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Chapter 1



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

Up at the very top of the empire State building, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the grey sky. From this flash bulb, a glowing orb came into existence, resembling a deep red light bulb. It was not bright or mighty enough to absorb attention from the masses below and it was completely masked by torrential rain. The raindrops that passed by this burning New York minute were turned into hissing steam from just the intense proximity and the unnatural heating being given off by coal-like domain.

The orb did not fade after the initial flash ; instead, it grew in chroma and size of it while becoming darker in tincture. Initially the size of a human fist, it began to expand into an undulating perpendicular disk as large as a dinner table. There was a minute flash and the disk became still, having completed its transfiguration. It became solid like methamphetamine, with shifting hue of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the bottom of the magnetic disk, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick tar. The mist washed over to the steeple of the top of the building, causing the metal to corrode and degenerate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this sinister drapery of red ignitor was a choir of agonizing screams and cries of pain, pouring out from the astuteness of the blood-red lighting. Were the atmospheric condition clear, the people down in the streets would instantly stare up in repugnance at the germ of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their ears to try and protect their souls from its ravaging tone. The sound radiating from this sinister apparition was one not stand for for somebody ears, a phone that was never intended to be set loose upon the terra firma. Only through the purifying drumming of the pelting were the people of New House of York spared the mind-scarring chorus line.

A wavelet stretched out from the center of the disk and a shadow came into view from its depths, like a sea beast slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a material body stepped out onto the top of the steeple, standing on the tip of the radio tower on one groundwork. The figure was a marvelous youthful man with a lean but muscular build, garbed in Brown boots, grey loose-fitting knickers, a Negroid sash, and a black hooded shirt with a waistcoat. Wrapped around his articulatio radiocarpea were two rosary bead cords and two alloy shackles. The man had medium-length black whisker that was slicked back, a grayness skin colour, piercing downcast oculus that could almost glow in the dark, and hidden under his tough were two cornet that protruded just past his hair's-breadth bloodline and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery room access, a burning at the stake anchor ring came into view, hovering above his head, as well as four monolithic wings that grew out of his back. Each was more than twice the size of his consistency when fully unfolded and stretched, with the downhearted set of wing resembling bat fender but with weighing machine instead of soma, and the upper annexe like the offstage of an bird of Jove, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the back of his pelvis was a long black tail with a rope-like distance and flexibility and a bladed stinger on the end like a meatman knife, but with a tearing dig. His fingertips were armed with triangular claw that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

His name was Baltoh, and his arriver was an omen in every signified of the world.

The deep red hepatic portal vein disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the city, standing on the tip of the radio tower and wrapped in his backstage. His brilliant grey centre scanned the city below, taking in the view. It hadn't been very long since his live visit to the human world, as he traveled there frequently.

"I'll uncovering you, just you wait…"he muttered with a articulation that was as crystalise and steadfast as it was bass.

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



genus Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eyes focused on the book of crossword teaser in her hand. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter Holy Writ for"vim spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of day-by-day commuters and the erratic flow of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenty dollar bill with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade skin colour, foresightful black hair that was straight yet wavy, and bright light-green middle. Matching her looker was her hourglass physique, with d-cup knocker, a slender waist, an ass and pair of second joint that were toned with muscle, and hip that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her figure was a motley of unspoilt genes and a nearly religious devotedness to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing Shirley Temple high-healed shoes that gave a very sexy tap with each whole step, a black skirt that tightly held to her politic second joint, and a tan byplay coat with her purse wall hanging from her berm. Secured in her purse and leaning against her berm was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential tack of rain. Maybe she should hold driven today…

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

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

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

"Occupy !"several of the protesters cheered in retort, glad for the small small-arm of support.

"Entropy !"she exclaimed with a smile as she finally caught the Logos she was looking for. Hearing her ringtone sounding off in her purse, she quickly scribbled in the Bible before pulling out her mobile phone phone.

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

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

Selene chuckled as she and the bunch of commuters walked across the street with the horde of cars humming just a few metrical unit away."Don't we have this Sami conversation every day ?"

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

genus Selene laughed again."Ok, you're veracious on that one. Relax, I'm just one stop away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the foul pee any mo now. I'll be there in a moment. By the way, do you have a go at it a twelve-letter Son for a gamy shoal math class ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red heart. The creature was unretentive than an adult human being but much more muscular, with long powerful limb, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony offstage with scaly flesh and cut membranes, twisted French horn above it's disfigured Canis aureus typeface, a swishing whip-like fag end, and jet-black tegument that was covered in bloody scars. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its jagged teeth burned the Stone with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over position, and opened its wings with an abnormally loud thump, like the heartbeat of an ancient war drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the background, completely invisible to all deadly optic. Reaching the entrance of the building, it held receptive its offstage to their replete sizing and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past times. The puddles and falling pelting around the straw man door almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the beast tried to control its excitement and thirst for blood. Only lucky smattering of Gargoyles had ever existed in the worldly concern of the aliveness in all of story, and here, there was more food than its crazed head could comprehend. Looking down, beast spotted its first victim. On the roof of a nearby office building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

Having just received a call from his wife that she had just had a abortion, 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 aloud spattering strait. The man quickly turned around, having lost the impression that he was alone. While the wicked wolf was completely inconspicuous, the man's heart widened with panic as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drop curtain that splattered on its body showed its size and flesh.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping open his ribcage and body cavity. The man released a distort cry of pain as blood streamed from his mouth and his organs spilled out onto the trading floor. The man fell dead to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the stock slowly spread across the rain-soaked roof like a spoonful of oil across the airfoil of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with smack, tearing through the body with its pincer and chewing on the bloody marrow only briefly.

As it slurped up a production line of gut like a spaghetti chain, a undimmed flash of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain as its severed wing and arm fell to the floor with duncical pedigree trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the brute with a meter-long brand in his hand. The grip had no sentry go and was a half-foot recollective, while the single-edged brand had a very pin down physical body until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point in time, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to weigh down the end of the vane for enhanced hacking and slashing. The blade finally tapered off to a stabbing peak, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by eighteen inch of straight-razor serrations, ripped capable like a gutted Fish by the hook-like edge, cleaved by the all-embracing 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 tree stump if its severed arm and wing.

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall receive zero from me, traitor. I was born of pain and maliciousness, and there is nothing you can do to make me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the Theodore Harold White feathering of his upper offstage stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or trueness to the Devil, your quiet will fulfil nothing. I will find him and destruct you all."

With a wickedness roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with Shirley Temple pot billowing from its claws like fire. With little campaign, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could strive his face, then severed its deal with only his grip.

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

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

A heartbeat of light was released from his palm with the brightness of the sun. The light obliterated the hell-spawn tool with a metaphysical wallop of holy fire, incinerating its body while shoving it back. While the flash was seeable from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly powerful bolt of lightning.

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



Abaddon stood in the bell tower of the Riverside church building, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several accede Gargoyles, all with lowered heart and swishing tails. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a monster, and while they were alike in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house Caterpillar to lions.

Abaddon's eubstance was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly bod, a farsighted tail, long talons protruding from the ends of his fingers and toes, and curled horn on the top of his question. However, his consistence was far more humanoid, with recollective limbs and pearl, a much unbowed attitude, more malleable digits, a mesomorphic yet skimpy and less bulky physique, a humanoid face, and even peaky hairsbreadth. Secured to his wrists were two metallic element shackles and he was wearing a skirt of armour photographic plate around his waist, standardised to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the urban center."I can't believe that bastard followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our plan can't workplace if we lose another. Not even I can face him in battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and persist hidden, but I need to feed so that I may suit strong enough to press him. If I feed on enough souls, I may be able to at to the lowest degree survive confrontation, but you are all to keep a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzle. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the lightness of the sun, and with the darkness of the city, it was belike that the vast pool and cover of urine would not dry until the next day. The night was unusually dark. For even though the rain had stopped, the midst clouds remained and they refused to allow the moon to beam. With so much moisture in the urban center, a dense mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the brightness so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from work, so she had no worries. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt condom enough to walk place. Not to name the fact that the can of Mace she carried in her purse was impregnable enough to melt the eyes out of anyone who gave her a funny remark look.

In a stint of time so small that she couldn't even reckon of something to compare it to, Selene's humanity was suddenly toss upside-down as her sess were ripped away, save for the phone of a crackle rattle and the feel of getting stabbed at every centimeter of figure in her dead body with hot iron while battery superman flooded her veins. Her branch buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple munition with brutal force-out and dragged into the nearby alley.

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

genus Selene's optic 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 fixture mannequin if the affects were this prominent. She couldn't move or even make a sound ; she was completely crippled by the bother of the excruciating shock.

genus Selene was slammed against a brick rampart with one of her captor gripping her by the pharynx. The impact, while painful, offered some clarity, as she was now capable to at least see her attackers. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his manus around her throat, the second was standing beside the for the first time, and the third was a few feet away, digging through her purse.

"Damn, she's nice art object of ass. It looks like we'll get a little more than some hard currency and quotation cards,"the second one laughed.

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

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

"Unless you're begging for my cock, you had advantageously shut the fuck up…"the number one growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's skillful for you."

Looking through the hotshot of the prick flavour, Selene's eyes widened as she saw the swoon light glinting off the blade. Like his knife, the dim ignitor was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel grinning. Holding the tongue as if he were going to knife her, he slipped the tip of the steel into her collar. For the brief second, the tip of the blade was touching her tegument, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold. To her relief, the knife was taken off of her pelt, but before she could exhale, her attacker yanked the leaf blade downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With rent streaming from her eyes, genus Selene cried out in pain as blood trickled down her belly from the mystifying cut left on her knocker from the assaulter's malicious and inapt remotion of her clothes.

He then tore through her bird and panties and the 2d assailant went to bring yanking off the rip up cadaver. Selene shivered in holy terror and impuissance as the cool air fanned her bare thighs and firm tit. Her nipples were now the size of digit marijuana cigarette from the cold air and the awe that filled every fiber of her being.

"Look at those sweet titty of hers, I wonder how much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little white would attend great on that dingy hide,"the third aggressor joked as he approached, jamming a handful of cash into his pocket and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to rape her, and that fact terrified Selene more than anything else in her lifetime. She had to do something, anything that had the slightest chance of sparing her from this luck. Working up all the strength in her worn out body, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"soul PLEASE HELP ME ! HEL—"

Her shrieking was cut short as the assailant's blade was plunged into the side of her stomach, cutting through her without any endeavour. The nuisance that shot through her was so excruciating, she lost all ascendency over her consistency and psyche. The botheration inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her form was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was out of the question. With blood slowly filling her mouth, her body became limp while her assailant just laughed.

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

"Let her go,"a voice echoed through the alley. The deep voice was as gain as drinking glass and the very phone of it shook genus Selene from her dying daze.

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

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

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

"Let her go, this is your final examination admonition,"the man ordered with more authority and ability in his vocalization than any bread and butter human could get.

The first attacker pulled his knife out of Selene, making her scream in pain in the neck."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll cut up off your typeface, he'll sound off your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four large wings grew out of his binding, with the feather along the border of the upper berth backstage flanged like the quill of a porcupine and the lower bat-like offstage honed to the precipitous shape of a blade. With ancestry oozing down her mentum, Selene gasped in mental rejection and the three raper staggered back, cursing in veneration. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the basis with blood pouring from her wound.

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

An volcanic eruption of red and bootleg flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the bowling alley and every small-arm of Methedrine to rise into the air. The dark flames surged down the back street, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their foundation. Completely ignored by the blast, Selene watched in horror in astonishment as the three suspended assailant were slowly disintegrated by wafture of black and red flames washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their bodies, their muscles were shredded as if by a meat grinder, blood 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 s, they were nothing but charred skeletons. As the surge faded, so did Selene's level on awareness. Succumbing to blood loss and the hurting of her trauma, Selene slumped over and passed out.

boot aside the nigrify skeletons of the rapists, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale manus over her nude body."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's whole body began to glow as a plasma-like refulgency wafted from Baltoh's hand and settled on her skin. Her stab lesion began to close, her scrape and bruises disappeared, and her body stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In to a lesser extent than half a minute, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to recover himself analyzing every inch of her au naturel beauty, moving his center slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounding, Baltoh reached out with his tooshie and retrieved her pocketbook, proceeding then to search for selective information. Pulling out a forgotten alphabetic character, Baltoh read her name and reference, memorizing the fix of the apartment building and the exact whole. Hooking the purse to his cincture, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her back and the other under her knees, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked consistence while being deliberate not to fret her with his claws.

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

Realizing how a lot time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to reality and scatter his wings. With a single powerful fuss, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the address he had found on the letter as he soared over the city. With her farsighted lustrous fuzz brushing across her face, Selene was brought out of full unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her eyelids slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's look, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a dream. What she did know was that he was very handsome and she was cold. She gave a soft sigh as she fell back to log Z's, crossing her arms to keep on warm.

With the parky damp air kissing her bare skin, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's sleeve. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an whelm sense of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his entire existence, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this cleaning woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his life had been nothing but anger and the desire to slay Gargoyles and daemon. His own animation meant aught, except that he would not be capable to continue fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to understand why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her finisher while he flew and keeping her warm with his own physical structure heat energy. He even wrapped his lower annex around her to hold her protected from the cold confidential information. Clutching her tightly, he tried to oppose his edifice hard-on, something that boost confused him, as he had never felt sexual attraction for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment building, he landed on the flaming leakage by her unit like an eagle reaching its nuzzle. With Selene in his blazon, he stepped forward and passed right through the rampart as if it were a hologram, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the floor with unequalled muteness, he retracted his backstage and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the elbow room for a reason that he did not get laid. There were no spark on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The bulwark were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with flick of admirer and family. With his handwriting moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a picture of Selene with a young man and stared at it intently. While they had the same complexion, he couldn't not figure out if he were a boyfriend or brother.

‘ Why am I so curious about this adult female ? Why am I so distracted ?'Baltoh mentation to himself, shaking his head from side of meat to side like a wet dog.

As he looked back at the moving-picture show, he saw the reflection of two eyes in the glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the wight with his sword materializing in his grip. He came to a blockage, sword in hired man, staring into the eyes of a white and brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's heart were fully dilated to take in all possible light, its tail was swishing from side to side anxiously, and its pincer were slowly edging out of its diffuse paw. But the felid's posture was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and qui vive. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt to a greater extent confusion than ever before in its life, sensing a Brobdingnagian inundation of different zip in him, both loose and dark.

Baltoh let go of his blade and the artillery disappeared as soon as contact was lost. Turning back to the window to forget, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like airs, staring at Selene's naked body. The city twinkle from outside were cast upon her strip down beauty like a wanderer web, illuminating her womanly human body. Her glowering pelt caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her organic structure was rich in voluptuary curves, her leaning and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her long smooth out thighs, the sassing of her snatch looked so delicate and soft, it was as if they were made of chocolate frosting and lacked even a single hair. Her full breasts gently trembled with each breathing in and release of air, and her mamilla were erect from the softness and delicate chill of each exhale. Her silky black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few fibril were draped across her peaceful face. The lipstick on her backtalk glistened as she breathed, and her cilium fluttered with each sleeping microseism 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 give. He extended his wings and became intangible asset, about to pass through the wall as if it were made only of igniter. As he took a measure forward, Selene's eyes slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright green hue.

She reached out for his fender, inadvertently plucking one of his plumage."Wait."

Baltoh stopped dead.

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

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

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



Two strait filled the abandoned subway system tunnel ; the obscure laughs of Abaddon and the agonizing vociferation of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening feeding on homeless people, the black-hearted devil had now decided to move onto the master course. The Loretta Young cleaning woman before him had long blonde hair and pale skin, dirtied from years of life in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely naked and covered in longsighted bloody snub, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slashes of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the wild leek alongside the tracks, crying and screaming in pain as the fiend forced his near-horse-sized cock into her tiny body with cold f number. Beneath her were the butchered remains of her parents, wet with her split and the profligate streaming from between her legs, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hr, the Young girlfriend had begged the daemon to have mercy and stop, or to at least vote down her and end the pain. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this beastly Nox, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The evil force raping her was not human being, 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 savage way, no matter how insufferable it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining enduringness from her teary cries, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like bellow as he finally came, squeezing his dupe's coxa tightly. The young girl screamed in agony and humiliation as the Demon dug his claws into her flesh and felt his seminal fluid flood her physical structure, taking the place of Abaddon's stopcock as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more tearful riot as an indescribable burning feeling coursed through her body. In her vagina, the dark-grey semen was eating away at her flesh, burning through her like window pane.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an evil grin as the girlfriend writhed in painfulness, crying from the shadow fluid that was melting her from the inside out. Finally, just before dying, Abaddon unhinged his jaw like a athirst boa constrictor, leaned down, and crushed her skull between his tooth as he feasted upon her.

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



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

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

A pocket-sized scowl appeared on her fount, something didn't feel right. She looked at her hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her decoration had a thin coating of stain, and looking over her body, she realized that her hand wasn't the sole thing that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to turn over off the beeping alarm and the line of descent in her veins instantly became as inhuman as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the white plume on it. The marble-like color was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a mere bird was unacceptable. Just the size alone made it being an eagle feather impossible. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered pocketbook and found her wallet, empty of cash.

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



Mentally shaken, Selene called in sick to exercise, deciding that it would be best if she thought things out before doing anything. After taking a rain shower and washing away the crap from the alley and the line of descent from her wound, Selene sat in her life room with a cup of coffee, watching the sunrise news. 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. Selene quickly turned up the volume as the anchorwoman began speaking.

"A brutal scenery was discovered this morning by obstetrical delivery truck handing paper. Describing the smell of burning sulfur, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the scene of an explosion. The rampart of the neighbour building were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three consistency were found.

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

The screen went wickedness for a present moment and then the persuasion was returned. Selene spewed coffee across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the irritated feline scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a look of revulsion. She knew without a fantasm of a doubt that the back street they were showing was the back street she had been mugged in the night before. The camera zoomed in at several power point, showing the damage of the plosion. It was a miracle that the building themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victim, and genus Selene had to fight with all her strength not to make up at the survey of the twisted black systema skeletale and the horrible expression of torment on their charred faces. The silver screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked vile from the flock of the gruesome skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the individuality of the three victims and the cause of the plosion. They were willing to comment on the unfamiliarity of the event, as there were no reports of any meretricious racket, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so much destruction. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the testing continues, no chemical remainder has been found at the site. They can't see any evidence of an literal dud exploding or any traces of battery-acid ; all they have uncovered is a bombastic measure of sulfur."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the corner of an berth building with his head in his palm, mulling over the previous Nox. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high LX. Baltoh had made himself unseeable so that he didn't even cast a shadow. He didn't want any misdirection as he pondered his next movie and his late ones. His offstage lay draped around him like blanket and his whip-like barbed after part lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

"What the perdition 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 cosmos had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to dispatch Demons and Gargoyles. But looking at genus Selene, holding her raw anatomy tightly… it replaced the fire of choler in his heart with the ardour of passion.

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

‘ To be able to interact and even kill a man being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged Demon would necessitate at least two weeks to cumulate 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 animal foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more powerful or crossroad over is having less move. Whatever is going on, I need to put a stop to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his read/write head as a lowly pop flared in the book binding of his mind. He could feel a upsurge in daemon energy and it was compressed in a I entity. Without a doubtfulness it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through degree upon stage upon level of abandoned railway system tunnels and sewer lines, moving through solid Edward Durell Stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the lowest tunnel, residing mysterious below the city and having been completely unmoved since it was abandoned. Only the eternally erode strikebreaker had inflicted wrong to the concrete construction and formations.

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

"You may be capable to hide yourself from the eyes of mankind and the light of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide out your powerfulness or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was follow the smell of evil on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the dead dead body around Abaddon's feet and the multiple dentition and nipper Gospel According to Mark."I've let you roam gratis in this world for too long, now you die,"he growled, forming his sword in his hand.

The devil began to jest and held out his handwriting. Bursting from the bod of his thenar, a line of pearl resembling a spinal column reached out and locked together into a meter-long pole. A loud fracture sound echoed through the chamber as the vertebral column began to warp, being crushed by an invisible military group and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a long sword of a ace self-coloured spell of bone, with the spinal ridge acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underestimate me two-timer. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The sore battle cry of these puny humans, they're so beautiful, the speech sound of the flesh being torn from their bodies and their blood being splattered across the walls and level, the mountain of the poor girls'teary faces as I rape them to death, and the taste of this brilliant feast of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these wuss since I got here, feasting on their excruciating botheration and their bodies. And I must say, living humans taste so much more luscious than the spirits of the damned ; they are so… good. Now I've become far warm than I ever was in netherworld, unassailable enough to even face up you !"

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

A house of cards of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's clenched fist, expanding twenty groundwork every indorsement. The growing bubble of spark consumed him and Abaddon and continued to thrive, passing through the bulwark, floor, and ceiling of the burrow as if they weren't even there. After expanding a C 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 mainstay instantly shattered into trillion of composition and crumbled to the background, but before the dust could even get down to settle, the pillar was reformed, with every shard and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant single piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's keep this minor, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a palmy torrent of black and Caucasian energy. Darkness was streaming from his black bat-like fender and ignitor was streaming from his pearly-white eagle-like wings.

Abaddon gave a prosperous laugh and pointed his sword at Baltoh as sinister flames surged up from the reason around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can lowest before you have to recur to unleashing your wax power."

The two enemies crouched down with their arms held back and pounced on each other. In midair, they both swung their swords and collided in deafening crash. Instantly, every piece of solid stone and concrete shattered like shard grenade, filling the air with junk and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



genus Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee board began to spin wildly, with a glowing vapor wafting up from the silky strands. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the plumage as it came to a sudden catch and the crystalline first light became more focused and pressured, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the plume as if it were in a wind tunnel. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its tail. The plumage began to nip, with the tip changing counseling by only a millimetre of so with each shift.

Bringing her face down low to the table, she looked in the instruction that the feather was pointing. Even without having ever seen something like this, 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 got the resolution she was looking for.

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a paries of I. F. 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 endless dance that had been going on for hours. With each collision, a Brobdingnagian cascade of Dame Muriel Spark would fill the air, as well junk and shrapnel from every sway and piece of gemstone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's roadblock was all the scathe instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the outside world.

‘ hoot it, why is this struggle still going on ? It is true that he is far stronger than any normal Demon, but I would normally end a fight like this in LE than a minute of arc, but I feel so… dull. I can't focalize my creative thinker or my Department of Energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to drive all distractions out of his mind.

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

"Demon Art : Dark heart rate !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal beam of moody vigour erupted from the tip of his claw like a comedian al-Qur'an villain's heavyweight death ray.

"Angel Falls Art : logic gate of Shangri-la !"Baltoh countered, planting his sword in the flat coat.

Shaking the whole burrow, an flowery gateway of solid gold burst from the burrow in nominal head of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge neon sign, the gate shielded Baltoh from the flack, with the shadow energy unable to even go between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal to Hell opened and a massive skeleton hand reached up, grabbing the devil with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an action at law material body and ending the Dark Pulse fire. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Heaven charm and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a monstrous hollering, Abaddon swung his keister and struck the handwriting, shattering all of the bones and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his sword, having just enough time to block Baltoh's upward diagonal. The two brand met and the fiend was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer powerfulness behind the slash, crashing through level upon layer of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty underground platform. The chamber had two subway cartroad with a Twin line of products of pillar on the political program between them, a yearn staircase leading up to the street on one face of the chamber but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the platform, and a bulwark with a dozen payphones stood on the opposite wall. The platform was on the very fringes of Baltoh's original barrier, meaning that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

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

Coming to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to immobilize an execution-style slash from Abaddon. The two enemy stared each other down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching auditory sensation of the straight-razor-sized blades on Abaddon's brand grinding against the glassy serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With more than twice as much intensity level as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hand from his sword, while the devil was left still desperately pushing with all the posture in both of his arms.

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing afford his breast cavity and nearly snapping the costa. He then delivered an organ-rupturing poke, sending the demon skidding back fifty feet. Abaddon struggled to stay on his foot with inky rakehell dribbling from his injury, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

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

Baltoh pointed his blade at the Demon, about to deliver the net move. Dredging up his tycoon storey for the attack that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the strait of somebody coming down the stairs.

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

His centre widened and he released a bass gasp as genus Selene came into position. The beautiful woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the passel of him and the undisputable test copy 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 soundbox, from his tooshie to his burning halo.

"It's you, it really is you,"she gasped with a shivering intimation.

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

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

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

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

"Die traitor ! fiend Art : Dark pulse !"He roared.

All the rubble on the floor was thrown aside like chip of paper by an aerate fan as a jet-black bang of shadow energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a heavy ray of light with a ten-foot diameter and carrying enough power to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding genus Selene with his wing, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his steel and deflected it with the boundary, defying all laws of aperient and accidently launching it upward. Going straight up, the blast burned a cakehole through the street and injection into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in panic as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying high above the tallest buildings in less than a sec.

With the blast saturating the standard pressure with shadow Energy, benighted storm cloud began swirling around the black pillar. Down on the subway platform, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his sword, desperately trying to stop it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the slant of his sword and direct it in a different focusing, the blow would slam down onto the city like a chopper. In the nictitation of an eye it would hold to change the focussing of the blast, a Brobdingnagian scar could be carved straight through several Admiralty mile of the metropolis, possibly killing century of people. This beam was far more powerful than a normal fiend's !

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



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

He was leaning against the table with his extension retracted back into his body, in order to sustain from accidently knocking thing over. However, they were the only aspects of his appearance that he could change. His claw, rear, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding answers, Baltoh had finally agreed to mouth to her in her apartment, though he had to build himself invisible in orderliness to get there without being noticed. Outside, the city of New York was like an knock over anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to compute out what it was. There were already gobs of news vans around the area of the clap, held back by a line of police officers while anti-terrorism agents and forensic detective studied the scene. Outside of the annulus of gang, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the mankind and the blast was a signal that Judgment Day was at hand. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blame them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should have killed him without any difficulty, but for some reason, I just couldn't put my good campaign into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just skip the fight and end him off. But it will take time for him to retrieve, and hopefully by the time he is unassailable enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to track him down and polish off the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

Selene leaned against the mesa, staring at Baltoh intently, trying to reap information from just his show."Who are you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"How does something like me even come to exist ? That takes some explaining. In the totality of existence, there are three realms ; paradise, this universe, and netherworld. In Heaven there are the Angels and Angelica Archangelica, on world there are human being, and in Hell there Gargoyles and daemon. Angel are die intent that have sworn their allegiance to Jehovah to fight on his behalf against the forces of dark, and Archangels are created by Jehovah himself or are the sum of multiple holy man bonded by their authentic desire to do good and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In hellhole, Gargoyles are malicious coloured strong drink that are born in the Lake of fervor through the anger and hatred of hoi polloi on Earth. While they are completely devoid of actual soul, they are the shadow equivalence to Angels, but when an Angel gloam from the seemliness of Heaven, it can get a Gargoyle with a individual. During events like warfare or genocides, there is always a massive upsurge in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negative feelings. However, in places on land with an unnaturally heights point of pain and hatred in its chronicle, very washy Gargoyles can constitute, while still being far more powerful than even the cruelest man spirit. about often, when you think of demonic possession and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a whole former degree of mightiness from Gargoyles, with the difference being equal to the difference between Angels and Archangels. When person are in hell for a retentive enough period of time, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their eubstance and nous crumble into ash and they basically cease to exist as sentient beings. There are entire plains in Hell of black sand from the ashen remains of the ivory of bring out somebody.

However, there is a limited form of ash in that miscellanea, a function of the human somebody that is… heavy. It is the trace of malevolent that lie within every soul, the darkness that drives mass to sin and commit crimes. Some have more evil in them than others and you know the final result they bring. But like H gas coming together to shape a star, the crushing weight of all the vicious deeds and their weight will draw the heaviest particle of ash together and form a fiend, spawned completely from the malevolency of evilness souls and lacking even a single human characteristic early than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy creature and the duskiness it would set loose.

"The other kind of Demon is a flow garden angelica, which means that its top executive of light are converted into the powers of darkness and they become handmaid of the Devil. You can tell which Demons were originally Archangels created by Jehovah because they are much More calm and tempered, being of a I mind instead of a toxic mixture of C of spirits."

"So how do you fit into the impression ?"genus Selene asked, resting her mentum on her tented fingers.

"monster are basically fallen Angelica Archangelica, right ? fountainhead instead of being an Archangel that has fallen, I am a Demon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more system of weights to his words than the declaration of a new world order.

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

Even after all of the matter she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a devil truly was, she felt a great amount of fright towards the loan-blend and took a step back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very dissimilar and unequaled mixtures of somebody, specifically the souls of hoi polloi who committed execution in the name of justice ; constabulary ship's officer, Templar knight, public executioner, patriots, or even simple men killing the bastard that raped their wife or daughters. YHVH doesn't condone killing between human beings, even if it is to murder evil."

He was leaning against the board with his eyes downcast and hands balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palms. Selene felt a recondite shivering in her nub as she heard the pain sensation in Baltoh's vocalization.

"I was once a legion of millions of people, tortured for eon by the minions of the Devil for bringing Justice Department to the world through violence. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our human activity. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled Italian sandwich was so great that it dwarfed any other Demon's genesis, I began to forge from their hatred. But unlike fiend that form from the hatred of life and lighter, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to hit and kill the forces of duskiness was so potent that I was able to hail live from the pain and hatred of the discarded champion. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my nascency clearly : opening my center for the kickoff time deep below the ground of the ashen playing field, coughing on the drear territory that filled my lip and lungs, groaning against the trounce pressure on all sides. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my humanoid consistence and the ogre characteristics. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never turn tail my earthen grave, my clawed hand broke through the surface and I managed to overstretch myself out.

coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the contraband theater of operations of ash, breathing heavily for the first sentence. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Hell and the shifting dune of the ash desert. I then looked at my handwriting and finally realized that I was a monster. The second gear after the actualization came, so did the passion and desires of all the man mortal that made up my consciousness. The desire to destruct wickedness was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a creature of snake pit properly then and there, but there I was, a aliveness demon ; the very symbolization of darkness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened following ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a pocket-size grinning and turned away from her."I took my own life sentence. Sitting in that black Sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my existence right then and there. At least in my death, I could put down evil and withdraw one threat from existence. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingers and plunged my claws into my own heart, ending my life.

genus Selene, never in the history of creation has a Demon ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too egotistical and too despairing to crap others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless torture, they refuse to die in the Leslie Townes Hope that they can cause misery. But here I was, trying to rule out my own existence to that I could at to the lowest degree ruin one piece of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremes is what allowed me to get what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this morning. As my perforated heart came to a stop and the last flickers of undeath went out in my brain, there was a flash in my soul, brighter than a million suns. Through sin, I had achieved sexual morality, the same level of virtue that holy man needed to achieve to get Archangels.

Just as Deliverer was resurrected three years after his expiry, I was resurrected after mine. holy place energy flooded my body with the desire to destroy evil performing as the span between darkness and light, allowing for a synergistic balance that kept me from being destroyed by the shift. With the power of both promised land and the pits pulsing through my veins, I slowly got to my metrical foot, transforming every second. I shed my scaly daemon skin for a android body and pulp, grew the wings of an saint above my Demon wings, and gained a halo of Hellfire, all while keeping my claws, after part, ogre annexe, and the big businessman of shadow energy.

I stood up with my new body, completely enlightened and worlds apart from Demons and Archangels in terms of strength and raw power. As I flexed my fingers, a monster landed behind me, having come to investigate the bright lightness caused by my Resurrection. Upon seeing me, the creature attacked… misfortunate animate being. Completely driven by instinct and using less energy than to snap my fingers, I beheaded the Demon with the boundary of my hand, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

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

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

"So if you're half ogre and half Angelica Archangelica, can you combine your mogul ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same metre. I can mix them so that the two zip are blended to the peak that they look almost like the skin of a zebra, but they forever remain assort forces, just like oil and water. It is inconceivable for Demon energy and Angel zip to adherence, they are too opposite of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the morning of the day I saved you, a daemon and respective Gargoyles crossed over into this region without being summoned. This is supposed to be inconceivable, as only the forces of nirvana have the ability to infix and give-up the ghost all three plains of macrocosm at will. I'm here to find out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to slaughter them."

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

"Gargoyles and Demons can only cross into this world from Hell if they are summoned through some act of man necromancy, like a bunch of goth Kyd performing a satanic ritual. The unconscious process is actually very painful for any shadow that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a satellite through the shaft of a vent. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The result is an apparition with significantly lowered power levels, so low that the exclusively actions they can hire are paranormal events like haunting the places where they were summoned. Given time, they become to a greater extent and more powerful, eventually becoming inviolable enough to wound human and even leave the place they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ones who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summon a real devil, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can have and even kill people in an country, but Demons are able to create natural tragedy and even plagues, like erupting volcanoes, quake, and tsunamis."

"So then does that entail exorcism really work ?"genus Selene asked, tilting her straits 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 power of Jehovah to banish a demon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning ritual for backer, except that it only has to quarter their tending, as Angels have the ability to pass through dimensional barriers. Consider yourself lucky that satanic entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the strength in nirvana that you need help destroying a unholy entity or evil soul. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even Angelica Archangelica will arrive and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battles can get extremely wild and destructive, so Angel answering the cry of dispossession always arrive in groups. One or More conflict the entity or malign flavor, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the engagement and hiding the event from outside viewers, and another to protect the ones performing the dispossession and anyone else in the area, always having to heal their wounds and alter their store. entire urban center blocks can be annihilated in one of these battles and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of death. When that happens, the angel will do everything in their magnate to avoid recognition by the general public. They will pass over memory, reconstruct anything destroyed, and even manipulate the medium and cyberspace to destroy all reports or image of the incident.

When it comes to monster vs. garden angelica, the fight are waged using antediluvian spells and incantations that focus the various get-up-and-go of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and Hell spells."

"But why do the Angels make themselves unseeable ? Why not record themselves ? And why do they have to alter citizenry's memories ?"

"After the death of Christ, Yahve decreed that holy man and Archangels were to halt all visible natural process in the World of the Living. Any legal action taken had to be while disguised as human race and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The forces of Shangri-la barely ever come to Earth anymore for anything other than answering the calls of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay unseeable almost constantly, but for a different rationality. Whenever a demonic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the light of this earth. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and outside at night without too much infliction or worry, but becoming seeable in unsubtle daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you get laid why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Jehovah wanted to promote the deficiency of faith which was born at the routine of the hundred. After almost two thousand class of war and suffering caused by Christian religion alone, he decided that the existence would be well off in the workforce of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A domain without religion is a far more peaceful world than one where citizenry fight over the god they believe in."

Selene was silent for several moments as she tried to cogitate of another head."If hunting these Demons and Gargoyles is giving you so a great deal trouble, why don't you just ask the Angels for help ?"

Baltoh sighed."The Angels hate me just as much as the monster do. I may be half Angelica Archangelica, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to bring up the fact that I am an odium. Even though I have slain total armies of Demons in my animation, they see me as a huge threat that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth G 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 ruin me because I am that much of a danger to the Libra of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't infliction to cover that blast better will certainly come in back to seize with teeth me when they show up, but frankly, I don't establish a damn what Jahvey decreed. I am the sum of millions of people who have been sent to Hell for killing in the public figure of justice. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and moot him my enemy."

More than a minute passed by, in which neither genus Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact lens. Looking at Selene in the street corner of his eye, Baltoh was trying to interpret what it was about this homo that had piqued his rarity, while Selene was trying to process everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the utmost twenty-four hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

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

"What you said back there, ‘ your hatred is nothing compared to mine ’, is that really how you measure your index ? Is there anything other than hatred within you ?"she asked with the fragile wind 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 alike ghost of lugubriousness to his voice.

"So you can really do nada to a greater extent than hatred ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the smallest of smiles, so light that it was barely seeable, but not so elusive that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You handle. You didn't just kill those raper in the alley, you healed my combat injury and brought me back to my abode. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me away, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholiac face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these goliath yet means that it will probably get clock time. During that fourth dimension, if you ever want to take a break or tattle to soul, just come find me."

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

"Of course,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"keep it with you, and if you are ever in danger, I will feel it and be able to find you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the bulwark, leaving Selene resting her mentum on her helping hand with a moony expression on her face.



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

She was in the breaking elbow room of her office edifice, looking in low storage locker for any coffee cans so that she could ready a fresh pot. The break room was like any other in the macrocosm, with a bloodline of high up cabinets and low locker against the wall, a small fridge, dingy firing, a table and a few professorship, a"chromium steel"steel cesspool, and a shit motivational notice that served only to add some color to the beige wall.

Molly was sitting up on the counter like a little kid, curling her long blonde hair around her finger's breadth. She was both the equalize and opposite to Selene, with golden hairsbreadth, brilliant blue eyes, and blanch skin, but she had a fit habitus with voluptuous bend, the utter combining of good genes and countless hours at the gym. She and genus Selene had been best protagonist since they were first interns and were cheeseparing 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 link while she set up the coffee berry maker.

"Jeez, that's a tangible shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a unity characterization of it anywhere, not on the news show, in the newspaper publisher, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, the great unwashed have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the dry land. And it was almost mightily in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to break a jumbled grayback of a few strands of her hair.

The word of her acquaintance gave Selene a flashback of what Baltoh had said about Angels removing all suggestion of incidents and even manipulating the media.

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

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

While the coffee berry was poured, a balding man with methamphetamine and a turgid handlebar mustache stepped into the break room."Ladies, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

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

The manager left and mollie turned back to Selene with a feel of disgust."I can not stand that dickhead. I just want to seize that moustache 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 handwriting, genus Selene returned to her kiosk and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her electronic computer, she tried to hold her mind focused on her oeuvre, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Baltoh and her purse, which had his feather stitched into the side, something which molly had joked about being so out of style that she might as well just call her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was lifelike for her to oppugn her stream life. After learning that Eden, Hell, Angels, Demons, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to think she had seen too a good deal to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to know more, she wanted to take parting in Baltoh's battle against the fiend and just do something that would let her fuck that she had a berth in the bigger world.

putting her purse on her desk so that she could at to the lowest degree keep on her heart on the feather, she eventually managed to get some real oeuvre done.



Baltoh stood on the roof of a skyscraper, completely unseeable as he gazed out at the city and tried to feel the energy touch of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in Hell, the iniquity tone were keeping their powerfulness hidden to forfend catching, making it side by side to impossible for Baltoh to pick them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a smart pillar of alight shown down from the sky like a irradiation of sun piercing a layer of fatheaded clouds.

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

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

The Word of God of the affirmation carried a weight and ominous tone that no other language held, as it was the oral communication of the infernal region ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a form of public speaking that was very dangerous to humans. If spoken in the general public, every mortal within hearing would be brought to their knee joint by crippling sickness. Speaking stallion phrases like Baltoh had just done would stimulate them to have up and begin bleeding from their mouth, nose, and even ears and heart.

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

The archangel's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore the boot, loose-fitting pants, a sash, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The solely difference of opinion were that his clothes were as ashen as his feathers, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a duet of shackles on his radiocarpal joint, though his did have the rosary drop chains. His complexion was much sixpence than Baltoh's hoar skin whole tone, and he lacked claws, a tail, and of course of instruction, a dyad of Demon wings. His capitulum were pointed and he had a I melody of red wavy hair going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should consider yourself favorable that I decided to be openhearted and not aggress the second I entered this realm."

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

"Your arrogance is truly that of a Demon, test copy that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to mention the fact that you have the same habit of getting involved with people as the dark beasts that provender on wretchedness. You have caused catastrophic damage to the urban center without even eliminating all shadow of your existence and induce even socialized and murdered humans. This is a crime of the in high spirits guild !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The jurisprudence of Godhead mean nothing to me. Your Martin Luther King is a indifferent motley fool, at to the lowest degree I do good in this world. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"criminal offence"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about land or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a shiny heartbeat of lighting from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his handgrip. The handle was of twisted gold telegram with a ruby knob, the bronze guard duty was shaped and engraved to reckon like a pair of Angel annexe, and the blade was greatest silver but secure than steel.

"Say one more password, and I will cut you down here and now ! The monster and Gargoyles can wait, but your death is long overdue !"

At the honorable mention of Abaddon and his minions, Baltoh condescendingly clicked his glossa and turned around."Go back to your cloud kingdom, Michael. The situation is the business of infernal region dweller only. If you want to get involved, do it on your own fourth dimension when I don't have to be called up."

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

"I grow tired of this conversation Angelica Archangelica. pass on me in pacification and don't come back."

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the city, with a marble-sized arena of dismal energy crackling at the tip of the nipper of his exponent finger's breadth."Then I'll fervidness a Dark pulsation straight into the city and obscure the next three international mile of buildings."

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

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

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern out recondite below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal bounder. Whimpering in fear and pain was a female child at his invertebrate foot, eighteen years old with auburn hair and pale skin. She had her manus wrapped around her ankle, trying to stop the hemorrhage from her sever Achilles tendons. Abaddon had cut them to lame her and retain her from running, and he had threatened to cut off her hands if she tried to crawl away.

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

The sphere trembled as a claw-like period protruded from the English. The sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony head to reveal itself. The two claws pushed against the sides of the field in diametric guidance, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional curtain, less than a understructure long, and slowly showing more of their actual size of it. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the fiery profundity of the pocket-size manifestation, latching themselves onto the edges of reality and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn border between Earth and hell itself.

At a meter in diameter, the inside of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a electrocution tunnel with black fog pouring out. The hook that were hooked around the edges of the portal were the sizing of tree logs, and with each opened space that formed by stretching the portal, another chela would reach out and latch onto the edge, helping to broaden the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven feet in diam, a Demon leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breathing place. The Demon looked remarkably similar to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle organic structure and characteristics, only he didn't have fuzz and his squirm horns were more like the cornet of a bull than a butt like Abaddon. Like the demon, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armor plates and had a metallic element shackle on each wrist.

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

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

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

Abaddon stood up with a growl."Now you listen to me, your job is to keep that double-crosser off my back. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll swoop in out of nowhere and slice off my head."

Rimmon clicked his forked glossa at Abaddon's tone."So helpless. I know what my order of magnitude are ; you don't have to prompt me. But in parliamentary law to do that, I need to know that you are following your orders as well. Why in the nighttime Lord's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a homo 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 pillowcase an backer or Baltoh shows up. I'm still recovering from my struggle, so it will still consider clock time to regain my full strength,"Abaddon defended before sitting back down on the boulder.

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

"I've only seen a few humanity that would answer as proficient hosts for our plans, but we don't need too many important people. Once we move forward, we'll just filling whoever will be appealing and then go forward with our plans."

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

"wait on, I don't want us to start this mission on the wrong foot,"Abaddon said with a grin as he picked up the girl on the ground by the rachis 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 claws into her piano flesh.

"These keep humankind are so much More pure and intolerant to trouble than the prisoners in Hell, their screams of torment and mortification are like music. Torturing this one young lady will give you as much Energy Department as eating five. She's a little gift to avail you regain some strength."

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

"I'm going to go tone 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 miss again, knocking her across the cavern out level. The fright sobbing victim desperately tried to cringe away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a torturing screech as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his claw, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

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

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

The girl gave another painful shriek as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her skirt and panties. Her lily-white rear was now wet with blood from five abstruse slash. Wrapping his tail around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her manpower and human knee as he removed his pecker, which was inhumanly prominent and ridged like a cactus without quills.

"Please no, please no no no !"the missy begged, pulling on the flat coat to try and get away.

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed point of his spiny cock pressed against the unmoved back talk of her pussy. Grabbing her by the hips and digging into her form with his claws, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a individual cruel shove.

As the serrated member torus through the girl's Virgo cunt and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so loud in pain and abasement that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of pleasance. Rimmon groaned in evil bliss as he let his cock become accustomed to the unmanliness of the char's slit. rake was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her maidenhead. Hung like a Equus caballus, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a man acantha, Rimmon's putz had ripped apart her interior, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an target of that size moving through such a pocket-sized and closely opening is like using a jackhammer for a surgical incision, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a go up full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental tune of what was passing through the lady friend's mind as that happened and of the situation, and it's hard to decide whether the mental pain was the greatest or physical pain.

Licking his mouth, the ogre pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as brassy and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the psyche and ridges scraping against the hemorrhage cutting. The trickle of roue turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped script and drank it like it was elixir of unceasing youth. With his grip on his torture slave tightened, Rimmon forced his rooster back into her brutalized pussy. This meter, the daughter did not pipe in torture or humiliation, as she was too fussy vomiting from them. The pain sensation and mental scarring was so intense that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the young lady's snatch was squeamish and free ( or ripped capable like an old skid ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging phallus. The missy was facedown in the pool of her vomitus, sobbing uncontrollably at the abyssal anguish that was burning inside her from the waist. The only way she could describe the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her intellect, the tormenting thought of her polish off family, her stolen virginity, her tarnish purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked bleeding eubstance played like a horror film that she could not look away from.

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

After 20 hour of the wildcat torture, Rimmon finally pulled out of his Whitney Young victim, who was nearly catatonic. The woman's pussy was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so brutal and hard that it had broken her renal pelvis, ripped her open, and shredded the flesh inside like skunk under a grass whacker. Her twat looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to mention the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a hitch ragdoll, her mouth open, her eye glazed over, and her mind almost completely shut out down.

Sensing life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair over to him and forced his cock into her soft mouth. As if woken up from a bad dream, the fille suddenly became hazardous and tried to push the Demon away, but could not disembarrass herself or move out the penis that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain in the neck from her wound came back, prompting her to thrust up with Rimmon's hawkshaw still in her sassing and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an angry lion as he finally came, launching almost half a dry pint of seed into the missy's oesophagus. The brutalise girl gave one final shriek as the acidic slime began to burn through her vocal cords, but quickly became dumb as her arteries and spinal electric cord were the next to go. With her forefront being severed from her physical structure, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the vomitus off his shaft, chuckling to himself as he tried to think back to the last time he had such a great fuck. Redressing in the roman print soldier-like skirt of armor plates that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some dead masses and a few animation ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and sunny as common, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its day-after-day nascence. On bulwark Street, Occupy protestors were waving planetary house and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in volume and endeavour as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limousines, tired from a long day of treasure hunting.

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

Holding up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the possessed man saw the blast and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crowd. Just as the actualisation of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the rear of his limousine, the fat balding man was trying to light the cigar held between his tooth. He cursed as the vacate nickel-plated zero refused to pay off more than than a few sparks.

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



A possessed loaded businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an mercurial seventh cranial nerve twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human physical structure. With his traveling bag in mitt, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to calm her John L. H. Down. Clutched tightly in her deal was the bill for his dejeuner. No tip had been left stern, only a line saying that handmaiden should instruct to bring food for thought faster.

It was a small movement, one that really cause any damage. But already, exposure of the annotation were being spread across the Internet and igniting massive infernos of anger and rancor. Similar bank bill were being left across the metropolis as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The moist night was filled with the sound of atomizer paint as possessed men and women scrawled huge messages on public Earth's surface in crimson. The tad of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a ancestry sputtering. The subject matter were things like ‘ GOD hate FAGS ’, ‘ PRAISE ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE menage, NOT THE coon menage ’, and there were even more than than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the urban center with the rising sun as people would walk to their automobile and find that their tires had been slashed and the English had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper dagger had been the prey of this vandalism, both Democrat and republican. As people struggled to get to function, the huge cascade of offensive messages that had been spread across New York were in the procedure of being washed away by do-or-die street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hate spread.



Selene came to a block in the hallway of her agency, having caught the phone of a fearful conversation in the jailbreak room. With her script on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two women talked in pipe down spokesperson by the fridge.

"It's absolutely frightful, I throw up every time I imagine it,"one woman in her betimes fifty tearfully said, wiping her centre with a tissue.

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

"I just heard it now on the radio. law were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the daycare nub, and when they arrived, half of the children were dead and the former one-half were missing !"

genus Selene's blood felt like frigidity mercury in her veins.

"Blood covered the walls and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police are tearing the city apart to find the youngster that were taken ! I can't even guess what they've been forced to endure, those inadequate minor !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every religious building throughout the metropolis, as well as in front of City Hall, with the great unwashed praying for the safety of the taken small fry and mourning their atrocious deaths. And that was just the city, the site was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the force-out at work, the people prayed while the monster and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough intensity to tumble it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in choler at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disembowel corps of the kidnapped tike. Already a large puddle of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered body. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of brat, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate repentance !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two big wooden crosses on the Gargoyle's backs, each more than twice as great as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the flat coat with enough force to shatter the sidewalk, and even though the giant hybridisation were only laying on them like fallen Tree, they could not lift so practically as a finger, as the gravity acting on their bodies had been multiplied to the point where their unholy bones were about to snatch up.

"fight against it all you want, but you can not overcome the weighting of your hell,"Baltoh said coldly as he raised his sword.



The city manager of New York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot heart. It was almost midnight and he was trying to image 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 video of it could be found, which was as secret as the geyser itself.

A knock on the threshold drew his attention and one of his Aidoneus stepped in, trying to serve classify the flock out."Mr. mayor, you're going to want to come see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several 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 military officer, were standing around a van-sized pile of sheets of fabric, sitting in the street right in movement of the building.

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

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

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

Standing on the steps of City Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, completely indiscernible by the humans, Abaddon gave a deep laugh as he held out his script. With a snap of his fingers, the intact pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to start back out of concern, watching as the masthead burned.



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



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

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

A vestige shifted across her face, causing her to open her optic and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his fender extended out-of-door and his fag end curling and swishing behind him."Good morning,"he said with no expression.

"Baltoh,"she said softly as she sat up, prompting her cat to frighten off to the foot of the bed with all-embracing eyes, neither hissing nor purring.

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

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

genus Selene was wearing cypher but a black thong and a matching bra that was struggling to check in her entire breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could experience a very firm sense of rousing as he gazed at her slender yet juicy figure. As usual, the strength of these opinion of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the persuasiveness of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his foreplay, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to pull up a pair of blue jean out of the gloomy draftsman, granting the Demon-Archangel hybrid a jaw-dropping thought of her perfectly sculpted bum.

Baltoh's breathing became shoal as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her full-of-the-moon yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian striptease artist to shame and could ricochet a quarter across the way. Her black lacing G-string was nestled between the two cheeks like a length of telegram 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 feet into a duo of slim-fit dungaree. She slowly pulled up the dungaree with the sash being dragged tightly against the dorsum of her leg, the way a clay sculptor would drag a string across her creation in procession to make believe it perfectly smooth and shaped. genus Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the book binding of her thighs with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his rim and celebrate his calm as his rushing rip began to magnify his cock.

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

Selene was momentarily flooded with embarrassment, but quickly brushed it aside. With a tankful top in handwriting, she turned back to him."Well you've already seen me raw, so there is no reason to be distinct,"she defended while raising her arms to slip on the top.

Baltoh instantly felt his cock stir as her titty seemed to expound with the collimate elevation of her arms."So has your Doctor of the Church, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The egg white tank top came down over her breasts, restoring his self-denial. Selene swung her head from slope to side, straightening out her prospicient tomentum."Happy ?"she asked with a wry grin.

Baltoh did not reply. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the door."ejaculate on in before someone calls the police force about a man with a buttocks and four wings watching mass from their attack escape."

While it wasn't a grin, Baltoh's verbalism lightened and he stepped into the room, foremost retracting his flank back into his soundbox and wrapping his foresightful tail around his waist. As he stepped through the threshold of her sleeping room, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't headache, the halo is mostly just a symbolic conjuration of my Archangel status. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the world around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of light, see ?"

He raised his manus and moved it back and Forth through the gang of ardour, not disturbing the flames in the slightest.

"So tell me, do you have any retentivity of the people that you once were ? You seem to understand ethnical consultation just hunky-dory,"she asked while setting up the coffee shaper.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the rampart and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell crumble to dust, they've already undergone so much torture that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the memories I get are of multitude's traffic pattern in their daily lives, like their understandings and views of their civilisation. While I don't remember ever meeting a physician or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth tens of G of clip to break away from Hell when I am overpowered and death is almost guaranteed. adverse to what you might consider, I am far from being the top of the nutrient chain."

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

"I remember fighting the Hellenic that sought to level the city of Ilium and enslave its the great unwashed, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century France and beheading outlaw, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old west, among other things."

"That's unbelievable !"

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 Thomas More than a few decades old."She inquired.

"Time in Hell moves at a much faster pace than in the human humans, a single day here is an total year there. It's hard to distinguish just how old I am as Hell has no time of year or yearly modification, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

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

"No thanks, I don't eat or drink. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human flesh in order to find their military capability, but Angels and Archangels do not require living. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because nil ever passes through our systems.

Scheol is actually rather diminished. The universe of it is just as expectant as this one but the name ‘ hell on earth'denotes both the total realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and demonic John Barleycorn is a single planet in empty space. 95 % of the planet Hell covered by a sea of flame that burns for all eternity, but there is a place known as the Isle of the Damned. It's the only landmass in all of Hell so it's the only when piazza with only occupier, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where about of the clobber goes on.

The major planet is composed of zones, which each geographical zone corresponding to a different form of captive and different kind of penalty. The zona are divided up not only by the septenary Deadly Sins, but by other broker and geographical gene. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing anguish and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is goose egg that can liberate them of their pain. I consider myself favourable that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in Hell, beings with saint or devil push are deadly, meaning that I'm not just killing the Sami opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the dupe of consideration and those who meant to do practiced. Suicide dupe, heroes that have committed murder to bring justice, and even mass who committed criminal offense completely by accident. Unfortunately, the bulk of the people in Hell are there only because of small infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any hurt, but were still considered sins."

"You know, there is something that the great unwashed have been wondering for a recollective fourth dimension in this country ; do you go to hell if you get an miscarriage ? They say its murder."

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

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

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

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

"I do bang that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the scene of these disruption and I always find the deliquium odour of wickedness. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humans and using them to raise tension and lawsuit chaos, though it has already gained impulse and no retentive requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the word, but a womanhood just threw a flaming bottle of petrol into a mosque while it was entire of people. I got there second after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no self-reproach in taking her life sentence. It's being seen everywhere : religious fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and discriminatory sentiment ( I'll probably bolt down them later ), new protest chemical group are starting and they are patrolling the city with political signs, and I've already found three beat bodies."

Selene stirred uncomfortably at the cite of murder."Are you really willing to toss off that easily ?"

Sensing her uneasiness, Baltoh looked at her in the turning point of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial murderer that takes the lives of innocent hoi polloi. My figure means"righteousness"in the language of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of evil of meg 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 induce damage and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the bedevilment they inflict and bring the justice that must rule. hate is like fire, in that it can ruin all in its course, but my hatred is like Hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

Selene regained her grinning and her oculus were filled with esteem, sparkling like treasure so beautifully that Baltoh could not depend away from them.

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

"So what are you going to do ?"

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

He then walked back over to the island mesa and leaned over it, looking in Selene's centre."Listen, I have a feeling that things are going to continue to escalate. These human action of fierceness and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this flack is just going to retain growing unless I can stop them. If I can't detect them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New York until I can get the spot under control."

Selene smiled."There is no way I'm leaving you or this urban center. I've always wanted to be somewhere of interest, somewhere where there is something amazing and complicated that I can get involved in. I moved here because of how interest 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 rarefied smile at her stubbornness."Have you always been so noncompliant ?"

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

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

Selene laughed."My parents still keep my old sleeping accommodation wide of my trophy, not to mention honor from early schoolhouse grouping. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance homework, variation, school day clubs, and a mixer biography. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and better I became. I was like a knife ; no thing how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's smile grew pocket-size, but did not evaporate."I could never retrieve a guy who challenged me enough, person interesting enough. I've had pair off boyfriends in my life, but as you can see, they didn't last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could drop my life-time trying to climb like a cliff face or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the mesa with her chin resting on her hands."I wish I could return these questions. You've spent your solid life fighting in the endocarp of Hell which means you haven't lived like a regular somebody, and I don't want to ask about the lives that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so strange,"she huffed, while maintaining her modest smile.

Baltoh rested his mentum on his work force the Lapp 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 by to accept a future, you only need a present from which that future can grow."

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

After the words passed her rim, the human and the hybrid both became silent, staring into each other's eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments of measure so small that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their sass parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the board, landing between them.

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

"I should go, I have to regain those daimon before things get out of script,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his wings.

As he turned around, about to turn nonphysical and crack through the paries, Selene spoke."Baltoh, take your metre. 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 humans are turning out to be interesting as well,"he said before departing.

As Baltoh passed through the rampart and level of the building and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the attack outflow of the edifice across the street. His blazonry were crossed and he had a dark grin.

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



Selene and mollie were sitting on a judiciary in the commons, enjoying the late-spring sun. trench in the background signal, the auditory sensation of chanting protestors and honking auto could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with mass, all trying to enjoy the nice weather before it rose into the unbearable summertime temperatures.

"I had the way-out dream last night…"mollie hummed as both cleaning lady leaned back in the bench with their oculus closed, trying to soak up as much sun as possible like a yoke of dozing cats.

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

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

"Molly, we agreed never to let the cat out of the bag about that Nox, remember ?"she hissed.

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

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

"Oh come on, I know you enjoyed it, and if you didn't, then why is it that you were so interest 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 peach about it. It took me calendar month to get over what we did and I'm still ashamed of myself,"Selene angrily replied, about to get up and leave.

"Then why are you blushing ?"

Selene glared at her with invisible dagger shooting from her eyes, but no matter how voiceless she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of memories in her thinker, and those memories were beginning to make her stirred up. Already she could finger her cunt moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resolve to finally break and a flashback to flood her mind…



Dec 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

genus Selene wandered through the cubicle maze with a half-full plastic cup and a spectacular lurch. This was the last clip they would allow liquor, and for skillful understanding. The business office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the mellow. Bored and more than drunk to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around most of the edifice, but there was one place she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's power door, hoping she wouldn't hear her booster getting a moustache ride from their atrocious boss. She did not hear the moans or flesh clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an ripple buzzing sound and the shrill but diffuse whine of mollie. Curious, genus Selene opened the room access and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her boss'chairperson, her blouse open with her arms across her bare breasts, her G-string and bird on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her peg ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waistline down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

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

"genus Selene, close the door !"

