the power of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could confront soul like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly Archangel could never daydream of having a hazard against a ruler of Hell !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental Bonds !"Rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four heavens of energy, each having consumed her extremities, suddenly pulled on her branch. Her will ft locked in a heavens of water, her justly foot in a sphere of Harlan Fiske Stone, her right hand burning in a flame orb, and her left helping hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of lightning of crackling electricity stretched between the globe and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the ground, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, further securing her. solid than steel and imbued with the great power to drain Energy, it sealed her in place so that not even her midriff could make a motion.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to wear relieve of her prison.

"simpleton, you stole ONE of my souls. I guess you never bothered to do any inquiry, because if you had, you would accept known that while I was originally an Archangel, I was created through the nuclear fusion of an army of holy man souls instead of given sprightliness by Almighty. True, you managed to slip a piece of me, but it's zero I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the fancy !"

"No, I just infused that psyche with my energy so that you would think it was my avowedly spirit. I used it as a decoy to hold you from noticing my early feeling. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never discount a chance for some kinky fun,"rosemary said, wishing that there were to a greater extent citizenry around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to look out was the astonished Raffaello Santi, staring at her with widely eyes."And don't even bother trying to break loose of those tour, because while you were failing to canvas me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive power like the other Hell Princes. Instead, you force your foe into entry with mind-bending magic. However, after all the time I spent linked to you through that delusion, I studied your top executive and developed a mental unsusceptibility. In Sojourner Truth, you are weaker than the Masters of Torture in footing of raw powerfulness, but your illusions are strong enough to subdue the other Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a Inferno Prince, I will still accept you out with my most brawny spell to make trusted that you don't survive. Raffaello Santi, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his brand and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her wings as her with her illumination solar organization gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raphael thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized planets between her wings began to revolve around the sun at tremendous speeds.

"It was an uncompleted technique, but one that is more powerful than any archangel or fiend spell…"molly said as an atmosphere of vitality formed around her own cosmic glory, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his devotee and loyal follower. It is his gift, the power to form doom itself,"Rosemary finished as the castle began to shake from the insuperable power radiating from her torso as she charged the blast. Baal, mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the charwoman were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute cataclysm, powered by our desire and dedication to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too very much for you to interfere ! Not even the inferno Princes can stand up to our loyalty and strength !"sll three charwoman shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of hellhole shook as the beam were released, each giving off as much power as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the admittedly exponent, Selene's focused neon blow carved through Baal's DoI like a blowlamp through snow, boring a tool straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of lightness expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant light upon the surrounding pot range of mountains.

With a muddle blasted unresolved and Baal in too much agony to stop them, she grabbed Michael's handwriting and turned around. With her binding to the shaft, she fired again, this fourth dimension into the depths of the hell on earth Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the kickoff blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the repercussion of the blast and shot out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly mountain that was the Demon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly obese stegosaurus with infernal feature. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with retentive claws, his head had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by centre, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened debris that the wind had slammed against him, and his shadower looked like a rocky ridge that had existed since the parturition of the great deal around him.

They looked back just in time to see the entire Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud cloud large enough to eliminate the entirety of Commonwealth of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled blood and catgut in all directions like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the nether region Prince Ball would never again eat another someone. Still firing the irradiation and being pushed by the shockwave of the explosion, Selene was thrown respective hundred miles with Michael hanging on for dear life and trying not to be blinded by the splendid light.



With molly, her blast's size multiplied every second, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a hundred feet. Raising his hands and clapping them together, mammon formed the Book of Revelation Eruption and desperately launching it to weaken the eruption. The two beams collided like cat valium of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hell and causing the full junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of Mammon's strength, the Apocalypse Eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute tragedy eating it up and continuing forward. By the clock time it reached the hell Prince, the beam's radius alone was greater than the peak of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like meth and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten gem and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a final shriek of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding illumination washed over her like a volcanic bang, peeling away her flesh and destroying the bulwark behind her. Outside, every damned soul and diabolical entity looked up and gasped as the highest tip of the tower exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a Ne beam, as powerful as a solar flare. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every circle, the black and red clouds and the burning sky were blocked out by a brilliant colorful luminousness show, like the break of day Borealis but ten multiplication brighter.