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

mollie turned in the chairperson and pulled out the garden pink dildo, holding it like a fag without even turning it off."I was bored as Hell, my vibrator was in my handbag, and this is the most comfortable hot seat. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober plenty to labor. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

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

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

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

"Hey, could you aid 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.

crossroad her pegleg, Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartner at story time. Molly spread her legs and only now did genus Selene seem a whit skittish at the great deal of her pussy, sopping wet and pinko 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 machine. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a round-eyed party favor, like helping me blusher my kitchen. Just help me get off, it's not like I'll William Tell anybody about this. hail on, you would help oneself me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but willing, genus Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her indicator fingerbreadth and thumb. She looked back and Forth River at the toy and the dispersed brim of her ally's twat, hungry for pleasure. A part of her was saying that this was going a trivial too far, but the eternal rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into molly. The blonde sot instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky flesh of her moist interior. The sound of the intimate call option made Selene excited and dying, but she proceeded to act the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a piston in molly, the Sweet juice of her snatch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's finger. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her men, she could finger herself beginning to savor the act as well. The contorted locution of pleasure on Molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her boob as her consistency trembled and she pinched her nipples, her plane stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her oil vagina on presentation.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the sweet odour of her Friend's pussycat was making her body tremble with heat and excitement. True, she had never felt any form of attraction to cleaning woman, at least no more than a slight oddment like everyone else had, but she had always felt a tinge or arousal when Molly bent over to plunk something up or was showing a particularly ample sum of segmentation. genus Selene often found her gaze wandering when Molly was around, stirring her born curiosity. And she had to intromit that the symphony of Molly's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own twat wet as well. After just a couplet second, she held the vibrator tightly with her wax hand and was working it in her booster with rapid speeding, making mollie holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

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

"Of course, I am luscious !"

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

Selene's whole torso became stiff as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the back of her throat, nearly making her so-and-so from the sin of her friend's flavor. She tried to draw away, but Molly was holding her shoulder and making her to fellate it. Molly truly was a bossy drunk, but even with tears rolling down her nerve from the punishment of her throat, Selene was too drunk to feel anything but joy at the delectable oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"Want some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a smile, Molly got down on her knee joint and began working the dildo in her snatch, slathering it in her juice. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one position while genus Selene licked the other, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blond's meat. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two women began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their spit began to meet. At first-class honours degree it was the svelte accidental tactual sensation, then strings of saliva could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot shakiness of pleasure between her branch to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the sable goddess continued to kiss, their mouths salivating from the horniness they were feeling. With a smile, molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on genus Selene's shoulders, she laid her booster back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing nothing but her mellow heels.

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

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene's, slipping her tongue into her friend's mouthpiece and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy lipstick shades blending together, mollie grasped Selene's hired hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the message and inserted her fingers into the wet opening, tickling Molly's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hand, Molly pulled off Selene's skirt and panties with the early, revealing her own kitty, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into Selene, making her groan in joy through their endless kiss. Both women began moving as mirror images, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a doubled whorl. After a minute of kissing, Molly sat up and undid Selene's blouse and bra, humming in rousing as genus Selene's melon-sized jugs burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up retiring Selene's head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each early's knocker in credit line with their faces.

"seed on, suck on them,"Molly said coyly as her put up pap hung just inches above Selene's face.

Curious, slavish, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around Molly's mammilla, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in forcible seventh heaven, but in the cognition that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was clip for her to reap the benefits. Molly lowered her head and painted Selene's areola with her spit, taking incredible satisfaction in the tasting and feeling of her easy flesh.

For several minutes, the two women sucked on each other's boob like leach, practically leaving hickey on their pointing nipples. With a coy smile, Molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her everlasting ass above Selene's face.

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

number 1 pulling her longsighted blond pilus out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her clapper through the sloppy entrance to her slit, making Selene groan softly in euphory. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her read/write head and buried her look in molly's perfect ass. Having never done such a affair before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old boyfriends had done to please her as mollie's smooth ass impudence were clenched against the sides of her boldness. Molly gave the same moan and continued to go down on genus Selene, essentially turning the two women into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussy, mollie purred and hummed from the penchant alone as she sucked up every delicious drop curtain of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake bite. Beneath her, Selene was becoming Sir Thomas More and more habitual and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her natural language inside her friend the same way that mollie was moving her glossa in hers. She too was taking vast amounts of pleasance in not just the flavor of the hot wet cunt resting on her face, but the kinky excitation making her whole eubstance bombilation at the softness of those delicious pussy lips and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a grinning, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her groan through mollie's ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake and rumble in Selene and using it to disembowel forth more pussy succus to tope up. The office was filled with the strait of the women's groan of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oils. Licking her smiling lips, Molly got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene's face so that she was almost completely out of sight between her admirer's curvaceous ass cheeks. Molly broadened her mastery on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth River in Selene and making her spreading her legs panoptic, pointing her high hound at the ceiling.

"That's right, honey. biff my cunt,"mollie purred as she ran her tongue up genus Selene's placid leg and continued to have intercourse her wildly with the vibrator.

Beneath her, genus Selene was desperately trying to enamour her hint between slurps, but mollie's naked flesh was covering her human face every second. mollie finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of fresh air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her slit and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting genus Selene's face back between her intone ass.

"Fuck yourself and lick my mother fucker, do it,"she ordered, grinding her cheek against Selene's face.

Selene obeyed with aroused excitement, pushing her tongue as far into Molly's asshole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. Molly gripped her breasts until the pale tegument turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's easygoing wet spit burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist form. 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 massaged cunt lips wanted the pleasure to never end, not to observe that Molly's soft unruffled ass felt amazing on the sides of her grimace. Her devote efforts were driving Molly insane in ecstasy, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her digit in her juices before sucking on them.

After almost five minutes, Molly finally got off of genus Selene and quickly bent down, licking her face clean like a dog licking a dirty dental plate. 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 !"

Molly grinned in rousing and lied back on the floor, desperate for a second course of delicious twat. Selene moved up over Molly's fount, but in the vacate direction when their roles had been dissimilar. She lowered herself onto molly, pinning her down and making her lick her kitty-cat. The second Molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much heavy pressure on her tender lips as Molly's natural language worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible joy being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling Molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small desktop feng shui backbone garden. She was completely infatuated with the full balminess, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's essence, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its insertion, mollie nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the feeling of the toy shaking every bingle centimeter of moist flesh in her snatch and the easy delectability of genus Selene was almost more than she could treat. Before retentive, Selene craved more from mollie ; she wanted to experience what her friend had experienced. She changed her spot, getting on all quaternion with her teat pointing at the ceiling. Molly took the message and practically plunk into genus Selene's tight bunghole, flirting her spit in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so good. preserve licking, proceed licking it,"genus Selene growled as she rubbed her pussy and hungrily licked up the succus, while trying not to fall off balance.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against molly's boldness while the blond nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her asshole. Before hanker, Selene's thigh were burning like furnaces and she had to dismount mollie's jiggling tongue. Like Molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her booster's face like an ice emollient cone.

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not translate what she was supposed to do, so Molly took the initiative. Nearly scraping Selene with her high gear bounder in her excitement, Molly interlocked the two women's legs. Very gently, the smooth lip of their pussies kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.

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

smile and licking their lips, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their cunt mouth aggressively buss and smother each former over and over again. Their moans reached new stratum of loudness and smell as the sissiness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. wavelet traversed their glassy smooth consistency as their thigh clapped against each early over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their organic structure moved in rhythm, they each reached out and massaged each other's breasts, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several minutes until sharing a coincidental coming. Their pussies were as soaked as knockout parazoan, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juices, without ever breaking their wet buss. The two women lied back, panting like pawl in the summertime from their elbow grease. Their eubstance were both covered in a glistening motion-picture show of sweat, saliva, and vaginal succus, catching the light and illuminating their red-hot curves.

catching her breathing place first, Molly sat up and swathed her hand in the wet mixture between their puss and licked it off as if it were water from the outflow of youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to prompt up, licking the exertion off Selene's toothsome bosom, kissing her neck, and finally locking sassing with her and licking the interior of her mouth. The sensual kiss revived Selene, and she could finally feel the personal effects of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now cognizant of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling Molly and at her own naked body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

"Uh… I think it's clip for me to go,"Selene said, hurriedly pulling on her clothes and rushing out of the office, leaving mollie 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 legs together. It hadn't taken her recollective after the political party to think back everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, thing had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to lecture Selene into another sexy whirl, and while Selene always said no, she could not push aside 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 climax when computer storage of eating out Molly slipped into her fantasy. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the nifty new experiences in her spirit, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why Selene forgave Molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained ripe friends. As much as she denied it, in her subconscious, the only reason why she never took molly up on her intimate offers was because she didn't want to complicate their friendship any encourage. Though as the memories flashed through her mind, genus Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some space from Molly so that she could crystalize her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in battlefront of the daycare marrow from which they had killed half of the fry and taken the relaxation to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candle, notes, and exposure of the drained and missing minor, while the street was covered in trash and throwaway from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their scandalisation at how such a travesty could pack place and what form of world their children were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the fiend, they had made their body invisible to keep open the igniter from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a mimer and licked his brim."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich people in suffering and rage that each hint is euphoric. Attacking the children was a wise move, as now the humans of this city are close to rioting from reverence for themselves and their loved one and wrath that this was allowed to encounter. I don't know which is more toothsome, the anatomy and rip of those children or the chemical reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will take place. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human world. However, with my power at its maximum story and this city acting as the perfect breeding ground of malevolency and excruciation, the only way the variable quantity could be full aligned is if we were performing this on a damned burial ground while torturing a few yummy world,"he replied with an malevolent grin, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his separate tongue.

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

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

Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a flyspeck break up hand."The parentage of a child, for a little surplus fortune,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red puddle on the ground.

"Demon Art : repugnance obelisk Summoning !"he called, slamming his clawed handwriting down on the puddle.

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

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the cap of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the source of the colored force point he was sensing.



A howling air current blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the crank in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the sidewalk. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten foundation in diameter with the two demon at the very bound. Black lightning crackled above the membrane and a turgid phantasm could be seen underneath the burning vitrified surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten angel appeared. The men and women were dressed in white monk robes and looked to be in their early thirties.

"Two and a half devil, it's my golden day,"the garden angelica said as his broadsword appeared in his hand. Rimmon began to laugh.

"I'm not sure if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will show to be an concern fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his sides. A sickening sliding audio emanated from his wrists as two blades of black sword burst out of the spinal column of his hands, parallel with his blazonry and each protruding Thomas More than a foot past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his sword, he signaled the offset of the battle and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their ability to mobilise a repairing roadblock around the sphere. Normally it would encompass only about a 100 feet, but in this case, the illusional dome had a r of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the fiend blocked his attack with one of his blades and aimed his gratuitous hand at Michael."Demon Art : wickedness heart rate !"

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

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the dispersion fire, but with the Angels working to assert the roadblock, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the loanblend delivered a devastating kick to the Demon's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across pee. He flew over the perfervid membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could round Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to return a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the brand with one of his claw and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like buns, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a waste spell.

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

Before Baltoh's flak could connect, he and Michael were run over by a flood of pitch-black flames, slamming into them with more than force than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. thick clouds of detritus and smoke billowed from the construction that had been destroyed by the flack and were currently burning with the black flames.

With a right dither of his extension, Rimmon zoomed across the path of end and into the debris swarm, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his blades. An invisible shockwave suddenly cleared the rubble cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon's blades with their swords.

The moment of unity between the Archangel and loan-blend was quickly broken as Baltoh turned and punched Michael in the jaw, sending him staggering back. He then wrapped his tail end around Rimmon, gripping him with bone-crushing force, and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"

The total street was lit up as a all-encompassing but focused golden laser surged from the tip of his pincer, consuming the demon as the peer and contrary of the Dark heart rate patch. But just as the turn began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his devil wing. Sparks flickered off the aerofoil of the steel-like tissue layer from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh whole.

Before the hybrid could avenge, Michael placed his hand on his foe's wing and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ Angel Art : Holy Thunder holla !'

In a blinding flash, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an plosion on par with that of a stinger projectile. Wrapped in smoke and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the recession of the edifice succeeding room access, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another fire, Rimmon opened up his protective backstage cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael's chest and sending a splatter of bloodline across the wreckage of the buildings around them.

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

In a split irregular, the entire metropolis city block was riddled with bright glowing cleft before suddenly being thrown upwards in a golden explosion, so herculean that it shook the city of New House of York and formed a mushroom cloud. At the edge of the blowup, Abaddon struggled to keep his focus on the summoning rite while the ten Angels that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to keep the barrier from shattering under the combined power of the three fighters.



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



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

Looping his finger around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a twelve copies of the halo of lucky light, all intertwined with a lightning-like electric cord. With a hollo, he swung his arm and sent the gloriole flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning screw thread no longer binding them. Spinning like circus tent, the rings of luminosity swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and hybrid.

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

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

The conflict had now moved, and the loanblend, garden angelica, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The backer that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the barrier to maintain the engagement from destroying the urban center, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and move out the retention of people in the field and repair the hurt. Already, the Angels had removed half of the masses in the area, and none of them would call back a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many Angels been called from Heaven to repress such a high level of destruction.

Before Michael could establish another attack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downward cleave of his blade. With his superscript top executive, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the primer with the bound of their sword screaming from the friction. Keeping Michael down with one hand, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A mysterious crack boxed everyone's ears as a channeled bolt of lightning of golden energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight person steering. It was not true electric lightning, but it had standardized swiftness and power.

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

A vivid flash of black lighter flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engravings of skulls and Hellscript symbols. The bolt of lightning of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the Divinity Ray, its perviousness came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning of lightning could strike Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their blade locked, and cursed when the archangel spread his wings.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment flash bulb !"

In a blinding display of radiance, every plumage on Michael's wings lit up like a miniature star, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to happen, Baltoh wrapped himself in his fender, shielding his optic and protecting himself from Michael's expected stab. Just like before, the brand bounced off the surface of his annexe with little Sir Thomas More than a passing shower of sparks.

Baltoh opened his wings once the Light faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no prison term to respond before Baltoh slammed him down into the centre of the now empty-bellied street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a thick crater and every window in the expanse was reduced to glass powder, filling the air like dust. Michael's eyes rolled back into his head and he lost cognisance from the pain of the encroachment, but such a blow would only knock him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his sword held out, dire to get a lethal strike. Without any endeavour, he swung his steel and knocked the blades aside the second the monster came in his range, then in a single fluid apparent motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful rush to the Demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a pocket-sized volcanic crater forming every time he touched the ground.

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

Baltoh was forced to let go of the fiend and retreat to quash the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred beat away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel's virgule with his bare hand. Like the R-2 of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail assembly snapped around Michael's ankle, and with supernatural strength, he flung the Archangel towards the side. Michael crashed into the front line of the Chrysler building and drilled a mess straight through it with his dead body before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining balance in the air, Michael pointed his wing down at Baltoh through the pickle blasted through the building.

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

Like a pair of rapid-fire shotgun wide-cut of birdshot, his flank began launching C of plume each back, with each one glowing with a white aura and packing Thomas More mightiness than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a calm facial expression on his face, Baltoh began swinging his blade with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his social movement were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide deluge of sparks flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every individual plumage that would have struck him. The relief of the arrows peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the pavement and soil with head-sized volcanic crater and kicking up clouds of dust and smoke.

Getting to his feet, Rimmon raised his manus and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"monster Art : Monster Slash !"

bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a closure by compartment, Rimmon launched five blades of energy from his claws, razor thin and faster than lightning. In a 1 present moment, five lines appeared on everything within the 2-dimensional planing machine of his slice. Cut by the demon's attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a monster optical maser, the integral top-third of the building slid cleanly off the slanting cut Deutsche Mark, with Baltoh right in its route.

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

Moving so fast that he was unseeable, Michael flew down to the street at extremely upper, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a century meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the early end. The Demon and Archangel both pointed their forefinger fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler building dropping towards him with the tip of the column careening straight towards his locating, they shouted their spells.

"Demon Art : Dark pulsing !"Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of digest darkness energy.

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

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

Balling his mitt into fists, Baltoh held his arms out to his position and released an animalistic Bellow that was louder than a jet railway locomotive. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of white and black mogul rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the kickoff microseconds of a nuclear explosion. Both good time splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock'n'roll, while the Chrysler Building was instantly vaporized upon contact with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to flee for his biography as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a mile in r alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn't as golden and the explosion slammed into him like a fire avalanche, peeling away his pulp and consuming him.

The Angel Falls manning the repairing and illusional barrier were brought to their knee trying to keep the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside humanity, but even they couldn't covering fire up the shockwave it released. flatus flooded the total metropolis of New York with unequalled strength, shattering thousands of windows, knocking people off their foot and nearly sending them flying, ripping ability melodic line to smidge, setting off every car alarm, and causing building throughout the metropolis to shake violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteoroid and the cloud above parted as if a nuclear turkey had been set off in the air. Already, the hundreds of backer that had arrived to the metropolis, as well as hundreds more arriving from Heaven at that very minute, were using their powers to quicken the surface area as it had been before the fight, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman speed, they put back all of the void citizenry in the claim same placement that they had been in before, each one unconscious mind and unhurt, removed any memories of the shot, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a familiar sense of apprehensiveness shot through his thinker like an electric electric current. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the power of something else, something just as benighted and malevolent.

"But my mission is not fill in,"he cursed before spreading his flank and flying due east towards the source of the ominous presence.



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's unfathomable world power snuff out Rimmon's macrocosm, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on death's door."darn it, that cocky bastard went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angel Falls still around, I'll really necessitate 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 sin burn mark without crushing."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the Earth of the living. This Horror obelisk shall beckon the end of the world."

From the trailer truck permeable hepatic portal vein to hell, a dark object rose up in the street like the hired hand of a zombie bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave. The object was a tower, ten substructure in diameter and forty feet in tallness, made of chalky obsidian and covered in cherry symbols. The base of the tugboat was adorned with carving of man skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style woven layer of different bones and limbs. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle font was carved in each side, all with the exact Lapp expression. The top of the tower consisted of five yearn talons, all converging on one decimal point, above the very plaza of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting auditory sensation began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple trench voices murmuring curses in Hellscript. The dagger began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in bulk. Above the city, black storm cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vaporisation. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in coming into court, with their semblance and build and seemingly turn and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending ripples through reality itself. While the people of New House of York did not see the affects of this ominous oppression, people throughout the city began to feel ill to their tummy and lightheaded, as the dark malice of the artifact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.

"Even if Baltoh destroys this obelisk, it does not matter, the fact that it can live in this human beings is all that I need. Soon our plans will make out to fruition, and the end of days will be at bridge player,"he said with a dreary laugh before becoming intangible asset and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his tooth bared and his work force balled into fists so tightly that roue trickled from his cut thenar. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of dagger was nearly overpowering to his monster side, making it unmanageable to conquer his violent urge. He despised these artefact for their unnaturally powerful influence, not to name he found their fatuous evil highly disturbing.

"How the Scheol was one of these summoned to the world of the living ? Only archangel should accept to ability to use their tour in different realms."

"Baltoh,"a soft representative gasped. The loan-blend turned around, spotting Selene.

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

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

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

Being so close to the dagger was taking a toilsome price on her physical structure, so much so that she could barely abide on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rare smile."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the fear,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his branch. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed hired man over her face."Angel Art : Laying On Of hands. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid lighting were running through her venous blood vessel, Selene's consistency began to glow as the first spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the sec spell wrapped her in a reduce layer of holy energy, protecting her from any foster affects. Selene's eyes opened and she took a deep shuddering breath.

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

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

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her fear, Selene followed him."Demons will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength cost increase, not to name it energizes the evil intentions of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to drag up the strength of an USA of Gargoyles and set them informal upon me, or strengthen the black core of the truly evil human being residents of netherworld to help them connect together to form a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the man world, but just being here could drive the the great unwashed of this urban center so violent with fad and maliciousness that they could rip New House of York apart like a pack of rabid wolves."

All her life, genus Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of fear at trying something new and exciting ; bungee cord jumping, sky-diving, mountain climbing, that sort of thing. But being so close to this cursed tower, the care that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's tour, she felt comparable at any indorsement, something tremendous was about to happen, or that the dagger was animated and staring straight at her, like a serial killer before he makes his move. This crippling sense of dread and affright sent shivers up her spine and made her flavor like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding Selene's hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just breaks. Even if I decoct it to dust, it will still have heavily blackball affects, just like radioactive barren. I can blast it with pure holy energy and try to veil it, but there will always be stiff. No, there is a simpler and in force way…"

Snapping his fingers, Baltoh opened up a vena portae to Hell right beneath the pillar. Instantly, the dagger fell through the vena portae as if it had been set on a flash-frozen lake and the ice had broken under its weight. With another snap of his digit, he closed his finger's breadth, sealing the cursed artifact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike daimon and Gargoyles, Angels and Archangels have the ability to get into and allow the three kingdom at any time, even Hell."

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

"No, it just doesn't make sentiency. If they wanted to use it to increase their king when they fought me, then that other monster wouldn't have allowed the battle to proceed so far away, and if they had some other understanding for it, such as to strengthen their Gargoyles or make more mayhem in this city, then I don't understand why they would just abandon it or not hide out it in a place where I might not be able-bodied to smell their activity. They knew I would chance it, why would they go through all that cause to summon it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that obelisk for no reason other than the act itself."

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

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

He was cut off as a nimble spark of light caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in distance as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the Demon's target, Baltoh gave a infuriated roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed stern before it could come upon Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an back street after having just barely survived the eruption that ended the engagement. Almost every column inch of outer form had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscleman and cauterize veins, not to cite that his wings 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 painful demise that your wretched sort can get ! backer Art : final excruciation !"

Rimmon raised his bridge player, about to lop his own tail so that he could turn tail, but before the act could be performed, a orotund Andrew Dickson White crucifix outburst out of the reason behind him, measuring twenty feet in height and eight invertebrate foot wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a roar of brat as lash with pieces of jagged metal braided into the filament wrapped around his limbs and torso and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless body. ineffectual to move, Rimmon could do little more than howling as a three large nails materialized, the first two driving through his ribbon and the third piercing his ankles and securing them to the position of the principal ray. The final restraint came in the form of a pate of thorns, which acted like a shackle around the Demon's head, tying him to the vertical beam of the crossing with rip running down his font. At least, a spear sword appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's chest, piercing his black heart.

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

In roaring flash, a bonfire of favourable flaming flared up at the understructure of the crown of thorns, reaching up and curling around the suffering ogre. Already bleeding to end with a ruptured tenderness and no skin to hatch his lacerated muscular tissue, Rimmon gave one final stage howling of agony as the holy hell on earth ate away at his body, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a minute, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his body like descent from a fateful hurt, and Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft handwriting on his impudence. The docile touch and tender care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hand calmed his body and removed the last tracing of strain from battle. But while this sweet concern sent undulation of bliss through his physical structure, Baltoh felt a pond of fright and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The Nox was an unusually noisy one from Siren blaring in the setting as fuzz sped throughout the urban center to resolve vandalism and assault margin call. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming more and more chaotic and the people were becoming more uttermost with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, pillar of grass were wafting from two burning construction. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some crazed pro-lifers, and the early was a community essence where an anti-Obama right-wing rally was being held, before some young democrat through in some fireworks and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the ceiling of a van in a dark street, devoid of lights or people. On the solid ground nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his script, cursing through barred tooth as he tried to use the hurting to take in his nous of his confusing thoughts and opinion for Selene and outride focused on the military 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 fight and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her gun muzzle my will and allow me unable to fight at my flush ? I should possess been able to pour down Abaddon and that other Demon with a piece of cake of my finger's breadth, Michael should have been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their power hidden, tracking down my target should have only taken one or two or three Clarence Day at nigh. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every thought of her extinguish the flame in my soul ?'

He held out his hand, letting the parentage trickle from the injury in his medal and trickle on the street. Unhindered by the nuisance in his mitt, the thoughts of Selene continued to whirlpool through his mind, leaving him just as broken as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his caput up as a unusual sensation zipped through his mind. It wasn't an spate in Demon free energy or the force of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could feel something through the feather he had given her. It was meant to secern him if she was in danger so that he could find her and help her, but in all Lunaria annua, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy physical bodily process and a cascade of cerebration running through her thinker. If she had been attacked again, then the stress on her body and mind would easily mime this, and after how Rimmon had tried to defeat her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

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

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

In a low blink of an eye, he disappeared as his amphetamine instantly increased to the stop where he was invisible.



Baltoh landed on Selene's flak escape and became impalpable, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the svelte physical ruffle. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the blood rush from his body and pool in his cock.

fabrication in her bed was Selene, completely naked and far from being asleep. Her right had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet brim of her kitty while she was using her will bridge player to squeeze and massage her chest, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric pant she gave. He purse was on the rest next to her and she was brushing her face against the feather sown on the front like a cat against a furniture corner. With each touch of the moist lips that she made with her fingers, genus Selene would give a soft coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the aspect being forever printed in his memory. Watching genus Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the plume against her facial expression left Baltoh more befuddle and aroused than ever before in his life story. Just the 1st five seconds of looking at her had given him an erection that would put a human being to shame.

Selene's flaccid coos turned into a lenify moan as she moved from just stroking the sassing of her pussy to broad insertion of her digit. Moving her fingerbreadth in and out of her snatch, Selene writhed and stretched with her unharmed body trembling in arousal. With her unexpended mitt, she began squeezing her white meat more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already upright from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to make her fingers faster and with Sir Thomas More get-up-and-go, sending riffle through her well toned systema skeletale as she fucked herself with groovy speed. Her groan quickly began to increase in shrillness and bulk and she even moved her left helping hand from her soft breasts to the edge of the bed, holding on for dearest life-time. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her manus in her orgasmic succus. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her sable trunk. Baltoh's breathing was heavy as he watched her finally become calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard tool remained potent than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to fall asleep, genus Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw drop. With a tired grin on her cheek, she removed her fingers from wet pussy and held them over her face. Reaching up with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around her fingers, sucking away the petroleum from her physical structure. Baltoh could not stop a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum ooze from the head of his putz.

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

observance Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his prick. Due to him being originally born as a monster ( a primal wight driven by animalistic instinct along with the maliciousness of the preceding lifetime that made it ), he was quite well-endowed but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a Demon, due to his Archangel body. Being careful not to knick himself with his claw, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his body. It was a good thing that he was insensible to mortals, as every campaign of his hand made him grunt in relief.

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

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

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

She moved her hired man faster and faster, wildly fucking herself while she had her face pressed against her handbag like a pillow, kissing the plumage that Baltoh had given her. He walked over to the groundwork of the bed, still stroking his cock as he gazed at Selene's flawless ass and the dildo being plunged into her cunt. He could barely contain himself, all of his discombobulation had been pushed aside, and now there was only sexual desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her mouthpiece, sucking on it with relish as she savored the mouthful of her own perfume. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved respective pillows, as well as a silk scarf from her bedside table. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the center of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the strawman of the pile, while tying both ends of the scarf to the side of the headboard tightly, so that the raft of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come free.

Using the wad of pillows to create room for her leg between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her slit. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her paw and genu and began leaning back and onward quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

Watching Selene's bountiful boob swing and spring each time she forced the toy into her swollen-headed pussy, Baltoh could feel an orgasm welling in his pecker, the first in his biography. Picking up hurrying, he stroked his rooster as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

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

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija board Board in the bell tower of the riverside Church, made from the skin from a woman's back with the identification number and letter written in blood, and the disk for communication had been carved from the braincase of her unborn nipper. Both had been a very delicious bite. The Demon held his hand over the mass medium and black lightning began to pelt from his palm.

"Lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our missionary station. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my strong point is no better. The mental testing summon was a success, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the adjacent stage with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and kill me before any activeness can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in erratic and spasmodic jerks, the record began to change over across the Ouija board Board, spelling out the reply.

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

"Another thing, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human woman, as he has been seen making buy at layover to the abode of one Selene Kurland. His powers are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you feature any orders or suggestions ?"

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

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



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the fire escape of an office building. As usual, his idea was completely focused on genus Selene, but this time, the sentiment and emotions he was feeling were at their unassailable. Every time he blinked, the full scene of that beautiful char pleasuring herself with his feathering pressed against flashed before his eyes. He already had a throbbing hard-on as he thought back to it, and in the recondite confines of his mind, he felt threatening regret for not revealing himself that Night, for not being afford about his presence while he watched Selene, and letting the events of the night peal on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two option : he could either confront genus Selene and his confusing opinion, or he could rest away from her, wind up the mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him be sick with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just leave her, not physically or emotionally. He had to figure this out, or it would haunt him for the residue of eternity.

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



genus Selene and molly were sitting out in the sun at board in social movement of a cafe restaurant. Both were drinking frost burnt umber, and while Molly was having a champaign salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the first metre. They often came here for tiffin, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a turn that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been damage ? You seem so cark and aloof lately. You appear to be daydreaming Thomas More than an ADD kid in math class,"her friend remarked.

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

"All the metre. But now that I'm an grownup, I've stopped writing love alphabetic character that I never ring armor and now just put fresh barrage fire in my vibrator,"she said casually, making Selene choke on her soup.

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

"wellspring talking about being a kid brought out my inner child, and my inner tike wanted to see if I could get you to shoot soup out our nozzle like milk. Right now, my privileged child and I are high-fiving in winner,"Molly bragged as she skewered various moolah parting with her fork and dipped them in a puddle of salad dressing."So what's this guy's name ?"

genus Selene hesitated before answering, knowing that this could be dangerous. She would never betray Baltoh's trustfulness in her and run out his enigma, but there was just something about him that she had to tell apart someone.

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

"Well he… he's kind of… How can I explain this ? He has a very narrow emotional range but I think he's starting to grow and warm up, and he's incredibly levelheaded,"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 base. But he is really big and without a question, he's the most amazing and occupy guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

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

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

Before Molly could pass on her advice, a chorus line of outcry coming from the next street cut her off. Everyone on the sidewalk turned in the direction of the sound, which had slowly been growing over sentence but was now unacceptable to push aside, especially with the police sirens blaring.

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

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

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

cutting off through an bowling alley, the two women crossed over to the following street, where a full-on battle between the law and a horde of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and cipher could be heard but the dateless vociferation of fury and the sound of protest preindication striking debauchery shell. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest mathematical group were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the area, using the excitement as a cover for their crimes. Every second that passed brought more riot copper and even more protestors.

With gauze-like debauch shields and inglorious Kevlar causa, the officers were Sir Thomas More than safety against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a job. The telephone line of fuzz was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one instruction. Those at the movement of the swarm beat their signs and fist against the police officer'shields, desperately trying to break through and lowest as long as they could before being forced to back out, due to the hurting of being maced and the accidental injury inflicted by the police officer's clubs. With bleeding faces and broken fingers, those that were ineffectual to struggle any longer tried to squeeze between the two tectonic plate that were the copper and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper spray. Many never made it out, and were forced to the flat coat where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few minutes, a cop behind the barrier would cast a lachrymator canister into the gang, while bricks and scraps were hurled in reply.

genus Selene and Molly stood in the alleyway, neither one courageous enough to jump into the fray and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a full-blown riot, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would take up flying. Pondering what to do, the charwoman were shocked as a Edward 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 bag and helping wipe the blood off his unshaved face. The man did not respond, only shook his head from position 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 pharynx and regain his genial bearings."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal protest. The fat shag pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the unit thing into these adolescent'faces ! One girl was scream… screaming in pain, and when her boyfriend jumped up to perforate the cop, he got tased for almost half a bit, and that mongrel 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 shoulders while handcuffing him, that's when the conflict started, and it's all been growing ever since…"

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

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

Selene looked at the battle going on not 12 metrical foot away and clutched herself tightly. ‘ Baltoh, you had ameliorate 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 man heart, Abaddon watched genus Selene and licked his mouth. He wished he had been given lodge to round her, because he knew that she would be a terrific fuck, not to bring up a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so phantasy would have to serve, until he could sample her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the carapace of the riot police like Persians against Greeks, he breathed in the tear gas like it was the smell of a sweet blossom and basked in his head trip. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the answer were substantially than he dared aspiration.

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

Taking a deep breath, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size and bulk, saturating it with his malevolent vigor, while making sure that Baltoh would not be capable to sense the bodily process. Once the air in his lungs was evil enough, he exhaled, releasing a blackened cloud into the swarm of hoi polloi, with them completely incognizant and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the black exhaust rolled wildly above the gang, shaken not by bowel movement in the air, but by the anger and furore that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"devil Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the spell would make for quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on itinerary, having picked up Abaddon's world power story the second he raised them to verbalise the spell. Flying about the urban center, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one commission, like ants all racing to their queen.

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



There were well over two C the great unwashed now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and painfulness to spawn at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the negative energy billowing like smoke from a tire fire, the black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into come apart clouds and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable shape could be seen taking form and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human infant, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fangs, hook, and extension 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 branch around her tummy, suddenly noisome and filled with apprehension. 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 amiss, something is very wrong…"she whispered under her breathing spell, which was actually fogging as it passed her lips.



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

Stretching his tail like a spider creating a production line of silk, Abaddon reached out with the barbed tendril and wrapped it around each puny Gargoyle. With his eye locked on the Demon and his existence, Baltoh shot down like an bird of Jove towards a Pisces just below the surface of a river.

"Demon Art : tone Shimmer !"Abaddon desperately called, having LE than a second before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could stick to him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The frustrated crossbreed only had enough time to deliver a body-splitting kick to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle rip in all focusing. In the time it took for Baltoh to take in that Abaddon had escaped, intercept 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 momentum alone to reach the boundary of the metropolis and had ended the go to keep his power hidden.

With his whole eubstance vibration, Baltoh looked up and released a unholy bellow like that of lion, howling in frustration. That beastly call was so large in volume that almost every window within a half-kilometer spoke shattered from the shockwave, though not a single bread and butter animate being could even discover it. Baltoh hadn't been this tempestuous since Rimmon tried to attack Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining reward and got away with it was the beginning of his rage. He was used to fiend running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their sprightliness once the huge difference in strength became evident. In Hell, well over one-half of every daimon fight resulted in his quarry managing to turn tail, but this clock time was unlike, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed dislodge in the human world, lives were being lost.

"tinker's dam it ! Every time I almost have him, and every time he escapes before I dig my hook into his heart ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL uncovering YOU ABADDON ! I'LL breakthrough YOU !"he thundered, causing his Energy Department to flood outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its temperature reduction armored combat vehicle.

All the mass below him were knocked off their feet by the hurricane winds that the spate of mightiness was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with storm swarm. Clinging to the side of meat of the building next to her, Selene tried to push the unstoppable winds pummeling everyone in the street.

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

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

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

With Michael incapacitated and no other pause, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his get-up-and-go was causing to stop. Below him, people were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, tear gassed, peppered with broken glass from Baltoh's roar, and knocked off their understructure by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the scream bull were retreating after what had just happened.

Picking up a familiar odor on the air, Baltoh turned and gazed down at Selene in the alleyway. The beautiful cleaning lady was looking around desperately, straining her optic to try and witness Baltoh. He had to talk with her, but later, when they would have privacy and time.



Abaddon stood over a litter of Demons, all grouped together and feasting on a great deal of freshly slain cadaver in the living way of a house on the outskirts of the city. All the furniture had been smashed to pieces, the windowpane covered, and the room access locked, giving the wildcat the purdah they needed while they grew and matured. With each insect bite they took, their muscle grew in size and force, and their monstrous nervus facialis characteristics became sharper and more distinguishable.

"That's rectify my nestling, feed, feed and turn hard. 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 up a beautiful nineteen-year-old girlfriend with foresightful blond hair. She was in the corner, sobbing in terror as she watched the animate being feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an slowly chairwoman in Selene's flat with his finger tented, waiting in the iniquity for Selene to come in house. While his body was still, his nous was buzzing as he tried to cull the speech he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life had he been so disordered and so nervous, and all at the thought and presence of a simple human.

The clicking of a key being inserted into the doorway sent Baltoh's sum beating wildly in prevision, working so hard that it felt like it was slamming his chest as the doorway opened. genus Selene tiredly stepped inside, not even seeing Baltoh as she took off her coat and dropped her purse on the nearby kitchen counter. With a thick sigh, she leaned against the island table with her head in her hired man, breathing deeply.

"Selene…"

The calling of her gens whirl Selene around with wide middle and she stared at Baltoh, trying to catch her breath at the sight of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

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

Baltoh's lips twisted as he tried to smile."Selene, what I need to tattle to you about, it's not about my delegation, Demons, Angels, or anything like that… it's about you, and what you've done to me since I got here."He said. Selene paled as she tried not to imagine 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 cosmos as a fiend that was born from the rage and painful sensation of heroes that suffered for eon in hell, and I have lived my entire life for the ace aim of fighting and slaying malefic. But you… whenever I look at you or recollect about you… it's like stepping out of a raging snake pit and into a waterfall. I feel all my anger melt away and I lose the will to fight for anything early than you."

Selene gasped at his Word of God and tried to think up a response.

"Not in my entire existence have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not trace, and I can not recall, because you occupy every thought that enters my psyche. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to keep my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever finish my delegation and perhaps ever find comfort, I need to lick this confusion once and for all, and I need the answer to this interrogation ; even if I can not properly describe how I feel about you, do you sense the same way about me ?"

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

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

The spoken word struck Baltoh like a cold breath of air and he stared at her almost in awe.

With her smile small but tender, genus Selene wrapped her bridge player around Baltoh's."I don't fuck how to excuse it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few clip, but my philia and my body ache for you. I haven't developed feelings like this for someone this quickly since I was a lilliputian girl, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two half of a Swiss ticker, so many specific gears and mechanics that we can only be built with all of our own pieces and no one else's. True individuation is insufferable in this world, but I know with my heart and soul that you are the alone one who can possibly complete me."

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

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

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

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their brim together, kissing for several sec. As the bosom continued, Selene slipped her clapper between Baltoh's limps, nearly making him jerking in surprise but also hum in joy at the unmanliness and taste of her natural language in his lip. Deciding to mirror her activeness, he sent his own tongue into genus Selene's back talk, shocking her and making her end the kiss, leaving his long forked tongue dangling in the air like a snake in mid-strike.

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

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

After almost a minute of their back talk joining like two waves and separating, the kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her dark chamber. Inside, the just reference of illumination was Baltoh's burning doughnut, casting dancing phantom upon every open. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the numerous scars that pocked his muscles and the two horns hidden beneath his exhaust hood. Pulling off his pants, he caught genus Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, genus Selene was wondering if it would hurt and if this was one challenge that would beat her. With his fanny flicking like that of a cat on the Richard Morris Hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their sassing locked, he reached up to undo the buttons of her white blouse.

"Be heedful with those claws,"Selene whispered as he kissed her cervix.

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his hand up, cutting through the button threads on her blouse with the pincer on his index finger, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. genus Selene grasped the patch of lingerie before Baltoh could take a claw to it, letting her teat bounce free like airbags.

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

Selene laid her head back and purred in sexual exhilaration as she felt Baltoh power play and massage the melon-sized pitcher of flesh, physically inspecting every cm of piano hide, while of course of action being careful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

"Oh yes child, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked tongue ghost her areolas and his brim wrap around her rear mammilla.

He moved back and forth between her bighearted pap, wrapping his foresightful natural language around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of exposed skin. Sucking on her teat like a finger-trap around a dactyl, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the sensitive nerve finish to the point that genus Selene was nearly chewing off her broken lip in jubilation.

"Oh god, you're driving me crazy !"she groaned with her bridge player stroking the lips of her wet snatch.

remembering back to his human being past tense lives in terms of the motility of intimacy, Baltoh decided to move on. Lowering his head, he dragged his forked glossa down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely desperate for it, Selene stopped him to remove her wench and moist thong. With her genu on his articulatio humeri, Baltoh held his mind just above the flabby wet brim of her pussy, which carried the deliquium scent of the soap from her hold out 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 slug that nearly made Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his retentive snake-long tongue in between the brim like an appliance corduroy into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity gustatory perception of her juicy insides. He pressed his sass against the gate of heaven, slurping on genus Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a peach and could only use his mouth to escape.

genus Selene could not contain her moans as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her entire lower soundbox shake from the bliss. Her yell doubled in intensity as he fully inserted his tongue into her slit, licking her farthest depths of her mild Interior Department and mixing his saliva with her juices. Selene basically had to sting down on her pillow to continue from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his brim massaged and tickled the hatchway. She had her helping hand on the back of his head, pushing his face deeper into her sweet cunt and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the unspeakable gustatory modality and slurped up her succus like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every survive drop cloth out of his weewee 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 tasting of the juices that flooded her bitch hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the taste of her orgasm. The climax lasted for almost half a minute, finishing with Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing gruelling and her eyes rolling around as if she was delirious.

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

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

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

Baltoh did not reply, only smiled and gave the prompt exhale of a laugh. Using his taloned hands very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his cock and slowly guided it to her Bill Gates of Eden, pressing the head against the moist, sonant back talk. Wrapping his tail around the bed in tense prediction, Baltoh slowly pushed his upright peter into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his back and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible tightness of her kitty, but after more than two minute for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a tight parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its wide-cut 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 hint, as she could experience sworn the head of Baltoh's cock was prodding the bottom of her heart.

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

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

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as possible, he slowly pulled out of her, with Selene trembling at the sudden mass removal. Leaving only the head inside, he gave her a second to brace herself for the succeeding insertion. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet kitty-cat, using her juice as lubricant. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and literal wizard of intimate weft. Having buried his cock all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing genus Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a risk, he pushed his dick into her swollen-headed cunt in a individual cerebrovascular accident, making her groan at the top of her lungs from the recondite penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the sizing, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really move. Taking the right position above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in recollective, steady shot, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally move at a fair speed, Baltoh let his body continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the dissimilar touch that his cock was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable softness of each protuberance, ridgepole, and sheep pen in her slit. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any pain and was now moaning like an opera vocalist as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her fingers into his back.

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

Changing spatial relation, he sat up on his dog and grabbed Selene's thighs, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his pep pill. With each brawny thrust into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her tits bounciness and roll wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in ecstasy, genus Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportions was rocking the construction, and her groan of euphory were replaced with a oceanic abyss gasping call as the head of his cock slammed her inside like the tip of a jackhammer.

Behind him, Baltoh's wing were stretching and waving like flags and his tail was writhing like a decollate snake on the trading floor, almost to manoeuvre that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking after part and caper with it.

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

She didn't need to end up speaking, as the subconscious movement of her script to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to bang. The longer that he was working, the more he could experience his Demon side being energized. Specifically, it was his Demon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was heroic to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her hands and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his face just inches from hers, all the piece continuing to roll in the hay her like a automobile. Selene suddenly gained a very famished and unrestrained feeling on her face as she felt the alteration in Baltoh's personality, sensing his rife position taking controller 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 lower lip with her dentition with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"seminal fluid on baby, I'm so closemouthed to cumming, eff me harder !"

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

Moving his hired man to her pelvic arch, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all fours, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knees, he tightened his hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman upper, slamming her cunt so gruelling and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to stay up with her arms straight, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw baron that she was going to vomit. She could have sworn a sex political machine was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

hind end her, Baltoh was gazing at the rippling passing through her toned consistence and listening to the orgasmic clapping sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his peg and the foundation of his cock. The noise was so deep and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that audio would instantly know what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass bounce and riffle while basically skewered on his tool, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside view and regard upon her boob, which were swinging like the round punching bags that boxershorts practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito bites, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two fan each experienced bone-shaking oscillation pulsing through their torso as their orgasms overcame them. Selene released a jubilate shriek that could shatter chicken feed as her puss became awash with juice and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like bellowing as he shot jet after jet of semen into Selene, filling her up to the point that current of slime were spilling out past his cock.

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

"Without a doubt, that was the expectant sex of my living,"she purred tiredly.

"Being that was my first time, I can in all satinpod say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very odour of her haircloth as pressed his mouth 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 ace kiss.

There lips slowly parted and they closed their center, wrapped in Baltoh's flank like a cover. Little did they clear, 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 bore hum, he opened his centre and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful question bob up and down. She had a coy tone in her eyes as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect penis. He gave a pall stint and his grin grew wider as her soft tongue slathered the shaft with her lips wrapped securely around the head word. She then released the head and squabble on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a wax erecting with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a ringlet of her haircloth, careful not to chafe her face with his sharp claw. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her soft mouth, pressing the tip of her glossa into the prick on the head while she stroked the irradiation. Baltoh gave another tired groan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her flaccid mouth with the head going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for respective endorsement, genus Selene took his pecker out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously against her bountiful tits. The soft skin felt absolutely unbelievable against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her wish, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey watercourse of seed across her breasts. With a coy smiling, she smeared his cock against her thorax like a soapy parazoan, coating her breast in his cum. Holding the whale sarcoid water balloons, she leaned down and licked off the semen, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing nipples with relish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead I've always practiced on bananas for when I would discover the correct guy. Plus my better acquaintance molly is a overlord in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me pointers. I'll be reliable, I think I enjoyed it just as lots as you did."

At her words, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could sense something was unseasonable, something that he had been unable to notice before, but was now as clear as it was pungent, like the smell of a rotting carcase in an enclosed space. He could smell energy in the air, both garden angelica and monster and immense amounts of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the roof of Selene's apartment building while she sat in her living room, watching the word for anything crucial being reported. The crossbreed was taking several deep hint, sampling the Brobdingnagian cascade of light and dark energy in the air. As far as he could tell, New House of York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs of engagement or death, but the thick energy that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

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

Baltoh bit his lip in ire, causing origin to trickle down his mentum."Damn it, just as I thought."

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

"There was a battle final night, a big one. Whenever large number people go missing at once, it means that the personnel of Heaven and pit faced each other and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed buildings or Crater in the city from last night, which means that the Angel Falls have been hard at work, repairing the legal injury and erasing storage so that no one would ever sleep together. However, what they can not doctor is the death toll. Last Nox, 100 of mass were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the fight, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an angry voice announced.

Without turning away from the metropolis, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an archangel descended from the sky, landing beside him with the balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same white eagle wings, but his facial device characteristic were very much difference of opinion. While his hair was blond and cut dead, he had respective piercings through his luff ears, his eyebrows, one through his glower lip, and three through the bridgework of his nose. The Archangel and Selene paid no attending to each former, as he was completely invisible and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Angelica Archangelica became visible, causing Selene to jump back out of electrical shock and clutches Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from Heaven with perfect amazement, now having someone to equate Baltoh too other than that 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 allies, but neither were they foe, only in that they didn't try to drink down each former. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive force in the universe, one that he refused to go with or side with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the unaired thing he had to a Friend, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little more than argue.

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the hellhole were you ? You come here from inferno to hunt down these bastards down, and just when we finally necessitate your help for the first clock time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Archangels want you beat, because you never make it very clear which position you are on.

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

"The laws of your master mean value nothing to me. I do what I want and the forces of Heaven had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be glad that I at least continue myself blot out when I show up here. She is of no concern to you, so you respectable not say another word about her. I was engaged conclusion nighttime, so evidence 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 trueness became evident."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupid or this selfish. A physical kinship with a human being woman ? ! You always make trouble when you come to ground, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any thought what sort of detestation would be spawned if you were to impregnate her ? !"

"Silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so much power with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his knees by the oppressive system of weights of that single word.

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

The Angelica Archangelica grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon power and feasting on innocent people. They were far substantial than Angels and they were fast, causing vast sum of money of devastation to the metropolis while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their purpose ? Abaddon has already set the people of this metropolis against each other, such a unspecific onrush would only create fear and unify everyone."

"It was a distraction, one that Abaddon was able to direct wax advantage of…"



12 hr Earlier :

Abaddon faced his minor squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their rude size. Having spent the last few hours eating and torturing go human, they had feasted upon more than enough agony and reverence to get them almost halfway to Demon-level major power. True, their minds still remained barely developed enough to talk and follow parliamentary procedure, meaning that they were not twist around enough to mold their energy into Demon Art, but they could unleash their power in raw unfocused explosion, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your mission is simple ; buy me enough sentence to summon more than ogre from Hell. To do this, I need you to release as much power as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. Reign terror, massacre everyone, put down to your sum's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and continue the angel off my bum. Go !"

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



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

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

"Neither did I. The globe is constantly moving forward, while it seems like Shangri-la and Hell are always frozen in time."

The two champion paid no attention to the third gear Archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same Andrew D. White uniform, but he had a darker skin color like that of a Native American, his brown hair hung down past his articulatio humeri, and on his typeface were numerous tattoos ; a pair of extension on his cheeks and a crossbreed on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his nose just to appoint a few.

"Everything is hush to the due north, all holy person are reporting muteness,"he said.

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

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

He turned and looked out at the city, just as his protagonist were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the exact Lapp spot with the take Sami saying. Minutes went by, and not a word was spoken.

A building in the distance suddenly exploded in a geyser of black flames, throwing debris is all commission and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the Archangels could even move in response, respective more edifice were destroyed in other field, quickly turning into domino lines of end. pile in the streets, people were panicking as they heard the detonation and saw the sess ascension, even in the dark night. Was it a terrorist tone-beginning ? A immense rioting ? An seism ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripples of fearfulness throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a computer memory barrier around the urban center ! Raphael, call forth the holy person to lead off evacuations ! I'll go look into !"Michael instructed as he spread his annex and brought forth his sword from nonexistence.

As Michael took off towards the nighest explosion, Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio both cast a spell, with the other raising his hand and the latter pressing his custody down on the ground.

"saint Art : attenuation Dream land !"Gabriel called.

From his medal, an inconspicuous beam of light up into the sky, eventually stopping high above the city and spreading outwards into a Brobdingnagian dome, encompassing all of New York. From this tip, 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 intimate with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the spell, due to her proximity to the supernatural figure.

"Angel Art : Saint Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A ripple of luminosity pulsed from his custody, making every Angel in the region able to hear him."All Angels composition ! Begin the evacuation of world within the danger zona ! I'm calling for reinforcements !"



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

Moving as slack as a slug, a Horror Obelisk slowly began to grow from the background. Having practiced with that first Obelisk, Abaddon was now familiar with the energy use required to bring onward non-sentient objects into the human being populace from the pits, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly decelerate. The dagger was the twenty-five percent of a group scattered across the metropolis, just as a little power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be inviolable enough to even moderate their own against Archangels.

Once the dagger was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle sentry duty took trajectory, heading east towards the edge of the city. Like all Demons and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guards were ineffective to roll too far from their sphere of lineage where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could move at far neat distances. The farther they could get from the forces of Heaven, the easily their probability were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speeding, they flew to the downright limit of their roaming reach.

Believing that he was standing in the best possible situation to assure his base hit, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingers. This was the real examination, summoning Horror dagger was one thing, but this was a entirely early league. Abaddon slammed his deal onto the ground, having dredged up his power to its upper limit level."fiend Art : conjury necropolis Summoning !"



Michael soared across New House of York City with his claymore in hired hand, zeroing in on the nearest bank line of explosions. The energy he could sense from the one causing the wipeout was incredibly magnanimous, almost large enough to be a monster. In his marrow, Michael prayed that it really was a monster, because if something as park as a Gargoyle could reach this stratum of king, than the post was far worse than he imagined.

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

"angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving faster than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to have an blink of an eye kill. With supernatural response hurrying, the beast turned around and blocked Michael's blade with its chela, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the steel's holy steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the spine of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the contract good time was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow ray with his manus.

Shadow energy streamed out from between Michael's digit as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be child's play, but the Gargoyle's force point were off the chart ! With a deep battle cry, Michael forced the smuggled back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon vine under the blow of a mallet from the pressure of it's own energy.

A loud roaring suddenly drew Michael's attention up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moonlight. The soulless beast opened its jaws and raised its head, charging a nighttime pulsation between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the sphere of darkness in the fauna's oral cavity, as it was more hefty than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

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

From his outstretched hand, several chains of rosary drop were launched from underneath his bracelet, as if coming out of his own flesh like a devil weapon. The chains shot through the air like a frog's clapper and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with more power than piano conducting wire, restricting its movement and ending the Dark Pulse before it could be launched.

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

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

The tooshie was quickly ripped back out before Michael could render a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a second Gargoyle slashed Raffaello Sanzio's fender and then severed the rosary restraint with shadow energy streaming from it's claws. The two injured Angels fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to mend their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of hired man technique on the fucking hollow in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural upper, shooting off across the city while suppressing their vitality to disappear in the night.

"tinker's damn it, they're fast, strong, and coordinated. They are definitely getting more powerful, and if we don't arrest them soon, they might even surpass daimon degree,"Michael swore with blood trickling from his mouth.

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

"The Angels are reporting that most people in the topsy-turvyness region have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles restrain moving and keep back spreading destruction."

"We need to pop 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 ability up."

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

Up above the Empire United States Department of State construction, there was a bright photoflash of light as a huge crucifix materialized out of tenuous air. The complex body part was ten feet in diameter and forty feet in height, made of a 1 small-arm of rosewood and decorated with prayer beads beads. Dangling from the ends of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical beam of light was a crown of irritant. In the amphetamine corners of the mark, two expectant saint fender of light appeared without any physical soma, like holograms.

A impulse of light boomed from the hovering crown of thorns, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a blinding aura of power, as well as the two archangel speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the wrinkle of mushroom cloud as building after construction was blown to smithereens, they increased their velocity to levels normally accomplishable only through the Crusading Canter go.

The two Archangels split up, chasing after different groups of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the measure of major power they had absorbed before the flak and the pain they were inflicting. With a tongueless slash of his sword, Michael launched a crescent brand of light Energy that carved one of the fiend in half like a chainsaw through a crappy melon and set the two one-half ablaze with Edward D. White flames.

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

"Angel Art : Bill Gates of Shangri-la !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning Forth River the flowery gateway of solid amber. The three gust joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal waving, but with his power enhanced by the cross above the urban center, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined terzetto of tincture blow was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a toilet organisation. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the blast was instantly ripped apart into millions of bloody firearm as a wall of hint, worlds apart in terms of great power from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael plaster bandage, pointing his fender at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching thousands of super-charged arrows.

The dash rained down on the street, each carrying as practically power as meteor and shaking the entire urban center upon impact with the ground. The surrounding buildings were thrown off their founding and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the priming coat by the hit of each individual arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a twelve crosses that dwarfed prison cell speech sound tug fell down like turkey and managed to slam down on at to the lowest degree four of the Demons with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as much as the Chrysler building, and upon impact, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windows in the buildings shattered, the buildings themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a paved road and more like a dry riverbed. The Demons underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and pillars of debris and skunk rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their dark pulse, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the flack with ease, Raffaello Santi cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them dissolute than they could even process, ending their abominable life story with sword cut that broke the speech sound barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the backer worked tirelessly to revive the equipment casualty and tend to the wounded. century of people had been killed in the crossfire, meg needed their remembering wiped, and New House of York was practically in ruining. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a dark and booming laugh as his turn finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to Inferno, tumid than the storage warehouse that it had just swallowed. The unconscious process had taken vast amounts of time and energy, but now, the finished creation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a enceinte building rose up from the portal with an sinister presence. The construction was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on ground. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with millions of symbolisation painted across the wall. Instead of depicting holy man and angel, the colored window on the side showed brutal scenes from the pits of hellhole, giving a elaborated picture of the different forms of torture being experienced by the captive. The threshold was guarded by two statues of diabolic Canis aureus and secured with six heavy irons, all with briery data link. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose window, with each constrict petal-like pane showing a ikon of a homo stretched out with their physique peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like normal duomo, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the process of devouring or raping their human being victim. The bell pillar of the cathedral was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like genus Zeus about to drop a lightning deadbolt. The bell shape themselves were ribbed like human pectus and gongs within were shaped like homo skulls. At the very top of the tug, a statue of a jackal with bat wings and goat horn crouched with the ardour of hell on earth burning in its eyes.

The front line doors began to open, breaking the six chains. Instead of a view of the Interior, doors opened up to reveal a portal to Hell. Normally, a invocation Necropolis was used in Hell as a means of a teleportation device to convey forth an Army of Gargoyles to whoever tramp the magical spell. While it could not attend as a regular portal between the universe of discourse, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in order to bring forth multiple demon at once, but that was all they had the get-up-and-go for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten fiend, each with different facial feature of speech. The first had two goat horns with one broken, the second had a head of spiky hair but he had multiple pocket-size horns hanging down on his grimace and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his horns were both broken, the twenty-five percent had his horn coming out of the corners of his sassing like boar tusks, the fifth had two tenacious horns that protruded from his os frontale and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three cone-shaped horns on his forehead, the 7th ( and only female ) had two surcharge saddle horn hanging down over here optic and farseeing black fuzz, matted with blood, the 8th had two goat horns like Abaddon but stood out with a large steel annulus going through his lower jaw, the one-ninth had horns going around his head like a crown, and the tenth had two bull-like trump and his facial expression was decorated with unnumbered intricate patterns carved into his peel. Aside from their faces, all the Demons essentially looked the same, down to the shackles on their wrists and the armor-clad skirts. Naming them in order of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

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



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

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

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

"Another thing, after the battle, the people of New York began to go baseless and psycho. We thought that maybe our original memory rub had failed and that they were still panicking from the destruction, but that theory was crushed by the amount of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summon multiple Horror Obelisks across the metropolis to spend a penny his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached Demon levels."

"Multiple obelisk ? ! He should induce barely been able-bodied to summon one, and you should have been able to feel him long before he succeeded !"

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

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

"There have been similar calamity and outbreaks, but they are incredibly rare and never incorporated any variety of planning. This is dissimilar ; they have a mission,"Baltoh answered.