Finally, the piece faded and the char stopped to catch their breath. molly and rosemary fell to their articulatio genus, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch genus Selene to observe her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three garden angelica, the same flurry of amazement, awe, and superfluity filled their head as they realized just how practically secure Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the same thing.

"holy place shit, you just killed a blaze Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go find Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery beetleweed in replete view, a portal opened up in the space of Hell and the Archangels and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of overrefinement on how to gain access to Tenebrous'domain. The first thing they felt was extreme point difficulty in breathing. Even while the outer space of Hell was not a vacuum like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suit provided their own air supplying, there was more energy in the environs than the output of a billion suns across their lifespan. Selene and the others had to upgrade their ability spirit level just to keep from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the blood-red coltsfoot, they all gasped at the tantrum taking topographic point before them, for even on a galactic graduated table, the rippling from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were unimaginable to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the creation, crashing into a red region whizz with enough force to criticise it off its orbital view and sending about a fifth of the flame spraying off alike water from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his hired man and grasped the damaged sun with his might, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : astronomic sea !"the Celestial incarnation roared. Holding more cloth than a solar system, a deluge of water appeared before him, orotund enough to drown several dozen planets. The deluge caught the red region mavin and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor meteor Shower !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the stallion torrent to freeze upstanding in a second. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of one million million million of javelins, all arduous than Hellsteel and imbued with inspired power. Swinging his weapon, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missile, sending them flying towards him at the speed of light.

"Demon Art : erratic Demon nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a sooty planet appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the side, almost making it count like the spherical head of a gargantuan fiend. Forming on its glowing red heart and clenched jagged teeth, trillion of Demons were brought to life, their dead body forming from the rubble of the pitch-dark major planet. Just as they were fully formed, the tempest of ice javelins rained down onto the satellite surface, killing every 1 one of them in less than a minute. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty machine grease-gun carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the planet in place, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the major planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the Brobdingnagian distance. Before the Demon King could avenge or defend himself. Baltoh slashed him across the spinal column, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge slash in his back. But even with his sword of Negro hole topic drawing in matter and light, Tenebrous'body was so dense that the affect was minimal. The forcefulness of the cut was beyond human inclusion and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a hummer through ice, causing continent-sized part to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control and equalizer and raised his steel."Demon Art : Blood Rain !"

A starry sky of red twinkle appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of energy were fired with the office of Satan's apocalypse Eruption. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each good time like a biker going down the freeway in the wrong direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his blade, activating his swords power and absorbing the blasts into a compact atomic membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the battle with awe and stark disbelief, staring at the chain of world-wide eruptions that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a graduated table that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the human activity of toddlers compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the lives of the hell Princes like ants under a road roller. genus Selene was the most astonished, unable to consider that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two combatant locked blades with loosen flames streaming from the ogre King's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unequaled stop number, Tenebrous reached around with his quarter and stabbed Baltoh in the backbone, piercing his nub with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of stock and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to prod him over and over again like a sewing machine moving at the pep pill of lightness. The hellfire sword pierced his body several thousand times, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail, tenebrific spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the cosmea before crashing into one of the bleak Demon-infested planets. The impact was powerful enough to send fissures across the surface of the wickedness universe, easily visible from outside its cranial orbit. Charging towards him like a fuzz, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his hooter, shattering the major planet as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to heal his wound and retrieve his strength. He had used up about half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely unfermented. If he were to stimulate any chance of slaying the Demon King, he would need to work out the big gun for hire and block off trying to fag him down.

In the corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his side, Baltoh gave a roar that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his consistency, the luminousness of a thousand sunshine shined as an abysmal tidal wave of flame surged out in marvellous directions. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the light just a Split second 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 directions and lit up the crimson galaxy with its atomic flames, burning hundred of prison term brighter than any natural star death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in phantasm energy for protection, using his own power to sustain from being burned to a crisp in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the flames around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to attend up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his script was a full-sized hotshot, compressed into a disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disc down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to occlude the flattened star that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of fire stretched across space, the saw blade of compressed nuclear plosion pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the extragalactic nebula like a bug splattered on the windscreen of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even remark Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened principal in his hand.

Baltoh threw the magnetic disk, this metre vertically. tenebrous looked back and was about to beshrew as he saw the paper-thin leaf blade of nuclear flack flying towards him, but was unable to stop it from slamming into his book binding. The torture of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to knock his brand aside and crash into his stomach. The two abrasion blade continued to spin around with tenebrious held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the Demon King, knowing that this was his chance to end the fight. tenebrific suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an malefic smile."Just kidding. ogre Art : Universal Extinction !"
He swung his brand, shattering the two flattened suns. In an eruption that was darker than a calamitous pickle, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all directions, like the shadow equivalence of the supernova piece that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his ness for security.

Teleporting to the former side of the beetleweed, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all attainment and technique, both foe began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to draw a blank or skirt any attacks. Their swords were moving like the blade of a food C.P.U. 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 unseeable shockwave."Celestial Art : wakeless Shatter !"

holloa like an brute, he gave off a speech sound wave that was louder than anything else in the story of the universe and went across every frequency. The pulsing traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'galaxy like a ripple through a pond after the splashing of a bombastic stone. Every planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic level, with the palpitation having shaken the bonds to the point of breaking. Tenebrous covered his capitulum and howled in pain as his cells threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Black Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hand above his head, he formed a mountain-sized grim hole with altered ability, negating its gravitational wrench. Baltoh closed his men into fists, causing the whole blackness hole to break apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the black marbles at the ogre mogul as the spell suggested, each bullet weighing more than an stallion asterisk and flying at well past the speed of light, The stream of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with incomprehensible top executive, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his form. Not even he could brook up to the marbles'weighting and mogul as they struck like sniper note.

But even with his body broken and battered, he still had More than decent business leader to hurtle a spell."devil Art : Black train of thought Hex !"

Crackling like thunderbolt of lightning, a net of millions of black cords with harpoon-like barbed blade at the end stretched from his saddle horn towards Baltoh. The Celestial avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would collapse Tenebrous a huge reward. He teleported behind one of the daemon worlds and watched to see what would happen. The storm of bladed corduroys struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. Chunks of Edward Durell Stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cords'depth, until finally shattering like a fragile vino chicken feed in mortal's powerful grip.

‘ shucks it, I'm running out of office, it's sentence to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the cords with an invisible slash of powerfulness. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his index for one of his ultimate onset."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray Burst !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into cosmos without so a lot as a star, lighting up the cosmos. A reel orbit of fire and gas stretched out from the snapper like a whirlpool, and from the center on either English of the gargantuan burning coin, a irradiation of silver and reddish blue Department of Energy was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a line of spark arched across the beetleweed, one end surging direct towards tenebrific with adequate power to make the Resolute catastrophe look like a optical maser pointer.

Having recovered from his injuries Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sphere of ignominious and red push."Demon Art : Book of Revelation Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming destruction ray.

The two unstoppable force out collided in a catastrophic burst of light and energy so powerful that the Galax urceolata itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to reckon away to stay fresh their eyes from melting from the blinding luminance, which surpassed all early forces in the universe. This was god-level fighting at its elevation ! The faint finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on diametric sides of the extragalactic nebula, the late gasping for air while the latter showed no sign of fatigue. Even over such a vast distance, they could both see and pick up each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"individual looks tired, want me slow down so you can take a break ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ tinker's dam 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 commode of Hell, as long as he is in snake pit itself, his power is unbounded. Trying to endure him down will only get me killed. There is only one way to end this, and that is to actually end it.'“ No, I'm just so bored that I can barely stay awake. Let's finish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop of power he had, he summoned a yard full-sized superstar, all at vital mass and on dying's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrific laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand devil capitulum materialized, all looking like the heads of Beelzebub with charging Apocalypse eruption between their jaws.