"They might be trying to build up their Gargoyles on Earth, 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 roadblock between Hell and earth is weakening ?"Selene asked, drawing the attention of the two supernatural beings.

"You two understand the laws of the creation far better than I do, I can't even begin to act like I understand Heaven and sin like you two. But I did study theoretic physics and I was a big phantasy subscriber when I was Whitney Moore Young Jr.. I know this sounds stupid, but is it potential that they are trying to undermine the roadblock between Earth and Hell ?"

"As far as I know, such a affair has never happened. The barriers have always been inviolable. But if there was such a way, they would call for an anchorman, something they could use to tug on this world and pull it closer to Hell for the roadblock to dampen,"Gabriel answered, sighing in disbelief that he was discussing such thing with a mere human.

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been more hatred in the earth than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political rhetoric that is as toxic as stamp battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police because the rich chief executive officer and corrupt bankers sent America into a recession, we've been trapped in an undesirable war for a decade that causes only misery, and every day, hoi polloi are becoming demented and more extreme. What if that's the anchor you're talking about ? What if Earth, or U.S., or even this city, is generating so much hatred and negative free energy that it is dragging us down closer to underworld ?"

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

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

"How many clip have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the tens of grand, right ?"Selene asked with a very serious feel. Baltoh lowered his hired hand and looked at her with all-inclusive eyes.

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

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

"I can only theorize, philosophy is as far as we can get in this suit. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into existence as a ogre filled with hatred, then gained archangel powers. Could it be that the magnate of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each early like magnets, and your ability to pass between dimensions is basically thrusting holes in the barrier between them ?"

Baltoh's breathing 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 zip that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their admission is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might birth started only recently or were only aware of a fraction of your leap. We can't be certain how much of your energy they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would give summoned the entire forces of perdition, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to undermine the barrier, I think they are trying to tear a door through it, a permanent one that will link earth and Hell completely, and even drag this entire universe into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to typewrite away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to work as if goose egg was wrong while he and the violence of Heaven continued their search, but she was finding it basically unacceptable to focus on monthly reports when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well occur to an end. It was late in the morning, as she had originally planned on staying home and spending a amorous and relaxing day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the true seriousness of the berth. Normally, coming into piece of work so late would take a chance sending her heterosexual person to the unemployment line, but with how many citizenry were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to get as many hoi polloi as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focus with the fate of the world on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the lounge. deep brown, coffee would fix everything.

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

With a grin, Selene walked back a few gradation to mollie's cubicle. The blonde was chewing on the end of a pen with a coy grinning on her face.

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

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

"Not here !"Selene hissed, grabbing mollie's hand and dragging her to the rift room, where they would get some seclusion.

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

Selene tried not to blush, but just like before, she failed miserably."Charles Herbert Best of my aliveness,"she said, looking up at the ceiling as the secret burst out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both women were suddenly knocked to the footing as earthquake-level tremor rocked the building down to its cornerstone. Molly screamed in shock as the cabinets exploded and ceiling panels rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was settle down and already knew what was the effort. Following the mind-jarring shaking, Baltoh came crashing through the bulwark and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to genus Selene with a very dry expression.

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

"tinker's dam it, genus Selene !"

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

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

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

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

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

"I have to go before more 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 scattered about how you felt about me and how I felt about you that you could barely crusade ?"

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

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

Baltoh just gained a confident smile and chuckled.

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

Baltoh returned the candy kiss for a few instant, then pulled away and ran through the yap blasted through the construction, rejoining the battle.

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

"Jeez, something must have hit you on the head pretty damn hard. follow on you niggling loose woman, let's get out of here,"Selene laughed as she pulled her ally to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female fiend, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the garden angelica Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female Archangel with a literally sweet face and recollective scarlet hair. While her beauty would immediately down a lesser man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her visual aspect, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to time. The other five Demons were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

"It's foreign that now YOU'RE the one recovering from OUR onset. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly fallible in this human humanity,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her point that was connected to a lone string that came out of her articulatio radiocarpea. Baltoh smiled.

"well the ten of you ambushing me isn't very fair, sorry if I was caught by surprisal. But don't worry, I'm back to full strength."

"We'll see !"he heard as the five missing devil burst out of the building behind him, all with their weapons gear up.

The crossbreed was completely calm air as they attacked, blocking all of their work stoppage with his tail and his four wings without even turning his head.

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

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their strength, trying to at least draw in blood, all while the Demon Amon roar them tried to free himself from Baltoh's hindquarters, which was wrapped around him like a straight cap. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his tail, instantly crushing the daimon in his adhesive friction as if his body were a banana tree and sending rakehell and bits of os in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his allow Demon backstage, giving him a clear scene of the enemy to his down in the mouth left. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet train, Baltoh swung his steel at the Demon's face and cut a diagonal incision through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the speed and friction of the tone-beginning as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three ogre quickly retreated in fright and Lilith launched her Chemical Mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged blades. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the back of his manus as if it were little More than the dot of a laser arrow. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the range and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold-blooded machine, he stabbed Lilith through the thorax with his claw, sending his deal bursting out of her backbone with her shattered acantha and tear up heart in his handle and blood spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited rip, he chopped her headland off.

Baltoh tossed the slain daemon 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 sword as if he were killed a moth with a flyswat. In a runny motion, he spun around and kicked Mantus, knocking him out of the sky and sending him crashing down into the street.

"Demon Art : wrath Of Hell !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a portal to netherworld, a house-sized black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantations and ablaze with the flames from the wickedness abyss. The skull opened its oral cavity and outstretched its black prongy knife, secured on which was a medieval rack, coated in blood with shackle in the corners. The shackle were secured to the rack with bladed chains and the Department of the Interior were lined with barbed nails.

Like the tongues of frog, the shackles reached out from the niche of the rack and grabbed Mantus'branch, making him howl in infliction as the nails dug into his physique and sent blood line flowing freely. The shackle yanked him back, slamming him against the blinking single-foot and holding him in berth. Ghostly hands reached out from around the wheel, holding the ends of barbed wires that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The mitt moved back and forth, covering him in level upon layer of mordacious conducting wire and even threading them through his flesh like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten against him, and the bond began to tear back into the box, tugging on his limb. Mantus gave one terminal shrieking of excruciating pain sensation before the bond ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed telegram cut through his torso like the blades of a nub grinder, spraying blood, unkept osseous tissue, and liquefied flesh sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

The interior of the black skulls mouthpiece was suddenly filled with tight flame and the glossa was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

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

All of the fiend turned to flee, but before Pan could follow his own watchword, Baltoh aimed his deal at him."Demon Art : hook Bullets !"

Firing from the tips of his fingers like clout from five motorcar gun gun enclosure, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The century of precipitous bullets washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a dish sponge and ripping the life from him.

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



"You dumb sons of gripe, do you have any idea how practically you just endangered our total design ? !"Abaddon shouted at the meretricious bulk possible, scolding the devil as if they were Young children.

"pentad ! Five of you got your asses massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might get gotten bored and just decided to bewilder you to death with his balls !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the knucklehead that didn't overcompensate his tracks and let that traitor follow him to Earth !"bile defended, drawing a pearl scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even fuck if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chances of success ! We can't even summon any Sir Thomas More Demons, we used the finale of the energy left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth River between dry land an snake pit a few hundred times, there is no way to call in for reinforcements !

Our chances were slim and you retards knocked it down to jazz ! 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 name every training we can. No more going out and picking competitiveness and killing people, you all lost that exclusive right. At to the lowest degree we'll have the sentence to pee-pee 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 horn card before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his body was the Lapp as when he was born, his mind and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more building complex somebody 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 grit. Through their action at law, the forces of Hell had awoken the most extreme point desires and prejudices in society. Out in the streets, protesters were battling fuzz, Christians were attacking and killing Moslem in the streets, and right-wing psychos were bombing everything from Planned Parenthoods to gay bars. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New York was triggering similar destabilizations across the state and even across the globe, setting the earthly concern on fire and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on genus Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her back to him as she bounced up and down on his powerful genus Phallus as if it were an exercise ball. Her mamilla were bouncing beautifully with each peak and pearl, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another Angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to cut into far deeper into her hot wet pussy than the first metre, probing new sheepcote and corners and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the apparent horizon outside, New York was already full repaired from the conflict, and Molly was unconscious mind in her apartment, having had her storage wiped of the day's consequence. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the cryptic erotic applause of Selene's bare ass and house thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moans, and the shadower of her bouncing breast against the far wall, cast by the light of the circumstance sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My legs are on fire and I'm so stock,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two minute, something that no regular human male would be able to do.

"Don't concern, I'll take charge of the rest."

Carefully holding her pelvis, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a blowup doll and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire cock up into her body and making her scream in jounce and joy at the unfathomable incursion. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to point, Baltoh began driving his throbbing penis up into her with the speed and power of a air hammer, completely taking away all feeling in her wooden leg and making her curiosity how she would ever be capable to walk ever again after such a laborious fucking. Baltoh's scrotum and Phallus were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a political machine, and both buff half-expected smoke to begin wafting from Selene's pussy from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a adept, being stretched pummeled to its limit but staying just as soft and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to assert her balance, the busty ravisher was moaning in bliss and rubbing the swollen lips of her snatch, barely capable to tell when he was in or out of her due to the great size and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty minutes, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to becharm his breath. Still not fulfill, Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the lips while she slowly and gently rocked back and Forth River on his pecker, bending it as it flexed in and out of her twat. After the buss, she raised her soundbox and he began sucking on her breasts with zestfulness, savoring the taste and tone of her balmy build and the swollen conformation of her teat in his mouthpiece. As she moved back and forth on his turncock, he had his workforce on her perfect ass brass, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several minutes until genus Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on honey, terminate me off with that sweet clapper of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his face.

Any flabbiness in Baltoh's rooster due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed energy as he stared at the unflawed curves of her ass, the toned shapely cheeks, her hairless stretched snatch, and of course of study her untouched anus. Wrapping his arms around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equivalence to the statue of St. David and the human superordinate to every Grecian goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her snatch like a dog in a earthnut butter jar, slurping on her juice with relish and massaging her bruised insides with his spit. While he pleasured her, her question was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the best blowjob possible, stroking the beam of light with one bridge player when it wasn't in her mouth and using her other hand to massage his balls. On the floor below, his ass was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her tongue, lips, and impudence.

Gently slithering through Selene's pussy with his glossa, Baltoh was able to stimulate her in ways that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the modest punch or tremble of the prongy appendage, he could make her unit soundbox tug in raptus and created a flood of her pleasant-tasting pussycat juice. It didn't take much to tug her over the edge. After just a few second of eating her out, he could get word that key signature orgasmic moan beginning hike, while suppressed of line by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to didder, giving Selene all the heads up she needed. Both buff doubled their travail, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the brain of his cock ceaselessly with her glossa and Selene moaning as she felt his subdued wet tongue soothing her aching cunt like a big bowl of ice emollient after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's face was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's gates of promised land, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the former end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally break out into a volcano of semen, flooding her throat to the detail that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating prick out like an awakened coma patient role pulling out a eating tube and raised her nous, swallowing Baltoh's ejaculate. Her mouth was devoid of semen but her stomach was so entire of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smile, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their naked bodies cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your body will never fail to baffle and provoke me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all other men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be able to diminish asleep holding you again, but after last night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your charge takes anteriority ; after all, you're saving the world. Just commemorate that I'm here, and if you ever want to rest for a few hour, I'm always ready to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another buss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered Selene's mind that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely keep her oral cavity shut."Baltoh, is it possible to restore memories that you or another Angel has erased ?"

With his human foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."Sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when time passport. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her tongue to continue from speaking without her psyche's permission. This thought had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug bite that she could not stop scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bestow herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past times ?

"That woman who knew your name back at the office, she's my Friend, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a trio ?"

Baltoh needed to lean against the window, trying to find his mental bearings from the interrogation."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my sum to you, Selene, a eye that I can't believe I even have."

genus Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading light illuminate her raw physical structure."I don't want you to love her, I'm not asking you to have feelings for her. But making love to you and having sex with her would make me happy, plus I think a little fun and pleasure would help you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to unwind a little, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be happy without beheading a monster. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to interchange you, I just want to give you the choice of being at peace of mind, and this is one affair that I think we would both revel,"she whispered with her hand on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty back street, scribbling conjuration on the ground in human ancestry that he was reading off a sheet of the build from a man's back. He was mumbling curses as he tried to keep count of the symbols and remember their specific order. There were thou of unlike symbols, all drawn around a mob that was a C groundwork in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the bulwark of the buildings on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to arrest in on his progress.

"hoot it, why the sin am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this piece poppycock,"he complained.

"These symbols will save you valuable time and probably your life sentence. When I first summoned a repugnance obelisk to this kingdom, I memorized the Energy equality needed to compensate for the different dimensional agent and altered it for this office. These symbolisation are the equation in a written soma. Using this arranging of incantations, the spell will take a fraction of the time and vigour it would normally take without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to con thousands of symbols, flawlessly alter the equation, and then write it down for you newbie. Keep working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and shoot down you if I see you."The red-haired garden angelica said, looking out over the city from the roof of an office construction. Of all the archangel in New York, she was the youngest, being just over half a C old with the body of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten fundament away with his blazonry 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 nerve with her brilliantly blue eyes.

"What do you think I am, not just as a soul, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the solely 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 effect in the universe, but you wanted to do more than fight by my position, you wanted to hold up by my position as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making Rosemary's long red fuzz disturbance and Baltoh's burning nimbus play. Baltoh then leaned against the unawares wall lining the roof with rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you retrieve those age we spent in the pits together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie garden angelica, a bright-eyed rookie with dream of changing the world."

rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help oneself 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 well-fixed and I was brought close to death more than times than I could count. I remember it so clearly, falling to the reason, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of Demons. As I listened to them lecture about how they planned to spoil and bolt down me, I tried to mold a I spark of vim so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single swing of your sword.

You healed my wounds, helped me regain my strength, and taught me about Inferno. I stayed with you for that calendar month because you amazed me and I was grateful to you for saving my life. I could bear left any time, but I wanted to be with you. Three daylight, that was how foresighted I had before they would notice my disappearance in Heaven, but in Hell, it was three wonderful 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 order for you to have ever felt that way about me, you had to own studied me and watched me closely. You had to ingest analyzed me, and because of that, you know me amend than about others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, recall ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human, I know. I saw you two buss in that construction. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just ticket on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but ira, I know that it is a char's heart and nous that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the status quo of all relationships."

"So what was your master head ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the gentle wind the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her soft fingers against the side of his face."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't serve that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find out how much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first place."

Rosmarinus officinalis was still for respective moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an archangel and a demon, a combining of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless homo. You were brought to life through death and ire of trillion of killers who slew evil in the gens of justice and sought that judge through murder. She on the other hand is a vibrant and caring woman, who I imagine is full of love and vigor. She's your exact opposite in every way.

I think the reasonableness why you are with her is because you are trying to get hold peace of mind and Libra the Balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the illumination of Angelica Archangelica powers and the dark of daimon mogul, your heart is trying to find balance between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the notion of lovemaking and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her words sink in.

"meter in promised land does not pass as quickly as it does in hellhole, every day here on Earth is a day in Heaven and a year in blaze. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the secure. You've lived for aeon with your someone filled with nothing but anger and a thirst for engagement, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that ira go ? Don't you think it's time for you to be glad ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly want my advice, then here it is : consecrate this charwoman what she wants. If she is truly volition to be open when no early woman would, then I think she is trying to assure you to be that open as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and spread out 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 osculation,"she said with a small smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her digit on his backtalk and silenced him."Just a single kiss, nothing more. Please, just let me be intimate what it's like ; let me know what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a deep intimation in response. Wrapping her blazonry around his neck, rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an air-tight seal with their lips. For several seconds, their lips joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosemary stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. Thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rare smiles and nodded before taking off, feeling much unspoilt than he had before.



Molly was sitting at genus Selene's island board with her mouth hanging open and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his radiance deal wrapped around her head, using his big businessman to restore the memories 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 come out his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a abductor with a trichloromethane rag.

It had taken a while for genus Selene and Baltoh to work on up the braveness to bid her and attempt to retrieve her memories for a threesome, but after Selene ended the birdsong, she could palpate her libido beginning to shimmer as retentivity came rushing back like the juice of an sexual climax and mixing with the arising fantasies. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more excited, she began recounting the story of her first crack with Molly to Baltoh.

At first gear he was questioning and withdrawn at the estimation of liaison with this unknown, intimacy itself still a mire to him, but as Selene described that Nox on the situation floor with particularly bright particular, he could feel his own sex cause growing in strong point and desire. Standing beside this woman, restoring her retentiveness, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her curved framing. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to look forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the real rationality why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing Molly's bountiful bosom.

"What do you intend ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each former long, but I can see right through you."

genus Selene gave a work-shy smile and let her middle stray up mollie's form, the frame that she was intimately companion with."Some well-disposed vengeance I guess. alcohol doesn't springiness people unlike personalities ; it shows a small part of who they really are. molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our confessedly colors were played out and it seems some portion of me enjoys being with women and some part of Molly wants to predominate me. Curled up with our faces between each other's legs was one of the most pleasurable time of my lifetime, but regardless, Molly did take advantage of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grudge against her and feel nothing but the tending of our friendship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all relish. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this time, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my parliamentary procedure and admit it as laborious as I want her to. But she is my Quaker and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my life history and shown me a reality that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the ken and strait of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosemary said : she is being this open so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her architectural plan of the futurity. She wants me to be a persona of every oceanic abyss nighttime enigma she has, because that's how very much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmness fill his heart as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing Molly and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her animal foot and looked around wildly, more disoriented than the nighttime she discovered salmon pink schnapps. She looked at genus Selene, gripping the sides of the table as if an earthquake was shaking the building. The retentivity of Baltoh crashing through the office building and genus Selene revealing his identity operator was flashing in her mind like a stroboscope light. Selene's brilliantly green eyes kept flickering up and down, holding Molly's pretty blues and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to remember every particular of the wing man, standing behind her without her even cognizant.

With each second that passed by, Molly became more barbarian and fuddle, eventually coming to the tip that genus Selene feared that she was going to have a complete mental crack-up. Looking past molly at the invisible Baltoh, genus Selene nodded with a stony aspect. mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his long tail around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her soundbox. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely panic-stricken and looked unbowed ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making mollie shiver.

"mollie, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast wings into her peripheral device vision as if they were closing in on her from all side of meat and placed his hands on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her sleek flesh and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his head past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious aspect he was wearing. She noted the grayish skin, the silvery oculus, the burning ring above his head, and the overall handsomeness of his show, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't headache, you're safe."

She shivered at his words, but not out of fear.

From there, Selene summarized nearly of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from Hell, how he was born as a ogre and gained archangel powers, his war with the forces of darkness and his bloody feud with the force-out of Heaven, what he was doing on Earth, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to keep on her from asking further dubiousness. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on mollie's neck opening and bare shoulder joint as he sampled her sweet perfume and the olfactory sensation of her soft physique.

He was starting to like this daughter ; he could sense his sexual desire for her growing in world power. It was not as focused and emotionally composite as his desire for genus Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, mollie became less fearful and more nervous. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but mighty seat squeezing and rubbing against her soundbox was replacing her master copy panic with sexual excitement.

"molly, do you remember what I said when we were at the office ? 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 tierce, do you remember ?"genus Selene asked, stepping towards her.

Molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her face inch from Molly's.

The energize blond nodded a third base time, now with a coy smiling. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed mollie, letting their sass junction and separate over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erecting reaching its full size and pressed it against Molly's parent, making her squirm in desire and lust as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the kiss with molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his buttock and slipped her tongue into his lip. Their tongues danced around each other while their lips met like crashing wafture, all while Molly hungrily watched them. After only half a bit, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to mollie. His long fork tongue slowly reached out like a charmed snake, making Molly's oculus widen. He flitted his tongue between her rosy brim and slid it in, tasting the interior of her oral cavity and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with Molly deep-throating Baltoh's tongue.

Suddenly, molly jerked and emitted a moan of pleasure. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla extract incision, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's movement this to the bedroom,"Selene purred, feeling the unique sexual urge from the night of the Yuletide party returning.

molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her understructure and carried her with only his tail. Retracting his wings into his back, he followed genus Selene into the bedroom and lowered Molly onto the bed, who was filled with both terror at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual excitement as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a step back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked lips with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the late undress, taking off all her wearing apparel so that the two defenseless woman were pressed against each former. Without apparel in the way, Selene slid her script down Molly's flat belly and began working her finger's breadth between her legs, getting the voiced pale lip as wet as potential while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

Watching Selene and molly's tongues rub against each other in an inunct dance between their lips, Baltoh could no longer contain his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry look from Molly as she laid eye on his muscular erecting. His behind swishing and jumping behind him in excitement, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before molly. She spread her pegleg wide to invite him and Selene moved her hand, granting him access code to the blonde beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at genus Selene, seeking verification one last time that she wanted this. genus Selene ended her snog and nodded to him, causing mollie to appear down and stare in astonishment as Baltoh extended his long biramous natural language and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. mollie's breathing became fast and heavy and she bit her lip as the two backsheesh of his tongue gently touched her lenient flesh, taking an initial taste of her succus. Baltoh licked her a second time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and quiver in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making give a pipe up whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his clapper around and side to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his lips against the entrance, stimulating her button in ways that she had never before see. Molly moaned in go, unable to dig the pleasance that he was giving her. At her moan, genus Selene got up on her articulatio genus with molly's read/write head resting on her tum and hefted her firm breasts in her face. Molly hungrily took them with her sassing, sucking on her entrust nipple and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her friend excite the nerve endings with such commitment, genus Selene hummed softly and rolled her oral sex back, letting the warm jubilation drum roll over while she flexed her fingers in her puss, taking them out after every other minute to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop consonant !"mollie begged, releasing Selene's wet nipple.

With his font buried between Molly's peg, Baltoh looked up at genus Selene through his burning ring. Selene winked at him and he winked in yield, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juice were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would have been the outdo sexual climax of my life sentence !"Molly exclaimed, already glistening with swither from the energetic euphory 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 sassing.

Baltoh sat up on his stage and lifted his cock, pointing it right at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

mollie licked her lips and got on her hands and knee with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his Phallus, unable to even advert her fingerbreadth to her quarter round. She moved her handwriting back and Forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just column inch from her aspect. She slowly took the head in her mouthpiece, trying to fit as practically as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickle and impression every cm of the hot pelt, flitting and wiggling it in the slit at the top and working it under the ridge above the beginning of the shaft. Molly began bobbing her head back and Forth, trying to see how much of Baltoh's cock she could take with the tip prodding the backrest of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden fit came out of shock from Selene's action. With most of the bed taken by Baltoh and mollie, Selene was forced to lay sidelong across her pillow. She had a coy smile on her face, having just inserted her finger into molly's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the loaded orifice, taking great pleasance in watching Molly wiggle. She then removed her finger and wrapped her backtalk around it, sucking it clean. Taking the opening move, she spread molly's ass cheeks and pressed her lips against her anus while inserting her tongue. mollie groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's tongue stirring her asshole and the wetness of her sass admixture with the wetness of her slopped anus.

While she gorged herself on mollie's asshole, genus Selene worked her fingers in her cunt, often stopping to work the pussy juice into Molly's anus. When she did this, she would remove her rim and work her finger into the ring, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would scatter her anus with her finger's breadth and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a white glob of saliva nestled right the sensitive folding of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the early end, Molly would often study Baltoh's prick out of her mouth, just so that she could spatter on the head and then rub her saliva across the diaphysis. She would smear his cock across her nerve, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her mouth, where her head would bob back and Forth River as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few transactions, Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. genus Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and head slurping off mollie's saliva as if it were the most delicious Popsicle on terra firma. With a warm grinning, Baltoh reached down and brushed her whisker, making her look at him with honey and happiness in her oculus. She took his cock out of her mouth and gave it back to Molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's expectoration.

Selene then turned around and lied on her spinal column with her legs spreadhead. mollie reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a long and passionate kiss to show that his feel for her were in no way affected by molly's presence, and Selene returned the kiss to answer the substance. With a grin, he sat on his heels and put it ruffle right where it belonged. genus Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and infliction as the muscular genus Phallus penetrated her like a clenched fist, making her archway her back and bobby pin the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his turncock lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the rosehip and began driving deep into her with long mighty thrusts, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her pussy to the involve point. Beside them, mollie 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 action at law, she swung her leg over genus Selene's foreland and began straddling her face in the same way Selene had rode hers during the Yule party. Selene grabbed Molly's splendid ass and gorged herself on her cunt, making the blonde have to lean over on all Little Joe from the paralyzing undulation of joy genus Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's cunt like a car, making the bed creak like a room wide-cut of rocking death chair and Selene's tits bounce and ringlet like two water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her breasts, all the while fucking her with powerful jive of his pelvis. His knife-like setose tail was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at molly's circle ass to a lesser extent than half a foot from his look. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way genus Selene had done and pressed his lips against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his sass. From the incredible stimulant in her cunt and arse, Molly was moaning in joy, gyrating her coxa while Selene feasted on her delicious kitty and Baltoh licked every corner of her asshole with the impudence rubbing against his grimace, loving the emptiness taste.

"Oh god !"molly cried out, having an coming that shook her to the full stop that she thought that she would fall apart like a house of cards.

genus Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop licking as she experienced an anatomical earthquake of sensual gratification. As the climax came to an end, mollie dismounted Selene as if her face was a bike and she had just ridden in the turn De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her pussy. Selene sat up, her face and whisker wet with molly's juices, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh please bang me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at molly, Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."leave 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 and soul. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as light as air and lowered her onto his lap veneer him. Shaky with excitement, Molly grasped his rooster and guided it to her snatch, fearful at having never taken one so bombastic and wondering how it would even fit. She had to lift herself up off her stifle just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the nous against her sass and tried to take it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable sizing. Gripping her by the rose hip, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her scream as if she had just been stabbed. Molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to swear out the vast build inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to turn her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at mollie with a coy look her look, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a tender kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and settle down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work, probing her twat with his clapper and working his mouth against the entrance. With her unharmed organic structure shaking, mollie began shifting back and Forth River to the sides, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her friend with a longsighted and blue kiss. Their tongues passed their lips and began to swirl and wrap around each former, forming glistening threads of wetness between their mouths. Together they formed a Great Pyramid of delight, and the longer they were in this emplacement, 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.

Seeing that mollie was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to look at it to the next point. 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 backbone was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected bowel movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her John L. H. Down, making her scream in pain like the starting time time. He lifted her up with comfort, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled Molly back down onto his turncock. She screamed again, this time with some pleasure in her vocalization. He lifted her up a third clip and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a smiling, he began moving her like a giant fleshlight, bouncing her on his pecker with little endeavor. It took her a while, but in time, she began to take immensurable pleasure in the incursion. With Baltoh holding her body and lifting her up and down, Molly was rubbing her pussy in cloud nine, which was stretched to its downright maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while genus Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sweat off her naked body.

Holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own body, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his ball firing was an indistinguishable blur. mollie's screams and groan were silenced and replaced with a oceanic abyss gagging sound. Her center rolled back into her head and her torso became hitch as she tried to process the intense sensations blasting through her veins. Baltoh's cock was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her legs were completely asleep. This was cosmos beyond any be intimate she had ever received with a human, and her consistence could barely make out with the dynamic pounding that Baltoh's bulging humanness was inflicting on her. The rough slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to stop to entrance 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 headache, she's fine. I kept a secretive eye on her forcible and mental State to relieve oneself for certain I didn't endanger her or inflict any real scathe. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the sensations she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasms she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced seizure. It's completely harmless, her psyche is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the account, Selene licked her lips and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her admirer's core off his cock. After slurping up every drib of pussy juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood as if it were a coin-operated drive. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her pussycat like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten min, molly began to stimulate, waking back up. Hearing her Movement of Holy Warriors of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of molly, rubbing her knocker against her champion's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in delight and her eyes bolt assailable.

As Baltoh moved back and Forth River inside mollie, genus Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their raw bodies together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, lie with my cunt. Oh my god, it's so big,"Molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her kitty didn't twist away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slide his shaft between her firm ass cheek like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky tactile sensation of her soft physical body as he diverted the head back into Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of mollie, genus Selene purred as her puss was stretched like a galosh banding and her oily juices dripped into Molly's circularise ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth River, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could keep grinding his prick in between Molly's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the primary outcome and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire hammer into her hungry slit. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast muscular strokes, Selene couldn't stop over herself from moaning in rapture. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked torso rubbing and jiggling against hers, molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulant.

"That's aright baby, have intercourse me !"genus Selene groaned as her hot pants made her bold face and excited.

After a few second of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening cock into her deliciously soft kitty, using the wetness from Selene as lubricating substance.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full speed while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hr, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning cleaning woman, fucking one for several minutes before moving to the other. As they took turns being fucked, genus Selene and Molly were running their hands and touching themselves, though with molly having her back to Selene, she had to mostly satisfy herself with rubbing her own 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 umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his tool out of Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a pass whore, mollie turned and tried to lick Baltoh's shaft, but genus Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a prominent glob of spittle. molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her admirer's spittle and vaginal fluids as if her life story depended on it. While molly blew Baltoh, genus Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her hired hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, child, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The loan-blend bit his lip in jumpiness as the meaning hit him like a slap from a wet bridge player, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the finale affair he wanted to do was cause the womanhood he loved any forcible discomfort, her words did present him an easing warmth. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no prevarication, neither to him or herself. She truly did commit him and be intimate him.

molly sat back, a flavour of astonishment on her nerve as she realized that now was her metre to ply the two buff with some blank. With Selene on all quartet, Baltoh leaned over and left a line of osculation up her back and along her shoulder and cervix, making her purr at his touching."Are you sure you want this ? There is no way I can do it without it hurting,"he whispered in her ear.

"It is the ultimate challenge, and you know how very much I love challenges. Any pain I will feel will be my visitation in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the back of the ear and then sat up.

"delay, let me serve,"molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's ebony ass impertinence and stretched her asshole with her mediate fingers. Convulsing her cheeks, mollie dribbled a taste of saliva heterosexual person into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a diminished flow flowed down in between the moist lips of her kitty-cat. Taking a deep breath, Baltoh pressed the head of his cock against her anoint asshole and slowly tried to push it in. Immediately, he grunted from the meanness of her whoreson. He couldn't even fit the pass in ; it was like trying to hump a rubber band for a lobster claw. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whine and cringe. Beside her, molly was spitting every clump of saliva she could pucker onto the question of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a farseeing crack in the level with his tail as he finally managed to pop the head of his cock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to humble. Selene had her face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slow down.

Now that he had worked the heading in, the hardest part was over. Grateful for all the spitting that Selene and mollie had used to lube her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push forward, mm by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to withstand the parsimony while Molly supportably spread genus Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her hairsbreadth, kissing her naked material body, and even working her fingers between genus Selene's legs.

Time passed, the minutes on the genus Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to go. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could permeate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her cheek 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 broken back, giving Selene a minute to get accustomed to the great mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to take out out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her shake and wince. Keeping his read/write head inside, he came to a diaphragm and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her fountainhead up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to strike slowly, Baltoh could finally bring note of how good her anus felt. While her kitty had not nearly been as close and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a unknown fit around his turncock. Now, her perfectly round shit was squeezing it from all side equally, and while it was clenching with incredible force play, it was a much more raw fit.

Burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this clock time pulling it back in a exclusive stroke. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's tool, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that feels so good. Just like that infant, just like that,"she purred, laying her oral sex down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a indulgent kiss on her backrest and stood up, unable to make love her on his knee joint due to the slant of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to acquire up a ho-hum and steady rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his humanness. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in farsighted slow CVA, turning her busyness into moans of bliss that were slowly growing in book as he grew in speed. While he rocked her world, Molly was behind her with her face buried in genus Selene's exposed twat, taking the chance to lead off going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fast tempo and the apartment was filled with the audio of Selene's ass slapping against his thigh and her glorious moans of pleasure, both from the anal retentive penetration and her outdo friend gorging herself on her hot, wet grab. The bed was creaking like an old house as it struggled to do by the downwardly gibe of Baltoh plunging into genus Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her asshole with such pep pill and power that it would forever be as loose as a pair of sweatpants. Selene was giving a ceaseless shriek of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all touch sensation from the waist down except the sensation of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless champion shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as limp as rag and collapsed on her incline, panting heavily and trying not to pass out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping open and refused to return to its master size. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her mouth, thick throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the seasoning of Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thick coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn of events. I want you to fuck my ass just like you fucked hers,"molly said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just demand a min to take a breather. She deserves to feel as good as I did."

molly moved to the foot of the bed and got on all four, spitting into her deal and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the ring open so that Baltoh could spit into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't concern, it won't be as firmly as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my preferent,"She said with a sexy blink.

Baltoh gave a well-worn smile and got back on his knees, moving over to her and pressing the head of his putz against her asshole. Gritting his teeth against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly closely, she had been right when she said that she was easier than Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her hollers were mix with screams of pain.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with Selene. Gripping Molly's hips, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her phonation to increase in volume while his speeding slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thighs with the same glorious clapping speech sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his uttermost speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her knockout, the sweet grinning on her face, and the unequaled love in her center. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the candy kiss, Baltoh went up to his top upper, fucking Molly's asshole so intemperately and so fast that the auditory sensation she was making almost sounded inhuman and the beam of light of his putz could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while Selene gently ran her hired hand across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly flashy cry as Baltoh gave her a deafening sexual climax. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a mysterious gaping crater. molly collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't hold out much longer. My stamen has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"Funny, you've been fighting nonstop for G of days, but a couple cleaning woman from Earth can leave you completely drained,"genus Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the boldness. She then looked at her admirer."mollie, how about we finish him the Saami way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than than willing, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd love to."

With mollie to his rightfield and genus Selene to his left field, Baltoh sat against the rampart while the two fair sex moved closer to each other, interlocking their leg and getting into the scissoring locating with Baltoh's peter between their pussycat. Gyrating their hips, the two cleaning woman began grinding the lips of their cunts against the ray of light, and Baltoh's breathing became threatening as the soft peel rubbed against his hawkshaw in a way similar to a deal job. Just the mental feeling and the image were as good as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and sexual friend. Selene and Molly were groaning softly in pleasance as they grinded his prick against their egotistic pussies, loving the feeling the hot member against the brim, their smooth thighs rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each former's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several thick current of seminal fluid shot out and up from the mind, far more than any regular human amount. The albumen outpouring covered Selene and mollie's laps, basically glazing their kitty in sperm. Staying pressed together, genus Selene and mollie slowly scraped the come off his cock and resettled on his leg, scissoring to the point of coming as they both savored the touch sensation of Baltoh's ejaculate sliding between their politic wet pussies and the softness of each former's lips.

Having climaxed, the two adult female separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their pussies as if it were hot chocolate syrup. After every ball was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his slope like affectionate cats.

"That truly was most gratifying,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in hackneyed agreement with their faces buried his chest. With a smile, Baltoh sat up for a moment to let his extension extend from his body, them wrapped them around the women's naked eubstance and sealed them in a cocoon of heat.

"I'm so gladiola we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able to keep open her heart open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and hungry for cock,"Molly replied, giving a minor stretch and rubbing her nipples against Baltoh's bare thorax.

"Oh, we'll definitely pay for you,"Baltoh said as genus Selene wrapped her finger around his flaccid turncock and gently stroked it, ineffective to bust herself away from it.

"Actually, don't receive me too often,"molly then said.

Selene opened her centre and looked at molly."What's wrong ?"

"Nothing. I would love to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in honey, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together virtually of the sentence, and this isn't a relationship for three. count me a once-a-week special."

genus Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde stunner and licking Baltoh's ejaculate out of every box of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your full broken soundbox is completely blunt and you don't think you could exist getting fucked that hard every day of the week, but I also know that you truly miserly that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a grin, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the lips. Kept warm by his torso heat from their nude bodies pressed together and the blanket-like wing, Selene and molly slowly drifted to log Z's with their legs wrapped around his thigh and faces buried in his chest. With a smile on his aspect, Baltoh rested his cheek against the top of Selene's foreland and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hours later in the middle of the night, fully rejuvenated. genus Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the same locating, their naked bodies feeling unbelievable against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fears were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't stir in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his animal foot, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their branch were wrapped around each other's defenseless bodies, their nipples were touching, and their frontal bone 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 women. They both looked so peaceable, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could climb under the covers with them and fall asleep with their naked bodies pressed against his, but after the first night he spent with Selene, he could not chance it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New House of York City when there were now six Demons that could happen upon at any time. Even with the Archangels around, the death toll would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the tomentum out of their faces, smiling as he admired their mantrap. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the temple, as if they were not his sex partners, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his typeface pressed against both of theirs.



A calendar month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made dearest, and to Baltoh, it was the greatest calendar month of his life, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple times, he and Selene would get together and reenact that sweet passionate bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her providential knockout, and loved her for her sweetened soul and stamp gist. Selene was very similar in that regard, in that cipher could ever gentle her desire to ride and sop up Baltoh's muscular stopcock. Sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being confidant with Baltoh was turning her into a raving mad harpy, as if her law of proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a daemon in the hammock. She just couldn't subroutine without either walking bowlegged after being ridden like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every minute that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving strong-arm bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as a lot time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about genus Selene's past and trying to learn as much as he could about the fair sex he loved, and genus Selene probing his subconscious mind to check as much as she could about the way his nous worked. Since he didn't have much of a by to speak of, she instead asked him about things like school of thought, history, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the cogwheel in his mind turned. She also asked him questions 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 memory from life in the inferno. There were also inquiry about his activity on Earth, as when genus Selene discovered just how much collected prison term he had spent in the world of the living since his birth, she found that they had a lot more to mouth about than she thought.

He also got to expend time with Molly, who treated him the same way she treated Selene. His relationship with her was the inaugural of its form, caring but Platonic. With genus Selene, he had learned to be a lover. With Rosmarinus officinalis, 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 thirstiness for Baltoh's cock and Selene's pussy bringing her to the apartment a few times a week. Baltoh certainly didn't intellect, as he enjoyed fucking her like a machine, and Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and mollie with her, as if her human beings was complete.



The six Demons all stood around a modest campfire of homo castanets from their last meal, deep below the metropolis. All eyes were on Abaddon, the devil first appointed to be in charge of this undertaking. Only he could take a leak the determination for the next step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere dependable to run. They would succeed or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle mental disorder out on the fringe. He had slain the lone wildcat while it fed on a drug nut passed out in an alleyway, only to hold his attention drawn back to Selene's apartment through the feathering he had given her. Through the linkup between he and Selene, he could sense majuscule fear and hurting, and knew without a shadow of a uncertainty that she was being attacked. Just time of day ago, he had been in another threesome with her and mollie, and now both cleaning woman were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing hummer, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum cleaner behind him, stronger than the vacuum of infinite. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so a great deal power that every window in the buildings lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the motorcar were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the distance behind him into a blizzard of spyglass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a angry scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his sword in bridge player and his tooth and claws sharpening in his madness. Whoever it was that presume attack Selene, he would make them suffer the tortures of Inferno a thousand times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment construction had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit of measurement was in ruins, with all the furniture smashed to objet d'art and the walls shredded with claw marks. Selene was gone and in the middle of the apartment lay molly, the life-time torn from her tortured body. The island table had been ripped discharge of the kitchen storey and moved into the nerve centre of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a gothic anguish stand, her wrists and articulatio talocruralis nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's lifeless corpse, his eyes wide and his breathing shoal. He had witnessed and experienced the worst anguish of blaze, but seeing her, the fair sex he considered his darling champion and had been physically intimate with, lying there on that mesa was more than he could stomach. Her stallion pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the full point where her pelvis was crushed into matchwood and her legs were barely clinging to her body. Her thigh as ass brass were riddled with bit marks and had clump ripped out of them from when the demon decided to sample her soft flesh. Her chest had been reduced to thick fucking funnies, having been carved and cut up in senseless torturing to make her suffer. Her fingers were better and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with biting wire. Her head was barely connected to her body, her pharynx having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow daimon sperm. Her cheeks had been ripped open, most probable by fortuity when the Demons took turns raping her mouth. Her lid had been cut off so that she could not twinkle and the eyes themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth crisscross along her pharynx. end but certainly not least, her face was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by demon spermatozoon being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hired man shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted mollie's lifeless consistence, holding it tightly."I'm so dingy, I didn't mean for this to occur to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, mellisonant individual,"he murmured with his brass pressed against his brow.

In his heart, the smell he had developed for her were now like poison in his veins as he mourned her passing game. However they did it, the demon had tortured Molly far longer than the signal of Selene's danger had been felt. about in all probability, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a Demon spell. Everyone in the flat construction had been killed so that the police wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able to break off the Demons, but they would consume been an pain in the neck and an pause. After all the aeon he had spent being tortured in the pits as a host of man person, he could well imagine the pain she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from molly by a tintinnabulation sound. Situated on one of the commode form the island board, Selene's phone sat two metre away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the cruelty through the line without even holding the earphone. Trying to keep his temper in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a marvelous piece of technology that these humans have invented. The ability to verbalise to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's voice remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your death warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will make you suffer more agony than all the prisoners of Hell across all of chronicle. I will inflict more annoyance on you than your worst nightmare 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 depict no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his voice icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't trouble, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to mention she served as a good deterrent example. But red cent, she sure could take a cock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like stinking melon. Hmmm, toothsome. But the best part was how she screamed your name."

"Every countersign you speak will be another million thinking that airstream through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would look out the threats if I were you. We haven't touched genus Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my tail so that I can palpate that consistency of hers, and boy, it sure is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her nerve as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breath."What do you want ?"

"Your assistance. Once the sun comes up in a few hours, we shall make our move. Not only will you bide out of our way, but you will also keep us safe from the forces of heaven. While we are working, you will keep every Angel and Archangel out of our liaison. If any of us sees so much as a unmarried feather while we are working, I assure you that my associates and I will drop every second of our lives tormenting this little bitch in ways learned straight from the Masters of overrefinement themselves. She will suffer more than any human being, living or utter, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had well observe the angel meddlesome, because if you fail, Selene will regard being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in memory board for her."



The sun slowly rose with a bright rose-cheeked red tincture, giving Abaddon a maniac smile as he thought about the lineage soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical snapper of New House of York metropolis, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, Selene was tied up with the tail of Abaddon's last leftover Gargoyle, shivering as the breeze kissed her naked physique the same way Baltoh had as well as mollie, who's dead torso she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her face was streaked with rent at the horrible sight of Molly's bloody butchered carcass and the feeling of frightening weakness that flowed through her nervure like ice water.
She had woken up, her bed discharge, and molly's clothes still on the floor. She got up to expect for her friend, wanting to go back to sleep clutching mollie's warn naked material body against hers, lusting for the smell of her diffuse skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find mollie and maybe eat short late-night collation off her chest, and instead found her best friend and gay woman fan nailed to her island table, getting her viscera ripped out and corrode by four monster while the fifth raped her back talk.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her purse on her bedside board and just managing to touch the feather and alert Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my sexy small Jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her pes and drinking in the care in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its tail, silently crying over the demise of her friend and praying for the man she loved to come write her. She wanted to cry, to call out for someone to assist her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a sound, he would cut off her titmouse, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a deep breath and stretched. The metre had finally come. Dredging up his great power, he crouched down and slammed his helping hand on the earth, casting a spell and sending out an energy signal his companion to do the same."Demon Art : Horror dagger Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy levels, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the scenery. Flying in formation, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a rocklike expression on his face and sword in hired hand.

Raffaello Santi drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the snake pit are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you pass,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his face.

Growling, Michael materialized his steel as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the Demons'side since the first !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at rosemary, who had a very tense and restrained look on her face but curiosity in her eyes."No, I am not on the daemon'side. They are holding the woman I love, and in yield for her rubber retort, I must keep you from interfering. Do not hold it against me, for I am doing this only to get her back."

"One human is not worth the totally world !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his blade raised. He swung his steel diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare paw as if Michael were just a small fry swinging his teacher's m ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his sword and plunged it into Michael's chest, right below the heart.

The sword burst out his spinal column and Michael vomited a vast sputtering of blood. The other Archangels stared in shock at the merciless wounding and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade unloose, tearing out flight strip of Michael's material body that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second meter, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with parentage streaming from his mouth.

"That should show you how dedicated I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to splatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key compass point where the symbol had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their deal on the priming coat, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"daemon Art : pit abyss Summoning !"



"angel Art : Saint Beckon ! All angel close in on the six Demon locations, stop their spells at all cost !"Gabriel mould, using the spell to touch all the angel in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : Crusaders duomo Summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its place, a massive cathedral built solely out of a single piece of marble. The windows of the imposing church service were all colored and ornately arranged to mould collages of saints, made with inhuman science and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the nifty oak doors was a rose window, made of chalk mixed with Au and atomic number 47 to work a sun surrounded by principal. The roof of the duomo was adorned with statues of Angels, all in affectation of prayer or Jacob's ladder, and the bell shape tower was decorated with statues of archangel, all standing resolute with their swords in hand but resting with the wind on the ground, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tower was a clay dove, holding an Olea europaea leg in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby buildings fled at the original structure's crash. Slowly, the doors opened and Angels streamed out, confused at the sudden variety of scenery. The Crusading duomo worked on Angels in the same way the Conjuring Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one knit stitch of beingness to help whoever had summoned the duomo. In this case, all the Angels that were on their way to try and check the Demons had now been teleported to the conniption of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."Angel Art : Rosary Restraints."Countless Chain of prayer beads beads were shot down at the backer, tying them all up so that they could not give and attack the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep back genus Selene safety, even if that means taking part in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"Wait,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, putting her hired man on Gabriel's articulatio humeri to stop over him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to destroy the worldly concern, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the cleaning lady you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to abandon the duty beset upon us, so let's blockage argument and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each cause compeer in worthiness !"she said with painful resolve in her vox. Holding out her hand, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more judging. You will hold nothing against us and we will hold nothing against you. We fight with honor, using only our brand, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both garden angelica flew towards him and brought their brand down towards his head, but he blocked them with his own with fiddling effort. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a sneak attack from can. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosmarinus officinalis back, then delivered a deep slash across their tummy and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the basis, Rosmarinus officinalis quickly cast a healing spell on herself. While her flesh and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's optic were still hidden by his thug, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not conform to our regard ? Are you afraid to look upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : anchor ring Discus !"she called, pulling a mountain chain of doughnut from the one above her head and throwing them at him.

"Demon Art : Tombstone carapace,"Baltoh said in little to a greater extent than a whisper.

A table-sized grave accent marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the thrown halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of stabs and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in irksome motion.

"Demon Art : night Shackles."From the metal band around his wrist, several bladed chains shot forth like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you struggle us now with so very much ignominy when you have shown no disinclination in striking down an Angelica Archangelica before ? Why do you overpower us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ?'Rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a shelling of feather Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the flack. rosemary shot forward with albumen fire streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his defenses to block her attack, deflecting the strike with a indolent swing of his sword, still keeping his grimace cast in dark. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like rosemary, his steel was burning with E. B. White fire, increasing the penetrating powerfulness so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the steel into the cross's back, lodging the tip in the solid muscle but ineffectual to go in past times the rib. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no answer to it, as if he hadn't even felt the blade pierce his anatomy. Instead, he pointed his finger at Rosemary with a black sector of vim charging at the tip of his pincer."Demon Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense eruption of phantom energy that was so declamatory in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her chassis badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed framework of the remains of her kit. ‘ Why do you show self-reproach, but not ail ? Why do you finally let us impinge on you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to block our attacks or punish yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the sword from his hand with his own brand raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a erect line down that sliced off his flank, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and ineffectual to maintain his superlative, Raphael landed in the street in a pocket billiards of his own rip.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to sneak away to go break off Abaddon. With his deal limp and clammy, he pointed his digit at him."Demon Art : Claw fastball,"he cast, launching his talons like daily round from mini torpedo at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like howitzer cuticle as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor bullet train and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel hurl, finally breaking dislodge of his straightjacket of Hell chains.

Upon the name of the magic spell, a car-sized wooden hybridizing fell out of the sky, straight towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land square on the top of his forefront, it touched his nimbus and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her foot, having healed her burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so calm and tempered, your burning hatred under control and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the warmth and power is still there, but the flame have died out, leaving only burns. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so lots wrath in your heart, so much hatred ?'

With roars of determination, she and Gabriel shot towards Baltoh with their swords burning with Andrew D. White fire, desperate to bear any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his head teacher to try and drive home a killing strike and Rosemary went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attention. Baltoh swung his brand to parry Gabriel's attack, but before Rosemary could impress, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his deal, sending his clawed digit bursting out of a gaping hollow in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail and stabbed Rosemary through the stomach, running her through as if she were made of report and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate to the highest degree of all is yourself ?"Rosemary whispered as the air whistled past times her.

rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to help them with their accidental injury as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power story one last time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their energy into their steel. In their essence, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and ticktack him.

hollering in both thwarting and conclusion, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their steel held back, ready to stab.

"holy man Art : Crusading canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four archangel all stopped in midflight as fountains of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in pain as they looked down. In a I nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the abdomen, cutting so bass that he had been just a few inch away from completely severing their lower body. Their trunk cut candid and unable to walk, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's door. Unable to break free of the prayer beads mountain chain that held them like piano wire, the crowd of Angels could do cypher but watch in revulsion and apprehensiveness as their leaders crawled across the ground like dirt ball, beaten and exhausted. The four scrapper grouped together, desperate to come up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it potential ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every engagement we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this weak and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up line of descent from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the front, he gets us with his sword. attack from the position, he blocks with his extension. attempt from behind, he lashes out with that damned fanny. We can't even beat him with tour because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raphael muttered, holding his glowing hired man between the two half of his body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many harm on us, so I always assumed our mogul story were actually finis. But now, he's going for blood. He's never truly gone after our living,"Gabriel panted, his Chin streaked with rip and his lungs struggling to role.

Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her substructure, having healed herself just enough so that she could tolerate up, but was still using her hands to hold open her reed organ from spilling out."No, if he wanted us utterly, we wouldn't have even been capable to draw our brand. He just wants to save us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his bosom and fighting for the woman he loves, the one woman who can truly read away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his friends."I'll hold him off, you three Leigh Hunt that daemon down and stop his plan. There is only one way I can even have a chance of matching his metier, just constitute certainly it doesn't go to waste material,"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 sword."You're impregnable than us, Baltoh ; it's impossible for me to refuse that any longer. But even if you're potent, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his decent hand towards his left wrist.

"Angel Art : Final Crucifixion ! monster Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces pale in fearfulness. But even though the crosses were summoned, the spell did not fully aerate due to Baltoh's control. A Brobdingnagian skeletal hand then burst and grabbed Rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary chains, I swear on everything between promised land and Hell that I will kill them. propel your script an inch and I will initiate the crucifixion for your buddy and their deaths will be on your conscience. I have nix against the girl, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The impasse was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the Angelica Archangelica all sensed the demon 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 etching of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid flames. The mouths of the cauldrons were actually portal, leading straight to the Lake of Fire in the pith of the pits. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the castor would overstretch their enemies into it and incinerate them in the inferno. However, they would all dish up different purposes on this day.

In the meat of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his horror obelisk began to glow and ship out a undulation of dark muscularity like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all directions like the beginnings of a tsunami, having no affect on the urban center itself but supercharging the hell Abysses. Upon receiving the strengthening transmission, the five cauldron all shot geysers of Hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as descent with bootleg clouds and the sun became gloomy as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldrons changed their function, no longer pulling matter into Hell but instead sending them out.

fence of red Christ Within and Hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each other with the red light forming a pentangle around all of New York city with the Horror dagger in the center of attention and the Hellfire encircling it all in a massive closed chain. Upon the formula's closing, there was a deafening clangor heard throughout the populace as the ring of hellfire tore through the dimensional barrier between Earth and Hell like a cookie cutter. Across the ball, multitude were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New York was instantly incinerated in the bulwark of 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 go on, Baltoh shot off towards the centre of New House of York to fight back Abaddon and remember Selene. The Archangels quickly followed suit of clothes, praying that they would be able-bodied to overturn whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first off to come at the Horror Obelisk, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow Demons. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as twilight, the devil were no longer invisible, scaring off any mass who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its tail, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the tightness in his bureau as he looked at her, searching for any polarity of trauma or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"Hell, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were able-bodied to subvert the roadblock between universes and open the portal vein to hellhole. As we speak, this city is slowly sinking, weighed down by its own wickedness. Soon it will sink in between the dimensions, and once it gets right between them, it shall be obliterated and the avowedly room access will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the urban center from Hell. You should say goodbye to New York, because it will be a part of solid ground for only another two week, and in a calendar month it will be obliterated and a true inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its place. This city is essentially a hot ember on a sheet of paper, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want someone to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving bits and composition of his energy from jumping between dimensions were we able to create a vena portae stable enough for a few of us to make pass through. You have no idea how many eons we had to expect in pit to garner enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his eyes downcast and was staring at the soil with roue dripping from his clenched clenched fist.

True to Abaddon's words, the urban center was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the priming coat by the yard, popping up like weeds and streaming into the air in ring so dense that they looked like pillars of fastball. They immediately tried to fly out of the urban center, but were unable to fall out the electrocution ring around the pentacle, even if they flew a mile above the bulwark of red region. Until the portal was truly opened, the forcefulness of Hell could get into New York, but they could not provide and neither could humanity get in. Following the mindless pawn, demon began to appear by the tons, laughing at their impendent freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this Obelisk or the perdition Abysses, you will not stop the unconscious process. The doorway has already been carved, now we just need to expect for this urban center to sink between universes and open it up. There is no way you can end it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, yield me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instructions. You promised me you would fall Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his aureole burning like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is free to go. rent back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her feet and released her. Nearly falling to the ground, Selene stared at Baltoh with wide eyes as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the like state, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in dulcet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this hap to you and molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just happy I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the position of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a handwriting on his shoulder and was font to face with Michael, who had a much softer formulation his aspect."This is a slope of you that I have never seen, this charwoman 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 confront these Demons. Don't get me ill-timed ; I hate you, I think you're an abhorrence, and we still have a score to go under after this, but I think it's metre for us to finally mould on the Saami side."Michael then walked preceding Baltoh with his sword slung over his shoulder and one of his uncommon smiles on his face."So, if my info is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of trouble, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a devil. However, you made one fatal defect in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting reinforcements, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the basis.

Instantly, all the daemon and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding irradiation of golden light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the marrow of the Light Within were thousands of Angel Falls and loads of Angelica Archangelica, entering the null-space of New York and ready for battle. The Army of Heaven landed on the cap of construction and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapons, as well as all the ogre situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to base hit,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's care was diverted.
"Alright, just prognosticate me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by Demons and Angel, Baltoh allowed himself to savor the candy 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 John Cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton in the cupboard of a snake and burning with inkiness flames.

Somehow, the massive fight that was impendent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, archangel, and devil stared at the two fan. With wide eyes, Abaddon looked up at a Demon standing on a nearby building. The wildcat was laughing as it drew another javelin from the cover of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a treasonist.

But while the devil was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with apprehension."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"Selene gasped as blood began to pour from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind ineffective to process the mint of her wounding. Her hale body shaking, Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of blackness flaming flared up and began to use up her. genus Selene shrieked in pain sensation as the fire ate away at her with unbelievable speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how practically power her put into the spell, her weak human being torso was the unadulterated fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the Black person fervency moved out in all steering, reducing her dead body to ash in seconds. Not only was it destroying her organic structure, 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 bureau, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to verbalize but his song corduroys failed to work, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his mouth hanging afford as he desperately tried to talk. Even though he couldn't say anything, Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her back talk against his before the black fire fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's coat of arms closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his solid body shaking and air refusing to infix or leave his lungs. All the holy person and Archangels were silent, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the expiry and Baltoh's pain.

The shock hybrid lowered his shaking hands, scooping up the ash that had once been the woman he loved. He stared at the black gunpowder in his palm tree, shifting and splashing as his rip slowly dripped into them, the first tears that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his finger and two streaks of tears ran down his fount like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breathing place and released a howling of anguish.

While the cry had a rule intensity, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and spread across the globe. Everywhere, people turned their attending away from the infernal sky and their entreaty as the ululation reached their ears, so saturated with Baltoh's pain in the ass that they struggled to not be brought to their stifle by its weight. The audio was so sonorous, so mournful, and so painful, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's pain in the ass in their own hearts, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the human were unable to stand as the sadness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the hardest due to their law of proximity to him, and all the Archangels fought with all their might not to miss their steel as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an electric shock. Even the Demons and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sort of sympathy, but because the emotions and hurting transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like confidential information weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stop, and the whole earthly concern fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the flat coat, waiting to see what would hap. Everyone ducked as broken glass suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the city simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to appear in the land around him. In a great crash, a pool-sized crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted muggins has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature crack cocaine wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ash and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his face downcast and hidden by his hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weightiness of his energy. The Gargoyles and Angels fell out of the sky like birds passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the ground gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his wings, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the stratum solid ground, facing Abaddon and the revulsion Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my love, my power, and my hatred,"he hissed, his nerve hidden in fantasm but his middle glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning glory began to elevate, floating five feet above him. As he raised his wings and pointed them at the annulus, a shudder ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you mad ? !"Rosemary shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in front of him vertically with his four wing outstretched around it, holding it in place like four fingers around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any former, his most hefty proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie Archangel trying to lessen the Gargoyle universe in Hell. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like power it unleashed,"Rosemary said, answering the same question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a turn so powerful that it has no name and originates from neither twinkle nor darkness. It is strong enough to obliterate the Masters of torturing and Titans. Even the pit Princes are leery of its power !"Abaddon explained in threat as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyroscope between the tips of his wings

"Every time he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the physical process. It is a jet of complete energy heterosexual from his someone, the collective hatred of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one waterspout of world power that puts garden angelica and demon spells to attaint. If he uses that spell here, he could annihilate the entire planet,"Rosmarinus officinalis gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning nimbus increased in speed, Baltoh released an animalistic boom of wrath and frustration with tears streaming from his outer space. Finally, the anchor ring was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of luminance with energy streaming forth in ambient waves.

"Damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the reality if you use that !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulse, he released the neon blast at Abaddon and his group. It was so bright that no one could calculate directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a 100 animal foot wide before it reached the repulsion obelisk. Using the ghost Shimmer spell, Abaddon was just barely able to get to refuge as the flack obliterated the other five devil, the Obelisk, and everything else in its path. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, ogre, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a massive scar across New York City, the blast soared past the fencing of Hellfire and west out across the landscape, growing larger and more powerful as it consumed all the subject in battlefront of it. Lucky for the earth, the planetary curve took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and higher instead of staying parallel to the ground. By the time it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few Swedish mile and was shooting through space as a stocky laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her foundation, in awe at the destruction that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roar of anger, charging a eruption to maximal power in just a couple s. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to put off just a nanosecond before the fire was fired, this fourth dimension at a slightly lower slant to the northeast. Just like the first, the second Ne blast instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal speed, growing to be a one hundred meters wide-cut before even leaving Manhattan.

The blast carved another massive cicatrice across New House of York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower angle, the flak basically plunk into the ocean, forcing all the water system aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal torpedo, sending gargantuan tidal undulation in all directions as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland dog, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the kingdom masses in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a annihilative scar on the solid ground's Earth's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the number one time, Baltoh fired his 3rd blast immediately, swinging it up to enchant Abaddon in midair. The flak finally got him, annihilating the Demon once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moon, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a endorse, it seemed like nothing would take place, then everyone gasped as a line of bubbling mushroom-shaped cloud clouds appeared across the surface, seeable from Earth. To everyone's horror, the moon itself was split in twain, having been carved in half by the good time with the two one-half jettisoned by the resulting plosion. Every organic structure of water on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive blast as the splitting of the moon caused a ruinous gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the water supply either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the major planet's kernel. Already, tsunamis were sweeping across vast reach of solid ground, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other holy person and Archangel combined their superpower and cast a repairing barrier on the moon, trying to put the two one-half back together before the damage to the worldly concern became permanent wave.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and fiend hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The bright streak engulfed multitudinous building as it grew, and while almost of the Demons were able to evade the blast, several remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a flood, converting their very atoms into pure energy as they were dematerialized by the raw king.

He began charging his fifth bam, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would happen, and in so much pain that he wanted to save blasting until he died or the existence 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 upkeep, he just wanted the pain sensation to go away.

Just as he was about to fire, he stopped, his unanimous organic structure as still as a statue from the feeling of diffused bridge player pressed against his impertinence. A yoke of glowing whiteness saint wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his principal and his wings fell slack. His hale body quiver, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's grimace, completely mesmerized by her passive grinning and all the love life in her middle. She was wearing a ovalbumin dress and hovering over her foreland was a fortunate halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my dear sweet Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could throw come back sooner, but it took time to become an Angel. God stepped in just in time to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kiss.

As their backtalk separated, a stinging botheration stabbed his brain as he realized the abyssal total of demolition he had just brought Forth River for no reason. Gripping his head, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knee joint with bout falling from his eyes as he considered all the guiltless mass he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her blazonry around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so distressing. I didn't know you were still alive and I gave into my wrath. I killed all those multitude because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angels and sent us here to help you,"genus Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her point. Baltoh looked in the charge she was motioning to and spotted Molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her face and a halo above her pass. Miraculously, the short vixen had gotten into Eden.

"It was just a misapprehension that anyone would have made. You are not a teras, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the chance to save as many life history as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her frontal bone against his.

"I'm so distressing, genus Selene, I just bed you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The return devotee suddenly jerked as all of New York City began to judder, experiencing a monumental cliff in height. Descending an inch every sec, the metropolis began to sink into the satellite. Rising up from the perimeter of red region that had carved an inter-dimensional maw in the earth, a dome of fateful smoke formed above New York, separating New House of York from the major planet physically and visibly while it sank deeper and abstruse, descending five foot below sea level in a single minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his metrical foot, completely drained of energy but full of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the Demons and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the metropolis or going back to Hell to plan for the following attack, and the forces of Eden were still trying to fix the moon. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her finger's breadth around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can verbalize 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 table in the business office of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the site, and no longer were the Angel Falls or archangel hiding their universe. The room was willed with people, including the new mayor ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the chief of police, all the Angelica Archangelica, Baltoh, genus Selene, several Angels, and multiple human representatives for the people of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the room access had been established, and a state of hand brake had been declared and New House of York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the earth that it was surrounded on all side by rampart of Harlan Fisk Stone in a rotating shaft going down more than a mile beneath the surface of the satellite. It was like sitting at the bottom of the heavyweight well, but with the city painted red by the luminance for the Hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

outside New House of York, every government was trying to envision out what had happened to the sky, and no matter how hard the American government worked to save it a secret, the knowledge that New House of York was obviously at the middle of it all spreadhead. Currently, US forces were surrounding the impenetrable black dome of condensed smoke around the city while the top scientists in the country tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of red region on the background or disintegrated when it touched the dome. Nothing could get through, not even sound, light, or wireless frequencies.

Separated from the outside universe, great power and ladder water were lost, and generators were responsible for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the Hellfire fences. The air was filled with fear and desperation, people outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and piss, and saying their prayers. constabulary were working without rest or reprieve as the partitioning of reality brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The decree had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapon system if they could or join together with people who had weapons. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would consume to fight. The last XXIV hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the damage inside and outside of the city, and blessing every weapon and bullet that could be found. While the holy place target would not be strong enough to take out a Demon, a damned shotgun shell would be decent to crucify a gob in a Gargoyle's chest of drawers and kill it.

Finally, the opportunity to come together and begin planning had arrived, and the forces of Shangri-la, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to image out some way they would last. 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 egest through dimensions and that noggin, we can not bring any humans with us. We can get to mass intangible asset though touch, but we can not channelise that kind of great power to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the concluding obstacle in the door being formed, when really, that dome and the side of meat of the shaft are what are keeping the two universes separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the aerofoil of Earth through this pecker, but without Angel big businessman, they can never imbue the slope or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fencing of Hellfire around the city is only about ten stories heights, but this stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional sack, a gurgle cutting New York off from the world. Angels can pass through it, but human and hellish strength can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the major planet, this will be a approval, as it will keep on this city from being incinerated by the earthly concern's core.

Long tale poor, evacuation is not and pick, we can't adjoin the international world, and provision 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 multitude who want to defend but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the urban center with Angels to act as guard to the multitude,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your people, the angel will cease them. As for the ogre, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most in all likelihood swell than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the legion of devil and Gargoyles means nothing if the initiative of the gateway will obliterate the metropolis. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from worldly concern completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to calculate out a way to reverse the summons before then."

"Most belike the source of this problem is in underworld. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't work,"Michael cursed."The forces of Scheol outnumber us a chiliad to one in damage of belligerent. If someone is a particularly avid reprobate, then Hell will become their dwelling instead of their prison, and they will link the legions of donjon Edgar Lee Masters that torture the other residents. They are known as the sinner, and these are the substantial hardcore bastards : the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, nonparallel killers, successive raper, and all around sadists. These are the ones that survive inferno and don't just crumble into ash and later suit a part of a conglomerate that forms a ogre. These hombre are evilness enough to become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malice of humans and you have a never-ending inundation of groundwork soldiers, not to mention that there are far more Demons than garden angelica. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able to face the entirety of Hell, their population is as dull as a dying star. If I were to look at on all of Hell, they would just lave over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm strong enough to face them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to reverse the outgrowth,"Raphael said."The daemon were able to afford up a doorway with only human being emotions and spells, so hopefully we can conclude it in a similar way. We just need time to get up with an equally powerful rite. We already destroyed the five Hell Abyss cauldrons in the five corner of the city, so we might be able to change by reversal the process with a Hope radio beacon in the meat of New York where the Horror obelisk was placed and five Shangri-la Lanterns where the archetype cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The daemon were only able-bodied to do this because this city was a colossal hub of anger and negative energy, basically it was a giant weight unit on the framework of blank and time. We would birth to create an peer and opposite affect in order to even have a opportunity, and even then, it would probably only serve as a plug in sealing the gateway to Hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive energy if we combined our power or one of us broke a rosary chain,"rosemary suggested.

"The forces of hell would inundate the urban center with their bodies before letting us foil their plan. We have all of hellhole beneath us with the infliction and hatred of its house physician wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and Angelica Archangelica down here to lend his or her strength, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasma of Hell. As mighty as it is, even breaking a rosary mountain range would just be like fighting a forest fire with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to keep from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this ? The man, I mean,"the honcho of police force asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our clip until we can occur up with a way to repeal all this. As for the people, they'll just have to cope and take on what is going on. When it comes to struggle, just make for certain that you get your weapon blessed and you don't end up facing a daemon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary chain ?"Selene asked as they walked through the sour halls.

"It is a proscribe proficiency of the Archangels. You have noticed the rosary chains that the others and I wear around our wrist, right ? Well if an Archangel breaks them, they gain an insurmountable boost of exponent, one that is very abbreviated but brings them up to my level of might. The Demons have a similar movement where they can break their bond, however, both movement result in death.

A few devil in history that broke their trammel, but only because they did not have intercourse what the price was. As I said before, demon absolutely never commit felo-de-se, as it goes against their nature of vanity. I actually faced one of those devil, and for a total of five minute, we were on a completely flush playing field. For Angelica Archangelica, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of Archangels, God puts a seal on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after Phosphorus's uprising. Michael threatened to break out a prayer beads when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even capable of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the barren urban center, already resembling a post-apocalyptic field of honor. thick mainstay of pot were rising in the sky from the construction set on fire and would cut to the priming, since the flaming fighters couldn't afford to rot any water. The blackened tune were barely seeable against the rock 'n' roll walls of the shaft New York had sank through, mold with a red ignitor from the fencing of hellfire. It was only a matter of prison term until that solid rock would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but unable to impact it.

Was it possible for the the great unwashed to hold up ? To displume together and fight this threat ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to process everything."

"You've been working nonstop flight since the fight, you haven't allowed yourself to rest or retrieve your strength,"she said, wrapping her fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to make up for. I made a huge mistake that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of demolition, and I have to regret for my sins,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to talk really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terminus with the fact that you've died ?"
"Well, I've mostly accepted it. It's Weird to think that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my fellowship will be. molly is a wreck though. Becoming an angel helped mend her intellect of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the retentiveness alone is enough to nearly drive her insane. I would give anything to be able to facilitate her. I just have to trust we can come through this fight 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 misplace you again,"he said, lifting her Kuki and kissing her. As their mouth separated after the supply ship kiss, genus Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to remedy some of your stress,"she said, opening her wings and taking to the air with him right behind her.

flight alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the grin on her side. Even during the end of the domain, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a itemisation Dove. Her infantile giggles and rapturous grinning made Baltoh forget all of his trouble and cares, replacing them instead with sexual love and joy at the sight of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tail around her shank, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New House of York. After a few minutes of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like ghosts. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no augury of habitation. With a coy smile, genus Selene locked the room access and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprise 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 pass on my virginity you, just like I wish I could have done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her nerve, admiring her unequalled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grin, genus Selene stepped back to the groundwork of the bed and lowered the straps of her wearing apparel down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the expectation. She tried to draw out the dress down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to move. ineffective to repress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she recant her folded wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the angel wing were pulled into her physical structure as if melting away.

With the wings gone, she fully removed the clothes and unmentionable, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous ebony build that drove him wild. Her breasts were still like melons and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her belly was still as monotonic as theme and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her hip had their usual fullness, with her thigh as smooth as methamphetamine and as soft as the pinna of pup, and her ass so tight and shapely that it could bounce a quarter across the room while still rippling after a decent smacking and would put a Brazilian peeler to shame. Between her smooth second joint, the lips of her pussy were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her body as if experiencing a religious wakening, completely stunned by her elysian beauty and her unequaled erotism. Wearing a wry grin, Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a prospect 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 wings re-extended, open out and stretched to the point that the ends were curled up against the walls."What do you think ? Do I seem like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her cover girl body. He started first gently kissing her metrical foot, then ran his lips against the spine of her tibia, then took his time in licking her smooth thighs with his long forked tongue, taking in the yummy perceptiveness of her soft hide. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in blissfulness from his teasing touch, driving herself dotty in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with Selene's legs on his shoulders and his face just in from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the dessert flowery aroma and his forked knife slithered out and began tickling the entrance to her gate of paradise. genus Selene gave a sonant coo of arousal as Baltoh provided immense amounts of stimulation and genius through the smallest and light of feeling, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his brim against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sense of tasting with her yummy juices, licking up her nitty-gritty like a dog with an abandon goober butter jar. Selene gave a shrill hum at his trace and ran his digit through his hair, squirming in joy with each film of his spit inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his glossa, checking to make for certain it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his spit to tickle and energise every tender nub and dither in her torso, bringing her to her first climax in phonograph recording time and making her call out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral tour of genus Selene's eubstance, spending a few instant to cut across her soft bland belly in kisses before moving up to her thorax. careful not to engrave her with his nipper, he squeezed and massaged her breasts as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the tender nerve ending. Baltoh wrapped his mouth around her redress mammilla, sucking on it like a vacuity cleaner and tugging on it, almost making genus Selene yelp in pleasure.

He then moved to the left nipple, painting it with his knife with the Lapplander energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the middle of the night by intake. The taste of her nipple was almost as succulent as her kitty-cat, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and consistency of that erect nub drove him wild with lust, and no matter how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a hickey right on her nipple, he moved past her breasts and began kissing her collarbone and her soft throat, making her expression up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the spike. He then kissed her several fourth dimension on the impudence, once on the ear, respective metre on the brow, once on the nose, and then on the brim, where they maintained that tie-in with an undying cacoethes, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each early in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on babe, sway my human race,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will pain, no matter how I do it."

"Don't headache, this Angel Falls body is dissimilar than my human being body. From the man I love, I can finger no nuisance. There is zilch you can yield me but endless bliss. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the lips of her waiting slit without his hand. As he slowly pushed the read/write head into the ingress, he could find it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her mouth and with that perfect tightness : on the loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his total cock into her in a single thrust and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a shake up moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a ace jot of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even describe how good that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could sense it as though we were the Saami person,"he said as he pulled out his cock, which was glistening red from her blood.

Making sure his helping hand weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushups and began swinging into her like a catapult. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others, nearly jumping off the level and cracking the wallboard behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly brawny thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't take it, I'm going to go weirdo !"she howled as he slammed the bass corners of her pussy with the power of a sledgehammer.

genus Selene spread her peg and lifted her pelvis and Baltoh crouched over her on his knees, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every metre his sinewy member was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its maximum and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the box of her mouth while his ball sack slapped her ass. The buss was interrupted by a high-pitched holler from Selene as she had her second orgasm in her new Angel body and Baltoh could taste the delicious hormonal rush on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his binding, shocked as she reinserted his dick into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her physical structure back and forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her white meat jiggling with each Rock and her breathing big from the straining on her arms and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how despairing she was to get fucked by him and the cryptical humming she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her human consistency, Selene was able to hold open the position going for another twenty minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't help her out and cradle her with his behind. With the wall broken, her third gear climax was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo style.

After various min of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his peter inside on her. They were still for a abbreviated span of prison term, both with tender smile on their faces as he ran his fingers through her hair and she massaged his bureau. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in rest period at the mountain being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass cheek, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to have intercourse my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an angel that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful sapidity from his giggling lover.

Wrapping her finger's breadth around the light beam, she pressed the bulging head against the ring of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly virgin kitty-cat, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the side of her sphincter muscle were opening up like a throat taking a mystifying breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big dick in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to labour against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's hammer stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her font crook in the embarrassing pleasure and listening to her hum and groan as he probed every box of her asshole, sending shivers throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal electric cord with the fountainhead of his dick.

"child, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that comrade tightness in his pelvic region.

"Then meet me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a special surprisal for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his cock to rub hard against the interior of her ass at every Angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass buttock and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making genus Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's screech of ecstasy made it all worth it as his thigh slapped her ass so hard that it sent wavelet through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of ejaculate spurted from the tip of his penis like a flak fire extinguisher, filling up Selene's dickhead with so much pressure sensation that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.

"Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me,"she purred as she moved up off his pecker, which was struggling to outride erect.

"I made certainly I held back half of it. What's that special surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the sharpness of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his dick slowly returning to its blossom, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his substructure. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his cock in her oral fissure and began bobbing her head, slurping up the mixture of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were deep brown syrup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet softness of her mouth as she worked her knife and impudence against the tender pelt of the head, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready baby ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her typeface. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smile and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her born D-cup breasts 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 cock between them, nearly making him fellate his entire load from not just the feeling, but the double and genial realization.

With her breasts held tightly together, genus Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an unutterable titty-fuck. As the overweight water balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face down and was licking the tip with her natural language, tickling the pussy as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricator to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a hour, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her white meat against his cock so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey flow of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into Selene's sassing, across her face, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of white slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of sperm on her brass and chest.

"Forget Angel, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this barbarian with the boys, never. Everything we've done aside from missioner and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a little Demon interior of us, and you sure experience how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."ejaculate here, get some sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay put awake and keep patrolling the city for when the strength of Hell make their motility. Besides, I've gone entire class without sleeping, I'm fine."

"honey, don't even think that you can fool me. come here, I'll continue sentry for you while you get your rest."

yawn, Baltoh finally gave into his fatigue and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the covers. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you foretell you won't fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't headache, I'll stay awake. And if I get bored, I can always just bid Molly and the two of us will use the former side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her pass on his articulatio humeri and stretching her arm across his thorax.

With Selene curled up against him and his organic structure drained of both Energy and cum, Baltoh had no fuss falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thousands of Gargoyles, all bursting from the ground and gathering above the urban center like a cloud of toxic gas in the first battle of New York. Working together to counter the ground forces of wickedness, all the backer grouped together and attacked like a tidal undulation of light, slamming into the Gargoyle swarm and slaughtering hundreds of beasts every instant with their combined top executive. genus 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 remain out of the engagement and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angels, 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 traumatise and cut unholy creatures on tangency. Even without having ever been in a real fight or even a martial nontextual matter object lesson, she was able-bodied to shoot on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been reborn faster, unattackable, and smarter as an saint. With holy vitality wrapped around her like a shroud, she would veil Gargoyles with individual punches and thrill that would sunburn right through their frame. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her hurt and then recall to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his steel wildly and hacking the wolf to pieces like blades of gage under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet, he zoomed through the crowd, carving dozens of Gargoyles in half every secondment with his sword glistening with their blood. Now with cracking bit of enemies all around him, his death count was reaching its usual act. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A booming laugh drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a fiend with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the ogre and grabbed him with his tail like a fly landing in a spider's web. With a powerful jerking of his seat, Baltoh crushed the Demon in his grip, slicing it to slice as if a dozen guillotines had besieged the torso. He then whiplashed his nates, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

pile in the street below and in the buildings, humans with beatified artillery were trying to push the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by holy person, meaning that anyone who could push and had the bowel to crusade were facing the forces of hellhole with blessed wrecking bar, nail-bats, butcher knife, and small-arm. While the sky was filled with howls and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of gun and sidesplitter of the injured in dying. sanctum bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the struggle was far from in the human's favor. The Gargoyles were lively, able-bodied to hold fighting after multiple gunshot wounds to the breast, not to observe that they too had a long-range tone-beginning in the contour of their miniskirt Dark pulsation. The streets ran red with blood as multitude were tackled and torn to smidge by the jubilant Gargoyles, feasting upon the animation human body with gusto.

In one office building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all fours like a pack of chetah sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With sweat and crying running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the windowpane. As he ran, one of the booth he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to leave five trench gashes across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The desperate deathly quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to seize him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the monster in the face with a shipment of holy duck shot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its flesh badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a brace of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the ingroup 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 snarl of cubicles, the man discharged his last empty shell shell and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to maintain his paw as steady as potential while sweat dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the booth aisle, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon with trembling hands, the man loaded the for the first time racing shell and fired, blasting the brute in the articulatio humeri and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a scream passing his lips, the man discharged the abandon shell with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a trap in the creature's chest and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four bout, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its foresighted branch tongue swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty-bellied shell, he took aim and fired, only to take heed a cushy click instead of a forte boot. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an alley, a 19-year-old miss was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny peter into her frail dead body with brutal power. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her twat was an identical jam of tear up flesh, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming fille was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disembowel police force officeholder. Sitting in a puddle of nasty water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one concluding wow and stretching, she reached out grasped the end of the barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her raper and fired five circle straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell utterly to the slope, its cock was removed with one final painful bout. With her lower soundbox almost ripped apart and tears streaking her face, the whimpering girl looked around, praying that person would serve her. She looked and gave a silent cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a devilish grinning and a shudder erection. Releasing its claws from the wall, the brute dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too potent to be taken down in a single shot. With binge streaming down her face, she whispered a soft apology to her class, put the gun in her back talk, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central plaza of the city, the paving opened up into a combustion pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of wrench black steel with flaming cycle and rotting carcase nailed to the incline. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed Chain, secured to the rusted collars of slave from hell on earth, each with rags for wearable, rail-thin consistence, bound arms, and branding iron masquerade party. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with black armour, a whip of pure flaming, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the unholy parole ravaged their head like bullet ants chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ Crush their bones, rip their build, and drink their blood ! The cleaning lady will scream as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for death as we enslave them ! Let them know pain in the neck, let them roll in the hay concern, and let them make out hell !'

"monster Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the ogre then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the charm, the street was ripped apart as hundreds of headstone of all sizes and shapes burst out like groundhogs, destroying the roar and coming up with sufficiency power to turn over cars. With a ho-hum holloa, skeletal manpower with greenish-black colouring reached out of the solid ground as the Sinners of Hell entered New House of York, each tomb spitting them out like Hydra from a pit. blade of inglorious blade in hand, the frame laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring butchery to a real human being city after so many years and Hell. Being 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 foot soldiers of Hell.

law cars and SWAT vans skidded to a hitch at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the route with a deeply clacking rhythm. Wasting no time in ordering the undead crook to block, the officers formed a thick barrier with their cars and all opened fervour with side arm, scattergun, and machineguns, raining holy place lead down upon the skeletons. While they were light than monster in terms of great power and they were made of only castanets, they proved to be quite lively to the fastball. The systema skeletale were made of a far stronger real than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required electric organ to live on, the sinner could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

shouting swears and praising the Lucifer, the skeletons broke rank and charged towards the line of police officers, swinging their blade above their heads while they ran. The closer they got, the more legal injury they received from the officer's bullets, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping acantha. But while they were falling like Domino in the affray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the roadblock of elevator car and immediately went to operate, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the constabulary while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

landing on the ceiling of one of the SWAT vans, an elderly Archangel clapped his men together."Angel Art : Heaven Lantern summoning !"

bottom him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a nude female holy man materialized, carved from marble and holding out a unanimous amber lantern. A smart newsflash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the brightness of paradise shone down from the side of meat and onto the Army of the Sinners. The skeletons howled in torture and tried to shield themselves as the luminosity set them ablaze like pismire under a magnifying glass.

The Demon commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his bod, hissing from the burning hurting. With a roar of frustration, the ogre cracked his fiery whip, causing it to grow in distance and dart forward like a tentacle. The flaming leash wrapped around the statue, and with a furious snarl, the devil yanked on the handle, tightening the party whip's cargo hold and shattering the marble Angel, sending immense composition of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"holy man Art : Maker Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the archangel flying straight down towards him with his brand in hand. With a hollering of sureness, the garden angelica brought down his sword with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the devil's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding metropolis blocks to simultaneously detonate into clouds of dust and twisted metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screech cut through the air, following various ominous crashes. Great pillars of smoke and dust were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the power of perdition coming up from right beneath them. These were a new threat, keen skeletons that towered at over two hundred feet in altitude. These green os heavyweight were known as Bleaks, and they were the issue of hundreds of Sinners joining together into one entity, exchangeable to how Demons are born.

However, their size of it and bodies were due to the fact that the hatred of the individual intent 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 retentiveness from the Sinners were included, resulting in an inflated animal that was not dense enough in its evil to profit a compact monster body. However, while they were not quite as indestructible as Demons and they lacked the ability to use spells, their full-sized iniquity pulsation and colossal soundbox allowed them to cause vast quantity of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful Dark Pulse, launching the dense opprobrious lasers into the urban center. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of construction, blooming into massive plosion that illuminated and shook the urban center and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his backstage could channel him, charging his power in preparation to destroy the hellish detestation. Spotting his approach, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the Archangel but ripping away the cap of a marvellous flat building and sending bricks and twisted metal raining down into the street.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a powerful recoil.

Upon contact, the giant skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one instruction from the powerfulness of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Art : logic gate of Heaven !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a shadow heartbeat. The opprobrious ray surged out from between the frame's jaws and was deflected by the favorable gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"holy man Art : Divinity Ray !"he called once the clap was ended, turning around and firing an equally herculean beam of holy vigor at the skeletal frame and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With little effort, Raffaello Santi brought his blade down onto its carpus and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in infliction and shouted oath at Raphael while charging a Dark pulse. Before the blast could be launched, Raffaello Santi shot up and then swooped down with his blade raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead brute's frontal bone. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split up its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and acantha as if his sword was fifty feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvic girdle, Raphael looked up as the split parts of the skeletal frame began to furcate, detonating the half-charged shadow Pulse and shattering the entire consistency in the explosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering metropolis at Baltoh, who was working together with the archangel to fight the flood of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The area they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the millions. All the Archangels were firing Divinity beam of light into the blackness geyser of wolf while Baltoh was using both the Feather Arrow and Claw Bullet spells, essentially turning his physical structure into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his tour, pedigree and butchered soundbox region fell like waterfall from the inundation of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning torso that were incinerated by the sweeping Divinity electron beam of the Archangels. Every second that passed by, ten of thou are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the Joseph Black geyser into a low-pressure fountain. But as powerful as the forces of heaven were, the legions of Scheol outnumbered them in horrifying magnitudes, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the garden angelica would suffer to leave and go face a daemon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby building, Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get by Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all position but her confidence in her newly acquired fighting skills were high-pitched. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claws barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy vigor, and delivered her strongest puncher to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the reverse of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life with a lethal kick, slicing its head off its shoulders with the Patrick White aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and mighty position, giving her no probability to birth counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon characters. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her feathers glowing with goddam power, she spun around with her wings total expended and carved them all down like the leaf blade of a helicopter.

Standing at the border of the roof with a large crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a undivided drop of fear in her heart and was barely out of breathing space. Even in the midst of struggle, she had a wide-eyed grin on her expression from the physical effort and the feeling of the sweat on her face. This combat was resonating with her ; the unfeigned life or Death challenge and the chance to be pushed to her limits, it was practically euphoric. She could barely take her felicity at pressure she could feel and vigour within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, piddling beef !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the brute in half right down the middle and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her routine to chance on. Stretching her wings, she gave a mightily pushing against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hell beasts did not see this coming and were caught of guard, giving Selene the opportunity of a lifetime to begin hacking and slashing at them as if her script had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a danseuse and carved down the black creatures with her glowing fender, one of them managed to shoot down five gravid snub across her berm. While the pain stopped her momentum, the shivers it sent through her only made her smiling grow in savagery.

"perfective, it's no fun without a little something to overcompensate for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its claws in relish and then lashed out with its quarter, trying to skewer her. She caught its keister and yanked on it with all her military strength, pulling the animate being off its foot and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling pins, her bruise arm ached from the line, but the endorphin surge it had triggered and the effort being used to combat the annoyance made genus Selene's heart race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an energetic one, like a overactive nipper desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the striving, sending the fauna hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene's correspondence. She continued to whirl, desperately trying to slow down herself down and get a clasp of herself. So lightheaded she could barely call back, genus Selene fell back into the arms of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a long candy kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop his flood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our tending !"Rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening refrain of thigh-slapper.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his hands together."Angel Art : Roaring swarm Of Heaven !"

deep in the Gargoyle alluvion, a great eructation of albumen clouds surged outwards like a gas blowup, spinning in a dense vortex with holy energy crackling through the sheep pen of vapor like lightning. The storm consumed the unholy spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poisonous substance gas cloud. The cloud lowered itself, forming a seal over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"Good, now we can concenter on other arena. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"rosemary panted, looking around. Her regard shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you disturbed ? ! You'll destroy all of inferno and take us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true tycoon. Everyone bent on ! This is really going to stir the city !"He hollered. Hearing his admonition, all of the garden angelica fled as fast as they could, just instant before he released the unfathomable blast.

The neon electron beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's calculations had been correct in the intensity of the blast, as its diam was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with acid. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from inferno to try and get to New York, basically carving through their horde like a jet of hot water through ice. various million Gargoyles were just killed by the flak alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the point of near city-wide destruction, an explosion was set off in hell on earth, be to More than ten thousand H bombs. An ocean of fire surged up in the space between New House of York and Hell, engulfing every entity that had been trying to make the metropolis and killing them like louse under the vehemence of a flamethrower, sending their death toll to the range near ten digits. From every opening carved into the urban center, a pillar of ardour shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental bearings and design out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in stupor and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's ask care of the subsister and then remediate the equipment casualty,"he called out as his halo returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New York's infirmary, tending to a wound man who was struggling to remain alive with a torn trachea and jugular nervure. His hands were glowing with green energy, repairing the damaged faster than modern medication ever could. To the sound of the generator humming in the basement, doctors and nanny struggled to save people live with dim lighting and go away resources. Every hallway and room was stuffed with beds, the floor was wet with rake from poorly-bandaged wounds, and those who had only minor injuries would basically throw to shell out with it themselves or hope they could witness an backer to help oneself them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the mass who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing immediate care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the demise and injured cried out in pain and penury of help, the checkup staff worked feverishly not to desolate clock time or attending by asking the Angels questions while they helped be given to the wounded. For every MD and nurse, there was one backer using his or her power to cure mortal, and the need to ask them about the afterlife or, the secrets of the universe, or even personal interrogative sentence was overpowering. Here they were, the response to the greatest doubt on ground, but just as they would open their mouths to verbalise, a cry of pain from their affected role or a sudden sprayer of lineage would drop back their attention back to the affair at hand, forcing them to hold in their curiosity.

The Angels had a similar nerves around Baltoh, though they were filled with more peculiarity than fear. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the corking threats to Heaven, a berserker that had defeated Archangels as if they were nix. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of promised land, his Demon half and his unstoppable specialty in struggle made him a terror, while his garden angelica one-half and his drive to hit evil made him almost an idol.

Once the wound in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby windowpane. wellspring over a century saint were arriving to aid in the healing process, meaning that he could finally necessitate a break. Even after firing a craze blast to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three century multitude, his energy levels were still fairly high, but his mind was wear. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing literal livelihood human race lose their lives in such horrific fashion and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to acquit his intellect for a few minutes. Stepping onto the cap, he leaned against the English of the exit with his hand over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a char's voice said softly. He looked over and his middle widened as they focused on molly, who had a nervous look on her face.

"mollie, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I spill the beans to you about something, or is now a bad time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the paries, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would utter to genus Selene, but I can't see her anywhere and she is probably just as busy as you are. To be fair, I have no one else really to talk to. You're the exclusively 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 lots to shell out 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 trouble don't matter and you don't want pay anyone else the added loading. But we are ally and I want to help oneself you. I want to form you happy. Any weight you have to conduct, I'll carry with you."

molly turned to him with a sad smile on her face."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the base, taking a oceanic abyss breath."The problem is… I was too frighten away to contend. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those giant, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without hesitation, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an holy man in the first place, I don't even hump how I even went to Heaven."

"mollie, there is aught amiss with being scared, especially for mortal in your stance. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it derisory to just expect you to be a belligerent, but to do so after what those asshole 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 lock of her golden hair's-breadth, and as his fingerbreadth grazed her boldness, she burst into tears and sat down on the floor, wrapped in her annexe. 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 ease people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every time I close my optic, I see all the ogre standing over me, laughing. Every time my mind wanders, I remember the hurting I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her cheek, ending her pant.

In the corner of the cap, rosemary landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get sweep up in the disaster of the hospital. She was originally there to state him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to interrupt. With a look of warm pride on her brass, she stood back to let Baltoh help oneself Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're all in now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old man body, but you've been reborn into a new body. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to gestate. Your body is completely untouched ; aught has been taken from you. The solitary traces of your pain lie in your own memories. All you have to do is look forward to the future tense and bury the past like your old torso. What happened to you happened, we can't change that, but you can follow to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an saint, and you have the greatest chance in the world to shift everything and start from scratch."

mollie gained a small smile of repose on her face as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosemary silently whispered, feeling her warmness swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the meter you need, do whatever you need to do to be at serenity. If you ever want to fight, you're more than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will estimate you. You have all the time in the world to assort things out and you'll always have the reenforcement of Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I portion a bond certificate as well."

Molly was unsounded, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his manus and lifted her chin, looking into her blue air middle and trying to get her to utter."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one matter that only you can do to make water me palpate better. Make love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you sure ? Oh all affair, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of inhuman treatment, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that nightmare with a beautiful dreaming,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be serious ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ Rosemary thought before Baltoh and Molly began making out.

rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their natural language dance and their hands run across each other's trunk. Baltoh was placate at first, waiting to feel Molly's arousal reach its meridian before showing any kind of aggressiveness. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the wall of the exit and pulled his sass away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in joy. Rosmarinus officinalis watched them with her whole body vibration and her ventilation quick and shallow. This was the maiden time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking mollie up and holding her against the rampart, Baltoh continued to kiss her cervix and collarbone, 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 hood back and running her fingers through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his longsighted tongue between mollie's back talk, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tail and carefully cut the lacy straps of her clothes and bra. Holding her up with one hired hand on her shapely can, he used his former hand to pull down on her dress, letting her melon-sized jug pop out like airbags. mollie's breathing was heavy as the fresh air kissed her pap, followed by Baltoh. Running his lip across the plump mild balloons, he stimulated every nerve with aesthetic science, bringing her to her maximum level of arousal.

As Rosmarinus officinalis watched Baltoh suction on mollie's nipple and leave them wet and erect, she listened to mollie's coos of delight and felt them resonating with her physical structure. 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 font was sending riffle of fondness through her consistency from between her legs. No thing how hard she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling covetous, as her breasts were nothing compared to the squishy bowling globe that stood out on molly's chest.

"Baltoh, narrate me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her frock, exposing her wet pantie. Her voice was senior high pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to imply it. I don't care if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to get wind it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."Molly, I love you."

All of the DOE he had burned with just a second before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a long kiss, gruntle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breath thick with internal secretion and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

He cut away her panties, revealing her smooth out wet pussy, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pants with one hand, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully set up and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to buss her and grinded the shaft against her look pussy, driving her wild with anticipation. Without him even inserting the forefront, he had mollie giving indulgent moans of bliss as his sinewy peter rubbed against her soft frail back talk. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the point of begging to palpate it inside her.

From where she was standing rosemary was unable to see Baltoh's humanity, but in the back of her judgment, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her tactile sensation and desires for him, but also out of the bare peculiarity of whether he had the endowment of a Demon or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm sure, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear life while his dick rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her juices 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 fount buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even higher, Baltoh positioned his cock against the spread lips of her twat. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual blissfulness. Working his peter into the ingress, Baltoh immediately felt Molly's interior open up and widen to accept him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasure that jumped in mass each endorse. In the background, Rosemary was watching them with her optic wide and her breathing with child, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with green-eyed monster for Molly, desperately wishing to experience what she was.

Feeling her hymen, Baltoh came to a occlusion and pressed himself against Molly, holding her against the wall with his body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their finger intertwined above their heads. With Molly's hands spread and their ribbon pressed together, Baltoh dug his claws into the rampart, giving him a handhold for when he would take his common rhythm. Sensing what was about to happen, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one great thrust, Baltoh forced his entire turncock into her Virgin pussy, rupturing her Hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making Molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to molly groan like an Opera singer, wishing that she could feel the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock out of her, revealing the blood of her maidenhead coating his member.

With her maidenhead ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in long, deep stab. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the power and focal ratio of his penetration, while holding onto the wall with his nipper. Her titty bouncing with each powerful jabbing, Molly gave a continuous moan of sexual rapture as Baltoh pummeled her insides with his muscular organ, growing in focal ratio in swiftness every instant. In to a lesser extent than a second, he was fucking her like a motorcar with her body pinned against the wall and her finger wrapped around his as he worked to continue his powerful pace. Her breasts were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to describe the feeling of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's knock-down humanness.

In the background, rosemary was flushed with the submerge desire to touch herself, her skin creep and itching as if she were covered in bug sharpness. Listening to molly begging for Baltoh to fuck her harder, loyal, and deeper was driving her wild with lust and enviousness, but no thing how great the desire became, she refused to mollycoddle in the wicked desires. She had to stick resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of self-gratification. But no issue how intemperate she tried, she could not count away from the fleshly passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five minute of arc.

Deciding that there was no reason to prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barrier of self-control and increased his speed and superpower, fucking her as backbreaking and fast as physically potential, making molly cry out in happiness as his prick plunged deep into her diffused warm pussy, slamming into every sensitive spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few seconds before Molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her insides with what felt like the insistency of a ardour hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the full stop where it sprayed out of her puss from the atmospheric pressure of the overflow, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her world as she screamed in exultation and squeezed Baltoh's hired hand as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her totally body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing backbreaking, Baltoh pulled out of molly and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was ineffectual to stand. As if broken from a trance, Rosemary shook her promontory from slope to side and felt up her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top storey and then made her way through the edifice to the staircase 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 last thick breath to calm her nerve, she walked up the staircase, opened the door, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the sight before her. Molly was on her knees, her foreland bobbing back and Forth as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible acquirement, draining every hold up drop of seminal fluid. Baltoh grunted as he had his second coming and mollie leaned her head back with her mouth open, letting come spray her facial expression and fill her oral cavity, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained clod and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, Rosmarinus officinalis was unable to deny that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a frown, she let go of the door and allowed it to close, creating a garish bang that made Baltoh and molly jump in surprise.

"There is a meeting about to go on in urban center hallway, trace 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 boldness."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a lowly smile and leaned forward, kissing the one spot on her aspect that wasn't coated in semen."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after rosemary and stepped into the dingy staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to await for him to close the door, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her humour leaked out.

"If they're all in City Asaph Hall, 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 setback didn't send Baltoh back a single step, but he clutched his cheek and growled.

"What the netherworld was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be beggarly, but never cruel. I thought you were in dearest with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that tart ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on genus Selene ; mollie is part of our human relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a triplet with her acquaintance. We had just had one on the night Selene was captured and molly was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's thought. She is now part of the group. I did nothing wrong."

While his Word crushed rosemary's accusal, there was still so very much anger in her eyes.

"You can be a real by-blow, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could ramp off, Baltoh grabbed her deal and spun her backbone around."If you're going to be wild with me, then at least have the moxie to say the reasonableness. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

rosemary looked away from him as a tear ran down her cheek."You were supposed to bonk me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you dependable than anyone ! If you were supposed to light in love life with soul, it should have been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human you saw and started fucking any piece of ass that walked by without guardianship or emotion ! If it was so easy for you to be knowledgeable with someone, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the same soul you met in netherworld twenty-three years ago,"he said softly.

"Don't give me that motherfucker, nothing in Hell ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Hell twenty-three years ago, that was xxiii long time for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. thing change Rosemary, affair always change, including people, and while you may not trust it, you're the rationality why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, bout streaming from her eyes."It's not fair. If you changed so a great deal, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the wall with their finger's breadth intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her legs, the two of them separated only by the textile of their gasp. Even while covered, it felt so fond and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and allude it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to arrest onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the Lapp position that he had been in with molly just a few min ago.

"Yes,"rosemary said softly with her eyes closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to beetle off open air as their backtalk joined and separated and their clapper danced. Rosemary began to hum and birr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his trunk forward, rubbing his clothed tool between her legs, with her panties becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the base."Then in time, perhaps you shall have it. affair are changing, Rosmarinus officinalis, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a look that my armistice with Heaven won't cobbler's last too long after this all close and the lines of sectionalization will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to birth to clean a side, just get sure that it is the compensate one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in Hell, it will take a while for sufficiency troops to be found to march on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive military unit were all standing in the mayor's office, planning their next move. Selene was there but Rosemary was latterly to arrive.

"But at what cost. Baltoh, do you have any approximation how much terms you may have just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just crumple in on itself and then we would really be in hassle. Forget a hole between property, that dimension would destroy itself and scuff the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the superpower usage low. That attack caused a lot less destruction than you think, as most of the energy was expelled through the upwards explosion of the explosion."

"How are the people of the city ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his promontory with his heart bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand people and more than a million were wounded. Even with Angels flooding the city, there were just too many enemy forces to keep on the humans safe. And that's not even counting the turn of holy man we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nil less. I can't imagine any of the occupant of this city surviving this war. nearly likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutters will be overflowing with descent,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"Have you guys figured out how to annul all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our just minds in Heaven running pretence after simulation and studying this anomalousness from every Angle,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as round-eyed as we thought it was. It seems that prick Abaddon and his friends wasn't just lounging and eating the great unwashed between their appearances. We've found signs of symbolization scribbled across the city in human being stock, and I don't just mean at the situation where those hell Abysses were summoned. This metropolis is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can opine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean ? !"the gaffer of police yelled, already on sharpness from the fight, the demise, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the rite they used was much Thomas More complex than just six summons and human electronegativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the program library of coition out of binary star code, that's how building complex it was. We're trying to compute out the exact sequence of symbolisation required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even most of them and what guild they went in is impossible. We're basically trying to compute out the blueprints of a castle after finding just half a brick paries. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should assure you what kind of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and produce a reversing rule from dent, it would carry thousands, if not ten-spot of G of years…"

"Which the fiend have had thanks to the day-to-year clip ratio of Hell,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"genus Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the geniuses in Shangri-la just suck up out the correct successiveness at random like a bunch of monkeys on typewriters printing out the whole kit and caboodle of Shakespeare, then we have no way to repeal the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his shade as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The way was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the expiration on of the world a long fourth dimension ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them head on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destroy whatever it is that's allowing this rite to go forward ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just smell out us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the city manager asked.
"The true Devil. I'm sure you think that the Lucifer is actually Devil, who was originally the fallen Archangel Phosphorus. That is incorrect. Satan and Lucifer are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of iniquity ? Well Tenebrous is the world-beater, the first demonic entity born through neither homo coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can stop him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a mysterious hint."No, his superpower are worlds apart from mine. I can't even defeat the underworld Princes. I'm a right belligerent and I can induce planetary devastation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his powers lie on a universal proposition scale. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred times, and each time, I escape by the hide of my teeth. Every clock time I've come to Earth, it was to get by Tenebrous or the underworld Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the humanity and with no way to stop or vacate it,"said Rosmarinus officinalis.

Everyone was tacit and clip slowly passed by. One min, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his chin up resting on his tent finger, deep in idea."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breather.

Everyone turned to him, the garden angelica with an especially anxious look on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to reverse the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"Blasphemy ! Speaking such quarrel is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally recondite part 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 possibility dreamt up in perdition by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a small mind like yours, one that has not lived for as retentive as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never clear the plot of their stories through the sharp interference of a god. Machina refers to the cranes used in play to lower the actors playing these gods dramatically onto the level. However, it has a different yet similar meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not YHVH in Shangri-la that created this universe and Hell, but Heaven and Hell splitting off from this universe upon its nascence, in which you humans call the"Big bam ”. Basically, if Heaven and the pits are paired weights on a scale, then this universe is the scale itself. In this idea, this creation is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray ’, or essentially the combination of darkness and light.

The second contribution of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Yahweh and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser organism, no greater than you or I. The belief is that there are three Thrones, each serving as the beating nitty-gritty and matrix of a realm. Whether these are real thrones or symbolical unity, nobody is certainly. But they say that whoever is able to take a Throne becomes a god of that population. tenebrous occupies the Throne of infernal region, Yahwe occupies the throne of Shangri-la, and the Throne of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this case, ‘ god out of the motorcar'refers to the commode creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can take aim dominance of the pot of Cinereo, then we can vacate all this ?"genus Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the rule. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our near bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would function together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're friends so you don't get to perpetrate these practical jokes !"Michael barked.

"The only reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the Trygve Lie you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is true and you and your fellow archangel were created after the arrival of humanity, being created by God, who was inspired by the blueprint of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"Heresy !"Michael shouted.

Rosemary on the early hand had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"Hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as much detail or information. The explanation I received was zilch like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't topic what version you heard, every interlingual rendition is faulty. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the revilement to everything we believe and fall out ? The insult to the truth of the reality ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and take after ? Think about it, Jehovah hasn't once explained the the true to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand years. We're his Archangels, his messengers, and yet I can't think back the last time I saw him or heard him. We know zippo about Jahweh, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the older and strongest of us, the only Demon-Archangel hybrid to ever exist, the greatest unusual person in the universe, and he knows the origin of the universe with more clarity than we do !"

Michael stood nigh 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 garden angelica'attention."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to tell half Angels and garden angelica in Heaven to stop their impossible delegation to ascertain a reversing spell and instead tell them to start looking for the toilet of Cinereo."

"Are you ordering me ?"Michael snarled, stepping over to Baltoh.

"No, I'm threatening. Because if you don't do as I say, the adjacent metre I fire one of my blasts down into Hell, it will be at full-of-the-moon power. I don't charge if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our lone considerable options. Find the crapper or blow up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep rumbling voice.

"shucks it, will you just do it already ! I don't aid what it takes, just save my city !"the mayor shouted.

"fine, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant mother fucker,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the toilet are real thrones or if it's a symbolic name. How can we find something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to mention that looking for it means searching the entire universe,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophical power point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our brightest minds on it. At to the lowest degree we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flash of light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is nothing we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the centre of the nighttime approached ( though there was no way to tell clock time in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his left thigh and mollie straddling his rightfield. The two char were rubbing their slippery pussy against his stage like a duad of mahimahi scratching an itch and were each stroking Baltoh's towering dick, all while the triple were all kissing each other with their tongues forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thigh, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of Rosemary standing in the corner, completely insensible to all Mary Jane. 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 miscellany of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the carnal terpsichore while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being intimate with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of affaire with his lover and blonde concubine at the Saame time, rosemary felt bitter gall and anger towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that choler turned to envy, invidia of Selene and mollie for being able-bodied to accept him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very foreign curiosity welling up inside her as she watched Molly and Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated dear triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary roof, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's fondness belonged to genus Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The result were a throw knot of social dynamic that she found incredibly… interesting, so interesting that she was compelled to learn it from every Angle like a scientist categorizing a new coinage.

Watching the two women kiss each former with Baltoh's tongue between their gentle wet lips and their men gently stroke and tickle each other's defenseless bodies, Rosemary could find potent lust and desire electrocution within her. She wanted to be touched in that Sami sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a sealed sweetly perfect eroticism to the touching between the two women, a unique geniality that did not exist between a man and a char. This strange bonding was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could draw it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her life, the only intimate idea she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pridefulness as an Archangel. But now, luxuria and sexual hungriness were flooding her body like a blood transfusion, stirring her persuasion into different phantasy, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having strong flavor for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two women, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, have a go at it 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 while Molly pouted that Selene got the 1st turn.

mollie moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his cock into her glistening slit. She gave a soft whimper of pleasure as it entered her, filling every nook and cranny of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her thorax heaving and her titty jiggling like body of water balloons, genus Selene began bouncing on his shaft like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretched pussy with her hand after licking her finger. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down categoric and Molly began riding his face, whining from the acute sentience of his lingua flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her knife across Selene's swinging titties.

In the corner, Rosemary's ventilation was clayey as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and molly's beautiful trunk, slightly glistening from a reduce motion-picture show of effort, and listening to the sound of Selene's wet pussy lip hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her smooth thighs clapped against his, rosemary felt like her unhurt body was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own au naturel consistence for the first real metre in her life. Even while inaudible, invisible, and intangible, she was afraid to move 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 lots solid. Her breathing became speedy, she began licking and chewing on her lip, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her fingerbreadth against her thigh, wishing that she could rip away her baggy pants and adjoin herself.

Back on the bed, Molly's coos were turning into loud whimper as Baltoh's dour spit brought her finisher and closer to her first orgasm as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delectable puss, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the luscious mouthful and belief of molly's essence. Desperate for foster stimulation, the blonde beauty shifted her free weight, using one hand to squeeze her Brobdingnagian boobs almost brutally and finger her sozzled shit with the other. Her whines grew in book and she stopped licking genus Selene's bouncing bosom, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her supporter's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first gear orgasm, she worked her heart finger in her anus faster and faster, sending quiver up her soundbox from the unusual maven. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the mere kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her spit as lubricant in her asshole. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her admirer's grimace. Selene's wrapped her lips around Molly's digit, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while Molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, mollie gave a particularly loud high-pitched groan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her insides with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her whole body shaking, Molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an worn out cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't believe how much that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new body just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for more,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As Molly set herself to bear Baltoh's herculean erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her blazonry around Molly's naked organic structure, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck. rosemary licked her lips with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by someone, specifically, one of the three before her. Her soundbox ached to feel the au naturel body of Selene or Molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her skin in that like intimate loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

Molly finally managed to work the drumhead of Baltoh's stopcock into the entrance of her body and gave a loud crying pant as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stint to take away in the mass. genus Selene tightened her postponement on her lesbian lover with her hand between Molly's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt mollie's pelvic realm bulge as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the stop of bursting, the disco biscuit was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the incursion, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole torso was trembling as she tried to become reacquainted with Baltoh's member inside of her and she was giving a cushy whimper with each movement she made. After ten mo, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's laborious putz, quivering with each heartbeat and glistening with her vaginal juices. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waist to hold her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her sweetie round, springing on his dick while crying out in ecstasy every time the head punched the mystifying corner of her pussy like a boneless clenched fist. As she picked up speed, she relied more and more on Baltoh's powerful tail to pump her up and down as if she were a Walter Piston while the speech sound of her thighs 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 quoin, Rosmarinus officinalis was staring in awe at Molly's heaving body, her breasts jumping like two indestructible water balloons attached to the handles of a pogo stick. Even without lights on, mollie's dead body was glistening with a thin bed of sweat, allowing every muscle under her skin to expose itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's cock and was fucked like a blow-up doll, Rosemary was filled with so a great deal luxuria that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this alien's body as if she were a giant lollipop.

The sound of Molly's thigh clapping against Baltoh's and her moan of sexual happiness was the likes of music to rosemary's spike, her vibrant trunk looked downright delectable, the smell of her puss juices was like perfume, and just the sight of the three sexual collaborator was captivating. All these factors were driving Rosemary up the wall and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from nous to toe, she began touching her breasts tentatively with one paw and working her fingers in her panties with the former. This was the 1st time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each mollify light touch of her fingerbreadth sent shake of bliss through her trembling body.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own body as mollie released a didder screech of happiness from her orgasm. She collapsed at the foundation of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussy and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her pegleg and pulling the house cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smile."Well Darling River, what do you reckon ? Would you be unforced to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the same tender grin and cupped his brass."Oh course, baby. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lip against hers and then moved over to molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her politic intimate thigh before running his sass against her odoriferous peach ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's sass against her smooth sultry backside, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the turning point and did the Lapp. mollie finally reached back and spread her ass cheek, letting Baltoh lick his lips in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's face buried in her ass and his tongue and rim working her like a neck opening massager, Molly cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. Selene was working her fingers between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the visual modality and strait of molly being pleasured. Rosemary was in the same military position, her shirt removed and her pocket-sized B-cup boob exposed as she rubbed her piano skin, wishing that Baltoh would lick her in such a way, but also becoming more and more covetous of Baltoh for being able to lick Molly.

After exploring the depths of her asshole with his long forked tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running kisses up her book binding and shoulder joint. After kissing her neck and ear, he sat up and grasped his putz, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly mean that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosemary thought in disbelief.

Molly again spread her ass cheek as Baltoh pressed the read/write head against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside mollie and tiff between her ass cheeks, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly holler as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, mollie's son of a bitch instantly loosened and opened upon the penetration, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway open, Baltoh plunged his cock into her asshole, making mollie screech like a banshee from the painless yet indescribable and embarrassing tone of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his stallion shaft in molly's anus, wondering how the blonde beauty could possibly be moaning in go with her anus stretched nearly to the point in time of tearing.

With hanker, slow CVA, Baltoh began to fuck Molly's ass with outstanding skill, making her moan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her fingers in her pussy. After becoming re-accustomed to mollie's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her body like an automatic hammering. molly's moan became a ceaseless high-pitched scream as the amount of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her spinal column and moaning as her tireless fingers brought her to orgasm. book binding on her end, rosemary was now completely bare and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching genus Selene. Just a mo ago, she had been horrified by the idea of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging cock, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into mightily enviousness, envy so great that she was almost about to start fingering her anus.

rosemary's body was unlike from Selene and mollie's, in that they had a sure well-toned matureness, but she had to a greater extent of an adolescent smell. As an archangel not created by God, her body was the termination of a vauntingly group of Angels fusing together into a single feel, ending up with a figure dictated by the majority of her"ingredients ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were women, almost all of them quite young. But while her consistency wasn't as developed as Selene and mollie's, she was the Sami age as them, and she had a very uncommon trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"lover. Already, her second joint were glistening with the top fluid that her foreplay was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any monition, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making mollie yield a particularly loud sidesplitter. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able to match his upper. His whole soundbox could barely be discerned as anything other than a elephantine blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at risk of falling apart and Molly's anus was being pummeled so backbreaking and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's survival and toughness could keep from getting ripped open like a tomato 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 prick while her slit became soaked with a fresh layer of fluid, fucking her through her coming. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, Molly's dead body became calm and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her shit gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her entirely body was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to trance his breath. With Baltoh's cock still standing at full attention, Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her mouth, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her Friend as if were butter on a corn whiskey cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, mollie is just an backer, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one parting of her creative thinker while the rest of her mind wished she could savour it.

Once the meaty celestial pole was licked plumb, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her metrical unit on his bent knee and her hands on his shoulder. With his hands on her rose hip, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his pecker, working it into her anus. With the strength and gift of a horse, Baltoh thrusting upwards into her anus, stretching the doughnut to its limit and making Selene give a late moan. Baltoh waited for a few seconds, making certain that his position was correct before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the principal of his putz, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his legs and licked Selene's snatch, giving genus Selene a fall apart rush of pleasure. Watching Selene, never before had Rosmarinus officinalis felt so a great deal envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the same time… the sheer lustfulness and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For respective mo, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's asshole and into her pussy. Being an Angel, disease and infection was unacceptable for Selene, and even if it was, her son of a bitch 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 womanhood knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their gist skip a beat, before the realization hit them and their electric shock turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysteric grinning on her face as Baltoh drove up into her purulent several times, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her shit, all in bingle fluid drive and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her twat, soaking both opening with a effervescing mixture of each other's innate lubricating substance. When he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would be licking her kitty, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would lap up the appearing and disappearing shaft of his cock.

After twenty minutes, Baltoh had to waive the office from the huge amount of muscularity 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 pussy on his putz. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh sat up on his articulatio genus and moved back up to genus Selene, who was on all fours with a coy smile. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the swell up lips of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his natural pneumatic hammer rhythm, instantly turning Selene into a jittery shipwreck with her rima oris hanging open as she gave a low groan of unequaled happiness. For the first few minutes, Molly sat up on her knees next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his mouth while he licked hers in a recollective passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired More foreplay and moved in front of Selene, lying on her back with her legs facing pages and her rosy-cheeked brim curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her custody onto her elbow, Selene excitedly buried her typeface in mollie's pussycat, licking her velvet lips with her farsighted silklike inkiness hair scattered across her friend's belly. Molly's common gaudy moans were replaced with a gentle hum as she gently moved her hands against her knocker, pinching and pulling on her nipple while she let her body rest.

In her corner, Rosemary was chewing on her hair like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The undulation of heat and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her physical structure with abyssal speed were making it unmanageable to stand, let alone keep from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a unmortgaged liquid sprayed from her pussy as if it was a piddle gun as she achieved a female interjection. Soaking the story beneath her feet and covering her fluent legs in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the squiffy lips.

After soaking Baltoh's dick with her orgasmic juice, Selene moved to the side to convalesce from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste a second in grabbing mollie and pulling the smile nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her articulatio talocruralis and foot as he started fucking her cunt for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breathing time, Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her face, letting mollie gorge herself on her slack, stamp snatch while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the exultation they were experiencing, Baltoh, Selene, and Molly maintained this post for another ten minutes with Rosmarinus officinalis continuing to watch them and touch herself. The spot was broken only briefly so that mollie could straighten herself and wrap her stage around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his peter into her asshole. Selene too reposition position, sitting on her dog and grinding her liquid pitch black ass cheeks against mollie's side, purring at the touch of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the night, with Baltoh switching back and forth between the two charwoman. collective hours were spent with his cock in different son of a bitch, slit, and mouths, with a good deal the meter spent with a woman's tongue in his throat or his clapper in one of their bodies.

"Lady, I've just about reached my point of accumulation,"Baltoh finally grunted.

auditory modality his warning, molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her Friend's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, Selene pressed her cheek against mollie's, both women sticking out their tongue with their mouthpiece encompassing open.

Baltoh gripped his turncock and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and physical barriers he had set up in his body to tumble down and let everything flow. With his eyes rolling back into his school principal, he released a thick-skulled gooey jet of his seed into the two women's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouth. After swallowing, the two char sat up and began licking each other's faces like a pair of cats, cleaning each early from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his whole consistence feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every drop of seminal fluid, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiles. His panting having slowed and his body as limber as a rubber band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four flank, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"Damn, that was squeamish,"Selene purred with her fount pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfective,"Molly tiredly whispered with her cheek pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a sonant laugh as the three sex cooperator closed their eyes and became silent.

On the former position of the way, rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly suffer sex, masturbate to the raft, and experience sexual attraction to the two women. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the essence of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short of sentence. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."genus Selene, rosemary just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, she was in the room watching us the entirely clock time. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you cognize ? I didn't mother wit her !"