‘ A grand each ? ! They'll destroy the entire world of Hell !'genus Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to alternate back to Earth !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barriers between the existence so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'fire approached their utmost floor of power.

"RUN !"

genus Selene turned away from the galax and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speeding hike go, everyone shaft through the empty space as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as reality would tolerate. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingers, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a irregular, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest corners of blank space, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red asterisk. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would happen. dorsum in the crimson galaxy, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were unable to say au revoir to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any soma or form !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no need to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deity roared as they swung their arms.

keister Baltoh, all the star went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disks of fire and gas while launching their Gamma ray bursts. Behind Tenebrous, all the lucifer heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse Eruptions. In the very center of the galaxy, the blasts met. From the corner of blank space, everyone became breathless as a brilliantly brightness could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the distance. It was not only undimmed, but… growing, like an submerged blowup. Moving faster than the laws of physics would permit, the light surged across quad in all directions like a linguistic universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"genus Selene tearfully shrieked as the light reached their billet and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in outer space, unsure whether he was alive or dead. His clothes were shredded, stemma oozed from wound that covered near of his soundbox, and his senses were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I come after ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few sparks of energy.

Baltoh opened his eyes, though that effort alone was like a human picking up a mountain. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his environment. The crimson galaxy was gone, reduced to a misty stew of run particles. There wasn't a single entire atom in the entire galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw Energy.

Without warning, a blade of condensed Hellfire pierced his pectus from behind, driving straight through his center. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a ace injury and at full strong suit. Baltoh stared at the steel with his whole body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it bear no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to point him at the previous center of the galaxy, where his opprobrious throne still hovered, undamaged except for a large crack across the back."Behold, the literal crapper of Inferno ! As long as I am here, my superpower aren't just divine, they are boundless ! Even with all your strength, you can not face up all the king of this universe on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in pit, you are child's looseness to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the darkness ! Evil has no helplessness !

The Lord Baltoh, the Celestial incarnation, helpless and weak ! How about I let your ally come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't daring !"Baltoh shouted, ineffective to collect any speciality with the ogre baron's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized manus of shadow push from his own palm and sent it across outer space at speeds that dwarfed brightness level itself. As it reached out to snatch up Baltoh's friends, the offer in Tenebrous'crapper began to widen and widen. In the corner of blank space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Angelica Archangelica and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, more cracks began to appear in his throne and small lingua of Hellfire began to flick out.

bringing them to the scene, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. bust ran down the women's faces as they saw the helpless country he was in.

"expression upon your rescuer, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever remember that is the power of darkness that regulation over everything !"tenebrous thundered as more fissure began to seem in his toilet. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at Selene."You will be the first to die."

"Don't do it, tenebrious !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to find some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but mollie, Rosemary, and the Archangels quickly got between them with their weapons drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the Bob Hope that they could at least slow him down, but the devil Billie Jean King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire steel. Reaching Selene, he raised the sword above his head, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the potty of Hell suddenly shattered. tenebrific brought down his sword towards genus Selene, but the fiery vane disappeared before it could touch her, as well as the flaming Crown above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his steel and back at the Throne of perdition. The inkiness crapper of human and Demon bones was gone, the minacious inner having broken away to break 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 ready her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smile on his face. Tenebrous looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the true commode of Hell, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That black plate that coated it before, you used that to use the Throne of Hell and preserve it in your dominance so that it would make you world power 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 function : Heaven to pay back the virginal, Cinereo to maintain the balance, and Scheol to penalize the sinners. Tenebrous took the Throne of Hell and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the seal of approval broken and Hell freed from his malefic control. After all, how could the piazza that punishes evildoer be ruled by a Demon ?"

"So you're saying that the potty of infernal region has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the SEAL broken, it will no longer offer him might. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A fiery aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his Energy Department and healing his injury."You could say that Hell and I are under effective terms with each former,"he said as a sphere of vitality appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a liar and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal opinion ; it is the edict of Hell ! Hell and I fight slope by side, Hell is my ally, and we exist for the Lapp reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too tenacious, and it is time for you to pay the price ! In the name of Hell, I will pop you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of energy growing in ability and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be better if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his Friend out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrous stammered as he looked at the sphere of power in Baltoh's hired man and the igniter that was bending and warping around it.

"My most mighty and dangerous magical spell ; Celestial quiet. The power in which to transfer 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 when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the Demon roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade shimmer spell.

"You can not head for the hills from your sin !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial secrecy. Guiding it with his judgement, he had the orb swerve through the air and strike the onetime daimon King in the chest.

Upon tangency with Tenebrous, a spherical perimeter with a r of five miles radiated from the spell, severing that space from reality. The sphere quickly began to shrink, compressing all the thing within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just make a vacuum ; it left a yaw mess in the universe and the fabric of space and sentence. Tenebrous gave one net roar of brat as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the matter trapped within it. Defying the laws of aperient, it continued to funk, crushing all the matter beyond the full stop of black hole material and shrinking until it was littler than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both intellect and soundbox, Baltoh turned to the flaming stool and sat down. The tongues of fire brushed against his peel and clothes like the fur of an beast, causing no injury. They barely even felt actual. Sitting in the Throne of Inferno, he took a deep intimation and thought back through his whole risky venture. It was done, there was still employment to be done in Hell, free souls to save, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery kingdom had been defeated and the race of Demons would soon be out. The prompt past barely meant anything, what was important was the retentive term. Would he drive the commode of Hell and prevail both it and Cinereo ? Was it potential to even rule them both ? Would he recall to ground with Selene ? Was it possible to truly find peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for tens of thousands of years and reached the stage of a god truly put away his sword and block fighting ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a white case, had a duet of annex with sterling silver feathers, and his gloriole was in the form of a peak of light. His fuzz was white and combed back and he had a unforesightful beard and his complexion was a light tan, as he was of eye Eastern parentage. He was walking casually on the empty distance as if he was taking a promenade through the car park and came to a stop consonant beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to hold back Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Maker, one of the earliest Angel and the ruler of Eden. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of the pits 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 stool of underworld 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 archetype human soul were sent to blaze in the offset situation. It is because of me that Italian sandwich have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more my shift than anyone else's."

"A lot of honest that does. You meddled with the humanity of homo and then you pulled away when they needed you about. You let war and organized religion burn out of ascendency and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the Throne with his tented fingerbreadth in front line 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 lives. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to dominate over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to go far and bring balance so that the war between light and darkness could come to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the Lapplander icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to stay put angry at me ? I sent Selene and Molly to let you fuck 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 preceding arrest in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much metre ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. yesteryear, nowadays, and future ; they mean naught and everything down here in the Hell. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a bilk life story 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 a great deal to ask for someone born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, keep 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 junk and melted quarks that were hovering in the cipher sombreness."This all started because of too much interference in some shoes and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to maintain monastic order, so to begin, I think I'll enforce orderliness. That's all you need to have intercourse old man."

"funny story, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Jehovah mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the dog collar."What the Inferno do you desire from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still need to produce up. It is time for you to come to terminal figure with who and what you are. There is too a good deal hatred in the three land, too a good deal anger and furiousness. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hate. If you are going to work orderliness and counterweight, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can live with all this hatred, or if the lull in engagement will stir the animate being and cause it to exhaust you and twist you into darkness, just as it has to so many others. You have the power of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a Throne is taken by someone with the wrong ambitions.