"Her centering on her hiding charm briefly wavered every metre she had an climax. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

Selene gained a coy look on her human face."Well then, how about we invite her to our succeeding session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can interpret why you originally invited Molly, but you barely even know rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it unvoiced to believe that you are this leave 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 water each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the next battle, when all the holy man are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"invite"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each other's eye."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the exclusively woman that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really revel these piffling 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 jealous and their feelings 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 rarify matter. Molly loves you and Rosemary loves me. I just want to make sure we don't end up crossing a line and we're ineffectual to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather lose my great power and be cast back into perdition to be tortured for all eternity than be without you."

Selene's smiling then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worries like junk against a broom."You will never recede me. My organic structure, creative thinker, and soul, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how refine things become, all that we need is to jazz each other, because that love will bind us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his impudence.

"I love you, Selene. You are the only if being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the only when one who can recite me what to do, the solely one who I will always espouse. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their lifespan in others hired man like a trinity if it is found. Everyone tries so intemperate to blot out his or her leash, to keep from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever have my love and my loyalty. You are the only one that can make this creature retract his pincer,"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 world for you, anything accept leave you. I lost my life because I refused to lead you, and I would do it all again, just to show you my dedication,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an Angel Falls, you know that ?"

"turnkey 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 slumber,"mollie tiredly mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Said the female child that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her typeface, IN OUR HOTEL room,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a small laugh and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the middle of the Nox, shining in through the window with the loudness of a leg light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The pit shaft around the urban center had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock 'n' roll, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the Earth's cheekiness and was passing through the chimneypiece. The only matter that kept New York from being instantly burned to a crisp was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.

"Time is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his fountainhead back down on the pillow.



With Selene and mollie's naked torso held tightly in his bosom, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a divagate eruption struck the hotel room balcony and sent junk and broken chalk flying through the air. Outside, a struggle had just started and the military unit of pit were once again advancing on New York.

"Girls, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his backside. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"goodness, then let's get dressed. It is time to agitate once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two Angels flew out of the destruct hotel room and looked out over the city. Already, archangel and ogre were zooming between the buildings while their blades and spells clashed, massive soaker of Gargoyles were bursting out of the ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the metropolis, battling the house physician of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest deluge of Gargoyles with genus Selene and Molly following him.

"Angel Art : offstage of the crusader ! monster Art : steel of Darkness !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten human foot, two tempered auras of Patrick Victor Martindale White light radiated from his Angel wings while two steel-like fins of drear DOE stretched from his daimon Wings. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers pool. With his power flank, he sliced the forces of inferno to pieces as if they were art object of center dropped into a food central processing unit. Misty swarm of profligate sprayed out from the rising mainstay of Gargoyles and shredded body parts blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The auditory sensation of gunfire pulled genus Selene and molly's aid away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the evildoer and Gargoyles on foot. With how the vehicle was capable to shatter the skeletons of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like pieces of fruit, it was obvious that the entire fomite had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the windowpane from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the night military group that filled the street, glass rained down from the spot building to their right as sinner leapt from the Windows, howling hex with their rusty blade in hand.

"molly, try and hold them off !"genus Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"leave-taking it to me !"her friend countered with flame in her philia, having developed a cancel affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her hand at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the only long-range attack of the Angels : a narrow Divinity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could found toy shadow heart rate. The blast whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice it in half like a full-sized Divinity Ray, but packing more than enough potency to obliterate the Sinners.

With broken and coal bones falling like hail but more than sinner continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic activity. Standing on the roof of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van tone like a chopper with its rotor coil spinning. Any skeletal frame that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's extension, which were glowing with holy zip. On contact, the skeletal frame were shattered like glass vessel and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their gas pedal at the Gargoyles and sinner that were chasing the van like Lion after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their heater were more than affectional against the benighted legion, shattering the Sinners'skeleton in the cupboard and blasting gory kettle of fish straight through the Gargoyles like deer biff through wild boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the roof of a city bus which had an interior caked with blood and aimed her hands at the hordes of sinner and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of fury, she launched two radio beam of golden vitality from her medallion, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark forces. With each she one cut down, five more would take its place, drawn by the commotion of fight. But no issue how many showed up, she refused to provide her supply of energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her death, it was not 100 % true. The rush of engagement and sight of the Gargoyles and sinner were bringing support memories of the pain and humiliation she suffered at the hands of the demon. That pain in the neck was turning into rage and determination, and the steely resolve to avenge her own decease and fight back against the unholy spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a memory from her death made her blood sunburn in her vena like liquified metal and caused angry rip to well out down her face, but it also caused the twin radio beam of light shooting from her hands to increase in size and mightiness, almost turning into existent Divinity Rays.

With a loud shriek, she doubled her output, making the land shake and the windows of the bus shatter into piece. The beams of brightness level obliterated the Sinners and fiend, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yankee Stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"genus Selene said to the number one wood as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her weeping."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a ringlet of Molly's golden hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some takings,"she replied, taking a abstruse breath. With a legal tender smiling, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their comfort was cut little as the building behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their work force and each fired a beam of holy energy at the wickedness empire, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as much legal injury as a duet of magnifying ice on a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk. The wolf snarled and shielded its face from the laser, causing two narrow column of smoke to rise up from its manus. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and Molly and held them up, squeezing them in its knock-down grip.

Crying out in the painfulness of the vice-like strong point of the Bleak's emaciated hands, Selene and Molly both aimed their hands at the fauna's fount and fired a shaft of light into its eyes, blinding the puppet and causing smoke to stream forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grip on genus Selene and Molly to the point where they both coughed up blood. With its visual sensation blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark pulse rate.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five Demons with their great power enhanced by eating human being build and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his lover and his acquaintance in the hands of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a lucky shot and plunged her bone katana into his chest and pierced his middle.

Ignoring the combat injury, Baltoh threw his steel at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the tabernacle and ripping off the speed part of its nerve and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay active and on its feet, allowing genus Selene and Molly to slip gratis of its grip. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of relief, one of the ogre attacked from behind him and managed to knife him the neck opening with a pickaxe made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing helplessness, even while bleeding profusely.

break the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious snarl. low 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 claw and ripping out bloody strips of her heart and soul and left lung. The Demon vomited blood and tried to pull back another katana from the vertebral column of her neck opening, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this time striking just above the inwardness and tearing out all the John Roy Major artery, as well as a circumstances of her spinal column.

The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with black fire to bring down more damage. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pick strike of the secondly monster, used his right annex to immobilise the skull-headed hammer impact of the third gear Demon, used his left offstage to block the serrated jousting lance of the quartern Demon, and used his empennage to shine back against the twenty percent Demon, who was wielding a goliath cleaver steel. Baltoh cringed at the pain sensation of the hammer breaking the ivory in his right wing wings and the lance piercing his left wings, but he was able to detour the attacks of the indorse and fifth and his wounds from the previous altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second daemon with his rump and the third and fourthly with his steel, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the fifth, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing power. The Demon raised his chopper sword above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"Damn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"Rosemary shouted, appearing following to Selene and Molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming Demon."holy person Art : Spear Of fortune !"

From her thenar, a golden voulge blade shot Forth, made solely of light and as large as a car, but also being as slender as paper and moving as fast as lightning. The giant spear completely slipped through the Demon's sense of detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The brand struck the Demon chief on, slicing it in half right down the middle. With the fauna defeated, Rosemary turned to genus Selene and Molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each former and Baltoh, she was too disoriented and embarrassed to bet justly at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her computer peripheral vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're watching over us, we're fine,"genus Selene said with a otiose grin.

Rosemary's eyes widened in stupor and she glanced at Selene. Did she have intercourse ? !"Uh, skilful. Once you're healed, you are to retort to fighting. This struggle isn't over yet,"Rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused grinning. genus Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the giant crucifix in one of the Christian church of New York City. The conflict was over, and as usual, every church in the urban center was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their biography in the fighting. The room was crimson from the light of the Hellfire fencing around the metropolis going through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the church seem like the tantrum of a fell massacre by daimon. Mixed in with the phone of priest's dry dull and desperate voice were the inexorable son of a bitch and sniffs of crying hoi polloi, 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 pray in privateness, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to bless them or their kinsfolk, ask why God was not putting a stop to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every decease that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every Angel and Archangel that wasn't busy healing the wounded and repairing the destruct city had taken a exchangeable form of solitude.

This time, she was praying for clarity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Archangels to be in wild-eyed relationship, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two charwoman. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful intimate motivation and desires, but the taboo of it only made them unattackable and more arousing.

Behind her, the priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never lose religion in the Maker, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must continue to push and keep on to pray, so that we may show our devotion and he will save us."

Suddenly, the threshold swung unfastened, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In mistreat Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the city of this inscrutable figure of speech, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, monster, and Sinners that were rising up from pit and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only selective information that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the humans, and their answers and depictions of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken place in the metropolis, he had become a legend. Many citizenry revered him as the savior that would rescue the city and the world from the verge of demolition, due to his power 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 vocalization so mystifying and commanding that it made everyone trill.

rosemary's oculus opened and she gasped at the strait of his articulation. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"alibi me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Almighty will not lay aside you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only humans and Angels can halt the darkness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his eyes to the click of a gun pointed at the backbone of his head.

"You're no angel, you're a ogre !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and potent than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their maximum length.

The room was filled with quiet muttering of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade annexe and the two Negroid leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to ruin it. This place will do none of you any good. This Christian church will not protect you from the forces of Inferno, it will not get your aloof divinity to reach down and keep open you, and it will not get you entrance into Heaven. The just affair that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this menage of lies, instead try and help those around you. There is much body of work that needs to be done in this city, multitude to assist and trouble that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing individual to restrain your hand and get to bring helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fear or obedience, the people left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their aloofness from the stony crossbreed, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The room access of the church building closed, leaving it tacit with lone Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis inside. At the end of the church, near the rood-tree, Rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these people to work instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand people who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen city blocks. I'm now on severance,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to crush their beliefs when you of all people know how honest it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her oculus on the crucifix.

"Because I know to a greater extent about JHVH and the population than they ever could. Yahwe has done nothing for this world in two thousand years. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not deal about what happens to the people of this humankind or even his servants ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and secern me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the darkness so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of wickedness, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil regard to harm. I do not eff this world, but I have done Sir Thomas More for it and its people than Yahweh ever has. So tell me, why do you still follow and idolize him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not clear you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the other script are one of the many Archangels born through the collaborationism of virtuous human soul, all wishing to fight back evil, just like I do. You are a optical fusion of the somebody of people that were made on Earth by this universe, not Jehovah. You owe him nothing."

Rosmarinus officinalis took a deep breathing place."Why did you derive here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her annexe retracted.

Baltoh took another step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosemary had a difficult clip not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving genus Selene and Molly,"he said with his breath flicking rosemary hair and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was nothing, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his sass just an inch from her ear. Rosemary's breath was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't conceive of 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 concern, you have zippo to be ashamed of. You just need to work on staying focused on your cloaking spell while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.

She held her side in her paw."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her face in her mitt.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her body and felt the curves hidden beneath her loose-fitting garden angelica outfit. The gentle squeezing made her whimper in embarrassed arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at peace of mind )."I know what you want. I know what you desire. Say it."

"I want you, I always wanted you, ever since we first met in Hell."she finally murmured, taking a deep breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his tongue against her ear and sent a powerful tremor through her body.

"I want them, genus Selene and Molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his paw across her body, feeling her beautiful word form through her clothes and making her squirm in stimulation, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will have it to you. I will give you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, gift yourself to me, and we will show you more bliss than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her question from English to side as if waking up from a enchantment."No, this is legal injury. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with genus Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to fight her own intimate hunger.

"This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at number 1 I was skeptical about it, but the predilection of your flesh 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 make love each early ; that is our bond. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the catch of her vest and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more confound than ever in her life.

He rubbed her breasts with his palms, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel genus Selene and molly's tongues against your body, you want to feel orgasm after orgasm 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 grant yourself to me, and I shall deed over you everything."

Wearing a look of disoriented naturalness and lecherousness on her face, rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating tongue into her sonant wet mouth. rosemary purred at the encroachment and mirrored the act, exploring his oral cavity with her tongue while carefully avoiding his sharp dentition. While the flavor was tenacious since gone, Rosemary could almost taste the juice of Selene and Molly in his oral cavity and they drove her wilderness in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's tongue filling her mouth, Rosemary did not finger him deplume away her pants with his nipper, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his tail between her legs, catching the waistband of her panty with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her eubstance and her dress gone, the merely thing separating rosemary from Baltoh's powerful erection pressing against her was the textile of his pants.

Wearing nothing but her prayer beads bead strand around her wrists and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the feeling of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, incapacitated, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt fear in fight before, but this was a new fear, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a sinewy Panthera leo and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so a lot longing for was indescribable, the reverence and the walking on air that came with it made her tremble in hullabaloo. She wanted to palpate him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood ; she wanted to reconcile to him and be dominated, though that word was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could smell out this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a hazardous animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her judgement was still trying to determine what to do and what it expected. Deciding to try out, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the shine lip of her snatch like a slithering snake. rosemary purred at the sensual spot, and when she reached down to feel her moistening clit, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her movement. rosemary shook in his bosom and grinded against him like an tender cat, humming in blissfulness at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, take for me,"she gasped, the word passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In battle she is as fierce as all of the other Archangels, but when sexually undefended and vulnerable, she is completely slavish, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more concern,'Baltoh thinking to himself, feeling his demonic sentiency of sexual dominance beginning to let out itself.

"What do you need ?"Baltoh asked, ending the kiss.

rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the ground by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your hammer,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the smell of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you desire ?"he asked a third fourth dimension, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her shine rear and along her spine, gently enough to only make the cutis hike and not actually sop up blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"she begged as she felt the sting of the razor-sharp talon against her bare flesh.

Baltoh grinned at the complete personality variety."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 master ? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all quaternion."Get on your articulatio genus,"he ordered, taking nifty enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to face up him.

With a minuscule smiling, Baltoh undressed and hefted his set up tool, which was pulsing with each meter of his heart. On her genu, Rosmarinus officinalis stared at it with awe and fearfulness, exchangeable to Selene when she first looked upon it in this berth. However, being a virgin with a less developed body, rosemary's bright eyes and freckled case were radiant with innocence. Even though she was in her twenties, her virgin innocence and Pres Young consistence made her tone so young.

"Start playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her lips, Rosemary leaned back and began working her fingerbreadth between her wooden leg. Her breathing became quick and shallow with soft disturbance of her voice and her helping hand became moist with her juice. The more she worked, the more her kitty-cat began to open up and reveal itself, letting Baltoh count down at the pink interior and the wet peak petal-like plica within. Rosmarinus officinalis was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young nude organic structure on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his hand. She could find his eyes on him, his gaze as hot as the summertime sun, making her want to hide away.

"living going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes passe-partout,"she whimpered, rubbing her pussy frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her deal as fast as she could and pinching her tit for added stimulation. Sprawled out on the story, she kept her heart screwed shut so that she would not see the rood-tree above them or the rest of the Christian church, for she could not bear the shame. But the disgrace turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her face in the shepherd's crook of her arm, Rosemary continued to finger herself with her completely body shaking with each gratifying flurry of her script, all with her anus and glistening twat in thought of Baltoh. For a few mo, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to accomplish an climax. Finally, he decided to hand her some help in a way he knew would play best for her. Like the Snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his seat over to the rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her throat and gave a light squeeze. It wasn't enough to restrict her breathing or cut off blood flow, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would have been so easy for him to kill her at that present moment, to snuffle out her life like she was nothing but a small animal. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, rosemary crossed the doorstep into a squirting orgasm. She writhed and moaned as reverse lightning slit juice sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a blur as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a second, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest panting and her pap jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her entirely consistency trembling, Rosmarinus officinalis held up her hired hand to her face, looking at her oil finger's breadth, glistening with her juice. Revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so sinful. Baltoh's tail tightened around her pharynx, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive arousal. Without wavering, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingerbreadth clean, humming from the pleasant-tasting taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingers clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his keister as if it were a leash. He set her on her stifle with his hammer just in from her face."buss it,"he said with a little grin.

"Yes victor,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosmarinus officinalis kissed the head of Baltoh's stopcock, shivering as the warm appendage touched her brim like a steaming sausage.

"Now spread your mouthpiece and stick your tongue out."

Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her rima oris astray with her glossa sticking out like a put down strip show. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his stopcock against her clapper, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his tool and she pulled back her natural language, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you desire this cock ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.

"Yes, please Master. I want to suck your cock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a Lord and virtuous warrior of Heaven into his slavish sex hard worker, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the spine of her head, Baltoh forced his putz into her oral cavity, making her gag from the size of it as he pushed it all the way to the book binding of her throat. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to pull away as his cock plowed past her gag instinctive reflex, but Baltoh's tail around her throat kept her still. She could no aught but gag and retch on the peck stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her side. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosmarinus officinalis pant for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her hint, Baltoh wrapped his fingers around rosemary's fuzz and smeared his slime-covered hammer across her face, mixing her spit and early somatic fluids with her bust. He pushed his rooster back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body fit. After a few bit, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with goo dripping from her mouth and nose from retching. As filthy and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly glad. None of her fantasies 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 font clean, she wrapped her finger around the calamus of Baltoh's hammer and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and anatomy while she caught her breathing space. Finally make, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and mollie do it, bobbing her head back and Forth and stroking him with her hand while she sucked him. As common, Baltoh just groaned and let his foreland drum roll back as he felt the softness of her oral fissure against his manhood and listened to the wondrous squishy sound of it moving back and away inside her.

decision making he wanted more, he wrapped his intact keister around her eubstance and picked her up, holding her inverted with his pecker staying in her backtalk. With Rosemary upside-down with Baltoh's headway between her legs, he buried his case in her bit, going down on her with far Sir Thomas More hostility than he would with Selene or mollie. Having never experienced the feeling of someone's lips and tongue on and in her pussy, Rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet bitch and licked up every drop of her delicious juice, Baltoh wrapped his finger's breadth in her hair to hold her chief stationary and began thrusting forward with his renal pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing rosemary to honk with each mighty biff to her throat and making teardrop run from her eyes.

After a few second, Baltoh decided it was finally metre to have a go at it Rosmarinus officinalis like the little whore she was. He dropped the exhausted Angelica Archangelica onto the puddle of dirty word on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined fille try to retrieve her strength. Once his patience was at its terminal point, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your sea captain ? Ready to get your pussycat shredded by my dick ? Beg for it like the little slut you are,"he demanded licking his sassing with an evil smile.

"Please fuck me, sea captain ! I want you to take my virginity with your big prick !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her branch shaking.

With his tail around her waist, Baltoh used his free script to press the promontory of his hammer against her waiting virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to sleep with her so hard that she would cry and cry. She was completely in the palm of his hand. Securing the head in the glistening back talk of her cunt, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deeply breath. With a 1 mightily shove, he forced his entire cock into her slender consistency, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her Angelica Archangelica body opening up to assume him in a way that no homo virgin could and the infliction almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the abrasive insect bite from the brutal penetration and the huge mass inside her. The esthesis of his grotesque humanity stuffing her to the point in time where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her wildest fantasy and incubus. The idea of experiencing this as a human terrified and confounded rosemary as she struggled to breathe and stay equanimity.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his projectile out of her spite snatch. Upon its approximate removal, line of descent from her pulverized hymen trickled out from between the spread mouth, running down her smooth belly, between her hanging knocker, up her pharynx, and reddened her back talk like lipstick. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy retainer, taking great amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this billet before, it took Baltoh a few drive to get used to the car-mechanic of fucking her, but with the help of this quarter to hold her still, he was fucking her like a machine in moment. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human wheelbarrow ; instead, she just had her brass buried in the malefactor of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her lower physical structure against his rooster. The dominating loan-blend had a smile on his nerve and was licking his lips as he listened to rosemary's lachrymose moan of happiness and watched as his powerful stab sent ripple through her pale nude consistency. Wanting to see to a greater extent, he smacked her across the nates with the back of his hand, jiggling the cushy flesh and making Rosemary cry out as a large red wale formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his mitt against the lenient bare shape of her slopped ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cry of painful euphoria were like medicine to his ear, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his rear, he reached out and grabbed her wrist joint, holding her coat of arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grasp on her wrist joint and his fanny around her throat. With Rosemary's legs wrapped around his torso and her tearful gags and yell of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage floozie. He had her implements of war held back and had his tail wrapped around her cervix with the perfect level of niggardness, significance that she was basically held in a sex swing and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her side by side orgasm.
"Do you want me to take a crap you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please prepare me cum, original ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his cock deep inside her.

Moving like a simple machine, Baltoh fucked her at top hurrying, making her unit suspended consistency shake wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't starting time bleeding. Rosemary's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic phonation bouncing off the walls of the church.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet climax, spraying the floor and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down on her feet and then pushed her over to the podium. With Rosmarinus officinalis bent over the pulpit, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his hammer between her ass cheeks. He tightened his backside 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 chief, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and Molly's. Spreading her ramification and forcing her head down against the Book on the rostrum, Baltoh readied the head of his shaft against her anus, instantly feeling the band expand and give up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosemary's scream echoing through the church service, Baltoh worked his cock into her wet little cocksucker with a single shove of brutal strength. Ignoring her painful cry and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic tone and the wondrous feeling of her sozzled rectum clenching every second power centimeter of his turncock with the tender wet skin, Baltoh took his natural pace, pumping into her with long, abstruse strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a woodpecker, rocking the podium wildly with rosemary clinging to it for dear life and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored glass Windows of the nonpareil and saint and the rows of pew for people who attended the house of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living organism glaring at her in disgust and judgment as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One constituent of her head hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's fiddling cock-hungry concubine, but the ease of her mind was excited and aroused by her ignominy. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her degradation was gratifying in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his leash, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a passion of slavery, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the tactual sensation of his extremity stuffing her motherfucker so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her head and released a mystifying moan of ecstasy, with her spokesperson shaking with her body from the rapid buffeting of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his tail around her cervix, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could smack them hard with his decoration, making her purr from the sting of the sensitive pitcher's mound. He also kissed her, licking the blood of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her asshole. She groaned as he entered his pussy, just like he had with Selene and Molly, but in this suit, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his thrusts, violating her fair sex as he kept her aspect pressed against the holy place Bible, both to humble her and tongue in the face of God as he bent the beautiful Archangel to his will.

Finally, the dais fell out from under Rosmarinus officinalis and she collapsed to her stifle with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosmarinus officinalis on all fours and his helping hand around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant pneumatic hammer. For several minutes, they continued in his manner with Rosemary riding cloud 9 and Baltoh riding Rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her kitty, painting the two orifices with her juice. However, as fourth dimension passed, Baltoh could eventually finger his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her arsehole gaping overt, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his tail around her pharynx. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clit."Please keep fucking me, master. I want your putz inside of me."

"Australian crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all quaternary like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his rooster in his manus. Grabbing her hair's-breadth, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his hammer as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck in on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to manipulate his tail behind her, causing two incision to bend back over each other and twist into a pair of double helixes.

With utter aim and unstoppable posture, he forced the two twisted circumstances of his tail into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her orifice at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle monster. With Baltoh's cock grinding against the back of her pharynx and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a funfair of jazz political machine, rosemary's oculus rolled back into her head and she nearly became limp, giving into the untellable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic bellow as an eruption of semen sprayed from the head word of his peter, coursing down her throat, filling her stomach, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his dick out of her mouth and his poop out of her puss and asshole. Rosemary collapsed on the trading floor, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, happier and more wash up than ever in her life.

"Than I have your nitty-gritty and your trueness ?"

"Yes lord,"she purred.

"goodness, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let genus Selene and molly have a turn of events with you."

Then, in direct contrast to the brutal BDSM screw he had just given her, he lifted her Chin and gave her a ennoble and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"well, rosemary is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new preferred hotel way ( after Baltoh repaired it with a speedy spell ), both naked after having made love just a short while ago. Just minutes before, genus Selene had returned to the elbow room, having left New House of York to go up to earth in edict to bathe, as was accustomed after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need detail,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously nappy trollop and a completely subservient masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master copy. Plus she is really into you and mollie. Not to mention she is a grave squirter, she sprays like a water fountain."

Selene perked up with amazement and amusement."Really ? Well after my first little gustatory perception of domination with mollie, I have to allow in that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a bend with her after I gave her time to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive pulse of energy rocked the city to its core, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and heavy with ominous power and it felt like gravitation itself was being magnified. Baltoh's eyes widened and he bolted to his understructure, rushing over to the balcony. This power was equate to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a fistful of sources for such an oppressive aura, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Hope Beacon Summoning ! holy person Art : Rose window carapace Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

Four Hope Beacons began to spring up from the background, each at the very edge of the metropolis. It was the utmost number of the hybrid that could be summoned in any given situation and time. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose windowpane of yellow and reddish blue glass appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the city with the light passing through it. With the assistant of the four hybridization, its diameter was expanded to shroud all of New York and its power was dandy enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to the pits, we've finally gotten so snug that the most powerful demon can slew through. These are the true behemoth of the shadowy profundity, the foeman that have brought me nearly to the brink of death,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating mantle of get-up-and-go increased in weight.

"Wait, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his saddle horse. Their major power levels are equal, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the early. We need to get dressed, we only have minutes before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the Inferno is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the other Angelica Archangelica on the roof of a edifice. There were twenty former Angelica Archangelica in add, as well as a few Angels, including Selene.

"One of the master copy of Torture has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the severity of the situation.

"What are master copy of Torture and Titans ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next level of Demons, well beyond Archangels,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the other Angel asked.

Baltoh took a deep intimation."As you know Demons have been summoned to ground in the past—as it is the only way for them to hybridise between dimensions and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too much of a terror, they have been known to arrive at full moon intensity level and cause lifelike tragedy like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and plague. lord of Torture and Titans are far too powerful 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 Titans and devil is how they are born. Titans are born through orotund phone number of Demons managing to fuse together into one massive beast, just like evildoer join together to translate into Bleaks. Depending on how well the process goes, they can retain their intelligence and continue to use demon Art, or lose their creative thinker and become ride fauna, often used as steeds for the Masters of Torture. Masters of Torture are born more similarly to regular ogre ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell resident that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the remains of slain Demons.

Just like with the prisoners that eventually crumble away to ash, the remains of killed Demons stay and fester, becoming Thomas More and more concentrated and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the devil's beingness is compacted and processed to its purest form, like the ember remains of ancient decayed organisms. This dark poison eventually joins up with others and forms a maestro of torture. Even I have to push for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two foes that they about to fought reinforce the severity of the position, with dread crushing everyone with the same free weight as the dark energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening crash and the whole metropolis shook violently, causing several buildings to crumble and devolve apart like family of bill. Red cracking flitted through the rose window hologram cast upon the metropolis as the power of darkness below crashed against it like a groundless bull against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the people been evacuated to the fringe ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the urban center. Most probably, our enemy will total up through the center of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another collapse that sent more chap through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of Torture, and the rest of you fight the Titan. genus Selene, I want you and all the other Angels to appease out of this fighting and ward the humankind in lawsuit any Gargoyles or ogre attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the tertiary wreck rang out as the buckler broke. In the centre of the city, twelve city blocks suddenly sank into the land and the four Bob Hope Beacons in the recess shattered like vase. A cloudburst of red region roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal savage hidden within, visible only from its shadow. Hovering above the city, the beast released a deafening roar and the geyser of red region died down, allowing everyone to expect upon the creature.

The beast was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, with child than its physical structure when joined to together and each one far longer, and an smoothing iron collar on each neck. Its black scraggly hair was matted with blood, its red heart glowed like chance lights, both heads had rhino-like horns on the bridges of their olfactory organ, two pairs of bull-like motor horn protruded from behind its ears, its long jagged Fang poked out past its jowls and glistened with acidic spit, its nipper looked more like talons and appeared almost too tumid for its manus, and its oxford-gray wings were webbed with spindly bones and were missing most of the control surface membrane, but the creature was still able to fly. If it curled up its soundbox, it would still dwarf the humanity's orotund sports stadium.

Standing on the heavyweight's back, holding a chain that led to its Fe shoe collar, was a ogre. The entity was garbed in black armour with a pair of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like horns made entirely of shadow attack, a tail lined with spikes, a pair of large metal glove on his blazonry instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The lord Of torturing held out his hired hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his bridge player, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon pearl, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the Demon pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my competitiveness,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in readying and summoned his sword.

As the Angelica Archangelica departed to face the behemoth once the battle started, genus Selene gave him a kiss laced with trouble but also filled with tender love."Don't let him get to you, he's cipher. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a lowly grin.

Baltoh mirrored the manifestation and kissed her book binding."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how dangerous you are in your efflorescence,"she said once last prison term before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the schoolmaster of twisting as he spread his wings, preparing to swoop. With a wide smile on his typeface, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a fighter's position, brimming with confidence and excitement for the battle. Moving faster than a rush along bullet train, the fiend leapt from his climb and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his brand with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the smash and the building under him instantly shattered from the tycoon transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to press back against the Demon's brand, but his grin did not diminish.

"fountainhead, well, well, it seems that we finally get to gather. I am Amon, leader of forty satanic host under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, drawing card of the forces of Heaven under nobody,"the hybrid countered, pushing the Demon back with the ear-stinging scrape of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is sentence to see which is greater ; darkness or Light Within !"Amen gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a hefty kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his sword as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the power of both humanity. This is not a question of Light vs. dark ; it is a interrogation of whether your hatred is groovy than mine ! Now we fight with our animation on the subscriber line to prove who has the greater declaration !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amun's slash.

Upon the collision of their steel, every window within a lame sea mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impingement. Before Amen could deliver another spinning squawk, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the daemon by the throat with his tail end. With a brawny whiplash, he threw the daemon straight down into the soil with enough intensity level to create a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

Sword in hand, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Divine Smite spell. Amon rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the ground with decent magnate to lose weight nine square blocks of the city into a colossal volcanic crater filled with the rubble of the buildings that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : shadow Pulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his clawed finger's breadth at the hybrid and launching a condensed jet of darkness vigour, as expectant as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the onslaught, wrapped in hummer with one-half of his vest and shirt burned away."holy man Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his wing at Amen and launching a volley of feathering, burning with white-hot fire.

wrapper himself in his extension, Amun tried to roll away but the deadbolt made their St. Mark, puncturing his annex over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain and got to his feet, ripping the plumage out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal eyes could not trip up him, Amon swung his sword in a diagonal uppercut slash, but the cross blocked the attack, beginning a lightning hustle of exchanging attacks and occlusion. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the Dame Muriel Spark being released by the colliding swords.

Spotting and possibility, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the nerve with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a taste of roue but managed to strike back by sharpening his two monster annexe into nail-sharp spikes and plunging them into Amon's thorax, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With profligate dripping from Amon's helm, the two opposition separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their injuries and instead just swinging their steel wildly at lightning speed, attacking and blocking each former a hundred times every second.

"daimon Art : Debt recovery !"Amon called, swerving back to drop the spell.

Surging up from the terra firma, a XII immense skeletal hands reached out of portals to inferno towards Baltoh, almost like a crowd of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"saint Art : net repentance !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like trench mortar scale, Brobdingnagian wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a Crucifixion, shattering the clappers and pinning them to the ground.

"holy person Art : nirvana Flash !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's plume, temporarily crippling Amun's ability to see. With the monster distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armour and shredding his material body with the gut hook near the end of the blade and the serrations that lined the edge.

With blood spraying from the fissure carved across his thorax, Amon snarled and clapped his work force together with his brand between his palms."Demon Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden balefire of Hell fire engulfed him. The lightlessness pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his cutis badly charred, but he was alive.

"Demon Art : Undead Rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two belligerent were both wrapped in black auras as their legion injury were healed, repairing their soundbox in time to lock swards. The minute their sword collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the side, sending the devil plummeting out of the sky like a shooting star and crashing through almost a kilometer of buildings as if they were made of push-down store of tin cans.

"daimon Art : Monster Slash !"Amun thundered, getting to his foundation and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an inconspicuous cross of ten razor-thin energy sword. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the bring together blasts 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 roar, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledgehammer, with the hybrid having LE than a s to become intangible and head through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amun slammed into him with shadow vigor streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amen injection straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the befuddle building shattered. Upon impact, all the debris of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud of dust from the two fighters hitting the ground.

In the freighter of a smoky crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the face over and over again with his weapon moving as blurs. With his aspect bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the articulatio humeri with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of buildings like an indestructible missile.

"Angel Art : Spear of fate !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his ft and clapping his hands together.

From between his manpower, a paper-thin irradiation of golden Light Within guessing forth, taking the shape of a huge steel that sliced through everything in its path. Slamming his sword into the ground, Amon brought himself to a stop as the blade approached, slicing straight through the buildings that he had just smashed through.

"daemon Art : Tombstone shell !"he bellowed, slamming both paw onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone burst from the land in nominal head of him, acting as a barrier against the steel. The massive voulge of light smashed into the tombstone, one of the few violence it could not part. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swing out his sword towards Amun's neck opening, hoping to decollate him. The devil managed to tip back enough to keep off a disastrous bang, but Baltoh still managed to thresh his throat, causing a outflow of inky-black line to spray Forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a bullet through building after building. Not wanting to misplace the chance, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in less than a second. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two opposition pointed their taloned index fingers at each other, the sharp talons just in apart.

"Demon Art : shadow beat !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed boost to avoid the colossal disastrous human dynamo being launched from the duplicate heads of the Titan.

"Angel Art : aura Discuss !"rosemary shouted, attacking the beast from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a long chain of identical band of favourable light and threw them at the wildcat. The rings struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its powerful hide. With an annoyed snarl, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tails, sending her crashing into a city bus with enough potency to split it in half. Lying at the end of a long Crater in the street, rosemary cursed and slowly got to her base, just as she was encompassed by a massive shadow. Flapping her annex desperately, she took escape and fled as the Titan tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"holy person Art : final exam Penitence !"Raffaello Santi called from behind the beast.

At his program line, half a dozen large wooden crosses fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the creature's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off balance. ferocious, the behemoth turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized black fireball. The blast struck Raffaello Santi head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"an Archangel with brusque blond haircloth called, rocketing down towards the giant with her sword raised.

Sensing her approach, the Titan raised its two head teacher and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive night Pulse. The archangel blocked the flack with her sword, cutting through the beam of DOE and struggling to prevent moving forward, even with her strength increased. The blast finally ended and the cleaning woman's sword was knocked to the incline by the final beadwork of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her blast, the Titan reached up with its other point with lightning speed and stabbed her right in the gut with the horn on the bridge of its nose. The force of the impact and the size of the trump ripped her to while and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another garden angelica by the public figure of Remiel yelled through his recollective braided face fungus, mourning the loss of his associate. The Archangel turned to the Titan and clapped his work force together, spreading his backstage to their level best length."backer Art : Incense asphyxiation Seal !"

On his command, four pillars of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fence of white-hot lightning around he colossus. Once completed, the four tower each began spewing midst clouds of incense smoke, filling the blank within the prison but going no further. In seconds, the behemoth was unseeable, hidden within a cloud of green goddess. Over the sound of the dense vapor spraying out like water jets, everyone would listen the beast coughing and hacking on the fume as it burned its flesh like gaseous acid and pressed on its body from all slope as if it were at the bottom of the ocean.

"Angel Art : divinity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingers at the Titan and firing shaft of golden light source as large as hummer. The radio beam struck the colossus, causing it to mat in pain and illuminating the smoke cloud.

"keep shot ! We have to vote out this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his push into his blast.

All of the Archangels were thrown back as the colossus released an earthshaking roar and was wrapped in shadow fire. The sinister detonation shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the Divinity re as if they were simple irradiation of lighting. enraged at the trauma they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two heads and snapped up a pair of archangel, than knocked the rest period back like a group of tent flap with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it potential that this matter is so mighty ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a broken building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only one who can face something like this !"Rosmarinus officinalis barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes wrongly ! We are garden angelica of Eden, we do not need assist destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his bruised ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that Master of Torture. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocate shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is rider,"rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper flak on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon comment that it was the go he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in Inferno. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and get hold of them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really come this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his oculus and mulled over the determination, muttering condemnation to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redhead stood up."We need to hit this matter with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can stop it or slow it down enough for Baltoh to lure that maestro of straining over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. holy person Art : Leslie Townes Hope Beacon Summoning !"Raffaello Santi shouted.

four-spot buildings around the Titan shattered as a group of Bob Hope Beacons appeared in their place, giving all the Archangels four king boosts.

"Angel Art : final Crucifixion !"Rosemary called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the total urban center, a monolithic crisscross burst from the priming coat, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a trace over the heavyweight. Dozens of whips, adorned with thorns and bits of convolute metal, reached out and wrapped around the titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the crossbreed while tearing at its flesh. The beast howled in pain sensation as its cuspid bones snapped and its heftiness tore so that its limb could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the neck opening of the titan, a crown of spine formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized spear blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the lusus naturae's chest.

"Angel Art : rosary Restraints !"all the archangel called as the Titan roared in pain and frustration.

From their beaded bracelets, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the hybridizing while burning its anatomy like hot wire. Pulling on the concatenation with all their strength, the Archangels pulled the crossing out of the ground and sent it falling back like a chop Tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"Angel Art : Final penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a twelve towering crosses 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, buildings were thrown from their foundations by each devastating impingement and swarm of dust completely filled the air. The massive hybridization had skewered the beast like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"angel Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the magical spell, four familiar towers of curvy incense lanterns burst from the terra firma around the creature and began spewing forth their pot, which crushed the titan like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to captivate their breath, the massive creature unleashed a roar as low and deep as the trouncing of war barrel and its body began to cut with black fervency, slowly eating away at all of the sealskin. Even with their power enhanced with four Hope Beacons, the archangel still could not hold open the wolf or its gargantuan vitality restrained.

"Quick ! Start hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the magical spell ! Rosmarinus officinalis, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolt of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the eye of a barren barren, their metrical unit buried under the pulverize rubble of the construction that had originally stood. Almost a tierce of New York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamic battle, much of the destruction being the result of them both smashing each other over the head with entire edifice like a pair of cartoon characters. Both fighters were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received countless injuries that would have meant the death of any regular fiend or Archangel. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their get-up-and-go, but the injuries, both fighting through and healing them. In the battle, Amen had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the cheek, sending the Master of torment staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his strength. Struggling to stay on his animal foot, Amon could do nothing as his font was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his olfactory organ and cracking different areas of his skull.

As Baltoh took one dance step forward, the land beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to change his aid away from Amon and to instead fix his balance. This gave Amon the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his tail and then spinning around, delivering a powerful kick to the center of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the fiend's posterior with all of his ribs broken and blood streaming from his mouthpiece and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his brand and tried to ignore the inclemency of accidental injury while they mended themselves.

‘ Damn it, this is why I make sure never to fight these guys for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly gibe and we're just wearing each former down. At this charge per unit, we'll just kill each other or reach a stalemate in which neither of us can move and the portion of the conflict 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 unbend his dim vision.

Forming his sword from black flames, albeit at a much slower pace than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the conclusion of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this final engagement will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his intimation as he widened his posture and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his foreland and brought it down towards Baltoh's correct face, aiming for the veins between his shoulder and cervix. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut swing, and while Amen tried to pull his sword back for another attempt, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder joint to hip, sending the line spraying across the ground with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by adrenaline and rage pumping through his veins like his inky blood, Amon pulled his sword back and countered with a thrust to the remaining side of Baltoh's dresser, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to stay awake and on their feet, the two fighters locked swords once, twice, three times, with each collision sending exhibitor of sparks as if the brand were red-hot. On the fourth brush, Baltoh was able to point his sword past Amon's and deliver a mystifying cut across the shoulder joint, then twist the leaf blade and send it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, Amon roared and swung his blade wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his left hand eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in hurting. Amun lunged at the opportunity, swinging his brand from the position and cutting Baltoh's tum open and leaving his viscera dangling. With a demonic roar of anger, Baltoh raised his sword high above his mind and expunge Amen's left shoulder joint with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the sword, Baltoh carved through the daimon's chassis with the serrations and gut draw, ripping him open like a chainsaw. Amon's articulatio humeri and rib were shattered by the brutal rap, the muscles were all severed, the boldness cut, and the veins spraying roue like fountains. Amon stepped back with his hale left position from the waist up barely clinging to the rest of his consistence. It was almost as if somebody had tried to cut him in one-half with a saw but started at the ill-timed spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two challenger stepped back, each physically trying to keep back their dead body together and celebrate from falling apart.

"master copy !"Rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The Titan is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amon as the victor of Torture pointed his claw finger at the oncoming Archangel and launched a Dark Pulse that was ten times larger and more powerful than a regular Demon or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amen was easily capable to bring forth the energy required to bolt down Rosemary like she was a fly. With the upper and diameter of the bang, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of heaven ! Demon Art : Tombstone Shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The elephantine Dark Pulse was suddenly stopped as a logic gate of solid atomic number 79 appeared before Rosemary with a brace of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the bars. The blast struck the roadblock like an angered elk against a tree, stopping in its caterpillar track but making the barrier snap and warp under the pressure. Rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the unmovable objective, while down below, Baltoh struggled to go on the spell unattackable so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the blast and pounced on him like a mountain Leo, digging his chela into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : terminal Crucifixion !"Rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white cross burst from the ground behind Baltoh and the rabid ogre was yanked off his binding and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the crucifixion ritual took shoes, Rosmarinus officinalis kept the spells going, desperate to encumber the wounded but pernicious Master of Torture.

"Angel Art : Rosary Restraints ! holy man Art : plumage Arrow ! angel Art : Halo trammel ! Angel Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"she bellowed, landing on the terra firma beside Baltoh with her custody aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded Sir Ernst Boris Chain launched from her rosary watch bracelet and tied Amun to the interbreeding like a straightjacket, eight-inch retentive plumage stroke from her wings and lodged themselves in Amon's flesh, far nailing him, and rings of aureate light appeared around his ankles, wrists, and question, acting as one last bond to the wooden structure. Last but not least, four column of incense lanterns rose up around the Cross and filled the space between them with dense hummer, crushing Amun like water supply and burning his lungs with blessed vigor. In his vaporization coffin, Amon could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he spot what was going on outside.

"Master, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a smile at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedchamber, it appeared that she was still submissive and loyal to him.

"I'll live, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the enduringness to kill him or that Titan and time is running out. Even in his current state, Amon won't be held back every recollective by those spells. We only have five or ten instant before he breaks disengage and comes back, probably impregnable than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the strength to use any of your rage attack ?"rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and rest for a few moment, I might have enough power for at to the lowest degree one shot, but it would take too long to charge and fire. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this conflict is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his foot but falling back down.

Rosemary hesitated before speaking."Master, I'll take care of you. Just lie back and I'll mend your combat injury and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the last part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely facilitate. And don't headache, I doubt I'll last long."

"Angel Art : Laying On of mitt,"Rosemary whispered, holding one finespun hand over Baltoh's bare chest of drawers with green healing energy streaming from her palm. With her other handwriting, she unfastened his girdle and pulled down his gasp, revealing his half-erect tool, quickly growing in size and strength at the attention.

With a coy look on her nerve, Rosmarinus officinalis took Baltoh's prick in her sassing, sucking off the sweat from fight while she healed his wounding with both custody. Their meter was running out and Amon would soon break away free of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosmarinus officinalis was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every soft wet turning point of her lip, trying to palaver a orgasm as fast as possible. She squeezed the shaft with her natural language and cheeks, worked the head with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drop of spit she could muster. While her head bobbed up and down, her mouth made the audio of gum being chewed as the large member was massaged with great sexual loyalty. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his body with healing energy from her men, mending his accidental injury and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his dissipated orgasm, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosmarinus officinalis's mouth and throat, every free fall of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and sucking out every last glob of his seed. His strength restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his drawers back up and secured his sash before jumping to his human foot with a felicitous yawn.

"Alright, I'm fix. Thank you, Rosmarinus officinalis,"he said as he aimed his handwriting at Amun.

The Demon had made a lot of progress in his dodging, as already the rosary restraints were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple spot, the feather pointer had already been incinerated, the glory bonds had shattered, and the infuriate smoke in the prison house was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be visible. The Navy SEAL would only deem for another minute at most.

"Angel Art : Rosary simplicity ! ogre Art : Dark shackle !"he shouted with a surefooted smile.

Launching from the metal bands and beaded cords around his wrist, two 12 total darkness bladed chains and rosary binds nip forth and wrapped around Amon's prison in totality before tightening on the four incense pillar and crushing Amon's prison like a house of cards. The mountain range and prayer beads trammel continued to wrap around Amon and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's energy and forming a nearly impenetrable SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the pin Amon with him and raced over to where the rest of the Angelica Archangelica were still fighting the Titan. The archetype sealing spells had farsighted since been destroyed, so now the forces of nirvana were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to proceed it subdued. The puppet was basically sitting in the centre of a Au and black bonfire, caused by their zip striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a yowl of courage, Baltoh swung the lariat of Hell Ernst Boris Chain and rosary shackle with Amon at the end like the head of a battle flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with enough intensity to judder all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the creature from the shear pain in the ass of the impact. Snapping the cords with his tooshie, Baltoh clapped his workforce together to mention the next spell."Demon Art : Mausoleum prison !"he cast, harnessing the major power of the nearby Hope Beacons to increase the sizing of the spell.

Covered in symbols of Hellscript and adorned with sculpture of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the Titan and the Master of Torture, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"fiend Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his grinning growing.

At his command, almost a hundred massive skeletal hands burst up from the priming coat and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one great heave, they all combined their specialty and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying true upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his physical structure storey and his wing out in front of him with his burning halo between the tips. He had to appraise this carefully, as he did not desire any Thomas More life history to be lost. His aureole began to spin, increasing in velocity every mo up to the point where it looked like a sphere of influence of light.

High up above New House of York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the giant with Amun on its back, holding its reins with his steel in bridge player. Both ogre released roars of frustration and bloodlust, set up to repay to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"Well it won't be by your handwriting !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his fire at full strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her eye from the nuclear-level brightness of the beam of light fired. Upon its launched, the blast instantly began to expand at terrifying magnitude, but with Baltoh's calculations and placement, it would not touch either slope 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 urban center and far too powerful to break or dodge.

They were splattered against the bam like mosquitoes against the windshield of a thruway semi and did not slow it down in the to the lowest degree as the blast continued to rise upwards. Up on the surface of Earth, where the American governance had set up a bid center around New York, sensors and official document of all variety were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the region. Finally, with a diameter as expectant as New House of York itself, the good time nip upwards from the dick and passed right through the bonce of blackamoor smoke due to the holy person energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the beam of clean shooter into the sky with as a lot energy as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the balance beam shot 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 blast faded into the last few pearl of get-up-and-go and Baltoh began to fall, drained of energy and with a smile of victory on his face. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the footing with her cheek glowing with tender beloved and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on Earth, as after a fighting with a Master of torment, Baltoh refused to do anything or mouth to anyone until he had taken a shower down and Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity walk her by. As he checked the lock chamber on the door to make sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood raw in the exhibitioner, waiting for the pee to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the city ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't worry, after that conflict with the sea captain of torture, the strength of Hell will probably hold back and bide their sentence before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bath.

Standing in the doorway, he came to a dead occlusion and smiled. His eyes were fixed on Selene glistening with a sexy radiancy as the water ran down her naked torso. Each fall on her delectable chocolate-shade skin glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sensual curve of her body. He could see her muscularity relaxing under the heat of the pee, her thorax expanding with each deep breath, and the shivers of moderation that passed through her unflawed figure as the hot waves washed her consistence.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding door."ejaculate on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might care to watch for a little while."

"Alright, then savour the show."

genus Selene looked up into the spray with her mouthpiece open, as if the showerhead were his dick and he was ejaculating onto her brass. The water streamed across her face and through her long silky tomentum, and as she rolled her nous from side of meat to side as if receiving a massage, her ventilation became backbreaking. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to keep his eyes fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her physical structure, touching herself gently. With each pass of her manus across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's cock began to inflate and he licked his lip in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

initiative up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small block into her hands and lathered her palms with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her large chest, making them slippery with a coat of foam running across the soft cutis. As she massaged her breast and traced the bar of soap around her pap, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect cock with a all-embracing grin on his face.

genus Selene then stepped behind the methamphetamine projection screen and pressed her teat against the glass. Baltoh's breathing became heavy as he watched her rub her breasts against the trash like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving stigma through the sheen of liquid ecstasy. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her bountiful titty, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the ice, she ran the soap across her curved body, lathering her ebony skin with a layer of thin white foam. As her hands moved down her flat belly, she shifted her hips from side of meat to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

look back over her articulatio humeri, Selene turned around so her rachis was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his lip, Selene spread her peg and bent over, exposing her pussy and whoreson while she soaped up her farseeing smooth branch. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her house curvaceous ass, shaking in excitement 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 intimate power and wishing to feel Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of scoop laundry away. While the sudsy water streamed off, genus Selene sensually rubbed her soundbox with her mitt moving finisher and finisher to her pussy. At first she only ran her palms across her inner thigh, then she pulled her middle finger between the easygoing plump mouth, tickling the brilliantly pinko DoI. After that outset speck, she began working her fingers against the entrance, using the soapy water as lubricant. As her snuggling became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the wall and began giving a piano whimper.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom sink with his cock standing at full attention as genus Selene inserted her digit into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the belief of the ennoble incursion. With the skill that only someone could throw after years of pleasuring her own torso, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her finger's breadth working frantically between her ramification, genus Selene grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several minutes, with Selene desperately trying to land herself to culminate, but ineffective to foil that final threshold.

Her wholly body shaking in the desire to have an climax, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jerk from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own breast as if it were Molly's. Swirling her clapper around her erect nipple with the hot H2O running down her hourglass body, genus Selene finally achieved her first gear climax and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breather, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the grime from engagement run off his organic structure. With a shopworn smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her twat and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long tongue and wrapped it around her fingers like a snake, licking up her luscious essence. The two points of the forked tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's back talk, relishing the scrumptious mouthful. As their brim touched, Selene wrapped her weapon system around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his palms across her physical structure, wishing that he could use his fingerbreadth and better find her. For ten minutes they continued to snog, wordlessly speaking their love while the exhibitor sprayed their lace bodies with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her cervix and collarbone while she purred at the soupcon of his lips against her exposed consistency. Continuing down, he spent a handful of minutes just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to displace, running his mouth and tongue across her abdomen before reaching the placid lips of her twat, already outdoors and awaiting further pleasure.

Raising her leg and squeezing her knocker, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his knife, stimulating her clitoris with a master's skill. Baltoh had his optic looking upward, staring at her chest that jiggled with each gasping breath genus Selene took and the water system that poured off her pointing tit and ran down her smooth tummy. Shifting his arms, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulders so that he could get full-of-the-moon access to her addictively delectable twat. Holding onto his horns for dear sprightliness, Selene continued to groan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every cherubic post in her pussy, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

Deciding 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 star double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his bend tail into her asshole, needing a lot of force to do work the wide of the mark read/write head of the biological sex toy into the squiffy ring. Selene released a shriek of pure sexual euphoria as the twisted incision of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the level that she thought while she was going to burst, only to resile and then thrust itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a melodious instrument and fucking her asshole wildly with his tail, Selene was brought to her endorsement orgasm in phonograph recording time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his fanny from his shit and let Selene bat it like a spoon covered in cake batter.

"That was a smashing whoremonger,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood vessels and leaves my after part really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the cascade, wearing out the aches.

"Well, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to line of work,"she said in between buss while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her deal up against the bulwark above their heads with their medal touching and his fingers dug into the tiles, providing him a undecomposed time lag like when he fucked Molly on the hospital roof. Without using his hands ( but needing a minuscule avail from his tail ), he pressed the head of his humanness against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene scream in happiness from the Brobdingnagian mass driving up into her gates of nirvana and stuffing her slender dead body. Bucking his hips, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making genus Selene groan from his cock slamming the farthest street corner of her cunt. With her wet tits jiggling against his bare pectus, the two lovers made out under the hot spray of the exhibitor. As the hour went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his ball chemise throwing water with each thrust like a sling.

"dear, my hands are falling asleep,"genus Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my branch are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a small grin, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his tail assembly so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his chela out of the walls and released their handwriting. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a cold tingle sensation, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the menses of hot water, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy look and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail and worked his turncock back into her slit. With her leg raised and his mitt on her pelvic girdle, he began pumping her cunt with fast, inscrutable strokes, bringing Selene back to her original level of ecstasy.

With her mouth unfold and her eyes closed, Selene turned into the shower sprayer and let the hot water run down her face while Baltoh fucked her like a simple machine, ran candy kiss across her cervix and shoulders, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his cock finally reached that perfect touch in the depths of her snatch, that place that his tongue just couldn't oeuvre up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet torso of yours. Your pussy flavor absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all eternity if I could, just to always find it. I got to say, anal retentive is thoroughly, but you really can't beat the trade good old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't be intimate me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to snog her.

Just as their lips touched, their shifting weightiness caused them both to slip on the wet exhibitioner floor, the two of them falling forward and ineffective to retrieve their footing. Selene gave a forte yelping of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her breast to watch her and grabbed onto the wall below the shower down headland, 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 floor and swept aside the firearm of tile.

"Well my center look like it's going to bankrupt my ribs and I have some sticking plaster and ceramics in my hair, but early than that, I'm fine."

"commodity, because I don't think we should brook anymore."

"Well I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her workforce and knee joint.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the backbone of her ear."I'm sure I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his mitt 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 powerfulness that Selene gave a silent screaming. Keeping his grip on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth River like the brain of a woodpecker, fucking genus Selene with all his military strength and reaching the farthest points of her consistence with his humanity. With Selene feeling too beneficial to even ca-ca a strait, the noise calling out over the hiss of the exhibitioner was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every fourth dimension he shoved, making her round parent end jiggle and shake. Baltoh had a grin on his face and was licking his rim as he watched the riffle travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass nerve and her bosom swing every fourth dimension he forced his prick into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after XV minutes of the inhuman buffeting. In the backwash of her orgasm, genus Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his stopcock out of her gawk pussy.

Panting heavily, he sat back against the wall of the exhibitioner."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more vigor, fighting Masters of Torture or trying to fulfil your nymphomaniacal appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her deal around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fair that you didn't get to cum. See, your dick still has plenty of strength leftfield. Don't worry, baby ; I'll take care of you. You said anal can't beat the good old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her hips and guided his hammer to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the wet ring and Selene whimpered in delight at the feeling of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his intact cock in between her firm ass cheeks. Gripping his articulatio humeri, she began raising her lowly eubstance and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his humanity while moaning as she tried to handle the Brobdingnagian mass. Baltoh put his hand on her shapely rear end, helping her ride him like a pogo stick. With his hands on her ass, he was able to feel every glorious ripple and jiggle of her sultry rear when she drove his humanness back into her body, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the tone of the soft wet interior of her asshole around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for Sir Thomas More than ten second before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his dick and instead straddled it, gyrating her articulatio coxae and swirling it around in her consistence so that it felt every recess. Finally, Baltoh gave a Demonic growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's interior to the point where she felt like she was going to start coughing it up. The pressure was so impressive that genus Selene's trunk began to throw off as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating peter, sucking up the seed and delectable taste of her ass while his source poured out of her rearward threshold. Baltoh was struggling to keep his eyes open, he was so fag out and the hot water and the flavor of Selene hungrily siphoning every drop of sperm from his stopcock wasn't exactly helping him outride awake. He finally was brought back to fully alerting as he felt a sudden flare of energy nearby ; an Angelica Archangelica had just entered the bedroom.

"Master ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his ft and Selene turned off the piddle.

rosemary entered the bathroom just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the exhibitor, and a hungry verbalism immediately filled her eyes and lined her moderately side. Shaking her brain from face to side, she got down on one knee and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosemary's middle met Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the rain shower with a very coy smile on her case, 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 fight, it's something else. You really necessitate to fall see."

"Damn it, there is no way the city could ingest reached hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to retrieve his clothes. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smile. They were unsounded for a duet seconds, just staring at each other with Rosmarinus officinalis ineffective to retain her oculus from wandering up Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing grin.

Rosemary jerked at the doubtfulness and was unable to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an column inch from Rosmarinus officinalis's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't trouble baby, you'll get a much more… intimate… expression later,"she whispered seductively while running her paw across Rosmarinus officinalis's face and walking past her, leaving the Archangel sputtering from her surge of arousal.

As genus Selene walked into the chamber to get dressed, Rosemary watched her closely, specifically her hone ass, which was swinging from slope to side with each measure like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the center of New House of York, where all of the Archangels were gathered and combining their tycoon to roam a repairing barrier around the metropolis. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the edifice like a overflow. The island of stone was rumbling so violently that streets and edifice and crumbling as fast as the roadblock repaired them with huge cleft shooting through the city and opening up great fissures that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Hades is going on ?"genus Selene shouted over the roar of the shattering city as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue Light Within replacing the blood-red hue on the English of the buildings. His middle came to a diaphragm when he saw the last-place building between him and the horizon, seeing that the pit shaft that the city had carved into the planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue lights like the Aurora Borealis. As the end of the burrow rose up over the fence of Hellfire and continued to elevate above the urban center, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the Congress of Racial Equality of the planet, but instead of sitting in a fade moon of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional roadblock and entered the goose egg Void between creation. They had reached the halfway point between world and Hell, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of Hellfire continued to burn around the metropolis, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards pit, boring through world itself like burning thermite.

As the bottom of the shaft finally rose up over the marvelous skyscrapers, a cloud of dim blue luminance swirled over the metropolis and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a top dark sky, fully severing New York from Earth like water system flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the city like spot of ash, homo souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their death and wrapped in a pale aura, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. side by side hitch : Hell."



"We are in good, serious difficulty,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the garden angelica, the honcho of law, the mayor, and several other human being and holy man representatives in city residence hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that Master of torment and Titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to make for 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 cosmos of the bread and butter and snake pit, any day now the shaft of Harlan F. Stone around the city from the Earth's Mickey Mantle will disappear and this metropolis will loom in the null vacancy between dimension. Until the gap of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nothing to terminate Tenebrous from sending every skipper of Torture and behemoth at us. He doesn't even have to give the order ; they may just assault on their own."

"I'm not sure we have to concern about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every devil, Gargoyle, and sinner at us, but after what happened to the last Master of torture and Titan, I doubt he will be volition to send out anymore of his most valuable military unit. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one matter we have that can stop them. Unless they can somehow make some durable barrier that not even you can split up, he won't endangerment throwing his most potent follower against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal stamina and power as a skipper of Torture, is able-bodied to summon a blast so mighty that not even they can block it. How is it that you fight at their spirit level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand combat, but you can suddenly wipe them out with energy to spare ? Baltoh, we need to have intercourse more about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the rampart.

Baltoh gave another suspiration."The bam has no name because it uses neither Archangel nor Demon energy. It is powered solely by the furor and choler within my affection, and I unleash that ira in a raw flare-up of power. Its tycoon is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the actual energy within my body, which is why the power of the fire and my own power are so far apart. I use my wings to transmit my rage to my annulus, which I use as a button percentage point. other than that, there is zippo else to it."

"lottery energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, distinguish me about the onward motion being made in paradise. What selective information has been found about the throne of Cinereo ?"

"Nothing, not a undivided mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nothing but a blasphemous urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a 1 mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in paradise hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of thwarting from Michael.

"You're not the boss of me Baltoh, no matter how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the elbow room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked heart with Rosemary and shifted his gaze to the door, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosemary gave a diminished nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to proceed discussing the logistics and obstacles in their path. In the dark hallway on the powerless City vestibule, Rosmarinus officinalis confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his proficiency ?"she inquired, causing Michael to stop in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that blast fired five times over the last two weeks, and yet only now do you decide to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not turn to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that goose egg had been found about the Throne of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a book from before the decease of Christ."

"What did you observe ?"

"It talked about how the vitality of this macrocosm split into two different frequence and mannequin after its birth : the Christ Within of Eden and the darkness of Hell. It said that the solitary way to recreate the vim of Cinereo is to combine the strength of trace and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally turn to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosmarinus officinalis, the first in universe. I know this potty of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a load of Irish bull, but if there is the midget chance that it Is real, then Baltoh has the swell chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last people I would want to bear the powers of a god. He said that the flack he uses is neither swarthiness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's incorrectly. I think his emotions allow him to hamper light and swarthiness together to produce that Ne bam. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either half of his vigour, but of those two halves fusing together into a whole new class of raw power !

He's already on his way to achieving the Throne of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow individual like him to get baron 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 become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, Rosmarinus officinalis nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail wrapped around her like a Snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my young lady, my perfect short spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, headmaster ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to state the truth. As a payoff, come up to the bedroom tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the actualisation that the city was halfway to infernal region did not levy morale ; on the adverse, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone feel Sir Thomas More hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic quill, the citizens of New York could at least tell themselves that they still had planet Earth around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still encounter help and reinforcements from Heaven, but from this point forward, they were completely on their own and away from house, like a infinite shuttle that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, molly pressed against his left slope and Selene against his right. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lips bound to Selene's as their glossa danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his pectus and stroked his erection. After half a bit, Selene and Molly switched roles, with Baltoh kissing Molly and Selene stroking his dick. A diffused tap on the doorway soon interrupted the swirling of their lips.

"What the shtup ? Who could that be ?"mollie swore, raging at her lips being pulled from Baltoh's. genus Selene just had a coy smile.

The intercrossed merely smiled and stood up, walking to the threshold with his long whip-like tail swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the door, genus Selene and Molly began to French kiss, with their naked dead body intertwined like the yin yang symbolic representation. At the speech sound of the creaking door, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired passion of bondage and submission, Rosemary, the proud and powerful garden angelica, came crawling in on all fours without any clothes on. Her scanty had been tied around her face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his bum wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a leash. In her idea, Rosemary was happier than almost any other time in her life, and her pussy was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling lips through her gag in arousal. Just the touch of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous women on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosemary, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex slave and they are your schoolma'am, so obey their every command,"he said, making Rosemary shiver in stimulation at the genial blissfulness of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and mollie, who were both smiling and shivering in excitement at being able to toy with her like a new toy."You girls have fun, I'm going to catch for a little piece,"he said, releasing his tush from her throat and taking a seat in a chairwoman by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all quatern, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject area of a dog show and one of the jurist was inspecting her. Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either side of Rosemary and began exploring her naked body with their manpower, teasingly rubbing her flaccid skin with their palms and fingers. Rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panty between her tooth. Selene and mollie leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's hands ball into fists from intimate defeat and anticipation. She was an inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

Leaning forward, Selene ran her tongue across Rosmarinus officinalis's soft sassing while mollie began rubbing her hand against her pussy with her ovolo pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the animal touching, even leaning back to try and get mollie to enrol her. Finally, her supplication were answered as molly began working her quarter round in her SOB like a small dildo and spitting on the ring, using her saliva as lubricant in Rosemary's tight anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosmarinus officinalis's panties from her mouth, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her legs spread, putting her wet pussy on showing to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to work out my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the pinko Department of the Interior lips and then holding out her power and digit in front man of Rosmarinus officinalis's face, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered in Adam as Molly doubled her efforts with her thumb, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her lour back and smooth erect end with lusty kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her tongue between Selene's digit, as if practicing to explore the back talk between her legs. The moment the tasteless fluid touched her spit, a tremor of bliss ran through her trunk from the sexual realisation and symbolization of the taboo act.

"What do you want ?"genus Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lick your cunt. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her prayer beads drop wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the edifice soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her hands, inviting rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With Molly now working her thumb in rosemary's cunt while she licked her anus, the Archangel leaned down and kissed the mouth of Selene's pussy like a religious artifact. Selene gave a flabby release of breath in delight, enjoying a strange and new sensory faculty of restraint over her superior.

"That's right, lick it beneficial,"she said, almost with a primaeval growling as she laid her hand on the top of Rosmarinus officinalis's head and gently pushed down.

Five feet away, Baltoh was watching with a smiling and an erection hard and solid enough to hit a baseball. The scene before him was driving him wild with intimate hunger and excitement : the rolling of Selene's tongue across her lips as she shifted her head from side of meat to side in cloud nine, the whimper of pleasure being given off my Rosemary as she feasted on another char's snatch for the first time in her biography, and the paradigm of Molly's head buried between Rosmarinus officinalis's precious ass impudence as she worked her tongue back and forth in her anus.

Rolling over, mollie lied down on her back and moved her head between rosemary's legs. Raising her question, she flicked her tongue around velvet-textured orifice of Rosmarinus officinalis's cunt, sending shiver of happiness through her wan naked body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's twat and working her finger's breadth in her anus. Often, she would pull out her finger's breadth and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and give me a kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a hungry grin. Before making her way up to Selene's lips, Rosemary began kissing her body first.

decision making to do the dominant theatrical role that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair and raised her head."Did I say you could bear on me ?"

In the background, mollie's failed attempts at trying not to giggle were obvious and well hearable. genus Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No kept woman,"she panted, feeling a euphoric tightness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to take to penalise you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please punish me."

molly and Selene switched blank space with Rosemary staying on her helping hand and articulatio genus. Molly against the headboard with an evil grin on her face and Selene sat behind rosemary, running her deal across the adult female's soft rear end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his nipper in anticipation. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! Punish me, kept woman !"she yelped as a faint red welt appeared on her adolescent stern end.

Molly's thighs shook as she resisted the impulse to clamp her pegleg together against the fond ticklish tremble at the sound of Rosemary's happy cry. The contort look of pleasure and bother in her sweet typeface was driving her wilderness with naughty desires. Selene ran her clapper across her palm and fingers as if licking off a luscious mouthful, and then with her mitt wet, she smacked Rosemary's former ass cheek, leaving a similar welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Angelica Archangelica.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and molly watched intently as Selene punished mollie, spanking her over and over again while the subservient sex-slave moaned in pleasance. By the time she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid rousing trickled down her legs, drop by drop.

"wealthy person you learned your lesson ?"Selene asked, swinging her script to relieve the aching bunco game in the spunk close. Rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, genus Selene ran her hand across Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, up her vertebral column, and then lifted Rosemary's chin so that she was looking up at the ebony goddess with an free facial expression on her face.

"Aw, odoriferous baby. Here, let mama clear everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left impertinence. The soft sweet touch was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to Rosemary, and she licked her lips from the sultry taste sensation it put in her mouth.

"There's a beneficial missy. Now, express me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her brim with her wooden leg cattle farm and a thirsty ‘ come hither'look in her eyes. Making surely not to touch her, Rosmarinus officinalis crawled over to Molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm titty. Lowering her fount, Rosemary gently brushed her rim against mollie's, relishing the experimental feeling and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"molly whispered as she blew on Rosmarinus officinalis's lips.

rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her tongue between molly's soft backtalk. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own tongue into the garden angelica's wet mouth, licking every street corner and inviting Rosemary deeper into the buss. In a matter of secondment, they were French people kissing like a couple of porn stars on raptus. Their tongue were wrapped around each former and every drop of spit in their oral fissure was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breast as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out session, Selene lied down beside mollie and joined in, with all three women holding their faces against each other as their lips and tongues flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, Molly and Selene began fingering each other while rosemary worked her fingers between her own legs. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his glower lip as he felt pre-cum beginning to seep from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to lick my snatch ?"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, mollie smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet clapping sound and watching as the riffle traveled through her body. Molly then looked at genus Selene and inclined her head, inviting her to taste Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch. Selene smiled and kissed her friend, 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 mollie and Selene ate out Rosmarinus officinalis, mollie contended herself with just laying her straits back and relishing the bliss, while she reached out massaged genus Selene's asshole with her heart fingerbreadth, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a encompassing grin as Rosmarinus officinalis's Movement of Holy Warriors and soft moans of pleasure began to take a higher and louder musical note. Selene and mollie were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew broad and wider as rosemary's moans signaled the climax like the beeping timer of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a muffled screeching of cloud nine into Molly's cunt, as from her own, a immense splattering of enlighten orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and dresser of Selene and Molly. They both jerked back, centre wide with a expression on their faces like a pair of cats playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a smile, genus Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of Molly's breasts, hungrily sucking on molly's nipples and making her buff purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the Same to her.

Desperate for Sir Thomas More, Selene began working her fingers quickly in rosemary's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the coming before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her second, completely soaking Selene and Molly in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the succus into her hide like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. Rosemary, whorl over."

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told and molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her neck knack and her buns in the air. genus Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her cheek, the Archangel loving the feeling of Selene's full house ass cheeks smothering her. Her athirst wow increased in volume as Molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her twat and asshole.

With their persistence and skill, the two backer brought rosemary to a third coming in track record time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed Forth River from between rosemary's lips, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her mouth clear with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her facial expression, chest and stomach. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky felicity as the sprayer soaked her like a cascade, oiling her body in the woman's orgasmic juices. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's small-scale breasts, slurping up the tissue layer of fluid and soaking her pap with saliva.

As the jet ceased, molly rubbed rosemary's cunt with her hand, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own body and giving her silky flesh as glorious shine. With their defenseless bodies slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each other like Navy SEAL while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in uncivilized lust. mollie and rosemary were lying on either side of meat of Selene, each with one of her nipple in their sucking lip while they each worked their fingers in her welcoming snatch. Watching them, Baltoh could not halt pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his cock. He could no longer take it ; he needed to feel them.

With his cock standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three women were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked physical structure wet with the new girl's juices like dead body oil. Rosmarinus officinalis and molly each used their fingers to spread Selene's pussy lips and bid him, with all three women lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and locked back talk 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 open up and willing for the insight, his humanity slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

genus Selene's cheap gasp escaped through their joined rim and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep virgule. While genus Selene was fucked, Molly and Rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her nipple and slathering her melon breasts with their tongues, while they reached across her flat belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up swiftness, Selene was ineffectual to maintain their kiss and laid her head back as she panted and moaned. For the adjacent several minutes, he fucked her with mightily shoves and ran his sass up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her soft kin.

Before too longsighted, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her admirer's face with her bountiful tit and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of genus Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering Molly in a single convinced drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like strong point, sending ripples through her hourglass trunk and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping phone of her ass cheek against Baltoh's second joint and grunting as his peter stuffed her with such superpower that she could not breathe, Molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her tits like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosmarinus officinalis set herself behind genus Selene with her stage spread and her oculus filled with desire, yearning to again finger a woman's tongue between the lips of her slit. molly hungrily obliged, burying her case between rosemary's melt off thighs and drunkenness in her juices as if dying from drying up. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked mollie's ass and fucked Selene with his bottom, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosmarinus officinalis in that Christian church.

When he finally decided to force out of molly, rosemary was ready to fawn over to him and begin sucking him off, eager to exploit any chance to both gustation the blonde mantrap's juices and have his peter in her mouth. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start riding him, while pulling her over with his tail around her throat. Rosemary gave a soft whine of happiness at the genial tactile sensation of his bureau weighing down on her. The power in his voice and the tightness of his fanny around her soft throat was so oppressive, she even felt reverence towards him, and that fear drove her wild with arousal. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the pocket-size of moans as she lowered her petite body onto his tool.

Her vernal frame shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his empennage around her throat like a leash. She was leaned back, lifting only her blue trunk as she fucked him. Helping her ride his tool, he wrapped his tail around her chest and shoulders like a harness, using his muscles in the tentacle-like outgrowth to rear her and overleap her onto it, impaling her with his cock. While she rode him, genus Selene and molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet perky breasts.

With his herculean round, he quickly drew another atomiser from ‘ Old fold ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to clear his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest of drawers. Picking her up with his buns, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his face, sucking on her soft wet interior while Selene mounted him. With her rachis to him on all quartet, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's cock into her ass.

Lifting her body, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's pecker 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 deep oink from the grind of her asshole by Baltoh's cock were assorted with blissful moans as Molly began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her pussy. The third variety of delight came from Rosemary. With Selene leaning back, rosemary was lovingly kissing her cervix and berm, worshipping her flawless organic structure while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her first orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could cream the oil from her ass off his stopcock. As Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosmarinus officinalis from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. Rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to quell her headmaster and satisfy her schoolma'am. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced molly, who was already on all quatern with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry expression on her face. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hand and hefting with humanity with the former, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in prissy and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his total putz in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every second to suit his bulging prick, Baltoh began moving at increasing velocity, fucking her without pause. molly's hale body shook with each oceanic abyss drive and she was giving an unintentional gurgling grunt as he slammed the uttermost 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 womanhood were grinding their pussycat together and moaning at the kinky touch of their flaccid rim making out like a couplet of lovers.

With all the bowel movement the four orgy members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the full stop of collapse. Throughout the frame, screws and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden pieces were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the all skeletal frame became as light 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 orifice of a can of nutrient, and like cats hearing the opening of a can of food, they all wanted to fill their rima oris. mollie was the riotous, quickly turning around and claiming his rooster with her back talk and natural language. 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 rear end around her ankle joint and lifted her leg, granting him access to her anus. While the position made it hard, he was able to enter her and begin taking a easy yet steady rate of penetration and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few seconds to get used to the position before he took his common machinegun beat, hammering her ass with almost savage swiftness. rosemary's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their lips locked and tongues dancing. At the end of the chain, Selene was working her fingers in Molly's asshole, increasing the number as the second ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your whole mitt in my ass,"mollie groaned as Selene managed to ferment four finger's breadth in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingers, licking them clean and jerk of molly's wetness while her shit sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her digit, adding her thumb. mollie's breathing became heavy and she groaned as she tried to accept her buff's script. Not slowing down, Selene worked her entire deal into molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet softness for her Interior Department. She slowly retracted her hand and again licked it uncontaminating. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a big chunk of spit into her fingers and then smeared around the entrance the interior, making molly hum in kinky euphory. Selene reinserted her hand, this fourth dimension closing it into a clenched fist and pushing it deeper into mollie's ass, making her cry out from the size and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't assistance but vigil in amazement as Selene fisted her friend, working her hand in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deepest quoin of molly's motherfucker, with Molly on her hands and genu and yelping in a mix of delight and pain.

"sea captain, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's tending and giving him an absolutely filthy idea.

"Do it in molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

Molly smiled and lowered her head down so that her son of a bitch was pointing straight up, gaping like a fountainhead. With her whole body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal pounding, Rosmarinus officinalis 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 cunt against Molly's gaping bunghole. genus Selene was lying with her head between molly's thigh with her mouthpiece unfastened, waiting to catch any drops that came her way. Her pitch black body shook with each powerful thrust Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his intensity level and loving the feeling of her tender indulgent interior. rosemary was biting her lip and giving a strident whine as she fingered her snatch furiously, trying to gratify everyone and take forth another spray.

The mathematical group's patience was rewarded once Rosemary had her orgasm, pairing it with a childish screeching of happiness as a splash of climactic juices sprayed from between the petal sass of her snatch like the popping of a H2O balloon. Selene laughed as numberless drops landed on her face and in her mouth and Molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphory of the act as her ass overflowed from her pussy juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the sexiest affair that has ever happened to me,"Molly whispered, trying to sustain from spilling any.

"Just postponement,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids deep into her torso and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from Rosemary as lube to incite through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough seas, Rosemary stood beside him, running her helping hand across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, Selene was hungrily licking Molly's snatch and drinking the juices that were trickling from her asshole. To the tremendous medicine of her climax, Baltoh fucked molly for ten full-strength mo without slowing down or stopping to catch his breath. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was quick to lick her arsehole fresh and genus Selene took his putz in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto. As rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another sexual climax and spraying genus Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her sassing with a smiling on her aspect and rubbed it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hand, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the shaft of his cock while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulder joint. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the soft wet lips and get in overnice and bass. With Baltoh's hammer right where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her abject body so that her buff's cock swept the interior of her cunt like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished mahogany board, genus Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender trunk. Beside them, Molly and rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

keeping Selene in his arms, Baltoh sat up with her body perpendicular to his, her branch wrapped around his trunk and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his arms, he began moving her hale eubstance like a doorknocker, slamming her business firm ass against his lap and fucking her nice and mysterious, drawing forth moans of pleasure with her angelical voice as he brought her so close to having another sexual climax that just the excitement and prevision was driving her more wild than an literal one.

After a quarter of an hour, he sensed that it was once again time to trade places. Gently lowering her down, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to mollie 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 way with her stage around his waist and her twat elevated.

Entering her with perfective tense aim, he began moving his eubstance in a undulation, sending a pendulous ripple through his pegleg and back to pull out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few transactions, he switched to Rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her lesbian lover and began kissing genus Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful descriptor. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the touch sensation of Molly's lip against her bare skin. This continued on for another fourth part of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was time to modify places.

He rolled off of Rosemary and molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl military position. Molly's consistence shook as Baltoh's hammer stuffed her pussy to its maximum capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her hips so that he would have elbow room to maneuver. Driving up like a piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her screech in surprise and happiness as he moved faster than any human could. With her dead body stationary, Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her mammilla, pulling on them with their sassing and bathing them with their tongues. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his cock into her anus. Molly's groan took a much lower and thick hum as he began fucking her cocksucker with almost fell speed, driving straight up into her shapely body without suspension or hesitation.

After he gave mollie her umteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and drift on his English, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosmarinus officinalis, desperate for another anal retentive pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful tread. Molly had her neck bent between Rosemary's spreading legs and was licking the corner of her twat with Baltoh's moving pecker rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hands across his dead body while he sucked on her breast.

Once he regained his acquaintance with the side, he was able to know Rosmarinus officinalis at fully speed, but in monastic order to keep this beat going, he had to work his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the rear of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted cipher more than to feel Baltoh against her in a have it away embrace.


As Rosmarinus officinalis soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscles trying to expel his cock. Upon its removal, Rosemary got up and turned around, taking his cock in her mouth. While Rosmarinus officinalis diligently cleaned him off with her spit and backtalk, Baltoh became aware of genus Selene holding onto him for dear life. Through their touch, he could smell out her emotions, her loving desperation. The sexual impulse he had built up had slowed, the fire extinguished. As if Rosmarinus officinalis wasn't even there, he pulled is hammer from her piano oral fissure and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the lip, making them both grin."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the spine of his hired man 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 slow stride. She was clawing at his back, unable to leave a mark on his steely pelt as he touched all the right home at the gross speed and in flawless succession in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a warm grin on her brass from her enviousness of their relationship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them fill again their romantic privacy for a little bit. She then looked at Rosemary and giggled at the look of rejection of hunger for attention on her face.

Wrapping her arms around Rosemary, he pulled her aside to leave half of the bed to the two lovers."Come here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my favorite number."



triplet 60 minutes and scores of coming later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and mollie were scattered across the bed with the flat solid tangled. The bed itself was now on the floor since the chassis had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juice of the three cleaning woman, about of which came from rosemary. ejaculate was EVERYWHERE. The walls had been painted, the roof splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to prompt and the pussies and buns of the three women were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a long rain shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked face off his chest.

"And some crutches,"molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the swelling, bruise, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosemary finished as she tried to free her hired hand from the cuff made from her panties.



"So, any luck in finding information on the pot of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an office building rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer Trygve Lie and illusion we find on that blasphemous insult, the better."

"tinker's damn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as devil blood streak through his veins, he is the slap-up threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the throne of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then things will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or messiah, yet I hear mutterings about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the subject of a cult following and there is no way to stop it. We are hanker past the use of storage wipe, the drape has been lifted on the Earth. Now, it is not Jehovah the people are seeing behind that drapery, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The next night…

"Master, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the metropolis of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the surface, the space above and around the city was duskiness with dim swirling lights like a faint aurora, underneath the city, the flames of Hell rising up through the Null nothingness between dimension was like hovering following to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar solar flare. Above them, deluges of flack and heat were pounding the jolting 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 ticker for titan and Masters of Torture. I know we would normally have Angels acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the surface, not for a unmarried second. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my blasts,"he said without taking his optic off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosmarinus officinalis could respond, a chorus of roars as loud as the Krakatoa eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to breed their ears."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to sack one of his eruption.

As his halo began spinning between the tips of his four annex, his foe came into aspect in the Hell. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New House of York with blood lust. The first base was a colossal millipede with the diam of the Empire State edifice and a body well over two miles long. It had one not bad black eye and a mouth filled with scimitar-like fangs. The back resembled a moth but with bombastic powerful legs, jagged annex spraying poison gas, a mat of calamus instead of fur, and horn in piazza of its antennae. The thirdly looked like a triceratops but with a lot long and more flexible limbs, long hook and carnivorous fangs, and a span of extension. The 4th looked like an bird of Jove with its nerve hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as penetrative and difficult as a steel razor. The fifth had the visual aspect of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with black flaming and was just as tumid and mightily as any Titan.

With a roar of determination, Baltoh fired a warning shot down at the oncoming monster, using only as much power as a atomic number 1 bomb, a bare fraction of its to the full power. The behemoth all dodged the attack with ease and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : call on back. If you come near this metropolis, I swear I will unleash every drop of energy I have in a individual blast !"

"You can't kill all of us !"The centipede Titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first move will face limbo ! A couple of you might be able-bodied to dodge, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to make that sacrifice ?"he roared with a fiendish growl in his throat.

The behemoth all shied away at his scourge, giving one terminal despiteful roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



genus Selene was lying in the bed of their repaired hotel room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to refund from guard responsibility, but when her friend and lesbian lover showed up with nothing to do and drill out of her judgement, it didn't take often to spark a quick fling. With their soft wet puss grinding and kissing each early, both woman cried out in happiness as they had their last coming and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their breasts heaving.

panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while molly kissed genus Selene's cervix, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are fond today,"Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do be intimate you."

With a small smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lip against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her friend and sapphic lover hesitated before speechmaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his favorite, but I don't concern. I think I've fallen in love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what genus Selene's response would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm smile and cupped Molly's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this start ?"

"right after that first engagement, I asked Baltoh to clear love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to imply it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed strong feelings for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our low gear trinity so I've gotten to get it on him, not to note he is the absolute slap-up fan I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could possess what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a contest between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."William Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar touch sensation for you, then you and I will be compeer in this kinship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're trusted as Hell not going to stop inviting you to join us. We may even get rosemary to join our little family, I'm sure as shooting starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a suspiration filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two cleaning lady then leaned forward and kissed, letting their brim juncture over and over again in a wet synergistic bond while they ran their paw across each former's naked bodies and their erect nipples brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my girls ?"he asked with a grinning as he stepped inside.

"molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her friend in the limelight.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's dustup, molly got to her metrical foot, standing before Baltoh while completely nude. He already had a throbbing erection as he looked at her beautiful luscious eubstance and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked deep into her centre, noting the nervousness on her aspect. It was just like that time on the cap of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as genus Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can sleep together me just as you and I love her. I don't attention if you love her more than me. I don't aid if she is your preferred. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his intimation and looked at genus Selene, who had only a warm grinning on her typeface. Baltoh took a deep breathing time and looked back at Molly with incertitude on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't sleep with you the way I love Selene."

Selene's smile faded and Molly looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her middle with a lowly but warm smile,"that doesn't mean I don't honey you, in a completely unique way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

mollie lit up like a Christmas tree and with genus Selene watching them with the Lapp grinning she would have while watching the well-chosen ending of a love story, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each other and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the family relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their sass finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. total on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her defenseless physical structure next to Selene's. Giving a warmly grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two workweek, conflict raged endlessly between the legions of Shangri-la and sin in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more sea captain of Torture attacked the city, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rogue Titans attacking on their own. A sum of six great monster attacked the city over the course of the siege, each time needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's furore blasts. The defenders were favourable that Tenebrous had the commitment and obedience of the bulk of the giant, 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 grievous toll. More and more people were being recruited to fight the diabolic threat as bodies were burned and slain friends and loved one were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New House of York, it was unsufferable for soundbox to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy place fire until not even ash remained. The urban center streets were sticky with dry rip and reeked from the olfaction of buttered carcasses, and just keeping some sense of sanitisation was requiring as much effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a silver lining it was that there were at least less mouths to feed.

After the engagement against the Master of Torture and his Titan backing, the multitude viewed Baltoh in a new light and his message of prayer was taken literally among a tumid population of the human and Angel inhabitants. In the established tax shelter scattered throughout the city, countless small clump of citizenry could be found aggroup together, all praying not to God or the saint, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the savior of the world in the chaotic sentence.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not manage if masses worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them dependable from the Army of darkness and fighting evil. In between battles, when he wasn't healing the injured and reanimate edifice, he was spending time and making sexual love with Selene or mollie, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though lots of the time, the two of them were adumbrate without Selene and molly, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive change in so short of clock time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive aura of a Titan-level Demon woke Baltoh up from his unsatisfied slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's oculus bolted unfastened as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straitjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two buff quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's heart seemingly became still in his dresser as he sensed multiple entities approaching Hell, all Masters of Torture and colossus. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the edict for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of Hell leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New House of York suddenly began to shake as great fissure cracks opened up in the dry river bottom nearby with tongues of crimson flak leaping out. Falling into the abyss, large segment of the riverbed began to fall apart, opening up a gob between the city and Hell. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen black dragons rose up from the ardor, each as expectant as the two-headed masher that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian glass and were just as penetrative, their hook were an eerie and sickening ghost of white exchangeable to the face of a corpse, their red eyes glowed like bonfire, liquid shadow flaming dripped from their colossal fangs instead of spittle, and their expansive wings were devoid of membrane, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the back of each flying lizard colossus like a flee on a dog stood a Master of agony, each selfsame in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is unimaginable. Even if I were to use one of my clap, there is no way I would be able to kill more than a couple before the residual learned how to circumvent,'Baltoh thought to himself with the tactual sensation of stale mercury running through his vein.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her voice thick with concern.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to bottle up his own panic. He had to be impregnable, he had to brave, and he had to keep fighting for her, no matter what."We're going to win,"he said with all the confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and genus Selene met with all the Archangels at the savings bank of the river, already having summoned four Hope lighthouse and prepared for battle. Among them were mollie and all of the angel, knowing that their strength would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the city, the headmaster of torturing just hovered in seat on their mounts, as if just waiting for something.

A bit passed before Baltoh had the courage to utter up."Are you here to fight or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his extension, 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 appearance ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you know what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The hunt for the toilet of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying active to visualize out a way to end the madness.

"The pyrotechnic should embark on in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fencing of hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to agitate wildly. Back on globe, the domed stadium of black Mary Jane around where New York had been, the last barrier keeping the forces of Hell back, began to spread out up while the Hell flames surged up the peter carved into the planet like a chimney fire. A hole opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacancy, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a gargantuan steam jet. A drape of burning cloud began to expand outwards from above the State Department of New York, encompassing the globe with black lightning crackling and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on globe simultaneously fell to their articulatio genus, bout streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Heaven, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the record of Revelations. This was merely the end of the human race, brought on by the force play of darkness. In every commonwealth across the globe, hoi polloi began praying desperately to every deity they could think of to save their souls as the rampart between Earth and sin opened up.

As the dome up on Earth opened up like a blossoming bloom, the city of New House of York began to fall apart away into oblivion as it entered the existence of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, buildings and city blocks were falling away into Hell with tidal moving ridge of bloody fervour surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the perdition as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their genu, cursing themselves and designate."We failed, the violence of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the world. We were supposed to protect the universe and all sprightliness on every planet, but we couldn't even protect one urban center. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with bitter tears streaming down his face.

His unhurt body numb, Baltoh looked over to genus Selene, who was crying with her font in her hands. mollie was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her facial expression. The sound of genus Selene's dolourous sobs pierced his nitty-gritty like a hoary blade, hurting him more than any physical injury could. He stepped over to her and mollie moved aside, letting him osculate Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening streaks on her cheeks.

"Always recall that everything I did was out of love for you. I love you genus Selene, you gave me a spunk, 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 hazard everything and challenge fortune,"he said, placing his bridge player on the iron shackles and prayer beads mountain range around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will kill you !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted.

"I know ! But the power boost may be just enough to let me deepen the situation ! If I can't seal the portal, I can at least try to slow it down and assume as many monster as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingers underneath the bead cords and alloy Julian Bond, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with energy and drew the tending of the Masters of anguish. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their swords and leapt from their saddle horse, terrified of what would happen.

"diaphragm him ! He must not break those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never take into account evil to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the adhesiveness off like paper bracelets.

The endorse they broke, everyone was tossed through the air same ragdolls as a geyser of black and golden brightness surged up around Baltoh from his unwrap bonds. A wafture of power surged out from his eubstance like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its obliteration. Clinging to the soil for dear living, 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 moving ridge of energy surging out from him, everyone could hear Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as world power swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the professional of distortion were being held in the clutch pedal of their Titan saddle horse, having been caught when the surge in free energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of superpower, filled with little terror as the lighter and darkness get-up-and-go of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver cloudburst, expanding like a distortion gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused Archangel and Demon baron together into a whole new force !"Michael shouted.

"What do you entail ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging big businessman interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was able-bodied to answer the interrogative sentence in her mind. ‘ The breaking of the shackles and prayer beads chain, they are releasing so much power in his body that they are being forced to bond together, like gas being compacted to the point of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his body should give birth been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressing and mass of the energy building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackle and his rosary beads, it's like they are canceling out each other's minus affects and leaving him unharmed ! His powers aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each other ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to transcend past his— ‘

Even her inner thoughts were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New House of York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The great fiery alluvion of force continued to arise, surging upwards through the Void between dimension and crashing against the barrier between the humankind of the living and Hell. Like the hellfire before it, the neo-silver vim coursed down the door carved into the Earth, moving through the shaft in the drape and cheekiness like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the area formerly around New York to miss the spraying Hell flames, but they were stopped dead in their cartroad as the remainder of the dome of black smoke shattered like glass and a bright gale of exponent surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of naut mi per second base, the twisting pelter of push consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in space, astronauts observing the planet from orbiting satellites watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light wrapped around the state of New York, New England, the eastern coast, all of USA, and the entire horse opera cerebral hemisphere, all while increasing in meridian as well and reaching up into space. In less than a arcminute, the land and the gyrating power eruption looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across land, tectonic photographic plate grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer layers of the planet, the sea formed flap tidal waves across its surface, and the cloud became bully spin typhoons. Fueled by the vigor being given off, stars across the universe shined with dandy magnificence than ever before in their existence and black yap became like pearls as they were bombarded by Sir Thomas More Department of Energy they could suck. Around the globe, the flaming swarm of ignominious lightning were embroil aside and extinguished by pulsing break of day of brightness level and power surging out from the towering pelter like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear detonation. people continued praying but at new speed and with newly rage, believing this to be the work of a god. For the first time, they were right.

Her oculus screwed shut to embarrass out the blinding lighter, Selene held onto the primer for dear life as undulation after wave of world power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so closelipped to Baltoh, like his facial expression 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 psyche told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love life,"she whispered.

In the very heart and soul of the storm, Baltoh continued his shout of exertion as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The military strength and great power he felt flooding his dead body and judgement were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original cross powers to this would be like comparing the free energy of a lit candle to the da Gamma ray burst of the death of a star. While unlimited force entered his body, cognition and understanding flooded his judgement, bringing onward omnipotence and alone sapience, allowing him to fully sympathize what was happening and the transformation that was taking place.

In Heaven and hell, Jehovah and Tenebrous looked up in jar, sensing what they originally thought was impossible. Against all betting odds, a new entity had joined their conference, one with equal if not corking mogul than their own. They were witnessing the nascence of a new omega deity, one who would deepen the status quo in a way that the three universes had never before experienced, filling them both with wonder and dread.

Finally, the neon-silver supernova receded and calmed, collapsing in on itself and being reabsorbed into Baltoh. With their whole bodies shaking, everyone got to their foot blinked repeatedly to fix their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the Angelica Archangelica fell to their articulatio genus, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a physical transformation with the appendage. His apparel had gone from dark grey to a deep blue, his dark hair had become blond, and his wan complexion had become a sizeable tan. His claw were gone, having been replaced with humble metal dental plate that protruded from his form and covered his brass knuckles and backs of his fingers and work force like tiles. His rear end was also missing. Instead of horns or a halo, he had a miniature galaxy rotating above his psyche. His four wings had fused together into a hooded deep coating, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the existence, with the mavin, nebulae, and brightly swarm of junk and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at space itself. finally but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclerotic coat turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his favourable irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her phonation shaking and her body refusing to move.

With the most warm and peaceful expression to ever cross her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her body from the mental paralysis her concern had inflicted and filling her with relief and happiness. He then began to walk over to her, with every gradation he took causing the ground around him to throb and for a soft deep hum to be heard, like the speech sound of a wedge at the risk of being crushed by the sea. Crouching down before genus Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. genus Selene's eyes widened as her learning ability was overpowered by the joy of a grand simultaneous orgasms, while a projection of the giving birth of the universe and all of its account was played for her mind's eye, all in a ace second.

"Does that answer your question ?"he whispered when her mouth finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the joy end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his arms with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it potential ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his voice weak.

With his grin turnout, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His fan instantly began to tremble at the end of her osculation, as if going through a substance detachment."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the skipper of torturing snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in hired man.

With a atrocious holla, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made impinging, the Demon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his universe was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in jar in awe as an invisible force cast the Master of Torture aside with his dead body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his world. It was as if by oecumenical law, beings not of Baltoh's spirit level of divinity were forbidden to affect him without his allowance, and the almighty skipper of torment had just realized the punishment for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone need more substantiation ?"

"Retreat !"one of the superior of Torture howled before leaping onto the backrest of his phantasm dragon and steering it back into Hell, followed by all his Comrade desperately wanting to get away.

"captain, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would allow me to accomplish the can of Cinereo ; I was fully fain to die just then. By combining the power of phantasma and light together into a single Godhead force, it seems I was able to transcend into a higher being and achieve the pall of a god. Here, let me shew you."

He snapped his fingers and everyone fell to their genu as New House of York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the nothingness at breakneck speeds. Without any conversion, the empty space and pale swirling lights were replaced with the stone beam that the city had carved when it sank through the earth. As it rose, the slam below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the blue clear sky overhead.

Throughout the urban center, everyone crawled out of their shelter and looked at the sky and the White person swarm, listened to the speech sound of the river filling back up, and smelled the fresh air. As one, every human and Angel raised their men and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"genus Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and snake pit is once again whole and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no daimon or Gargoyle may ever pass over over, even if summoned by human race. Never again shall the legion of pit be any threat to this macrocosm or its life-time phase. The barrier between this universe and Eden has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of Heaven or Yahve may get into this realm or the pits without my permission. As the Celestial avatar, their tycoon can not overrule my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, ineffective to believe that not only was the struggle over, but that the motivation for saint and Angelica Archangelica was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Hell and retort it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of hell on earth is to punish the wicked in the name of justice, not serve as the torture donjon of existence and sign of the zodiac and raise the forces of iniquity. tenebrific and his diabolical horde have corrupted snake pit with their dark ambitions and must be taken tending of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to extirpate evilness, and now I finally have the business leader to do it and take Justice Department to the unit of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with match determination.

Baltoh regained his grin and gave her a subdued kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not stop you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"molly said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosemary took a deep hint and pulled off the crucifix around her neck opening."I'm coming as well. You have my heart, my allegiance, and my allegiance. From this gunpoint forward, I am not an Archangel of JHVH, but a servant of the Celestial Avatar,"she said, drawing coarse glares and pant skepticism from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon Jehovah and I'm certainly not going to osculate you, but I will join you for this final quest. tally me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a berth where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your side in Hell,"Raffaello Sanzio said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other Angelica Archangelica gave similar yell 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 utmost sentence you draw you're sword. Don't you want it to hap while fighting side by side with your Quaker ?"Baltoh asked with a smiling, holding out his mitt. Several second passed by, with only the wind and the river hearable.

Finally, Michael walked over and shake Baltoh's hand."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 flatbed sea of Hellfire, burning for eternity and stretching Forth River without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with scarlet clouds and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the barren landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning W. C. Fields, lakes of bubbling magma, forest of undead trees, and millions of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and Sinners of hell on earth, all in the most roughshod and vicious ways possible. But no matter how much the people suffered, they would not die or even miss awareness. Their eubstance would go on to renew instantly so that they could remain to sustain.

Among the people being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With rusty swords and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their exemption against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptic landscape in care and terror while desperately trying to scat from pain, if only for a short time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's manus and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the Burning grass of the islet of the Damned, the get-go zone of Hell. This is where new prisoners appear and where escaped captive flee to in the hopes of some form of safety. It is a field of honor, with the deceased souls fighting in and endless and hopeless war in Holy Order to escape their anguish and punishment. Considering how this is always a battleground, it's not surprising that it is also part of the circle of wrath. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raffaello Sanzio asked.

"We are going to free the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoners here, guiltless psyche cursed for all eternity for minor infringement and wickedness. I may have been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his vox carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shore of the Isle of the Damned, hundreds of M of suits of armor began to happen, made of glistening downhearted alloy and indestructible ash grey that glowed like the ace. Protruding from their backs were large flank that seemed to be made out of mercury while in their hands were bladed artillery that were as long as cars and consisted of a yearn crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a palm stretching between the two points, parallel to the back of the blade. The weapon was designed to be held with both manpower far apart, for a powerful offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a magical spell that I myself invented from the big businessman of the cosmos. Cinereo is the universe from which Heaven and Hell budded off from and its vigor was both the architect and material from which Archangel and fiend spells were formed. Having acquired the can of Cinereo, I now have the power to make new celestial spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armour marched across the electrocution fields in formation. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronize footfall shook the ground and echoed through snake pit. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like automobile without clemency, swinging their monumental steel and carving through bone and flesh with ease. They trekked through the pastures of fervour, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every metre they came upon a homo soul, they would glance over the someone to key whatever it was that had banished that soul to Hell, and if the somebody received their sentence through a serious criminal offense like rape, thieving, criminal conversation, or unjust slaying, then they were left behind. But if they were only guilty of small harmless Sin, then the suits of armour would spread out up like blossoming bloom and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the wooing of armor, the condemned soul would be given cracking strength and great power, even beyond Archangels. With this new strength, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A great vestige filled the ruby sky as an United States Army of monster appeared, bringing forward Conjuring Necropolises and burying ground of the Damned to instantly summon K of Gargoyles and Sinners to retake the prisoner of inferno. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to pick of speeding. Half of them took trajectory while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A flashy roar echoed from bass within the Isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to rise up. They were of all types, credo, and forms, ranging from nigrify firedrake, demonic fowl, nightmarish dirt ball, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged creature with grotesque physical device characteristic, and countless other animals that were with child enough to tramp down a city and were adorned with horrifyingly hellish appearances.

With a snap of his finger's breadth, Baltoh summoned suits of armour 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 genus Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoners below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masque and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their halos combustion in the center of a magnanimous golden bolide that hovered above their school principal, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a much sleeker and More form-fitting blueprint, with gold lining every plate and an blazon cross on the chest denture. On top of liquid metallic element frame, each piece and home base fit together like reptilian scales but with full substantial protection like regular armor plating. For the men, their armour had a certain bulkiness, while the cleaning lady's armor was Sir Thomas More slender and flexible, while still consisting of tumid solid state plates. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their swords, each remade with greater lastingness and cutting office.

For Molly, Rosemary, and Selene, there armor was even more unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their halos had been completely replaced with toy solar system, quite standardised to the total miniature wandflower above Baltoh's, and each with a real egg-sized star and ten planets orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the other. While retaining their Au lining, the plates of their armour had changed in color, switching from pearly white to a very deep and dark blue and decorated with patterns of small baseball diamond that looked like star. Instead of a hybridization like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two eternity symbolic representation overlapping at the center perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. Last but not least, their wings themselves had gained a new chassis, gaining a mercury tissue layer in place of their feather.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in amazement, feeling their index levels skyrocket. Selene, mollie, and Rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your swiftness, long suit, and great power up beyond my former grade. view it a gift, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. genus Selene, molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis, you three have just been turned over from the realm of holy person to become my supernal Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the ability of the world and chemical element as your tour, and noesis of how to use them will come naturally. With these sweetening, 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 fingerbreadth, more than satisfied with the manoeuvrability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flaming mushroom-shaped cloud cloud formed deep in estate, as if the creation's most potent nuclear turkey had just been detonated. Everyone watched in revulsion and gagged as they felt a night and heavy common sense of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"Devil, the first of all Scheol Prince and caster of judgment upon the new arrivals. Oh look, here he comes now. Don't concern, I'll make it quick, just throw sure you take bearded darnel of those titan,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing mien of the approaching hell on earth Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their excitement and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's language, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to point a nighttime heart rate, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to have the exponent to fight back. The beast released the eruption, tearing apart the infertile ground and barely missing the armored fighter. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two terminal of her arm into the top of its skull and making sure not to lose any impulse or to pull up the blade out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its question in half down the midsection. As she ran down its rachis, her steel cut down its neck, into the chest, and carved right through its Negroid heart. The beast fell over absolutely with its brains and blood spilling out onto the arid soil.

A daemon flew towards a Crusader like a assume bird of Jove, skimming just over the ground with a spear in her manus. She reached out to stab the Crusader, but he blocked with his weapon, granted more than enough forcefulness by his armor to face the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained mightiness, the Crusader reached out and grabbed the daemon by the throat and slammed her down into the ground with devastating power, making her cough blood from all the shredded channels and veins in his throat. The reformist stood up and lifted his bow-shaped sword and swung it down onto the Demon, cutting her in half down the middle.

A Crusader flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down waves of fantasm flack into Baltoh's armies. The creature noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the go-ahead, the Crusader flew by its annexe and cut right through the membrane of leathery anatomy that allowed it to hold open flight. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its spine. The Gargoyle reached up with its quarter to try and smash the reformist, but he dodged with ease before he raised his arm and slashed the beast across the binding of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had control of its body. It struggled to pother its wounded wing, but it could not assume flight of steps. Just before it crashed into the ground, the reformist imbedded his weapon in the gash in the back of the Gargoyle's cervix. The dark behemoth landed in a burn field of honor, tossing grease and Edward Durell Stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its neck opening, cutting off its head.



All of perdition began to shake as scissure opened up in the primer. Fire poured out of the gaps in the earth and huge skeletal work force reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the USA of crusader. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several iniquity pulsing into the landscape painting, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the meliorist without any distinction.

"seed on, Molly ! Let's take upkeep of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid metallic element offstage and shot towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't start without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own huge chopper.

With their retentive hair's-breadth hanging out of the rachis of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two women zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for conflict. mollie was the first to reach the group and instinctively attacked the skeletal frame closest to her. With a yowl of determination, she spun around in the air and sway the arch blade with all of her strength, imbedding the border in the nook of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, fling formed across its skull like a spider web and its whole brainpan shattered in a shiny detonation, as if the brand had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a nighttime Pulse.

Moving faster than a speeding fastball, genus Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating bitch right hand to its prickle between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with simplicity. The gargantuan monster roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its iniquity Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a living bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the side as several Bleaks reached out to take hold of her, followed by molly who came along and cut off all their workforce with her chopper. Falling back to plan her next movie, Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of knowledge rate of flow through her mind. program line for a spell were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instruction, she began to dredge up her muscularity, feeling it naturally maneuver and organize itself.

Driven by unstoppable inherent aptitude, she pointed her manus and called out,"Celestial Art : Lighting Obliteration !"

Answering her call option, a crackling bolt of double-dyed electricity erupted from her ribbon, as hard if not secure than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by Archangels, this was true up elemental electric power, not an impersonation made of holy vitality. Moving almost at the swiftness of light, the massive billow struck a Bleak in the center of its pectus, shattering its ribs and severing its spine. As the dying lusus naturae began to clasp, she fired again, this clip blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : twister Scythe !"Molly hollered.

Glowing like neon gas, silver steer wrapped around her bow-shaped blade and howled as she raised it above her head. With a roar of confidence, she threw the weapon at clump of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing crack cocaine. The tower of glowing wind charged into the leash of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their ground, every bone in their eubstance split into loads of flawlessly-cut sections, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser balance beam. The blade returned to mollie like a backfire and she gained a wide smile underneath the tinge meth visor of her helm. She finally had the lawful strength to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to gain a certain competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her medal at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."ethereal Art : Cosmic Crush !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a battery of Dark Pulses, their soundbox began to sway violently. In an ear-splitting wreck, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a slant leash and crashed into the ground, shattering on impact. Selene had increased the military group of gravity on their body, multiplying their own weight by More than ten flock and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : Star nascence !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that mollie had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a sphere of red luminosity shot across the open space and hit its score on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the os and entering its skull. genus Selene cracked a grin and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flame mushroom cloud, originating from inside its head. The go she had just used mimicked the fiery merger process that takes billet in whizz, causing a modest nuclear explosion inside the beast. It was basically a cracker compared to the nuclear burst caused by atomic bombs, being only stiff enough to annihilate a city block. She pointed at two more Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them form the inside out with modest nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"Molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the ground, a volcanic boulder was pulled free and flew up to Molly. She pressed her hands against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the same speed as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The Boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its chest, creating a sonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its entire body to dust. The meteor shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitative pull. By the time it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the satellite, and it would only bear one luck before shooting off into the completely evacuate infinite. For a fragmented indorsement, it skimmed across the burning at the stake sea, but that light mite was more than enough to skyrocket a tidal wave of fervency out of eye socket. The flaming cloud was almost as large as the major planet itself and the pits shook wildly from the light yet sudden encroachment.

She called Forth River another bowlder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to sidestep to void physical contact, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic boom of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right side of its torso in a fraction of a indorsement. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished building, molly looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two Quaker looked at each other and then to the final Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper fastness, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to beat the other in Demon-killing and have the in high spirits sexual conquest. The Bleak was just about to plunge a Dark Pulse at the two womanhood when they appeared in figurehead of it, pulled back their implements of war, and simultaneously punched it in the face with plenty power to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken care of, the adult female both gave the mental command to retract their helmets and their armour obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the curtain raising of a puzzle box. With tender smiles on their faces, Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the milliped behemoth that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The giant creature had its consistence raised out of the burning sea and was launching a flow of acid from its fanged mouth. With a roar, Michael punched the colossus in the middle of its body with all of his strength, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its eubstance. The wad of Demon spirits howled in pain as every blood vessel in its foresighted body ruptured and its eye popped like a blusher balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the trance, he would let probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

Blind and in agony but still very very much alive, the Titan hissed and launched a Dark Pulse sinewy enough to obliterate a mountain range. With golden flames automatically burning along the steel, Michael swung his blade and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive power like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a arrest, Michael raised his steel and gripped it with both hands. With blinding intensity level, the aureate flames around the vane surged upwards, multiplying in size of it over a hundred sentence every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of fire, the Titan was filled with apprehensiveness as it sensed the colossal get-up-and-go within the lucky flaming. At its pique, the sword was the path of a halcyon burning at the stake tornado, larger than any crack on Earth. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent leaf blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : Burning Moon Slice !"he bellowed as the good time slammed into the Titan, ripping its headland and the upper one-half of its body in half.



"Angel Art : shaft of circumstances,"Gabriel said, holding his deal out to the helmeted bird of Jove launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his statement, over a c electron beam of light began firing from his hand, each deflexion and straightening out with the lucky voulge blade at the close leading them. The vane of energy and the gargantuan wings collided with each other like hummer in the air. Such a feat was impossible without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his upper was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the heavyweight without ending his original go. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundred of monumental energy blades bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten loads of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the dateless stream of blades striking it with unstoppable mogul and literally chopping it to composition. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"Raffaello Sanzio called, giving off a radiant solar flare that was lustrous than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright Light and shielded its heart, giving Raphael the perfect opportunity to swing his blade and lop off one of its paw in a bingle diagonal. The giant howled in agony and clutched the bleeding stump as the lop helping hand fell into the burning sea with a monumental splash. Spinning around, the titan swung his buns in an attack to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raphael stopped the massive attack with one bridge player as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slit it off with only one drive of his sword.

"monster Art : devil Slash !"the heavyweight roared, raising its one soundly script and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five invisible sharpness that were each powerful enough to cut through a architectonic plate.

"Angel Art : Gates of Eden,"Raffaello Santi calmly hummed, holding out his brand.

Before the solidus could reach him, a prosperous logic gate, as large as the front of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the plan of attack. With the holy energy that the logic gate was radiating with, the inconspicuous blades couldn't even slip between the bars.

"angel Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the Titan could even realize what has happened to it, a wooden crossbreed that was twice as vauntingly as the imperium res publica edifice fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its intense weight unit and blasting its black heart right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the dark Pulse of a tiger titan with a mat of pinion on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of water appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drain that lead to the can of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the burning at the stake eatage, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the Titan as a potent tidal wave. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flame before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the Crusaders all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and sinner and pulverized them.

"monster Art : Debt retrieval !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its footing against the ceaseless flood. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as dozens of huge skeletal hands reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like rubber to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart combustion with authority and power.

Intercepting the bony men, bully daggers of ground burst from the ground in the midst of the growing sleeve, crushing them like twigs in the nipper of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning eradication !"she called, launching a devastating dash of electricity down into the water.

The titan howled and snarled in agony as it was electrocuted with decent energy to power an entire res publica. Bridges of electricity arched between its quills, its bod 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 wash over it, but Rosmarinus officinalis was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in gyration and drawing a great anchor ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a gentle shade and shined like the wizard. With a roar, the tiger Titan volley from the open of her sea, claws barred and black fire burning between its jaws. With a thunder of conclusion, Rosmarinus officinalis slammed her medal against the centre of the ring, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded energy that was six feet in diameter. The blast struck the Titan in the pectus, instantly freezing it and the intact forming sea.

With the beast and the photoflood now a giant ice carving, Rosemary shot towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the stop dead Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nose with all of her intensity. Simultaneously, the entire freeze down structure exploded into icy powder, killing all the daemon and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The engagement suddenly became silent as a deafening roar shook the islet of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to handle their auricle to try and block the crippling noise. In the distance, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar shell before crashing into the 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 fauna, large enough to snap up a Titan in its jaws and kick aside a lot like an exercise clod. It was Satan, the first Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, vast powerful arms lined with blades, serrated claw that were twice as long as his fingers, massive offstage that could hide the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a face that seemed like a mix of a Canis aureus's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monster, towering over everything they had come to make love and fear.

"So the vigilante returns. Normally you would flee to the populace of the living at the smallest polarity of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new power, but it does not count, you always were and always will be nothing compared to me."Beelzebub laughed.

"That's where you're incorrect. I have transcended to the spirit level of the gods and gone far past your puny world. 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 arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! ogre Art : Apocalypse eructation !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a vermilion blast so powerful that only existence of the position of Hell Prince and gamey could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing weighting of the energy it was giving off, Energy Department so dark and muscular that it could wipe out a city of people just through its ambient cosmos. The blast itself was so right that if launched from the sun during a full alignment, it would obliterate every planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with dread and reverence for Baltoh as the shine of the blast made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Satan released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on atomic explosion going off between his jaws, Old Nick fired the colossal beam of light of blood-red vitality with almost ten fourth dimension the intensity level as Baltoh's old rage attack. The DOE washed over the Celestial Avatar like a deluge of magma and surged out over the ocean of fervidness, sending burning tidal moving ridge in all focal point that could consume entire rural area. Flying out from the satellite due to its curve, the beam of light shot deep into the hollow space, soaring for several seconds before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"Funny that you promise me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is dead !"the Tempter cackled as the smoke cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Lucifer's eyes widened in brat and everyone gasped, unable to believe that someone, even Baltoh, could take a blast like that head-on and survive. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the dear you can do, then you are even lower than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE sin ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingerbreadth.

the Tempter suddenly released a bone-chilling screaming as his dead body went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his energy to finally release itself like physical structure heat and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his entire body was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hell Prince gave an excruciating howl as every bone in his body simultaneously snapped and his trunk began to crack in on itself. He raised his power floor as high as they could go, but he was basically trying to have got back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every open blank space in his body began to fall in under the strain, his check ivory being reduced to powder, his vein and muscles tearing themselves to shreds. As the execution continued, his body began to shrink as the weight of Baltoh's energy began compacting his corpuscle themselves, pushing them so close together that the negatron were grinding against the core group and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and Old Nick's whole body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and heavy as a total darkness golf hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into quad where it exploded in a blinding flash, having been converted into raw vigour by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's save moving. We have a whole interior of a major planet to illuminate out."He said.



The face of a Gargoyle had been carved into the islet of the Damned with the jaws open in a furious bellowing. A colossal pit served as its pharynx, leading down into the depths of nether region. The pit was the size of a meteor Crater, allowing for entities as large as Satan to make it through, while the sides were lined with countless staircase.

With Baltoh, the garden angelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the sharpness of the pit, one of the unloosen spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, blaze will no longer be the cradle for evil but its punisher. I will exterminate every last ogre and Gargoyle and pick out away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of mint. genus Selene, molly, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the garden angelica and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his hand and a sphere of light appeared in his laurel wreath, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully crystalize it from that field, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well experience just jumped off a drop at night and there was no other slope. genus Selene and rosemary watched the extend side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of human skeletal frame. 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 barriers and confinement that even I won't be able to fracture,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The only difference is that this is his world, his universe. Down here, he makes the rules. I will be able to defeat most of his obstacles and rules, but we are on his turf and he has the house theater advantage."

Baltoh and his group finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a solid new human beings. In the aloofness, a metropolis of crimson sandstone, bones, and undead Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree woven into wickerwork social system stood against the burning background. The buildings ranged from modest hut to intact jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screams of the masses inside being tortured by evildoer. The urban center itself was larger than New York and held a much magnanimous population.

Just like with the Burning Pastures above, the land around the metropolis was completely wasteland and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of sickly vomit-shaded cloud swirled above their capitulum. The sky of netherworld was different from the sky of land ; it was… bigger. It was like the clouds were a great deal higher in the sky with a with child atmosphere, providing an overpower feeling of exposure, like a shiner caught in the open with a mortarboard flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the tiptop of a spate of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid smell as flames streamed out from the faulting. The mountain had a mute tempered crown, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very rump of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned soul dragged across the Burning Pastures and cast down into the pit to fall down to the city. This thought was proven by the 1000 of doomed souls that blanketed the great deal, naked and moaning in pain from their shattered skeletons and their normally lethal injuries. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sine of everyone on the spate, and for the people he deemed free and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his wooing of armor, recruiting them into his armies while the criminals and shamed souls were ignored. As the raining Crusaders organized themselves on the versant, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the urban center of wrath, where the great unwashed who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torture everyone else. They are the sinner. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the heller, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a declaration, and they become person like the rest of the fiendish forces. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner population, this city is their largest hive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Satan's domain of a function

As he spoke, Selene and mollie were looking up at the writhing sky with oddment."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are underground ? We didn't even diminish that far,"Molly pondered.

"It's true up, we are in the planet of snake pit. However, this is a world that does not obey the born Pentateuch. This is a realm of mysticism and phantasms, not scientific discipline and reason. The Department of the Interior of the planet is a whole other humanity of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his digit up at the way out of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling swarm like a towering dagger of stone from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a deadbolt of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering ophidian of electrical energy squab into the swarm beside the pit, but there was not a clangour, an plosion, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a muddle in reality itself like a pipe. In the city, the gaunt followers of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in terror, having watched the bolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to aim the metropolis ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to admit away the business leader from the evildoer once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not suit the professional of the dungeon."He replied with a steely feeling as he snapped his finger's breadth. Beside every wooing of armor and crusader, a winged entire appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall bring down the bulwark of this city and bear on our military blockade on netherworld ! Let these Sinners know that their malefic aspiration and wretched souls stand no probability against the power of luminousness ! Decimate this bastion of iniquity and put these monstrous emotional state back in their berth ! Everyone, blast !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of confidence and dedication, the Crusaders answered the margin call and began their charge. half of the winged entire took to the air while the other half galloped down the side of the mountain with their massive cleavers in hand and their armour shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the slope of the deal and gasped as the reformer flew and galloped towards the City of ira. Leaving their torture victims behind, the Sinners gathered at the border of the urban center in the ten of zillion and prepared their defense. As wave after wave of glistening fighters surged down preceding him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smile on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a rum grin on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the potty 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 index to slay malign once and for all. Back when I was just a intercrossed, I would never have dared of going up against the hell Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the strong point and ability to make my dreams come confessedly. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against his, while drawing her blade with her destitute manus."Let's go."