You've gone through a great change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's time to deepen who you are as well."Lord said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the can of Inferno with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw genus Selene and the others approaching with their armor gone. He got to his pes and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when genus Selene tackled him. The weeping beauty crashed against him like a moving ridge, hugging him with all her specialty. Her words were out of the question to empathize, as she was both praising his victory and saying how worried she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the tone of her silken hair. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her face buried in the side of his neck opening, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my pricy fresh Rosemary, you are so piteous,"he teased, causing her to jape.

rosemary finally let ago, letting molly show her care. Like genus Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his men and congratulating him on doing the unimaginable. Michael was the conclusion to congratulate him, and he did it with the warmest smile he had ever worn."You were once my depone enemy, but you are now my greatest booster and my receive superior."

"I'm not your superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the garden angelica, you have always been the one with the inviolable will to slay evil and apply justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of sin to you, so that you may decree this realm and make certain that evil is never allowed to grow again. I trust you to make snake pit what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to faint. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a soft kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an passing for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, Molly, and Rosemary reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a second base had passed on Earth since their going away, and land was still in a delirium as the great unwashed tried to estimate out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ citizenry of Earth, listen my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the major planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the language of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the solid ground as multitude looked at each early and simultaneously asked,"did you discover that ?"

‘ My name is Baltoh, and I am the god and ruler of this universe. I am speaking to you now so that you may eff what has transpired here. The war in New House of York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the help of the forces of Heaven, I have slain the devil and his kingdom now lies in wrecking. A capital change has arrived and the power of wickedness has been brought to its scurvy point since its birthing. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peacefulness, then the fervency of iniquity must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this world of the wickedness that poisons its citizens. With nether region below to punish the evildoer and Shangri-la to honor the virgin, I will remold this world so that all honorable masses can live in peace and happiness. I will end the putridness, the state of war, the avaritia, and the suffering, and all I ask in regaining is your good will towards the people around you. I ask for no adoration, no praise, only a pure heart and skilful human action. If you can ransom yourselves and purge your mortal of wickedness, then this world can finally become a utopia.

No matter what religious belief you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any other, you are be in my eye and have the same opportunity and obstacles to get yourselves on the right path. Your religious belief means nothing to me, only your deeds and your resolve to make this reality a better office for everyone will dictate your place in the succeeding existence. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be insurrection fueled by greed and evilness, but together, we can make this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a probability to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this time, the keen chance of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the crimes of the past, we can finally enjoy the nowadays instead of enduring it, and we can have sex that the future will be even not bad. This is our chance to cleanse this world and reacquire the true will to last and desire to do safe. The clip of pain and hatred is over, the time of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal following."Let's residue and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the pavement in the suburbs of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sunlight and wise air. Behind him was a blue-painted house with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an aged brace with chocolate-shade skin were holding hands and with looks of apprehensiveness on their faces as their girl explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as genus Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. Several minutes later, she stepped out of the business firm and walked over to him, her eubstance shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern VT, mollie was having a alike conversation with her household, while Rosmarinus officinalis was fussy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they involve it ?"

genus Selene gained a beautiful smile."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was hard convincing them what I had said was true, even after everything that had happened. I had to bring out my armor, wings, and celestial halo for them to fully believe me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my expiry, even though I was right in straw man of them, though they became more at rest when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a soft chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even sure how to explicate you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two early woman,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two charwoman. I wanted to premise you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the pavement, they were too terrified to move. Are mollie and Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and Rosemary is having worry announcing my new teaching to the existence. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sorting of religious or spectral impression on people and to only apply prerequisite for good human activity and good deportment, but much of the existence is still rebelling. I might have to put on a true display of power before they finally take on my regulation and leave up their selfish sins."

"well if there is anyone who can purge the humans of its evil, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her weaponry around his with her centre closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few nice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

disappearing off the typeface of the earthly concern, the two lovers rematerialized in the very sum of the world, in a bright nebula of all semblance cascading together with one million million of stars glistening in the background signal. cloud of hued gas as large as solar systems wafted past them like tongue of flame, more beautiful than a man mind could comprehend. Baltoh and Selene were naked, genus Selene without her liquidness alloy wings and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each other in the heart of the universe, and while there was no air or affectionateness in the vacuum of place, they were both completely immune 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 mind, unable to talk without air to contain the sound.

‘ The birthplace of everything. It is from this point, zillion of geezerhood ago, that the existence was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into beingness and Heaven and inferno later budded off from it like prison cell. We are in the identical sum of all existence, what better topographic point to make love ?'

Baltoh began to kiss her cervix, with each touch his sass against her skin sending waves of pleasure through her trunk, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to call up through the euphory.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a warm smile. ‘ Not nearly as much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their lips swirled together ilk oil and water, they reached out with their tongues and let them wrap up around each other and probe the inside of each other's lip. Even though he had lost all of his daimon characteristics, Baltoh was able to commute his physical form to stool his tongue as long as he wanted. While genus Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her tranquil legs and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the sensation in the universe positioned around them like TV audience, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent wow of mental euphoria as Baltoh's vigor flooded her body, letting her glimpse into the magnate of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole population so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the small atoms to the heavy galax, all with rival pellucidity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable feelings to slow to a trickle, 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's breadth against the side of her expression, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. calm air yourself and trust in me. I will dedicate you everything you desire and more.'

With their back talk interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every vista of her creation with the atmosphere of divinity fudge, allowing her to glance into his storey of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the intensity of the tactual sensation but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full glance into his world and making her mind cry out as it struggled to retrieve a way to describe the seventh heaven and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a slow, regular regular recurrence, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in outer space, their sass having yet to fully separate from their osculation. As it went on, Selene could experience her mind getting used to the god-like tactual sensation and became mostly immune to it, regaining her clear senses. As Baltoh's vitality surged through Selene like a blood transfusion, they both began to shine with their bodies intertwined from their energies being released and orbiting around them like dust around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more than and Thomas More of Baltoh's mightiness flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in terms of power, moving to the same level of existence.

cast aside their ability and living side by slope in the same level, they shed the smell of the DOE incoming and exiting their bodies. In the neo outer space, they felt only each other's physical forms, just like the first of all sentence they made love. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate Selene over and over again with his penis, moving at the unadulterated pep pill and touching all the right places. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her uncivilised with his deep push, not needing any of his powers to stir or pleasure her. ventilation deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the look of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass chassis. Again she tried to find words to describe how good it felt to ingest him inside of her, but even after having his king flood her idea and yield her a view of the land of the divine, the variance between the two star offered no reward in coming up with a description.

In his mind, Baltoh too was struggling to find a description, not only for the unbelievable opinion of being so close to the fair sex he loved and the feeling of her soft touch, but also his passion itself, the love he felt for her. No topic what he came up with, whether it be an full book of poetic gold dedicated to the sole purpose of summarizing his feelings for her or using the world itself to paint a wall painting in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly express his love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their sass and tongues still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in genus Selene at a rich and steady calendar method of birth control, the two lovers lost caterpillar track of time, for time itself was bending around them as their get-up-and-go were released in enceinte and not bad intensities, forming an atmosphere of raw world power that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a simultaneous orgasm, so powerful that it affected their minds as well as their physical structure and surpassed any physical ace. As they looked up and gave silent groan of happiness, the adept around them of their push closed in on them, being channeled back into their body and minds. Defying her purview of world, the sensation she experienced with the spate of power surging back her head surpassed the original notion that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while divine, Baltoh too was in awe at the wafture of blissfulness that flooded him like tidal moving ridge of light. To Baltoh and genus Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching being completely, for the salmagundi of energy contained both their core and person. Neither of them could even severalize if they were still alive or numb, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a flashgun as brilliant as the Big Bang itself, the exponent was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and roll, clouds of their Energy Department flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like radiocommunication waves. The power and rage of the upsurge was so potent, it was as if the universe of discourse 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 asterisk deep into each former's eyes, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a indulgent kiss.




The End