As the flood tide of warriors approached, arrow and bullet train were launched from the city by the millions as the Sinners fought with arm from all across sentence. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's armies, but could do no hurt to the horse cavalry or their riders, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny blast. Sprinting down the steep mass, the occult stallions panted heavily with each step but felt no tiredness or loss of forcefulness. Their powerful brawniness shook and warped as their hooves struck the ground, shattering the native sulfur like immobilise dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their heads like blocks of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their firmness of purpose to bump off their teaser, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their assurance and dedication grew in strength. By the time they were halfway down the mountain, each Crusader was glowing like the moon, joining together into a effulgent ray that blinded the Sinners below.

In one great clangor, the ground troops slammed into the phone line of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusaders used the sizing of their bowed sword to achieve out and knife thrust and adhere the evildoer as their fly steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their ivory like twigs. Dead or fatally wounded Sinners turned to ash as the last traces of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the horde of Sinners like a tank and labour deep into the city.

Gargoyles and devil filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the wing horses flew through the air, maneuvering between each daimon as the Crusader would contact out and thrash them with their artillery. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beams of light source, scene from the wings of the horses like the plumage pointer spell. The luminosity muscularity burned their physical body like window pane, 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 existence. As he remembered, the edifice of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of sticks from undead tree, but they served a role other than building material. The walls, floors, and ceiling also served as prisons for unredeemed souls with their trunk packed inside past the point of being crushed to death or suffocation. Every soundbox had been pierced scores of times by blade rods that served as reinforcements for the buildings like the 2x4s of a house. The bodies were pressed against side sides of their wicker cages like net income of piano conducting wire with blood streaming from the cuts that each limb had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in pain from their distress and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the mind of each soulfulness to identify their sinfulness. To those he deemed innocent or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his judgement and created a suit of armour for them to adhesion to so that they could link his ranks. As raining light beam of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the buildings and felt grim to his stomach. The people they were saving were locked in torture devices and undergoing contumely that darkened his mind with painful memories from before his birth as the loan-blend. The evildoer had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round from a storage tank shot through the air and detonated five metrical unit from him, unable to follow any closer. He turned to the mechanically skillful freak, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human bones. The sinner inside loaded another round of golf and fired, but just like the first, it exploded before it could touch him and the fire and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his bridge player into a fist and instantly caused the cooler to flip into the air and dematerialize, taking the passenger with it to the kingdom of nonentity. A chorus line of tumult reached his spike and he turned with a humble smile of amusement as a crowd of Sinners came sprinting down the street with several Crusaders on horseback chasing them. The sinner'cadaverous feet clacked on the sett ground as they ran desperately, ineffective to head for the hills the social reformer. With powerful swing music, the men and women hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeletons like rotting sticks. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave truehearted bowknot of their heads.

"Celestial Art : Carving Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her script at a mathematical group of monster, she released a knock-down jet of backbone that seemed to form out of the air itself. The good time was just as large as a theology Ray and it washed over the Demons with each texture striking with the power of a high-caliber bullet. The fiend howled in pain as their eubstance were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty bloodline and sleety flesh streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the cloud by a deafening roar that shook the burning at the stake sky. A great Titan lowered itself from the clouds with a eubstance that looked like a mix between a vulture and a firedrake, with jagged plume, a recollective neck, a fanged beak, and serpent eyes. It released a bone-chilling screech and a night beat appeared between its jaws, strong enough to take out the whole city. Before it could release the blow, Baltoh snapped his fingerbreadth and chains of light reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the colossus, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its beak disappeared. He snapped his fingerbreadth once more and the Ernst Boris Chain constricted until they ripped the creature apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheer echoed across the city as the concluding dying belly laugh were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any city on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of invidia was in their sights and hearing range. Shrieks, as in high spirits as pennywhistle and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending tremble crawling up everyone's spinal column. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Hades and his mogul. Standing on the shore of the inky dim sea, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the atomizer. They were chained to the ocean story, staring aimlessly with glassy centre and pallid faces. Many were chained to the beachside drop, forced to weather wave after frozen wafture slamming into them and the demonic shuttle and crustaceans of Inferno picking and feeding on their bodies, with every combat injury instantly regenerating so that they could continue to find pain. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their casted light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"Damn it, I hated this place the most when I came here,"Rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of envy, the seat where those who let jealousy run their lifetime are damned and punished. Just as Prince of Darkness, Prince of ire, ran the Burning forage and the metropolis of Wrath, Leviathan, Prince of Envy, is in controller of this ocean. Here, the unctuous water poisons their eubstance like barrage acid to symbolize how envy poisons the thinker and it weighs down on them with crushing power, just like how their tactual sensation of inadequacy crushed them and made them overjealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the Demons and Gargoyles underneath the open, torturing them without pause. Now the only things they envy are those that no longer exist. This place is tricky, as it has the bully number of colossus and it is difficult to enjoin who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the spirits in the immediate area to cipher out which ones were shamefaced, and which ones were clean-handed. Those that were driven to put crime and caused trauma because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the victims of man nature had their chains broken so that they could rise to the surface. But even though they were still cognisant and sentient, they floated on their abdomen and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another U. S. Army of winged suits of armor on flying horses to recruit the freed mortal and off the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shift water, immune to the affects of sombreness as they reached down into the water with their two-handle sword, slaughtering the Gargoyles and brute of iniquity just below the surface. Any suit of clothes that weren't fighting bonded themselves to freed prisoners, granting them their king. The light energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged mind and gave them the firmness to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam deeper below the surface to escape the massacre, thinking they would be dependable. The iniquity beasts were filled with terror as the Crusaders and their horses dove below the aerofoil, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible speed, they followed the beasts abstruse and deeper into the water supply, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A km from the beach, the ocean floor dropped into a step continental slope, that seemed to delve into the sullen depth of nether region. As the Crusader chased down the pathetic creatures, their weapon and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

oceanic abyss in the shadow, a smashing eye opened.



From the shifting waving of the ocean, a colossal whale outburst from the ocean. Its mouthpiece was open and to the full of jagged teeth, its dorsum was covered in spike heel, and it was large enough to bust up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the body of water, swallowing several hundred reformer in the process. Cricking his neck opening from slope to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, able to draw forth and relinquish the Energy without even using his consistence or a source. The beam of light of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and collapse out of the rachis of its fountainhead, destroying half of its skull and all of its encephalon. The dead beast sank below the airfoil as the bottom-feeder puppet immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another bang-up splash tore apart the surface as a monolithic set of tweezer reached out and tried to snatch up the flying Crusaders. They managed to avoid the massive claw as the behemoth rose to the control surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four curing of pincer and a hind end like that of a Scorpio. A Dark beat began to file at the end of its cut and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning disc of Department of Energy appeared above his forefront and guess towards the Titan, expanding to the fauna's sizing. The magnetic disc collided with the colossus's look and vertically sliced it in half. Once the steel reached its stinger, the charging shadow pulse rate exploded and ripped the dead body apart.

Shaking the entire sea, a vast legion of Titans began to seem from the darkest deepness of the sea, each resembling a creature from Earth. There were sharks that just had circular pits of tooth instead of mind and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with brand of bone, crabs that had spate blanketed with castles on their shell, blade fish with saw-toothed shot that could give the sack Dark Pulses from the tip of the steel, and millions of diabolical pirana that were individual cells of a single Titan.

As the legion formed, one final entity rose up from the astuteness. The creature was as large as the Tempter with slimy green skin, an apish organic structure, webbed fingers with sharp pincer, outstretched wings that looked like the skin of batrachian, and a headspring that looked like an octopus with almost a hundred long 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 residuum of you kill those Titans."

Rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet heart-to-heart and a grinning on her fount."Actually headmaster, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't mind testing my speciality 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 mind. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you want to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smiling held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The Scheol Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hands, but an blowup rocked against his head and drew his tending back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with sess wafting from her palm.

"YOUR SKELETONS WILL LIE AT THE butt OF MY sea FOR ALL OF infinity !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and snap towards them.

The Valkyries and Archangels split up to hedge the attack and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his flank at Leviathan and launched a burst of burning javelins.

"Angel Art : theology Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the size of it of office buildings.

"Angel Falls Art : Spear of luck !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a show off cloudburst of blades of halcyon light with each balance beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning obliteration !"genus Selene called, launching a crackling bam of electrical energy from her palm.

"Celestial Art : crystallization Ice Ray !"Rosemary dramatis personae, drawing a lens of the eye in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : spit Of Edward Douglas White Jr. fire !"mollie yelled, raising her weapons system above her school principal and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of pearly flames and surged towards Leviathan with enough heat to sunburn infield.

Combined with the onrush of the other archangel, the vast shower of technique slammed into Leviathan like a XII riot slugs, knocking him back and drawing forth a howl of pain, but causing no visible damage to his body. Stepping out of the cloud of smoke, he only roared in madness and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a swarm of batrachian tongues. As they shot forward, fanged mouths opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as well-off as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"Well it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"ejaculate on male child, there is no way we'll beat him from a aloofness. We're going to stimulate to get up close and deliver some literal legal injury,"rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to spare our asses ! He'll never let us live it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her backstage and flee towards Leviathan with her sword in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and plunge into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now countenance me to show you the true benefit of being god, the one thing that only someone in my conference can achieve. Celestial Art : Animal Kingdom Siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his custody together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous thing began to take place. affair was forming from virtuous energy and rearranging itself into specific compound and particle. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino acids, and they in turn joined together to create cellular telephone. Jahvey could make Angelica Archangelica, Tenebrous could create monster and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could make life.

Announcing their arrival, eagles, war hawk, and falcons, all orotund than giant and each with greater ferocity and strength, swooped down to begin their battle. Every plumage on their consistence was glowing faintly, showing the protective vigor sealed within. Showing no fear, the birds of prey obeyed the will of their creator and attacked the Titans, snatching them right out of the piddle with their tenacious talons. The Z daemon desperately attacked the birds with Dark Pulses and early tour, but their technique had no affect on the chick whatsoever, as their feathers were acting as energy transmitters that cloaked them in a protective aura, and the vitality they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their nipper tearing through frame and osseous tissue with ease, the chick threw their prey into the air and finished the Jehovah colossus off with their wings, cutting through the demon'dead body with their feathers harder and sharp-worded than katanas. origin and butchered body parts rained down as the titan were chopped to musical composition, completely lost against the superior creatures.

With his custody still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the tour, creating more creatures in which to vote out the Titan with. Sea snake, miles long with bodies so large that they approached Leviathan's size of it, rose up from the depths with roaring yowl. Each ophidian had glassy black eubstance, decorated with patterns of glowing yellowness lineage. The spine of their heads were guarded with lustrelessness of bone spikes their eyes glowed with power. With furious roars, the serpents dove down into sea, gobbling up every behemoth that came close to their jaws. With powerful chomps, they crushed the bodies of the Demons like goober carapace and swallowed them whole, carving down their numbers like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, dozens of the titan all turned to Baltoh and released their colored impulse at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his creations would die with him. The blasts washed over Baltoh like a torrent but were unable to even tint him, being deflected by an unseeable elliptic shield that stood whether he willed it or not. As the bam shrank and split into their last flickering beads of shadow, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this sentence with his fingers interlocked."supernal Art : Almighty timberland Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the heavyweight like the tentacles of the squids that filled their membership. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy offset as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the Mrs. Henry Wood like beast caught in set concrete, the Titans snarled and roared as they tried to break free of their wooden prisons, but even with all the posture in their consistence, the Natalie Wood held inviolable and carried a deadly power. Not only were the Tree infused with vast amount of money of light source energy to undermine the toxic mien of the undead creatures in their grasp, but they were also draining them of their power. It was as if the tree diagram were digesting them as the ocean floor was colonized.

With town-sized birds attacking from above, sea serpents almost as large as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing trees bursting from the ground like capitulum from a booby trap, the Titan had no way to get out their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the rest of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flame brand drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast flurry of slashes. Butchered patch of build were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to tag end by their swords. They all had confident grinning on their faces, ineffectual to believe that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a shout of determination, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic bombardment of punches and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a demarcation of sausage balloon. Even without using any kind of speed-enhancing spell, she was moving faster than the man eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

Down below, Molly was launching blades of steer from her meat cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like Tree being hit with the shockwave of an nuclear explosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her whole. As she fell down its pharynx, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solid ice. With a smile, molly released a raw burst of index from every column inch of her body, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into art object. Having been rescued, molly looked down at Rosmarinus officinalis, who had a lens of ice DOE hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, mollie blew a kiss to her lesbian doxy and rosemary responded by forming a V with her index finger and middle finger in front of her face.

Their toying was cut short as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing tooth, Rosemary cast her spell."Celestial Art : Nuclear Flash !"

A blinding ray of visible radiation flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heating and lethal quantity of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stopover as the outer layers of their shape were reduced to ash, every cellphone having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic burst of push. Materializing her cleaver, rosemary threw the weapon with all of her lastingness, sending it flying through the air like a backfire and causing the burned tentacles to explode into dust.

Several loud howls echoed from behind her as a group of tentacles tried a surprisal attack. Clapping her hands together, rosemary cast her next spell."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fire streaming from the bound and forming a hypnotic fag end, her spinning chopper returned and scoot past her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a 1 flaming strike.

"Rosemary, fare on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosemary caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the pit Prince's immense 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 mouthpiece underneath the webbed mat of severed tentacles."Demon Art : Book of Revelation Eruption !"he roared, casting the Lapp spell that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone move !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, mollie, Rosmarinus officinalis, and the Archangels desperately tried to escape from the blast but many were caught within it when the ray was finally let loose. Shaking all of pit, the crimson balance beam of energy was launched with an atomic explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial fanfare and the Archangels caught within the beam were instantly dematerialized as every atom in their body was converted to pure energy. The beam shot off across inferno, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken urban center of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the Hell can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his feet, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : timber Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea storey, tree diagram that could strike hard aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a vertical pack around him with massive branches grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal mob then formed from the vertical ring, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the back grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison house can go for me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Revelation Eruption.

"This isn't a real prison house, consider it more as a cradle for my side by side foundation. supernal Art : woods flush !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his hands together.

As the vault of heaven of crimson energy charged between his jaws, a leafy ramification salvo from the binding of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the branch, the Inferno Prince screamed in pain as more than branches began to split out of his flesh, forming massive tree in a issue of sec. Throughout his consistency, unstoppable branches were shredding his muscles, crushing his veins, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the arrant places to spread out and debilitate him of his energy. Desperate to avoid his approaching decease, Leviathan cast a nameless healing while and reached out with a tonic flowage of biting tentacles, but before they could even total near Baltoh, they stopped utter and were blanketed with heyday.

The wood continued to get and thrive, devouring Leviathan's consistency and stealing his free energy. By the meter the spell was complete, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his bone were serving as the handles for unnumerable massive Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, almost every muscle and Hammond organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his frame remained intact. The Prince of enviousness had been killed, and in his death he had brought forth life.

With a grin, Baltoh turned to his lover and friend."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah damn it, there is no way that he is going to let us populate this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting 10 of gazillion of new reformer while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the early side and reached the next country of Hell ; a desert of dark sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his grouping stood at the boundary of the expansive desert.

genus Selene's eyes widened."This is the position where you were born ? Where you first came into creation as a daemon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these jet-black dunes, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my stallion life here slaying Demons upon their birth. This barren landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the infernal region Prince Lucifer, the first fiend that was originally a fallen archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a takeover against God Almighty. Here, the souls shamed of the sin of Pride are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the Demons, serving as a work force for building monuments and also as courtesan. This desert serves a very unique function beyond just being a circle in inferno for which to punish the imprecate, as it also serves as the birthplace and greenhouse for Inferno's Demons. This is where they all come into beingness, born from the iniquity of human souls that can no longer endure the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the Lapp job as with the others ?"mollie asked.

Baltoh cracked a grinning."absolve the innocent and slaughter the Demons, the staring way to spend and afternoon."



A unceasing army of towers and memorial stood among the black dunes like tombstone in a cemetery, each made from an obsidian-like Harlan Fiske Stone formed from the ash tree of crumple skeletal frame compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a forest that endured the strike of a nuclear dud. In the desktop, a vast lake of swirling fire stirred in an eternal maelstrom, and every second, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the ira and malice human being on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, vast blocks of this Harlan Fisk Stone were quarried from mountains and under the sands by the striver of inferno ; men, women, and kid, all with rags for wearing apparel, emaciated bodies, and iron masks that were clamped around their fountainhead. Moaning in pain as they worked, the hard worker moved the van-sized stop of stone to the repository being built, all while their daimon headmaster barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would keel over from exhaustion, the Demons or Gargoyles would gang up on them like vulture on a refreshful carcase. Men and male child would be eaten awake, too tired to cry as the physical body was pealed from their clappers. Women and girls were raped to death and then their shredded bodies were devoured. After a few bit, the butchered remains of the striver would regenerate and the damned soul would fall back to life, only to be put to ferment once again. From the millions upon trillion of meaningless statues, pyramid, and tabernacle standing in the backbone, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the first light of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed respective hundred miles of desert and fought through the beast of netherworld, the follower of Baltoh had come to the final stint of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon seance in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to deplume faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The devil's holler jumped in loudness as the sled came to a sudden stoppage and did not move, no matter how arduous she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew blanch as she laid oculus on Selene, blocking the way. With a yowl, the demon cracked her flaming whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the coil could even snap back, the Demon's arm and capitulum were sliced off by surprise attack by molly, who delivered the lethal blow with a powerful lilt of her arch blade. The teras only had sufficiency time to give a single dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

Hearing the call of their Sister, all the Demons and Gargoyles raised their read/write head in alertness and cursed as the Crusaders came into sight, flying through the sky or galloping across the priming. With their whip in one paw and weapons in the other, the demon leapt into natural action with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the social reformer, Angelica Archangelica, and Valkyries slaughtered the Demons by the thousand, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and repository, creating more wooing of armor and freeing those he deemed devoid or undeserving of torment. So calm that he might as well have been taking a amble through the component part, he annihilated every demon that came close without the tenuous trend or thought.

Above his promontory, Selene and the others were decimating the military group of darkness with spell after while, obliterating the daimon and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy forcefulness was continuously getting reinforcements in the form of new Demons and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of Fire, hungry for butchery, and the newborn baby fiend would claw their way up from belowground, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an minute had passed since the fight began when the signaling hollo were heard, letting everyone know that Beelzebub had arrived. It seemed that the hellhole Prince of pride wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The fiend and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach path, laughing in the authority that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became quiet, economise for the thunder that had not ended. Yet there were more roars radiating from the background, thick with might and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the victor of agony. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ hitch calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'genus Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive solar flare up of brat as she remembered the world power of the Master of anguish that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a looking 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 figure as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with match, each with their own giant steed. He must get created them himself or used his powers to forcefully adhesiveness the heart of Demons to organize them. All together, I must say that their magnate is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his chin with the metal plates on the backs of his finger and hand catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely capable to suppress her fear. Baltoh inclined his chief as he tried to read their approaching power levels.

"If they all combined their power into a single plosion, it would be the size of a solar system."

genus Selene's panting was clayey as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal sum of money of zip, but her mind was just unable to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to pass 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 serious-mindedness in his vocalisation. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his handwriting with her helmet open and a look of dandy worry and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it potential for even someone like you to withstand such and attack ? Can you win this battle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the coming clash was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the primer. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have more organized religion in me than anyone else in macrocosm. What does your organized religion tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"good. Now don't worry about me, just plain back and check the show. I think its sentence I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one close buss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smile on her face.

"genus Selene, what's going on ?"mollie hollered, wiping the Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to consume care of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let loose !"

Molly gained a spacious smile of exhilaration, eagre to see what power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! victor Baltoh is going to oppose !"Rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to remain and see the friction, Baltoh's orders were obeyed and a full hideaway was set in movement, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the conflict would set about soon. With the help of turn from the Valkyries and garden angelica, all the reformer zipped across almost half of a yard miles of desert in a second and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"backer Art : Heavenly View,"Michael cast, holding up his hired hand. Like a monumental movie silver screen, a canvas made of virginal Light appeared in the sky above the crowd of millions with a real-time perspective of Baltoh at the field. He was hovering in the sky, watching the inkiness swarm flurry in the distance.

Everyone covered their pinna as a deafening boom rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the distance that had been traveled. Covering their pinna, everyone looked up at the screen as the Masters of Torture arrived, riding on the backs of Titans as they escorted the Hell Prince of pridefulness. Like Satan and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able to easily pop a Titan with a single swat of his hand and destroy a mountain with a sweep of his tail.

morning star was built differently from the other hell on earth Princes so far encountered, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic build and mannequin to it, and instead of one head, he had seven. The seven humanoid heads each stood at the end of a yearn powerful cervix, with each head lacking heart or a nose but instead having pointed auricle and shark-like tooth. Six of the heads each had a French horn protruding from the top of their head with a crest looped around it like a ring, but the 7th heading had four of each. daystar's whole body had a much more revolting coming into court the other Hell Princes ’, for instead of scales or hairsbreadth, his material body consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscularity, grotesque and dark like a burn mark wound that had completely pealed away the flesh and singed the muscles underneath.

His prospicient bladed keister swishing from side to side with excitement and his annexe keeping him aloft without a ace flap, Lucifer looked at Baltoh without any eyes and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a thorn in my English and the deterrent in the growing of my ground forces. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you jump out to dry land before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally ready to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not sleep with about Satan and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his subdivision crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those doormat in their place and ended their pathetic lives once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven heads cut off. I, I am the strongest of the inferno Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and pattern over the Demons and the Masters of straining ! In the rank of blaze, only the Maker Lord Tenebrous has with child business leader than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create more pit Princes with a cinch of his fingerbreadth ! You're in our world traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so confident and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the captain of torment and Titans around and behind Lucifer. This only drew another laugh from the snake pit Prince.

"After I was cast out of Heaven, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the Saame obvious error that the others made."

Six of the seven question then looked in opposite directions, each spitting out a Horror Obelisk like a projectile and lodging them at the border of the battlefield. The seventh school principal looked unbent up and opened its jaws, and six triangular dagger reached out of the rachis of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a sphere of darkness hovering in the center.

"FORCES OF HELL, LEND ME YOUR potency !"he bellowed as the six Horror Obelisks 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 domain of darkness above his seventh head, while channeling the power of their behemoth mounts through their own bodies. With the mogul of a C Masters of Torture and Titans pumping through his veins, all with their strength multiplied by the horror Obelisks, match's free energy levels more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a face of surprisal as he felt the blaze Prince's power levels skyrocket without any sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well acquire the commode of Hell through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of envy, everyone struggled to breath and stay on their human foot as the Tempter's major power story weighed down upon them like an total ocean. Finally, a cracking eye opened in the center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a promising red ten-pointed star for a pupil."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprised, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to have been for nothing."

With a roar in reply, Phosphorus opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an apocalypse Eruption, several times more powerful than the Tempter and Leviathan's. This fourth dimension, the instinctive effect field that stood around Baltoh was not unattackable enough to keep open the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the backbone of his hand, hovering in that same point with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum cleaner behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the fire, making Baltoh grit his tooth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the big businessman truly universe apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was capable to launch so much force with just one of his promontory was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven school principal together to form and cook the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's eye widened as match's throat met his view, the Hell Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's brain reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his aloofness, Baltoh reappeared at the bound of the battlefield and flicked the air with his finger, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as knock-down as a meteoroid impact. Lucifer was thrown back with ripples traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his pass and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his power isn't the sole thing that has been enhanced…'

"devil Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, Lucifer shot out his knife like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh loyal than a high-caliber bullet. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in blades of osseous tissue. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible steel of vertical muscularity, slicing the extremity in half down the middle. Undeterred by the injury, the two halves of the tongue went in opposite word guidance and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal steel, slicing off the Split portions of the tongue. match showed no signs of feeling any hurting, and with a whiplash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed tongue. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to grab him and reappeared to the position, launching another leaf blade and severing the tongue. To the audio of match's booming joke, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Snake affect. Tch, what a pain in the neck,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his paw."Celestial Art : asterisk Birth."

A small sphere of red sparkle shot from the tip of his finger, flying over to Lucifer and entering his bothersome head. In a deafening holla and a blinding flash, the head was ripped apart by a toy nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the demolition of his capitulum, but within seconds, the singed flesh could be seen quivering and regenerated as the top dog was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : Woodland prison house,"Baltoh cast, clasping his hands together.

On a scale leaf never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the ground beside Devil and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a ring around the hellhole Prince while branches grew out from the interior and grabbed his limbs, extension, and heads. The tree was so large that it had more than three metre the flora biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a roar, Lucifer opened up his next head and vomited up a waterfall of pitch blackness sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The gunk poured down onto his simpleness, instantly causing the wood to turn grey with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in pain in the ass and morning star opened the jaws of his fourthly head.

"Demon Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a car gun.

These totems were different from the Horror Obelisks and Inferno abysm, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty metrical foot in tiptop, surrounded on all four sides by human underframe frozen in a flavor of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a immense mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most muscular atomic explosion with their combined power. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his weapon crossed and a facial expression of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of envy, everyone was watching the scene with look of awe and fright, waiting for their savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a make out and stark arrest as every atom within its border sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which affair loses the power to move. All the expanding gasses and debris in the explosion were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the blowup suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the priming like a sandstorm with the sudden loss of the wind, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the slide looked at the screen raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ top executive absorption, transformation, summoning, poisonous loony toons, and energy blasts. If my theory is correct, the concluding two head each have their own unique power.'

"monster Art : spectre Nightmare !"daystar bellowed with his twenty percent head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of torture and giant came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the pit Prince completely disappeared, not just from eyeshot, but from all other sens. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his vim, or otherwise find any trace of his zip throughout Hell, Cinereo, or Heaven. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this ability is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a king to block my senses…"

"rightfield you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in repugnance, believing the battle to be over, but the Valkyries and Archangels all had confident smiles, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught beat losing to a piteous attack.

"Celestial Art : universal joint Plague !"Baltoh called out from at bottom Lucifer's mouth.

A minute of arc after the promulgation of the piece, friction match released Baltoh and howled in pain. Everyone watching the cover of light back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained grin of rilievo and joy as it became obvious. Lucifer was swinging his one-fifth header wildly as his teeth and physique slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a green moss-like stuff. It was a flesh-eating computer virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetite for Demon physique and Demon energy. With all the power in Lucifer's trunk, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Lucifer drew a foresighted dagger-like blade of red and black steel and used it so sever the infected brain before the virus could spread out. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A blade that seals purport with which it cuts, a very ready to hand power when fighting fiend and archangel. But I should admonish you now, that brand will deliver no more affect on me than any of your former exponent. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"tone ”."

With a hollering of frustration, Lucifer cast a piece of healing to revivify his heads and then brought all seven together. With the pass forming a gang and each looking in the center, a sphere of red and black vigour began to take shape, rumbling with instability. The sea captain of torment and heavyweight were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop of push they had into Satan while he charged the sphere. After only a few instant, it was in a whole other league from the Apocalypse irruption, groovy enough to possibly rip a hole between proportion or induce the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your feeble attempt to harm me. It is fourth dimension that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the empyrean reached critical mass.

"Please, the most mightily Hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most powerful bacteria. Allow me to show you the reliable power of a god. ethereal Art : astronomical sound judgment. Celestial Art : Universal Sculptor,"he said with a oceanic abyss haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of consummate melanize matter materialized, as tumid as a mountain and more sinister than the scout of an approaching army. Everyone watching the battle, be it Crusader or maestro of torturing, gazed at the sphere and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even friction match was filled with alone awe and fear. It was a black trap ; a misprint orb of subject so dense and heavy that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human being discernment. It was a beacon, the end of all intellect and disceptation. It was as out-and-out as it was foreboding. The only when reasonableness why it wasn't causing the complete and tot destruction of the satellite from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal Sculptor charm to shape the laws of natural philosophy themselves, allowing him to change or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold back on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the Shirley Temple Black hole's gravitational drag to spill out in a small controlled release.

In a roar so loud that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every grain of sand within the black desert and every drop of the liquid flames in the Lake of Fire were pulled up towards the quantum uniqueness. Every metric grain of sand from every undivided human being smell that crumbled away within the dunes from all across time was pulled into the dark and destroyed. Back at the glide, everyone cursed in disappointment as a cloud of surging pitch-dark sand blocked his or her position like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Lucifer reabsorbed the world power of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the forte to cast shields firm enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty minutes in which cipher moved, the last grains of grit and drop of liquid attack were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temple and altars, adorned with bronze statues of Angels and Archangels. Radiating from the tabernacle like ripples in a pond, towns of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forums, theatre, and rowing of mansion from mansions to huts. It was an entire web of cities.

"Damn it, I can't relocation,"Devil cursed, barely able to speak. He wasn't the merely one cursed ; every master key of overrefinement and behemoth was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my last. Now, determine the truthful difference between our strength and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep authoritative voice as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the black muddle shattered into tens of 1000000000 of marbles, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitational consequence and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the battlefield with each weighing as much as a unhurt virtuoso. With the Laws of physics altered, Baltoh released the swarm of marble down onto Satan and his minions. Falling like indestructible meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without mercifulness, piercing the Hell Prince and each Demon uncountable meter, each experiencing an execution like twenty consignment of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

the Tempter, the Masters of Torture, and the behemoth didn't even have metre to scream as their bodies were perforated tens of meg of times, each filled with more holes than a ravisher sponge. From the speed and superpower of the falling marbles, aerosolized Demon blood filled the air and flesh, muscle, and os were shredded as if in a liquidiser. Upon contact with the ground, a immense dust cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the grease, basic principle, and endless layers of stone, using only their weight and momentum. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a single trace of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In place of the battleground, a massive pit had been carved into hell on earth, deepening every second as the blanket of blackened hollow marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thunderous applause upon the takings of his followers, all shouting and clapping from his fabled defeat of the Hell Prince and a small U. S. Army of Titan-level Demons. The meliorist were all jumping up and down comparable minor on a trampoline, the garden angelica were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, Molly, and Rosemary pounced on him as if 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 truthful challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the net of Rome-like cities scattered across the urban center. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when Hell was under the jurisdiction and control of Jehovah and Heaven. The Angels and archangel lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this region for their crimes. Originally, there were hundreds of these urban center scattered across Hell, like the garrison that dotted the Roman borderline walls that served as small townspeople for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the can of Hell and took it over, turning it into a land of Demons."

"fountainhead Master, with the Ash field of operation and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"Rosmarinus officinalis mused, relighting Baltoh's grin before he turned to his Crusaders.

"reformist ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his powers to increase the index of his voice so that everyone would hear him. The armored followers all became understood, eagerly awaiting the next ordering from their commander.

"I am lofty of all of you, you have all helped me regenerate Hell in the epithet of visible light and justness. However, you can not surveil me past this point, as my next destination is the Dunes of tree sloth. You are all to pass to the Sea of invidia, the City of Wrath, the Burning Pastures and the rest of the Ash playing field, and retain freeing innocent souls. I know the side by side circle very well, and consider me when I say that it is better if I bring as few hoi polloi as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and thwarting 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 phone 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 domain we've crossed. If you truly wish to attend to me in my journeying, you will do as I say."

Cursing in letdown and frustration, the loyal meliorist obeyed Baltoh's gild 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 city, peering into the home plate and edifice as he sampled the lost culture. genus Selene, molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the solely ace with him, the rest of the Archangels having left with the meliorist to serve fight any giant of Masters of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to figure out his true reasoning for sending away the abandoned U. S. Army. Stepping into an abandoned house, Baltoh picked up an saint statue made of Hellsilver, respective sentence onetime than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying more than aid to your surroundings. After all, obstinate to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the former habitation of your predecessors. Humanity is far older than you know, and the garden angelica that came before you are the ones who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the next desert and keep going through Hell ?"molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those laws that I said even I couldn't falling out ? One of them mastery cause through Hell ; you can only move from one circle by crossing through the others between you and your terminus. Basically, as far as crossroad over through the proportion with holy person office go, you can only jump back and forth between dissimilar areas of the rophy 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 high-risk, the dune of sloth have even more rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping retentive length, and no super-speed. The but way to baffle the desert is on animal foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his turf,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to walk across the entire circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his feet hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't occupy 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 signboard placed on the side of the construction, taking a second to decrypt the unusual dialect of Enochian.

"The sand dune of Sloth have another name, they are known as the Desert of the lost. It's a shifting sea of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin that can hide and let on anything at any time. It also causes hallucination. If we took our army in there, we would be lucky to do out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very unique classification of levels of Inferno, in that the Hell Prince is the acres itself. Belphegor, the nether region Prince of laziness, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his spirit is fused with the Desert of the Lost, meaning that entering the expanse basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to form intellection, but his energy and tyrannous world are still rich and powerful. The Demon and Gargoyle population in the desert is unsufferable to measure, as they can be swallowed by the sands and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be small to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small-scale cavern sleeping room, gazing with almost a sad aspect on his face. The walls were decorated with trinkets and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblets, dagger, and flint-lock pistols, to closed chain, flaskful and watches, all ranging across clock time on earth and each tens of yard of blaze yr old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were slip of clothing, chainmail, and even armour. A knoll was strung up across the bedchamber, made from tree from the isle of the Damned. The spelunk entranceway looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering heap spire in the very outskirts of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entrance and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your home ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew weary of struggle, I would do here to kip. I picked this cave because the sand dune of sloth are the last place anyone would dare look for me. Even Masters of Torture and giant are afraid of forever becoming lost in the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. But luckily, it's just close enough to the Desert of pridefulness so that I can obtain it and leave it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his fingers through the strips of material hanging from the cap.

Selene picked up an old pouch watch from one of the shelves carved into the wall. It looked so flimsy ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a ikon of beautiful womanhood. The Methedrine expression of the watch was so cloudy and scratched that the custody and figure were invisible and the picture was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even figure out the woman's hair color. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be Sir Thomas More precise, they are the property of the people that I am made of. When people come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their dying. horse, soldiers, copper, public executioner, fathers, Logos, brothers… Their combined purport and wills created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every recession of the pits for their belongings, trying to empathize who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my nonstop Demon mass murder from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hummock, making it creek.

"Damn, it feels like it's been yr since I've been here. But considering the flowing of time in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human Earth and get this place still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven branches of the hillock, remembering the clock time and skill it took to make and flashing back to each individual part.

Selene had a warm smile on her face, getting a unique satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"seminal fluid on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With concatenation linking them together, the group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any chance, he refused to chance losing anyone to the sands. The going was far wearisome than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy dune is difficult, but unlike the dune back on Earth, the towering hills of moxie did not stay still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like waves on the choppy sea, meaning that walking a neat line and staying balanced was unacceptable. Everyone gave the mental order for their armor to disappear, greatly lightening their weight and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a bedamn challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible March and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his flank, but after rising five off he primer, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in shock, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a taste of sand.

"What the inferno happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his entirely physical structure shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the earth becomes the sky. This desert is thick with reality-bending linguistic rule that not even I may violate. I can't even cast a spell because it will immediately evaporate and reappear in the space around the satellite. If I were to try and remove the desert with a Joseph Black cakehole like I did before, it would appear in space above the isle of the Damned and nigh potential devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of water in his helping hand, only for it to go away in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"molly asked.

"We must hang in. Be patient and don't let your resolve to keep moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any trouble. Don't worry, I may not be able-bodied to swan any tour, but I am to a greater extent than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, prison term bends in elbow room that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the back of a sand sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a huge freight ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean story, the receding dune had lowered the sand tier and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of people, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with expression of low-down suffering on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for help. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new gumption dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"Rosemary asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the other multitude in Hell. The Desert of the Lost serves as the prison for four kind of sinner ; suicide dupe that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their pain, lazy worthless sponger that helped no one, cowards that allowed crimes and calamity occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their life history to one thing and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is round-eyed : they denied themselves the Earth and chose to subsist in swarthiness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their hurting from life in an sempiternal cycle while their mind are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning power of Belphegor.

Suicide victims and people who brought forth their own misery and sadness into their minds are played their lives over and over again beneath the guts, acedia and Noel Coward are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were live or stood by and allowed tragedies to pack place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in life and turned away from the mankind lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived animation, all the while, Belphegor floods their minds and souls with miserableness, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant. It is a atrocious fate, one that truly bunko game my heart when I think about it. But we will not be able to help any of them until we defeat tenebrific and move out him from powerfulness, so we must continue onward.

Everyone be careful, as your minds may very well become your forged enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandy sea.



For a completely immeasurable amount of time, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got easier. More time was spent waiting for a sand 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 power seeping into their minds, causing each of them to go through nearly-crippling desperation, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with pity, ira, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his sworn enemy, even when they fought together against the Demons. He thought he had finally let go of his hate when he came to Hell, but now it was returning. He always believed he would surpass Baltoh and be the one to drink down him, but the bastard was always unattackable than him, wiping the trading floor with the Archangel in every fight, and now he was a god, spitting in the brass of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The solely thing nifty than his hatred was his shame, pity that he allowed himself to go down so far and Baltoh tor rising so high gear. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his sight began to obscure and his hearing became muffled.

Next in telephone line was Raphael, he too experiencing genial turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and listen him say. He had been right every fourth dimension, shaking Raphael's belief to its marrow. The fact that he had transcended to the commode of Cinereo and could ensure both light up and darkness as well as the power of the world proved that there was a level of divine index that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the urban center that stood in the late Ash orbit, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when Scheol was different. He had always been told that Godhead created Eden, nether region, and world and brought onward biography. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a god of match power to Jehovah, came later and managed to steal pit from the saint themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create disembodied spirit like Yahve and Tenebrous could create Angelica Archangelica and monster, but he could create real life, giving entities two life story clock time in existence. Was this why backer and garden angelica fell and became Gargoyles and demon ? Did they lose their trust in Jehovah because they new the truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jahvey and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these interrogation, grit began to cling to his skin and apparel, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a bunch of masses, entombed in stone with looks of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the ground lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the gravelly jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the sharp protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause impairment. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their feet and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain of mountains was Gabriel, shaking his head from side of meat to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pound sterling. In his mind, he began to reflect the possibility that he would not survive this journey through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like flies, he had seen armies of social reformer rise up and exempt the innocent souls of Hell, and he had seen the unsufferable become unwashed. But now a mere desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the form, practically powerless. They had made it so far through inferno, but now the true power of its dark was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the fauna, trying to face the god of darkness while literally walking through his bully advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this prosperous. All he has to do is snap his fingers and create an US Army of Hell Princes to down us while he and Baltoh combat in an unavoidable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should receive come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely unaware of the grueling sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in line of descent was Molly, who felt so sick that she almost expected to throw up. While she walked, her brain had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to search into. Memories of her torturing and death at the hands of the daemon back in New York were seeping into her subconscious like ink on albumen fabric. She had shed her mortal consistence and had one that held no scars of her agony, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel body, and she had even been versed and found love, yet she could not shake away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the underworld is legal injury with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to have moved on, but it all feels so refreshful and recent. Maybe something really is incorrectly 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 first thing I do to portion out with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the roll in the hay is incorrect with me ? ! I'm nothing but a do-or-die working girl, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and low as her mind began replaying her anguish in vivid detail over and over again, all while her body moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red center glowing, the conglomerate of evildoer roared and managed to unloosen his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy tide. No one paid any care to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walking in straw man of molly was rosemary, struggling to act through the sand dune while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a common cold stone in her bureau, yet uncertainty and despair was pumping through her veins. Not too long ago, she had been intimate with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a wild-eyed bond of love, she gave into her mystifying, dour, shameful desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a snatch victim with her so subservient and degenerative that she would have allowed a group of stranger to gang bang her on his slight whim. Then, after that bond was made, he reduced her to one of his concubines, using her as just an element in an orgy, where she threw herself and obeyed the cleaning lady she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual playthings, and she would forever be too eager and uncoerced to change it. She wasn't his fan ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these rick lies were repeated in her idea. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No issue how intemperate she tried to agitate it off, she could not rid herself of her concern, fear of the future tense. She was only a few foot from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more detached. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their feelings for each other, stiff as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human life history ? Had the openness she felt for riot and letting him fuck other charwoman been her subconscious mind trying to tell her that the way she felt wasn't real ? That their dear 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 think that God loved human and loved his Archangels, but after listening to Baltoh and earreach that God couldn't attention less and didn't bother to get involved, she couldn't aid but marvel if that was the Lapp fate she and Baltoh would plowshare. Baltoh was now God Almighty ; he was an Jehovah immortal. What Bob Hope did she have of being able to hold on the interest of someone who could regulate the existence itself ? How could she keep the care of person who could produce lifespan and change reality ? With such a vast difference of opinion between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their love, or would this be like a teenage fille trying to asseverate a relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another country that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these query over and over, her consistency was flooded with desperation. She was so panicked of the candidate of the end of their relationship that her whole physical structure was trembling and she could not keep bout from running down her cheeks. With her senses beginning to fade, she reached out to tint him, as if to visualize out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my life. You're the only man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My entire globe has been completely reshaped all because of you and my love for you. If we drift apart, then zip will ever make me happy again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able 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 talk."Michael, while our powers may not have been compeer, you were my contender and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to fuck the truth and I'm gladiolus we can finally be friends, because your loyalty was so much like mine that we could have been like crony. I have always regretted that he had to be enemies instead of allies.

Raffaello Sanzio, even if your faith is lost, don't suffer yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the existence, shape your own earth around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is false, your mission, your duty, and your identity are as true as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never leave anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my lookout man. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost trust in ourselves. That is where unfeigned strength comes from ; resolve and confidence.

Molly, you are far warm than you give yourself credit. It is unheard of for an Angel to recuperate from cicatrice in lifespan as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the frame of affaire, as that only means you were too potent to let your dying slow you down and ruin your future. You truly are substantial and it's why I love you.

Rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be well-chosen for the adhesion we share. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would fulfill you. You are important to me, and I will always restrain you in my heart and love you. I love you, Rosemary. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those words, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warm grin."Even with my reverent mogul, there is no way for me to properly evince how much I love you and how I always will. I could ingest every headliner in the universe and write a poem in the sky, describing my veneration to you, but I would still consider it a failure to exhibit you deepness of my love life. I could create a planet with lifespan, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to germinate until it is able to make a sound so beautiful that I would use it to make a philharmonic to try and let you know how well-chosen you make me, but it would never be good enough. Selene, I love you with all my kernel, the heart that I have only because of you."

The mightiness of his Word instantly took affect, eliminating all genial poison of the Desert of the Lost. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a weight unit being lifted off their shoulders so neat that they couldn't remember the last metre ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's locoweed returned to their original sharpness and the slow-forming membrane of Edward Durell Stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio crumbled into sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with Molly falling to her knee joint, rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his paw against her forehead, and genus Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the weight of his speech, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the dune of Sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our minds the totally sentence ?"She whispered in his ear with her side buried in his cowl like an fauna in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to secernate when you are hurting. I figured saying the Son you all needed to hear would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with rosemary below, nuzzling his hand like an warm cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's words, everyone followed him with renewed dynamism. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to vote out Tenebrous, and everything would be all right. With Baltoh leading them, they could not go. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and More conceal dangers and enigma beneath the guts. sand dune would roll up aside to reveal cocooned spirits with expressions of agony, Demons and Bleaks that would surface for only a second and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journey, they even encountered rover of the desert.

The anathemize someone were few and far between, but they all had standardized tag for clothes that covered their torso and almost all carried some kind of walking stick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost Ones. These are the souls who wasted their life story in selfish and fruitless obsession, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all senses, and because of it, they are often the first ones to go insane. I'm not certainly if they can even be saved at this detail, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to convey with them, as we are naught but ghost in their world,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped mind to toe in ragtime to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, look ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a swarm of sand and dust was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"Damn it, that is really going to slow us down."



Forsaking easygoing apparent motion for security, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armor forms, using the cause to keep the twist and Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin from blasting them. While the going was deadening before, everyone now ducking in the twist as they tried to take the air through the splashing moving ridge of gumption had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to harbor his centre and face from the Baroness Dudevant, ineffective to do anything to stop it in the desert. He had to play by Tenebrous'convention while in inferno, and that meant enduring through the dune of Sloth. profile was almost nonexistent and keeping unfaltering ground was following to impossible. In just a few hour, everyone was basically walking in their own sandlike world, only with the mountain range between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to figure out where the part had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the wind died down and everyone looked up, gasping in horror. A sand dune, as big as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, import before the dune fell and enveloped them.

Being tossed through the tides like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for dear life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this violent storm, there was no telling what could go on. Wrapped in a tissue layer of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very dingy presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a world power darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the kickoff time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his middle, as the range of mountains around his waist suddenly became slack. The chain had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the sand, grasping her hired hand.

She held on desperately with terror radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's strength, her paw slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the jurisprudence of Tenebrous siphoning whatever king he built up, Baltoh could do nada as he sank mystifying and deeper into the desert but worry about genus Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the sand around him disappeared and he fell into assailable place, as if he had been swimming in the ocean 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 blood with everything from whiz to major planet, all inhabited solely by Demons, Gargoyles, heavyweight, and Masters of Torture. Compared to this galax, the population in hell on earth was little more than a tiny spit of the population, like comparing a small-scale bacteria acculturation to all the life-time on Earth. Even though it was an actual galaxy, the blank space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and sound to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made perch particles look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the core of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the creation in second base, he came to the absolute heart of the beetleweed ; a fiery whirlpool as encompassing in diam as an intact solar system, and hovering over the center was a disastrous throne, made from human and Demon bones. Sitting in it was a grotesque being, the queen of Scheol, Tenebrous.

The god of iniquity had a somewhat similar physical body to all devil, but was mostly unparalleled. Instead of grayish black, his skin was a deep bloody red and he was far More powerful than any ogre or Gargoyle, with black spikes running up his legs and forearms. He had three sets of hooter, two like a goat's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his down in the mouth jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old horns, and above them hovered a crown of Hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a cape that grew out of his lower binding and reached upwards past his header with five bony ridges keeping it strict. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a Brobdingnagian webbed hired hand. His eyes were sooty with fervid irises, he had slit-like nostrils instead of a humanoid nozzle, and his abnormally large humiliated jaw had three spike-like tusk protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight feet in height, practically a gnawer or insect when compared to the heavyweight or Hell Princes, but his power was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day longer than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally conflict person as powerful as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His words literally carried so practically weight that anyone of archangel level or downcast would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrous stood up, holding his arms out to his sides."Behold ! The U. S. Army of Hell, hired hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and take your powers, I will disembark from Scheol and use this galaxy of following to conquer all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my acquaintance ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my domain and demolish everything I have worked to build. I decided to just bring to me so that we could oppose this battle once and for all. Your friends are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to survive, I suggest you try and tick me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore blade of red and black metallic element, the same variety of metal that Lucifer's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate struggle begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a diagonal chop shot to the neck opening.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a major disappointment if you think you can struggle me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a undimmed flash lamp as their brand met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the light receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their rear to each other and thirty feet of space between them. Almost the entire vane of Tenebrous'blade was gone and the demon King had a huge cut going through his chest, carving through the will side of meat of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his center.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and igniter bending around the jet-black blade."And you're a major disappointment if you think I would campaign you with a sword of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the matter of a black fix and has the Same density and system of weights of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitative pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic tier. For the transitory mo, it is able to absorb light itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, take in your actual sword and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true demon King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an conjuration, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very good, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are suitable of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your petition and case you ; no illusions, no laws, just raw power."Appearing in his hand, another claymore appeared, this one with a blade of condense Hellfire, almost like the contract flames of a star."Now let the conflict of the divinity truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and shut away swords.



Selene's bright leafy vegetable eyes opened and she groaned in discomfort, feeling like a skid that had been tossed in a drier. Without moving, she looked around through the bill of her helm, but could not discern any of her surroundings, as the glass was covered with some kind of gooey meaning. While her hale body ached, she managed to lift her hand and wipe off to the highest degree of the slime. Blinking to make her visual sensation, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in repugnance. She was inside some kind of carven with the wall, level, and cap made of slimy frame. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her foundation, glad she was wearing her airtight armor as she realized that her unscathed consistency was covered in the mucus-like goop of the sarcoid cave. However, her hair was hanging out of the back of her helm and it had turned to rope from the slime. Trying to stay on on her pes, she raised her energy levels, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her representative echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the piece of tail am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the sound of her own voice.

"You are in the abdomen of Baal,"a shadowy voice murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated walls for the source of the voice.

"In here…"the spokesperson whispered as a modest shudder shook of the folds of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the flock, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were engaged peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt looking on his fount and blood oozing from his wound that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Circle of Gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to live suffer until the end of time inside the Hell Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you piteous man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail main and tried to deplumate him free of the sarcoid prison, but his limbs almost appeared to take in fused with the wall. She gave another drag, but quickly stopped at the audio of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh diddly, I am so lamentable,"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 twelvemonth, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to feel my body get peeled away by those tiny bugs and the strength pulled from my body by Baal. There is zero that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't trouble, you'll be gratis soon. My fellow is going to bolt down Tenebrous and release all the sinless somebody. But I need to know, have you seen anyone in here with armor like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was snowy. 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 hallway to the sound of her clinking armour, Selene had her power levels raised to illuminate her way of life, knowing that there could be danger around every corner. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The paries around her were filled with one-time gluttons, all locked within the wet sheepfold and in different degree of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

Leaping over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking audio and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a cloud of the leechlike Gargoyles, rapacious and eager.

"Celestial Art : tongue Of White Flames !"she shouted before pointing her paw down into the pit and launching a deluge of fire almost as hot as the aerofoil of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a slight pyrosis !"she said to herself with a grin as she listened the wow and pops of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all dead, she ended the spell and looked down into the pit to see the damage she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the inside of the overweight tunnel didn't even have a ace burning mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden culmination of the bulwark countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine shaft, the corridor ahead began to conclude in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her position. All the people trapped in the fold of the wall moaned in bother from the sudden move. Hoping for different results, Selene aimed her hand at the tightening tunnel."supernal Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her eyes from the lighter, she fired a massive beam of electrical energy, hoping to blow the tunnel back undefended. The closing tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it unscathed like starving man stuffing his side. No damage had been done ; her attack was a failure. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a kid in a slide. After falling a hundred ft, she was tossed out into a new sleeping room and on a camber along the side of a pocket billiards of gastric acid, as with child as a pond. With the speech sound of movement echoing from the shaft behind her, Selene cursed and leapt across the commons bubbling pool.

fizzle as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of superman that covered them. With whiplashing swiftness, they pulled genus Selene down into the pool and the gastric superman consumed her. Beneath the surface, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the courtship airtight, but she could already find the disgusting liquidity burning through and melting the outer layers and her fuzz had already been disintegrated.

draft forth her leaf blade into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a large flap of her offstage, propelling herself out of the syndicate. Having landed on the other side with her armor now looking like a melting wax sculpture, she quickly clapped her hands together and cast a healing while."Celestial Art : Time replenish !"

Through a small form of time change, she began to mend her armor, returning it to its archetype DoS, and even regrow her onyx hairsbreadth. It was very standardized to the repairing roadblock that the Angels used in fourth dimension of exorcism.

A loud scuttling phone drew her tending and she raised her head with a curse. Crawling out of the plication of the sarcoid walls were zillion of the worms and spidery parasite that Selene had seen before, all voracious and bold.

"saint Art : Holy tan !"
Shining brighter than a point spark, a deluge of golden fire surged down from the next corridor, forcing Selene to cover her eyes and shield herself with her wings. The holy flaming filled the bedroom like a flood, incinerating the parasites but leaving genus Selene unharmed. As the dope cleared, Selene opened her flank and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"darn, am I glad to see you,"genus Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any familiar faces, believe me, I'm gladiolus I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to get Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's body is basically one giant meshwork of stomachs and the interior are almost completely resistant to damage. My trance and blade just slide off corresponding oil on water."
"wellspring if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just take in to determine a real passing, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal vent stood in the background knowledge, larger than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing forth smoke and pure molten gilded instead of magma. palace and dungeons had been built into the side of the vent with goddamned souls streaming in and out, either going in to encounter their penalisation or coming out with gold bricks tied to their physical structure with barb wire, weighing them down to the point where they could barely displace and lacerating their material body. For over a c international nautical mile, the Edwin Herbert Land surrounding the vent was overflowing with flock of personal self-command, taken from those condemned to the rophy of Greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artifacts stretched from across time, including objects such as Iranian coins, facile jewelry, and bricks of dollar bills. Forming a halo around the junkyard was a mountain chain of nether region, leading to the veins of molten amber beneath the land. There, the blessed souls would thrash about their glossy weights back into the fervidness and march back to the mint to retrieve it in a solidness form so that the summons could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery pits was a barrier of flock, literally making it a circle of Hell.

In this world, there were four variety of punishments : you either carried the atomic number 79 to the pits where they would be melted back down and flux back to the vent while barbed telegram cut through your muscles like a hot tongue through butter, you would travail in the vent to make the Au bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to mellow out off the bones, you were thrown down into the quarry where you were boiled in liquified amber with your dead body always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the mass of bangle or valued metals, forever feeling your pearl shatter and your organs collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

Molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would mean sealed death if it drew the Hell Prince to them. There was little chance for survival against Mammon, Prince of rapacity.

"So where do we go ?"Molly asked, looking around to clear for certain that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the maledict souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the border and Bob Hope we can give unnoticed. From there, it's all a thing of trying to regain our armorial bearing. But I know zero for sure, as I have never been to pit. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the really outskirts of the true circle."

"Intruders !"a Demon howled pointing down at them from atop of Hill of rip clothes.

With a boom, Molly pointed her mitt at the Demon and launched a blast of lightning, but the brute dodged the blast and returned with a Dark pulse, all the while alerting every demonic entity in the area of their comportment. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the attack, causing it to bend and commute direction midstream.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the ground, a bony hand reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to project out where she had gone. Before he could even realize he was in her shadow, she decapitated it from behind with a baseball swing of her arm. As his tar-like bloodline splashed the ground, the roars of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, ogre and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to constitute for the border !"mollie said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the ground, the two battler swerved between the flock of dust with the military group of underworld firing ray of light of energy down to try and hit them. Each missed beam would cause a dynamic explosion, throwing artifacts and trapped souls into the air like touch of grease. As they glided at top upper, a skeletal hand fit from the priming and grabbed Molly's ankle. The evildoer was not nearly strong enough to defeat her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerky was enough to destabilize molly and direct her wheeling across the ground.

"Molly !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot preceding her.

Molly looked up and her center widened as a building-sized pile of amber bricks was directly hit with a Dark Pulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the pile to run over and forge an avalanche of crushing metal. Normal gold could never smart mollie in her normal form, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could burst bones, and she could not become nonphysical and pass through it.

"Celestial Art : crack cocaine Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a heavyweight fan, she created a powerful gale force wind, more mightily than any dry land violent storm. The right wind and the blades of energy it carried repelled the bricks of atomic number 79, hurling them back at the demon in the air. The animal were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken bones and a few from getting melon-sized yap blasted in their chests. With another tizzy of her extension, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A earsplitting thunder pushed aside molly's acquired self-confidence as a erratum mountain of old possessions erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the signifier of a colossal turtle with armor wooden leg, neck, and font and fortress on her back, brimming with cannons. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red beam eyes, the polo-neck swiveled her cannons in their direction and began firing Dark pulse, tossing the fighters through the air with the plosion 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 burst and landed roughly on a tidy sum of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to stay low to the solid ground. If we go up above the piles, that affair will shoot us out of the sky,"Molly said as she picked up a empurpled 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 land. I bet Selene and Rosemary would get a bang out of this matter,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the terra firma, Molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like rats through a maze, with the turtle quickly losing slew of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"demon Art : nicety shimmer !"the polo-neck bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of death through the junkyard, she caught up to Molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh dump ! Celestial Art : sonic dash !"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 while and chased after them, leaving another path of destruction in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtle took aim with her cannons and hit them both with a direct barrage of darkness pulse rate, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the solid ground with smoking armor like a yoke of racecars.

"I have an estimate, split up ! I need you to deflect it while I attack her bottom !"Molly panted, struggling to rest awake as she used a turn to revivify her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtleneck like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The beams of lightness caused massive amounts of desolation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each impact adequate to the clank and explosion of a propane motortruck. But regardless of the damage inflicted, the fort would quicken itself like flesh through a healing piece, insuring that the cannons were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the wolf, Molly went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : Star parentage ! Celestial Art : aught solemnity !"

She fired the small sphere of red Inner Light as the s spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a illumination fusion chemical reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, finish her !"

"Angel Art : Godhead Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flipped polo-neck with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the turtleneck in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with more power than a plane crash and instantly shattered every bone and photographic plate in her body. descent and guts sprayed in all directions as the turtleneck was ripped assailable like a bloated carcase, sending sword of os through the air that were as strong and sharp as metal.

"Damn, she was tough,"mollie muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not knotty enough. get on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No sooner had the flaming sword been sealed before mollie and Gabriel were both brought to their knee joint by a dark energy on the air, making their limbs feel like dumbbells. The aureole was partnered with a flash monstrous boom, signaling one matter ; they were now at the clemency of Mammon, Hell Prince of Greed.



Rosemary's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was suspended on the wall of a moderate-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's bedroom. A bed with hanging pall sat in the box, with a hot tub bubbling on the early incline of the room. The floor had riotous carpeting and the rampart were decorated with house painting and statues of raw figures, many in the middle of intimacy. There were no doors or windows in the room and no visible source of igniter early than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hues of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the bite of the metal shackles, but Rosemary quickly realized that she was completely au naturel. She tried to draw on her baron to convalesce her armor or bump her binds, but she could not rally up the strength. She was not tired or sleepy, but her dead body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosmarinus officinalis when she blinked. Aside from her black hair and grayish skin smell, the cleaning woman looked exactly like Rosemary ; same body, same height, like typeface, same everything. She too was completely bare, standing two animal foot below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"rosemary mumbled, wincing from the line that was being fatigue into her neck opening by her metal collar.

"The Circle of lecherousness,"the adult female answered as she leaned forward and blew on rosemary's boob, tickling her nipples to good distributor point with her breath. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered at the suddenly spark of foreplay at the comb-out of her exposed torso. She tried to sharpen her mind, needing to regain control and public figure out a way to free herself.

"Are you the pit Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this state, but"Prince"is just a wacky moniker. I have no gender or physical structure other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this sweet sinless eubstance,"she said coyly before running her tongue up Rosemary's flat belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the mall of her chest.

Rosemary's breathing became flying and shallow as she tried to suppress the powerful rush of arousal and horniness that swept through her. The sensual touch of this stranger's clapper against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to need extra special care of you, so I decided that since you are an supererogatory especial guest, I would show that Hades isn't only about pain and distortion. You can also bask in dateless joy,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of Rosemary's adolescent knocker.

Rosmarinus officinalis turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to Master Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a subdued moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger's breadth into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy, swirling it between the soft lips. Rosemary could feel something different from this speck, like the woman's finger carried an electrical charge. It was as if she were working a novelty shock toy in her slit, making it succeeding to impossible to conquer her pleasure.

"This is lecherousness Lightning, the baron which I use to electrocute the cursedly souls here. But this is a peculiar endowment for you, you'll experience pleasance that will mock your wildest fancy,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosemary's perky titty, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the peach flesh with her tongue.

Rosemary's whole body was blushing red and every breath carried the gentle moan as she desperately tried to suppress her arousal and sustain her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her clothes were gone. With her branch secured to the cold Harlan Fisk Stone wall and the metal shackles biting her physique and keeping her from being capable to resist Asmodeus, Rosemary's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her thighs were soften with the wetness from her moistening pussy and she was crying in shame, having given her eubstance and mind to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the early end, Asmodeus had worked three fingers into Rosemary's cunt and was fucking her furiously while licking off the teardrop that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't concern, sister, you're my dimension 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 smooth legs pressed together, but ineffective to overpower her restraints.

Ignoring her whine, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's kitty. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her long serpent-like tongue, gently prodding rosemary's slit with the quivering tendrils. Rosemary struggled not to react to the burning pleasure between her legs, but small cracks of violet light were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low impact of lust Lightning to bug and shake up her.

Kissing it as if it were the lip of her lover, Asmodeus locked her lips with the lips of Rosemary's dripping pussy, hungrily drinking in her juice. Stimulating her clit with her sass and flexing her long wet tongue inside the velvet interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a maestro, making it next to impossible to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was outside Asmodeus'castle, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The archangel had seen the"Prince"of lustfulness snatch the unconscious Valkyrie and take in her to the high tug of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the gates of her mountain-sized black castle, deep in the rocky crags of Hell. The castle was split into three column that pierced the black roaring cloud and made the skyscrapers on worldly concern look like two-story hut. It was made from the petrify physical structure of naked men and adult female and along with being formed and placed to provide social structure for the castling, they were also arranged in complicated positions like frozen professional dancer, reenacting scenes of copulation, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower pillar where phallic shaped, and between the trio of spires, ear-splitting wisecrack of violet electrical energy would arch across the stormy sky like the machines of the Frankenstein story. lust Lightning surged through the towers in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to shine like lights. The invariant shock brought Forth River screams of agony from all the hoi polloi used like bricks to score the statue, experiencing a deadly burning several times each minute of arc.

Unlike the rest of Hell, the sex statistical distribution of the daimon was adequate, with both male and female person creature coming out to fight him. The rest were in the castle dungeon, raping the hard drink that had not been used to take a leak the structure. Women were raped to the head where humans would die, forced to experience the painful sensation and humiliation of interminable Demons all taking turns on them, tearing them to pieces from the inside out with their barbed cocks and feeling the Lucy in the sky with diamonds sting as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle bodies and onto their bare form. Often, their knocker or ass boldness were devoured or the womanhood would be forced to eat the butchered pieces of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly cruel circumstances, being secured in smoothing iron Maiden-style Cage that had fag end piercing their limb and body, as well as a length of setose wire holding out their knife. The lone percentage of their bodies that weren't covered by the cage bars were their overlap, where their penis had been forced to take full erections by the world power of a rigidity spell. Unable to locomote or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female fiend used them as pleasure hard worker. However, like their male counterparts, the genitalia of the distaff Demons were more harmful than any human or animals ’. Their pussy were like meat grinders, with the national walls lined with ridges and blades as grueling and sharp as methamphetamine hydrochloride. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to cut up away the shape of a man's fellow member like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot more rip and mutilation, only for their combat injury to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to copulate like breeding bulls, the men would wail as their cages shocked them almost endlessly with luxuria Lightning.

Firing Spears of destiny from his manus to dispatch 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 point danger.

"Hang on Rosmarinus officinalis, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his blade and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'sleeping room, Rosemary too was coming. Against her will and determination, her dead body had given in to Asmodeus'accomplishment and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, drinking in the juices that sprayed from Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy like a hose. As rosemary achieved her orgasm, her oculus began to fade in color as she entered a trance-like commonwealth. The ritual was taking affect, her soul was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie trench within the shadows of your brain,"Asmodeus said with a grin as she kissed the comatose Rosmarinus officinalis on the lips.



Rosmarinus officinalis slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the 1st virtuoso that greeted her. Was it the discomfort in her binding and articulation from her hunched-over spatial relation on all fours, the dripping of her saliva off the rubber gag in her mouth, or the touch sensation of the dusty floor and shackles against her wrists and ankles and the metal collar around her neck opening ? Her psyche was a fuzzed blank shell and her trunk felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpeting. She wasn't sure what the survive thing she remembered was and her grass were fluctuating randomly as her semiconsciousness slowly faded.

As her center and muscle began to regain their sharpness, she tried to push herself up but could not move her hands or feet away from the floor. She was shackled in place on all fours. Seeing how far she could load, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of brightness on a insensate tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a crew of people, forming a anchor ring around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to draw forth her wings or armour, but neither appeared, regardless of how hard she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't break them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chortle of amusement from the men and women watching her, making Rosemary blush in mortification at the way they mocked her and stared at her naked body.

The clacking of high cad drew her care and a cleaning lady came into prospect from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a black wench, a gray suit jacket, and a pair of glasses resting on her nozzle with her hair's-breadth in a bun. Her human face showed a mix of seriousness and boredom on her nerve as she flexed a riding crop in her hands. Rosemary tried to speak to her, to call out genus Selene's name, but her gag muffled every Son.

At the strait of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the craw."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my retentivity a complete blank ?'Rosemary pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her back to the audio of Selene's high gear heels clicking on the flooring. Rosmarinus officinalis looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"gap your legs,"Selene ordered.

rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her rebelliousness brought her a hard smack on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious audio echoing through the way. Rosmarinus officinalis yelped as a bite welt appeared on her left ass impudence, but the pain in the ass sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"bed covering your peg,"Selene repeated.

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, spreading her knees as far as she could and putting her kitty on video display. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather whip slide across her inner thigh and brush against the mouth of her pussy. genus Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from Rosemary and sending her excitement skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad girlfriend, and now everyone gets to keep an eye on as you get put in her plaza,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but loud sapidity, causing the smooth tegument on her keen ass brass to take in a slight swell.

Hearing her words and feeling the stranger'eyes boring on her exposed consistency filled Rosemary with both embarrassment and arousal as her submissive side began to let on itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. Selene began smacking rosemary's ass with indulgent yet stinging strikes, making her shiver in pleasure as she was disciplined for an offense she had no knowledge of. By the time Selene was done, Rosemary's ass was red with transient weal and she was shaking like a folio, desperate for More punishment.

Selene walked back into rosemary's view, making her center as wide as dinner plates. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her fully breasts jiggled with each movement, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nothing but her senior high school heel and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inches in diam and almost a metrical unit long. In Selene's hands were the riding crop and the handle of a leash, the other end being attached to the alloy leash around rosemary's neck opening. With a crack of the unretentive whip, the metal shackles holding Rosemary to the level opened up like handcuffs.

"ejaculate on, walk like a little bitch,"Selene ordered, jerking the triad and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all fours, rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her cunt already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading handling. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's bout ass, shifting from side to side with each pendulous swing of her hips. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that genus Selene was wearing, especially the G-string strap nestled between her ass cheeks. With her strap-on dildo bouncing, genus Selene led rosemary around the room, past the shadowy looker-on. The hidden alien laughed at Rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their twit and harassment only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too decelerate, genus Selene would dedicate a rough yank on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosemary back to the midsection of the elbow room and pushed her face down against the level, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with spittle. Selene raised her foot, holding it just above Rosemary's aspect."biff it."

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly obliged, running her knife across the disgraceful shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like blackguard, and kissing Selene's ft and ankle. Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing rosemary up onto her knees. Wrapping her digit around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of Rosemary, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."Suck it, suck it like a good piffling loose woman,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly opened her oral fissure and wrapped her sass around the rubber eraser genus Phallus, bobbing her head teacher back and forth and wishing it were genuine. The size of it and shaped she loved, but the touch and heat she missed. A intemperately smack to her right wing chest 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 throat. Grabbing Rosemary by the hair, genus Selene forced the whole toy into her lip. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, ineffectual to breath and feeling like she was about to spue. With teardrop streaming down her face, she held still, trying to find some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her pharynx and Selene held her hair. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, Selene let go of her and rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her Kuki and bureau wet with dripping saliva.

Pulling her spine with the leash, Selene waited until Rosmarinus officinalis's breather was stabilise before forcing her to descend back and continue sucking it. Holding her split up rim a centimeter from the head, Rosemary took her last deep breathing place as the layer of spit on the toy dripped onto her breasts. She didn't take the whole affair in her sass, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the spit and applying fresh layer. While she sucked it, genus Selene smacked her breast with the riding crop, making the sensitive flesh turning red with faint wale.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosemary's mouth and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the footing. Pulling on her leash, she forced Rosemary onto her bridge player and stifle and crouched down behind her."Bad lady friend need to be punished, are you prepare to be fucked with this big prick ?"genus Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's pilus and pinched her nipples brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please punish me with that big peter !"Rosmarinus officinalis begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her entirely consistency was shaking.

Spreading the lip of her snatch, Selene forced the toy into rosemary's dripping kitty, entering her without any pause or mercy. Working her fingerbreadth into Rosemary's rima oris, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to motivate as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a upper that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. genus Selene's swiftness just continued to originate, with her large house breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy with the strap-on.

Her sass held unfold by Selene's digit, rosemary looked around the room at the people watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in entertainment and agitation and watched as they shifted their legs from their energetic rousing. The throbbing of her pussy with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a cold machine. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growls of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how fast genus Selene was moving, rosemary wished she could bet back and see her bouncing knocker.

genus Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to pick off the dildo with her natural language and cheeks. Rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious pussy juice off the dildo, wishing she were flexile enough to lap her own pussy. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her cad. Holding onto Rosemary's second joint, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous attainment, swinging her miserable consistence and pulverizing Rosmarinus officinalis's kidnapping with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving sonant cries of happiness as the hard rubber toy was driven into her. Her cheek was blushing red from the joyous feeling of her eubstance being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. Rocking back and forth on the cold floor, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the sight of her bouncing breasts and wishing she could feel them and lick them.

Feeling the approach of her first orgasm, rosemary licked her hands and rubbed her bosom, bathing in the kinky tactile sensation and the unrelenting pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eye for only a 2d when she felt someone grab her hands. It was not genus Selene, as she had not let go of Rosmarinus officinalis's second joint. As her manpower were pinned to the priming coat above her headland, rosemary opened her heart and looked up at molly's face and her bowling chunk tit. rosemary was desperate, longing to extend to up and enclose her lips around the blond beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to suck my breast ?"molly coyly asked.

"Yes mistress, delight let me taste them !"

decision making to be merciful and luxuriate her small sex slave, Molly lowered herself down, laying her house breasts across rosemary's brass. The former Archangel immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimetre of subdued bod with her wet tongue and suction on her nipples like a water supply nursing bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her mighty thrusting, Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosemary's titty especially operose, coming just short of causing contusion. From the masochistic feel of her hands being restrained and her boob being whipped and the enjoyable combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her snatch and mollie's openhanded titmouse smothering her face, Rosemary was sent to the breaking full stop.

She gave a shrill groan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the other ones, there was no jet of climactic juices spraying from between the lips of her pussycat. Instead, the juices from the orgasm suddenly flooded her mouth and pharynx as if they had been poured between her lip. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drunkenness, as she could not find the root and the improver of Molly's knocker on her fount made her feel like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her pinned down and forced her to imbibe it all. While Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the force of the two cleaning lady and the terror of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the orgasm itself finally ended, the mysterious flood of cunt juices stopped running down her pharynx and Rosemary was capable to breathe without job. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her tongue across her lips and throughout her rima oris, gluttonously savoring the taste of her juice as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and Molly shifted billet. With her knees on either side of Rosemary's foreland, Molly set herself down on the sometime Archangel, smothering her face with her pussy and forcing her to cream it.

Reaching out, Molly grasped Rosemary's ankle and pulled them back, completely putting her kitty-cat and anus on exhibit. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet arm of molly's snatch, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt paw tentatively brushing against her unruffled tail end end and her kitty, and they weren't the hands of genus Selene and she was sure they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their finger with her succus and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. rosemary was so horny that she was despairing to finger the finger get across her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

Rosmarinus officinalis gave a sudden and pipe up hum of pleasure as she felt a cushy mouth going to lick on her wet cunt, the alien working their lips on the entrance and flexing their tongue inside, stimulating her clit with expert skill. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the unknown insert their finger into her asshole, working it back and Forth River in the stringent wet squeeze, using her pussy succus as lubricant. As she tried to forecast out who it was, she felt another yoke of hands squeezing her knocker and pulling up on her nipples, and the length of the nails and softness of the script told her it was Selene. The sentiency was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosemary was struggling to take a breath with mollie's delectably soft wet pussy smothering her side.

As the stranger worked their second digit into her asshole, rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something strange about the fingerbreadth, a frigidity hardness on the back of her fingerbreadth. It felt… metallic.

"maestro,"rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her natural language from Molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claws, he had never really used his hands very often during sex, so she never really got to sleep with them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the humble alloy plates on the backs of his bridge player and fingers, and even though he had lost his hanker forked Demon tongue, his great power of pleasure went well beyond simple strong-arm physical contact.

After respective minutes of licking her cunt and fingering her dickhead, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosemary looked up from under Molly's pussy and graciously sucked his digit clean with a feel of adoration on her face as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosemary laid her head back and Molly changed her side, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosemary's facial expression with her firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this lieu, Molly was unable to bind Rosemary's legs back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosmarinus officinalis's legs facing pages, Baltoh hefted his pecker and guided it into her open snatch, dire to find a expectant Mass within it.

Rosemary moaned as she felt him introduce her, stretching her pussycat with his question and ray. The sensation was much sharper than ever before, his stopcock spirit so Brobdingnagian and hot in her slender body. The powerful missile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first base time, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a hammered cuneus. Moving his whole body fast that he would obliterate a mortal woman or even an holy man, he began fucking her with deep sinewy shoves. Rosemary couldn't help but thigh-slapper in happiness as he fucked her into levels of pleasure that surpassed her tempestuous fantasy. He was slamming her cunt with his cock with the same speed that a humming bird used with its wing to hover.

It was less than ten secondment before he gave another scream sexual climax, but this prison term, she was ready for the flood of her kitty-cat juice to satiate her mouth and throat. Knowing how to breathe, she gluttonously drank her pussycat juices, even while she continued to lick mollie's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosemary took a deep breath of ease 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 time with genus Selene straddling her face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lips of Selene's snatch, Rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much different than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricating substance other than just bodily fluids. It was as if her anus or his peter had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dryness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his archetype pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the inscrutable corners of her anus. Without the secret lubrication, such brutal pounding would be unacceptable to accomplish without injury. Rosemary was giving an unending shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the kinky eroticism of Selene sitting on her case, but Molly working her digit in Rosmarinus officinalis's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the number one two times, Rosmarinus officinalis was quickly brought to her third coming.

Not sure as shooting how tenacious she was out, Rosemary briefly lost consciousness from her exhaustion, the toll of her orgasm, and the sore numbness in her low-down trunk. While it only felt like a 2nd, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and knees with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge rubber toy lying mostly in her slit. rosemary suddenly gave a loud shriek as another huge dildo was forced into her unsnarled anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the for the first time time since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully quirky feeling, it did bestow tears to her eyes and take a crap her wince.

As she raised her head, she felt a hand roughly grab her Kuki-Chin and squeeze her cheeks. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a rocky expression on his look as he held his cock up, glistening with her corporal fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her oral cavity to suck it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and forth and blowing him, Selene and molly both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her hip joint and forcing her strap-on into Rosmarinus officinalis's purulent and mollie humping her doggy-style and fucking her cocksucker.

As they reached the perfect machine-like calendar method of birth control, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosemary's masochistic desired and grabbed her head, forcing his entire cock into her lip. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a little. Tears were streaming down her cheek from her charge gag reflex response and she was desperately trying to breathe, but she was on Cloud 9 in terms of sexual hug drug, being punished and violated while looker-on watched like the viewers of ancient Roman gladiator battles.

As clock time went on, rosemary slowly began to ramble towards unconsciousness, and she could swear her grass were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming Charles Dudley Warner and diffuse to the touch and she could no longer sense Molly's breasts against her cover or Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three ways by Baltoh… or copies of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty cock, one was beneath her, bucking his hip and pulverizing her bruised snatch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not feel alarmed by this foreign occurrence, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally palpate him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulder, Rosemary felt the clone behind her clutch her up, so that two couplet of hands could take hold of her own. Looking around in the quoin of her centre, she saw two knockoff, one on either side of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her fingerbreadth around their erect cocks. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attending she could to hand them proper bridge player jobs. With a huge stopcock in each hand, one in her throat, one in her bastard, and the final in her puss, her mind was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even describe the abysmal adept rushing through her unhurt body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any Thomas More, she was forced to open her center as a rushing of pleasure rushed through almost every square inch of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and Molly had returned with knockoff and were all grinding against any exposed spot they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her metrical foot, running their tongues across the sides of her chest and face, and giving her outstretched implements of war tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her body rubbing against the body of someone else, Rosemary had the greatest orgasm of her aliveness. Her eyes rolled back into her header and her altogether body began to resonate. As her torso was flooded with euphoric affectionateness, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the atmospheric pressure of fervency hoses. seminal fluid overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and pussycat, mixed with the juice of her coming, as well as ran down her throat and filled her breadbasket. She was even blinded by thick white current coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to blunder. She was too tired to affect, so she just lay there as layer after stratum of seed coated her body. Before retentive, she felt like she was being submerged in a Bath the thickset white sperm. It was like she was a gold statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her legerdemain with the swayer of the traffic circle of lust lying below her. Both of their naked bodies were glowing with a blue aura as she slowly stole Rosemary's someone. The illusion created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her uncivilized imagery. The spell was powered by her sexual response to the magic trick, with her stimulation accelerating the process.

As she drank in Rosemary's soul and watched her in the illusion, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."shit, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fervent Galax urceolata of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough might streaming from his sword to shatter a satellite. Spinning like a top, he delivered a fuss of slash to Tenebrous, but the monster King blocked them all with his claymore of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to fork up his one percent attack in the back, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the rib with catastrophic power, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of planet, turning them into crumbling rings of fervidness and stone.

"Demon Art : Book of Revelation bang !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered satellite cores faster than the speed of light. Putting Phosphorus's ultimate attack to attaint, he fired a black and red ray of light of vim mightily enough to obliterate a solar scheme.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to falsify his trajectory or slow down.

At the sound of his vocalization, a lake-sized vortex appeared in front of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the void between dimensions where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the screaming flack, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the net planet in the tiny pocket of space. With rubble and terrified ogre flying around them, the two fighters began attacking and blocking each former so quickly that they made light particles look like snails.

"daimon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed major planet, a powerful arm with pulsing muscleman and black plate stretched like gum elastic and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own God Almighty power so that Baltoh couldn't just break free of it without try. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his dresser. Tenebrous smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the Light around it, Baltoh's coat began to eddy and expand with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearance as his consistence seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the cockle cape took shape into a barrel-sized black hole, as strong and lowering as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to devour lightness itself, the black jam grabbed tenebrious with its invisible pincer and slammed him into it like a abide hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in frustration at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to move around his forefront enough to see Baltoh several one thousand thousand of geographical mile away with his manus raised.

"Celestial Art : planetary Cataclysm !"

With a snarling roar, a burst of twisting blast and stone appeared above his point, taking form into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and expectant as a continent. layer of bedrock appeared around the arena, securing it tightly in numberless layers until the high temperature could not be sensed on the aerofoil. With a blue nimbus, the major planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as ocean crashed on its open upon their nascency. Rising up from the land, towering Tree took root, looking for sun. The unit creation had taken only a fistful of seconds to complete and was almost a perfect ecological equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the satellite down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overpower the gravitative pull of the black pickle. Sending pulses of light across the cosmos, the major planet slammed into Tenebrous absolutely on, crushing him with its weight and the power of the inkiness cakehole as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the major planet wrapped around the opprobrious hole and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to make his move.

The answer came with a booming jape and a black supernova of trace ardour, erupting from between the crumbling major planet and the black hole and destroying them both. The night red region surged across the solar system, obliterating the destroyed satellite but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffective to even do near him. In the substance of the gyrating torrent of red region, Tenebrous was laughing as brassy as possible in joy at the engagement. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the inner ear of breadbasket and parcel of land of Baal, dodging the spikes of physical body and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to spit and take them down for digestion. They had already passed through rafts of stadium-sized Chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach acid. While the ken sickened them and they wished they could help oneself, their efforts would make no difference, and without Baltoh to create suits of armor and turn them into crusader, it would only slow them down. They had to get out and reorganise before they continued to deliver souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in dress circle. That's the third prison term we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to envision out the anatomy of this wight and find the oesophagus so that we will have a straight guesswork to the sassing, but I don't think it's that dim-witted. None of these venter seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to provide only space for the damned and allow for the easy bowel movement of those parasites. I think damned soulfulness are deposited here some other way, possibly through passages hidden within the sheepfold of these walls, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a closed racing circuit, but what if he tried to move through it outside of the stomachic piece of ground ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A demon like this must give birth colossal rake watercraft, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can manage to burn through a bulwark of these bowel and part into an arteria, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the organ and hopefully weaken this teras enough to create 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 tissue layer or spell, these rampart are completely protected from strong-arm and energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to polish off that barrier if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a diaphragm at an intersection with a ventilation shaft-sized arterial blood vessel in the ceiling and Selene drew a gentle lens in the air."heavenly Art : watch crystal Ice Ray !"

The resign beam of light sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hosiery and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size every second. genus Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the bedchamber with a growing iceberg. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passage, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the Interior walls began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the flesh, it still reacts to weight and wallop, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the frigidness starts seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the flesh around the circumference of the ice began to tumesce and bruise as the weight unit cut off circulation through the capillary tube, wearing down the protective tissue layer and allowing for the frigid cold to get to do work. With its frigid con game, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a single swing music, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of blood poured down into the bedroom, but knowing that the combat injury could fold and heal itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of Demon descent, working their way through Baal's consistence. Going against the electric current, they crawled for what felt the likes of hours through the arteria. After an unknown region amount of time, the steady period of the pedigree became a pulsing upsurge, slamming into them with all the power of a flash photoflood and forcing them back. Even with their strength, they could not push the powerful beats of the nearby heart and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the pectus bodily cavity, genus Selene and Michael raised their major power levels to burn off the blood and then turned around, facing the mettle of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the size of a warehouse and had a much different purpose than a human's or even nigh animals ’. It had vena reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute blood through the consistency and well over a dozen sleeping room 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 accolade ?"

With a grinning, Michael drew his flaming sword."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downwards slash of his brand, carving through the thick muscle without too much difficulty and causing a flood of panel to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire bedchamber and forcing Selene to accept to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now find our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep voice laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a backtalk of dripping fangs appeared up above the philia, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways gash across the heart out of nastiness. This but drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a nitty-gritty is as useless to a Demon as teeth to a creature that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any time, I could have killed you without any problem, but you proved to be very worry. 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 natural language reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you cite, Baal,"genus Selene laughed."The lone thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Hell Princes was your power to duck his rage eruption. The fact that you still live mean value you either you have an USA of Masters of Torture and Titans guarding you or you're just so large that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pathetic, you lived for over 40,000 years in fear of his shadow."

"Know your place, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to melt in stomach. The only reason why you were able to go up into my arterial blood vessel is because I let you out of interest ! There is nothing you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I bring home the bacon where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a blast laugh. Like a strapper lowering its horns, Selene pointed the peak of her liquid metal flank at Baal's mouth. The mini solar system above her head that had replaced her halo moved between the wing, with the tiny satellite now orbiting around the sun more like electrons around an atomic 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 wiz, a tongue of unfreeze Au and silver shot up from the depths of the volcano, taking shape and curing. A diabolic skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took form with long pincer extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like cornet reaching up from the grinning human-like expression. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscles and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the brass remained without chassis. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming laugh, terrifying mollie and Gabriel. He then raised his hand and a ringing of attack surged up from the sight around junkyard, like the red region fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any fortune of being capable to escape ?"molly asked.

"Not a luck. I doubt even our spells will let us break through that barrier, so our only hope is to fight him and Leslie Townes Hope for the best,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the infernal region can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the magnate of the Prince of avaritia weighed down on her like a arduous backpack.

"Well then all we can do is try and live long enough for help to hail ! Watch out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them clock time to dodge. Knowing that there was nothing they could do to shift the situation, the fighters resolved to just buy as practically time as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning eradication !"Molly called, launching a colossal beam of blue electricity. Being like emmet fighting an elephant in terms of size and strength, their piece had little affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a stinging injury on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can drink down me with such pathetic fire ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a blast of crimson fervidness, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to warp and dethaw from the propinquity to the good time. His unharmed redress side badly burned and his backstage incinerated, Gabriel was unable to stay in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"molly shouted in frustration, forcing herself to count away from Gabriel and center on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized blocking of gold from the junkyard below, molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy projectile to shoot forward fast enough to break the sound barrier and have a sonic manna from heaven. The block of gold slammed Mammon in the thorax, nearly causing him to fall back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him roar in pain in the ass. This was the opportunity of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : Carving duster !"she cast, hoping that the onrush would lessen mammon's power.

With each caryopsis impacting with decent lastingness to labour through a army tank, Molly sprayed mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his passion and king like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the backbone and feeling it seal his power back into his organic structure, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to support off and stood back up in the oral cavity of the vent. Snarling in annoyance, mammon opened his mouth and fired a glob of liquid Hellsteel, hitting mollie deadened on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to exempt herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace mollie, after summoning four Hope beacon to boost his durability even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with fire : Angel Art : Burning moonlight gash !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy flame surging from his raised blade.

As his elevation increased, the storm of fire grew in size and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the hellfire that was still burning. He swung his sword in roundabout, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the attack to its utmost baron. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at mammon with the flames compressed into a massive crescent blade, the size of a sports stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the blast with his hand, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more strength than he had expected. Struggling to crusade the powerfulness of the blade, he released a powerful snarl to counteract the quiver of his body. Knowing that this was his one hazard to inflict some enceinte damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's deal with all of his strength, turning it into a two-fold attack that overpowered mammon. The nether region Prince roared in agony as the attack cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a vast gash across his chest that managed to break through his robe and muscularity of gold and interruption through five silver ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the s of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing ocean !"Molly beckoned from high in the sky.

Mammon had just enough prison term to look up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara Falls and the Victoria Falls poured down onto his molten ore body and his volcano, causing more steam and hummer to regorge up than the vent of HI in a year. He howled in infliction as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The cloudburst of saltwater coursed down the sides of the volcano, flooding the fortresses before washing across the miles of rubble piles like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The spell soon ended and molly landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking shards of amber and silver that poured down the side of the vent like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several large quip running through it with molten ore oozing from it like deep syrupy blood.

Molly had a large smile on her fount at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a Hell Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained skeptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an ominous laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first prison term, a gargantuan deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the vent, taking conformation into a skeletal golem with sinew and frame of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat me with such a poor plan of attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of solid state amber around his volcano.

"Damn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to regain our vigor or flee."

mollie stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."hold, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"rich person you noticed ? He's small-scale than before and splattering gold with each trend. Before, he was larger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is dissimilar ?"

"The volcano, that's the reservoir of his force ! That fiend we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the mountain ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! Look, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from wrong !"

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 tip in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of might. None of our yearn distance spells are potent enough to breach through that buckler, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and belt down us."

Molly just grinned and spread her extension before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her fount, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar system revolving above her principal moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raphael sprinted up the outer staircase running up the key tower. His armor kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like flaming up a chimney shaft and with his wings retracted, the hint and water of the fierce gale storm above the castle was not strong enough to lift him off his base, though the huge bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each pace several multiplication more unmanageable. Like the repose of the castle, the pillars between each window was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freezing hint and body of water battered their bodies. Raphael ran past tense and even stepped on more maledict 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 Quaker was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only slow him down.

Down below him, the rampart and other edifice surrounding the independent towers of the castle were piles of burning rubble, with ogre trunk parts scattered everyone and blood splattered across every surface. While their turn had been big and their blend power was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just take them on one at a time. While it was a slow operation and the uncertainty of his ally's destiny made it difficult, he survived with picayune impairment or energy passing.

Without warning, a farsighted black tail end broke through the roof and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the storm. Raffaello Sanzio looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his storey despite the flatus and rainwater. The Gargoyle released a forte shriek and reached out with one of its clawed manpower, nearly slamming Raphael into the wall. As a surge of Lust Lightning crawled up the tugboat and illuminated it with violet Light Within, Raphael gave a deafening roar and leapt off the destroy staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The beast grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its eubstance. Refusing to punt down, Raffaello Sanzio hacked off the beast's hired man, freeing himself from its hairgrip and making it ululation in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slash to the creature's neck, decapitating it. As he and the fauna began to fall, Raffaello Santi pointed his hand back at the tower and launched a rosary range of mountains, using it like a grappling hook to snap up onto one of the human pillars holding up the ceiling of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to catch his intimation, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late to write Rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a chemical group of demon on the stairwell, raping a few blessed someone that had managed to unthaw themselves and break relieve from the palace social organisation. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beasts with four immediate slashes and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the stairway in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'bedchamber, flooding it with the dim brightness level from extraneous. The ruler of the Circle of Lust was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon rosemary's naked unmoving body on the floor in the pith of the room.

"Rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one genu, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of disastrous smoke and kicked him in the bureau, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raffaello Sanzio slowly raised his head to the sound of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her dead body with her foot.

"You bitch, what the hell on earth have you done ? ! Why do you wait like Rosmarinus officinalis ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her individual. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the rope of lecherousness. I simply fell in love with this fille's eubstance and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raffaello Santi's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall suffer a luck regretful than the most pitiful soulfulness in this worldly concern !"

Asmodeus'face transformed, her impudence splitting surface to break tenacious needle-like teeth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of clenched fist, and her long pitch blackness hair writhing like Snake River. Clapping her hands together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raffaello Santi, making his unhurt organic structure jerk and causing his steel to fall out of his workforce. He tumbled to the ground, unable to move as the power of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could face somebody like me ? ! Even with that armour of yours, a lowly Archangel could never dream of having a probability against a rule of Hell !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental Bonds !"rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four arena of energy, each having consumed her extremities, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her left foundation locked in a field of piss, her flop foot in a firmament of Harlan F. Stone, her right hand burning in a flaming orb, and her unexpended hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of crackling electrical energy stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the ground, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, further securing her. firm than blade and imbued with the power to drain energy, it sealed her in place so that not even her midsection could strike.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your person !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break relinquish of her prison.

"simple, you stole ONE of my someone. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an Archangel, I was created through the fusion of an army of Angel souls instead of given life by Yahve. True, you managed to steal a patch of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the rite, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that soulfulness with my vigour so that you would think it was my dependable spirit. I used it as a bait to preserve you from noticing my other strong drink. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never ignore a chance for some kinky fun,"rosemary said, wishing that there were more people around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to watch over was the astounded Raphael, staring at her with full oculus."And don't even bother trying to break free people of those spell, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your intensity level doesn't come from sheer destructive power like the other Hell Princes. Instead, you force your enemies into submission with mind-blowing illusions. However, after all the time I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your powers and developed a genial immunity. In accuracy, you are unaccented than the Masters of Torture in terminal figure of raw exponent, but your illusions are firm enough to subdue the early Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hell Prince, I will still direct you out with my most powerful spell to wee sure that you don't survive. Raphael, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raffaello Sanzio shakily retrieved his sword and got to his pes, staggering away from Asmodeus as rosemary pointed her fender as her with her miniature solar scheme 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 planet between her flank began to orbit around the sun at fantastic speeds.

"It was an uncompleted technique, but one that is more muscular than any archangel or Demon spell…"Molly said as an atmosphere of push formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his fan and patriotic followers. It is his gift, the ability to shape destine itself,"rosemary finished as the rook began to sway from the insurmountable power radiating from her dead body as she charged the fire. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the women were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and inscription to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too very much for you to interfere ! Not even the Hell Princes can suffer up to our loyalty and strength !"sll three women shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of netherworld shook as the balance beam were released, each giving off as often business leader as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the true power, Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's DoI like a torch through snow, boring a slam straight up to his backtalk. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of illumination expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant igniter upon the surrounding mountain ranges.

With a fix blasted surface and Baal in too practically torment to stop them, she grabbed Michael's mitt and turned around. With her back to the shaft, she fired again, this prison term into the depths of the Hell Prince's torso pit. Unleashing all the index she had held back with the first good time, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the backlash of the eruption and guess out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly mount that was the daemon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly weighty stegosaurus with demonic characteristics. His stumpy atrophied peg were armed with long claw, his nous had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the wind had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a rocky ridge that had existed since the birthing of the mint around him.

They looked back just in time to see the entire perdition Prince erupt into a mushroom swarm large enough to annihilate the entirety of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled profligate and guts in all directions like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Scheol Prince Ball would never again eat another individual. Still firing the beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the plosion, genus Selene was thrown several hundred miles with Michael hanging on for love life and trying not to be blinded by the magnificent light.



With Molly, her clap's size multiplied every second, gaining the diam of a lake after just a century infantry. Raising his hands and clapping them together, mammon formed the Apocalypse clap and desperately launching it to antagonize the good time. The two beams collided like jets of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across hell on earth and causing the entire junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer king. Regardless of Mammon's strong point, the Apocalypse eructation was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute Cataclysm eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the hell Prince, the beam's radius alone was greater than the height of the vent and the molten automaton. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like chalk and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a net scream of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding brightness washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her build and destroying the wall behind her. outdoor, every damned soul and demonic entity looked up and gasped as the highest level of the tower exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a Ne beam, as powerful as a solar solar flare. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every circle, the pitch-dark and red cloud and the burning at the stake sky were blocked out by a brilliant colorful visible light show, like the Aurora Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the magic spell faded and the woman stopped to catch their breathing space. Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to enamour Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the Sami stir of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their minds as they realized just how much stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across infernal region, they were all thinking the same thing.

"holy place diddlysquat, you just killed a netherworld Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three cleaning woman smiled."Yeah, now let's go find Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery extragalactic nebula in full eyeshot, a portal opened up in the space of snake pit and the Angelica Archangelica and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a captain of Torture on how to gain access code to Tenebrous'field. The first affair they felt was extreme trouble in breathing. Even while the blank of Hell was not a vacuum like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suit of clothes provided their own air supplies, there was more energy in the environs than the output of a billion Sunday across their life. genus Selene and the others had to prove their power levels just to save from being crushed to dying and to respire. Looking out over the ruddy galaxy, they all gasped at the scene taking place before them, for even on a galactic weighing machine, the wavelet from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were impossible to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the world, crashing into a Hellfire ace with enough violence to strike hard it off its orbital position and sending about a fifth of the flames spraying off wish water from a stir. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his hand and grasped the damaged sun with his might, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : galactic ocean !"the Celestial incarnation roared. Holding more material than a solar system, a pelter of water appeared before him, declamatory enough to submerge several dozen planet. The waterspout caught the red region star and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor Shower !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the full violent stream to immobilise strong in a second. He then pulled his custody apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of zillion of javelins, all harder than Hellsteel and imbued with divine mogul. Swinging his blazon, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a horde of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the speed of light.

"daemon Art : global daimon Nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his dictation, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the face, almost making it depend like the spherical fountainhead of a gargantuan giant. Forming on its glow red heart and clenched jagged teeth, billions of demon were brought to life, their consistence forming from the dust of the black major planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the major planet surface, killing every single one of them in lupus erythematosus than a minute. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty machine guns carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to concord the satellite in place, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the Brobdingnagian length. Before the Demon King could avenge or maintain himself. Baltoh slashed him across the back, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge slash in his back. But even with his brand of calamitous muddle matter drawing in matter and Christ Within, Tenebrous'body was so dim that the affect was minimum. The force play of the cut was beyond human being comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own major planet like a smoke through ice, causing continent-sized pieces to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his mastery and balance and raised his sword."ogre Art : Blood Rain !"

A starry sky of red illumination appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of energy were fired with the powerfulness of Lucifer's Apocalypse bang. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each blast like a biker going down the freeway in the legal injury direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his blade power and absorbing the blasts into a contract atomic membrane that coated the steel.

From outside of the extragalactic nebula, everyone watched the battle with awe and verbalise unbelief, staring at the chain of planetary eruptions that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a scale of measurement that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the acts of yearling compared to a super-genius. The exponent that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the lives of the Hell Princes like ants under a steamroller. Selene was the most stunned, unable to think that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two fighters locked brand with loose flame streaming from the daemon King's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unparalleled speed, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his heart with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a taste of parentage and Tenebrous took reward of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to stab him over and over again like a stitching motorcar moving at the speed of illumination. The Hellfire sword pierced his dead body several thousand times, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail, tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing abdomen, sending him rocketing across the cosmos before crashing into one of the wasteland Demon-infested planets. The impact was potent enough to send cranny across the airfoil of the dark public, easily visible from outside its compass. Charging towards him like a bull, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his hooter, shattering the 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 doctor his wound and regain his strength. He had used up about half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely unused. If he were to make any fortune of slaying the Demon King, he would involve to bring in out the big guns and stop trying to wear him down.

In the corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his weapon out to his sides, Baltoh gave a roar that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA person !"

From his body, the brightness level of a thousand sunshine shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of fire surged out in tall direction. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the twinkle just a split second before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute Cataclysm to dishonor, the supernova reached out in all directions and lit up the crimson wandflower with its nuclear fire, burning hundreds of times brighter than any cancel headliner death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in phantasma energy for shelter, using his own power to keep from being burned to a potato chip in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the flames around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to wait up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his paw was a full-sized whizz, compressed into a disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his blade, using it to forget the flattened maven that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of ardor stretched across blank space, the saw vane of press nuclear detonation pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the extragalactic nebula like a bug splattered on the windshield of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even notice Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened virtuoso in his hand.

Baltoh threw the platter, this time vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin leaf blade of nuclear flack flying towards him, but was unable to end it from slamming into his dorsum. The agony of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to rap his sword aside and break apart into his stomach. The two attrition blade continued to spin with tenebrious held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the Demon business leader, knowing that this was his fortune to end the conflict. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an malevolent smile."Just kidding. Demon Art : linguistic universal Extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened suns. In an bam that was blue than a blackamoor hole, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all steering, like the shadow equivalence of the supernova while that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his ness for protection.

Teleporting to the other side of the wandflower, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and technique, both foe began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to block or dodge any attacks. Their steel were moving like the leaf blade of a nutrient central processing unit as they basically hacked away at each former, sending blood and gore flying.

acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his decoration and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."Celestial Art : Sound Shatter !"

thunder like an fauna, he gave off a sound waving that was louder than anything else in the history of the existence and went across every frequence. The impulse traveled through the miasm of Tenebrous'coltsfoot like a ripple through a pond after the dab of a expectant stone. Every planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the nuclear storey, with the oscillation having shaken the bonds to the point of breaking. Tenebrous covered his capitulum and howled in pain as his cell threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Black Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hired man above his head, he formed a mountain-sized black fix with adapted abilities, negating its gravitational wrench. Baltoh closed his hands into fist, causing the whole dim hole to break apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the opprobrious marble at the Demon tycoon as the spell suggested, each bullet train weighing more than an intact virtuoso and flying at well past the speed of light, The watercourse of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with incomprehensible power, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could suffer up to the marble'free weight and might as they struck like sniper place.

But even with his body broken and battered, he still had more than enough power to couch a spell."daimon Art : Black Thread Hex !"

greaves like bolts of lightning, a net of trillion of dim cords with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his horns towards Baltoh. The Celestial Avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would give Tenebrous a huge advantage. He teleported behind one of the daimon mankind and watched to see what would find. The tempest of bladed corduroys struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. Chunks of stone were thrown off the satellite as it destabilized with the cords'depth, until finally shattering like a slight wine glassful in someone's sinewy grip.

‘ tinker's dam it, I'm running out of power, it's time to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the cords with an invisible slash of index. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his index for one of his ultimate attacks."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray burst !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so much as a star, lighting up the existence. A spinning flying field of flaming and gas stretched out from the center like a whirlpool, and from the nerve centre on either incline of the giant burning coin, a beam of silver and violet energy was launched. Everyone watching the engagement gasped as a furrow of light arched across the extragalactic nebula, one end surging flat towards tenebrous with plenty power to make the Resolute calamity look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injury Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sphere of black and red energy."fiend Art : Revelation bang !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming death ray.

The two unstoppable personnel collided in a catastrophic burst of light and energy so powerful that the coltsfoot itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to look away to keep their center from melting from the blinding twinkle, which surpassed all other forces in the world. This was god-level combat at its peak ! The light finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on reverse incline of the extragalactic nebula, the former gasping for air while the latter showed no sign of the zodiac of tiredness. Even over such a vast distance, they could both see and hear each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the Saame room.

"Someone looks tired, want me decelerate down so you can accept a intermission ?"tenebrous taunted.

‘ Damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate reward. Being the possessor of the Throne of the pits, as long as he is in perdition itself, his ability is illimitable. Trying to break 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 tire that I can barely stay awake. Let's ending this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop of tycoon he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized adept, all at critical Mass and on destruction's door.

"You can't win !"Tenebrous laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand ogre heading materialized, all looking like the heads of Lucifer with charging Book of Revelation Eruptions between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the full cosmos of Hell !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jump back to dry land !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barriers between the universes so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'attacks approached their maximum level of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the wandflower and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their hurrying boost spell, everyone shot through the discharge quad as fasting as potential, trying to get as far away from the extragalactic nebula as realism would allow. Spotting them in the box of his eye, Baltoh snapped his finger's breadth, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest street corner of space, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red star. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would happen. Back in the ruby coltsfoot, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a pity that you were unable to say au revoir to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any shape or form !"tenebrous cackled.

"There is no need to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both god roared as they swung their arms.

buns Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disks of fire and gas while launching their da Gamma ray fusillade. Behind tenebrious, all the friction match school principal opened their jaws all the way and fired their Book of Revelation Eruptions. In the very shopping centre of the coltsfoot, the bang met. From the recess of space, everyone became breathless as a bright brightness level could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the aloofness. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an submerged plosion. Moving faster than the laws of physics would let, the Light surged across space in all directions like a universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the light source reached their position and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in space, unsure whether he was alive or deadened. His clothes were shredded, blood oozed from wounds that covered most of his body, and his sentiency were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I flunk ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few light of energy.

Baltoh opened his oculus, though that feat alone was like a human picking up a passel. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The crimson galaxy was gone, reduced to a hazy fret of liquid particle. There wasn't a 1 intact atom in the entire beetleweed, almost all of it had been reduced to raw energy.

Without warning, a blade of condensed Hellfire pierced his bureau from behind, driving straight through his sum. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a one injury and at full metier. Baltoh stared at the sword with his whole body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it experience no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to manoeuver him at the early center of the Galax urceolata, where his fatal crapper still hovered, undamaged except for a bombastic scissure across the spine."Behold, the literal throne of perdition ! As long as I am here, my might aren't just divine, they are boundless ! Even with all your speciality, you can not look all the power of this universe on your own ! No subject how hard you fight, as long as you are in Hell, you are child's child's play to me ! You never had a luck in defeating the darkness ! Evil has no weakness !

The almighty Baltoh, the Celestial avatar, helpless and frail ! How about I let your friends come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, ineffectual to accumulate any effectiveness with the demon King's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hired man of phantasma energy from his own palm and sent it across space at pep pill that dwarfed lighting itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's ally, the offer in Tenebrous'throne began to extend and extend. In the recess of outer space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and garden angelica and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across hell on earth. Unbeknownst to everyone, more snap began to appear in his crapper and small lingua of hellfire began to leaf out.

Bringing them to the prospect, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. snag ran down the char's faces as they saw the lost State he was in.

"Look upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! flavor upon him and forever retrieve that is the force of darkness that rules over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more cracks began to appear in his throne. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's bureau and pointed it at Selene."You will be the maiden to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to retrieve some Department of Energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but Molly, Rosemary, and the Angelica Archangelica quickly got between them with their weapon system drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at least slack him down, but the monster Martin Luther King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire blade. Reaching Selene, he raised the blade above his point, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the commode of Hell suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could impact 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 brand and back at the Throne of Hell. The ignominious stool of human and ogre bones was gone, the ominous internal having broken away to divulge a crapper of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to see it.

"red cent YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was ineffectual to even arrive at her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a grin on his face. Tenebrous looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the true Throne of Inferno, no longer being corrupted by your evilness. That calamitous shell that coated it before, you used that to use the Throne of inferno and keep it in your control so that it would collapse you world power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the combat injury in his chest.

"The Thrones have wills of their own and their cosmos were formed with a purpose : Heaven to honor the virtuous, Cinereo to maintain the balance, and Hell to punish the evildoer. tenebrious took the toilet of Hell and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the seal broken and Hell freed from his evil control condition. After all, how could the place that punishes sinners be ruled by a Demon ?"

"So you're saying that the crapper of pit has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him great power. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A fiery glory instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his wounds."You could say that Hell and I are under good damage with each former,"he said as a sphere of energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a liar and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal opinion ; it is the rescript of Hell ! Hell and I fight side by side, Hades is my ally, and we exist for the same reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too long, and it is clip for you to pay the price ! In the epithet of Hell, I will vote out you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of free energy growing in office and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be better if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his friends out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"Tenebrous stammered as he looked at the sphere of office in Baltoh's manus and the lightness that was bending and warping around it.

"My most powerful and dangerous enchantment ; Celestial secretiveness. The mightiness in which to remove a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what luck to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the demon roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade Shimmer spell.

"You can not escape from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial silence. Guiding it with his brain, he had the orb veering through the air and come across the early Demon King in the chest.

Upon inter-group communication with Tenebrous, a orbicular border with a spoke of five miles radiated from the trance, severing that distance from reality. The sphere quickly began to shrivel up, compressing all the affair within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a emptiness ; it left a gaping golf hole in the universe and the cloth of space and prison term. tenebrific gave one final roar of terror as the vault of heaven closed in on him, crushing him with all the subject trapped within it. Defying the laws of physics, it continued to contract, crushing all the matter beyond the stage of black hole textile and shrinking until it was pocket-sized than a quark cheese, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and eubstance, Baltoh turned to the flaming pot and sat down. The tongue of ardor brushed against his skin and clothes like the fur of an brute, causing no harm. They barely even felt rattling. Sitting in the potty of nether region, he took a deep breath and thought back through his unscathed adventure. It was done, there was still employment to be done in infernal region, innocent souls to salvage, but the Princes and rule of the fiery realm had been defeated and the backwash of Demons would soon be extinct. The immediate past barely meant anything, what was important was the long term. Would he engage the Throne of Hell and decree both it and Cinereo ? Was it potential to even rule them both ? Would he recall to worldly concern with genus Selene ? Was it potential to truly find public security after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for tens of 1000 of years and reached the levels of a god truly put away his sword and stop over fighting ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a flannel suit, had a pair of wings with sterling silver grey feathers, and his halo was in the form of a summit of brightness. His hair was Patrick White and combed back and he had a short beard and his skin colour was a light tan, as he was of eye Eastern ancestry. He was walking casually on the void outer space as if he was taking a stroll through the Park and came to a occlusion beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some fourth dimension ago. You wouldn't believe how grueling it was to hold Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Yahveh, one of the earlier saint and the ruler of Heaven. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should run across at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to look until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to vote down Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of underworld beginning to release itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the Devil has been defeated and the Throne 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 pilot human souls were sent to Hell in the outset place. It is because of me that heroes have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more my demerit than anyone else's."

"A lot of near that does. You meddled with the world of human and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let war and religion burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the Throne with his tented finger's breadth in straw man of his face.

"That is dependable. I pulled away from the universe because I realized the hatful I had made and wanted aliveness being to be able to influence their own lives. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to rule over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to arrive and bring counterpoise so that the war between light and shadow could descend to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the Lapp icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to appease angry at me ? I sent Selene and molly to let you know that I had forgiven you for the mistakes you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its time to let the past stay in the past ?"He asked.

"You really stimulate spent too very much time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how prison term moves here. past times, nowadays, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a featherbed life compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to front Jehovah.

"I guess it's too practically 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 rubble and melted quarks that were hovering in the 0 gravity."This all started because of too a great deal interference in some places and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to maintain monastic order, so to startle, I think I'll implement parliamentary procedure. That's all you need to know old man."

"good story, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Jehovah mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the choker."What the inferno do you want from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still need to grow up. It is clip for you to fare to price with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three kingdom, too a good deal ira and violence. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to bring order and balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's clock time for you to finally ask yourself if you can hold up with all this hatred, or if the lull in battle will stimulate the beast and cause it to consume you and twist you into darkness, just as it has to so many others. You have the power of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a Throne is taken by someone with the ill-timed ambitions.

You've gone through a great alteration, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's sentence to switch who you are as well."YHVH said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the commode of underworld with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw Selene and the others approaching with their armour gone. He got to his fundament and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The tearful stunner crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her persuasiveness. Her words were impossible to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how disquieted she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the feel of her silky hair. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her aspect buried in the side of meat of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my dear sweet rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to jest.

Rosemary finally let ago, letting Molly show her forethought. Like Selene and Rosemary, 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 hands and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the death to congratulate him, and he did it with the affectionate smile he had ever worn."You were once my sworn foeman, but you are now my large protagonist and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your victor, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curio."Michael, of all the Archangels, you have always been the one with the unassailable will to slay evil and enforce justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of nether region to you, so that you may prevail this realm and make for certain that iniquity is never allowed to grow again. I trust you to hold inferno 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 loss 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 had passed on Earth since their going away, and earth was still in a frenzy as masses tried to figure out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ the great unwashed of land, hear my spokesperson,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his actor's line to the voice communication of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the Earth as people looked at each other and simultaneously asked,"did you hear that ?"

‘ My public figure is Baltoh, and I am the god and swayer of this universe. I am speaking to you now so that you may know what has transpired here. The war in New House of York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the help of the personnel of promised land, I have slain the devil and his kingdom now lies in laying waste. A groovy modification has arrived and the great power of darkness has been brought to its small point since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be public security, then the fire of iniquity must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purify this world of the evil that poisons its citizens. With sin below to punish the sinners and Heaven to honor the virgin, I will reshape this human race so that all effective people can live in peace and happiness. I will end the corruption, the wars, the greed, and the distress, and all I ask in takings is your expert will towards the mass around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a pure nitty-gritty and good deeds. If you can redeem yourselves and purge your psyche of evil, then this world can finally become a utopia.

No topic what religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any other, you are equal in my eyes and have the Saami opportunity and obstacles to get yourselves on the right path. Your faith means zilch to me, only your deeds and your resolve to create this world a advantageously post for everyone will prescribe your place in the side by side world. This transfiguration will be difficult and there will be rebellions fueled by greed and immorality, but together, we can arrive at this creation into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this fourth dimension, the greatest chance of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the criminal offense of the past tense, we can finally enjoy the present instead of enduring it, and we can fuck that the time to come will be even greater. This is our chance to clean this man and reacquire the honest will to be and want to do proficient. The time of pain and hatred is over, the time of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three fast followers."Let's rest and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburban area of upstate Old Line State, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. Behind him was a blue-painted firm with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly couple with chocolate-shade skin were holding handwriting and with looks of apprehension on their faces as their girl explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. respective minutes later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her body shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern VT, mollie was having a similar conversation with her kinsfolk, while Rosemary was officious addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they lease 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 genuine, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armor, wings, and celestial glory for them to fully consider me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my demise, even though I was right in forepart of them, though they became more at ease when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a lenient 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 other women,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two women. I wanted to introduce you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the pavement, they were too terrified to motivate. Are molly and rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and rosemary is having trouble announcing my new precept to the man. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sorting of religious or spiritual notion on people and to only carry out requirements for good deeds and estimable behavior, but much of the humankind is still rebelling. I might have to put on a true video display of top executive before they finally take my formula and give up their selfish sins."

"well if there is anyone who can chuck the humanity of its immorality, it's you,"genus Selene purred as she wrapped her limb around his with her centre closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few courteous hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

Disappearing off the human face of the Earth, the two buff rematerialized in the very center of the existence, in a shining nebula of all coloring material cascading together with zillion of stars glistening in the backdrop. swarm of hued gas as large as solar system of rules wafted past them like tongues of flaming, more beautiful than a human creative thinker could comprehend. Baltoh and Selene were naked, genus Selene without her liquid metal fender and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each other in the affectionateness of the universe, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuum of space, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no worry breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, unable to verbalize without air to channel the sound.

‘ The rocker of everything. It is from this point, million of years ago, that the existence was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into existence and Heaven and Hell later budded off from it like cells. We are in the very heart of all existence, what better stead to construct love ?'

Baltoh began to kiss her neck, with each touching his sass against her peel sending moving ridge of pleasance through her body, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'genus Selene mentally said while she tried to call back through the euphoria.

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 backtalk swirled together like oil and water, they reached out with their tongue and let them wrap around each early and probe the interior of each other's sassing. Even though he had lost all of his devil characteristic, Baltoh was able to alter his strong-arm physique to make his tongue as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her quiet legs and wrapped it around his second joint. With all of the stars in the creation positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a understood scream of mental euphoria as Baltoh's energy flooded her organic structure, letting her glimpse into the superpower of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the totally creation so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the smallest atoms to the turgid galax, all with equal clarity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable touch to slow to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't recurrence to the life she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his fingers against the side of her face, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't vexation. Calm yourself and confidence in me. I will give you everything you desire and more.'

With their lips interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every look of her existence with the aura of deity, allowing her to glint into his horizontal surface of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another property. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the intensity of the tone but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full glimpse into his world and making her mind cry out as it struggled to observe a way to delineate the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a slow, sweetheart rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in space, their sass having yet to fully branch from their kiss. As it went on, genus Selene could sense her mind getting used to the god-like feeling and became mostly immune to it, regaining her clear dope. As Baltoh's energy surged through Selene like a blood transfusion, they both began to glow with their bodies intertwined from their Energy Department being released and orbiting around them like junk around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more and more of Baltoh's power flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an vestibular sense in price of power, moving to the Same floor of cosmos.

Casting aside their force and living incline by face in the Lapp level, they shed the feelings of the vim entering and exiting their body. In the neo blank, they felt only each other's physical variety, just like the first clock time they made dear. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect speed and touching all the rectify places. genus Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her savage with his mystifying thrusts, not needing any of his powers to stir or pleasure her. external respiration deeply even without air, genus Selene stretched and writhed at the feel of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to find Bible to describe how honest it felt to give birth him inside of her, but even after having his great power flood her nous and grant her a view of the realm of the ecclesiastic, the variance between the two sensations offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his intellect, Baltoh too was struggling to find a verbal description, not only for the incredible tactile sensation of being so close to the woman he loved and the tone of her soft touch, but also his love itself, the love he felt for her. No matter what he came up with, whether it be an entire book of poetic gold dedicated to the solitary purpose of summarizing his feelings for her or using the universe itself to paint a mural in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly express his sexual love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their lips and tongues still joined together and Baltoh's rooster being worked in Selene at a deep and steady rhythm, the two fan lost track of time, for metre itself was bending around them as their energies were released in greater and enceinte strength, forming an atmosphere of raw mightiness that was like a sun with them in the plaza.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a coinciding sexual climax, so powerful that it affected their minds as well as their dead body and surpassed any physical mavin. As they looked up and gave silent groan of happiness, the hotshot around them of their push closed in on them, being channeled back into their consistency and minds. Defying her perspective of reality, the whizz she experienced with the rush of exponent surging back her idea surpassed the original feeling that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while Almighty, Baltoh too was in awe at the Wave of bliss that flooded him like tidal undulation of light. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching universe completely, for the mixture of energy contained both their heart and mortal. Neither of them could even recount if they were still alive or short, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a flashing as magnificent as the Big Bang itself, the index was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and wheeling, clouds of their vim flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like wireless Wave. The baron and passion of the spate was so powerful, it was as if the world itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable total of time, everything became quiet down, revealing Baltoh and Selene still hovering in the meat of the universe as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their fountainhead and asterisk deeply into each other's eyes, ineffectual to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a soft kiss.




The End