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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fists upon the urban center of New York, washing away the dirt and foulness that caked the streets and alleys. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the hammer rainfall forcing hoi polloi to stay inside. Even the roadstead 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 edifice, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the Zane Grey sky. From this flash, a glow orb came into existence, resembling a crimson Light Within medulla. It was not bright or powerful enough to draw tending from the people below and it was completely masked by torrential rain. The raindrops that passed by this burning heartbeat were turned into hissing steam from just the intense proximity and the unnatural heat being given off by coal-like area.

The orb did not fade after the initial flash ; instead, it grew in intensiveness and size of it while becoming darker in shade. Initially the size of a human fist, it began to expand into an undulating perpendicular magnetic disk as big as a dinner table. There was a second twinkling and the disk became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became solid like methamphetamine hydrochloride, with shifting chromaticity of red swirling within.

lightlessness mist spewed out from the hind end of the disc, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the building, causing the metallic element to rust and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this sinister curtain of red light was a consort of agonizing howler and cries of pain, pouring out from the depths of the blood-red light. Were the weather realize, the hoi polloi down in the streets would instantly gaze up in horror at the reference of this bone-chilling orchestra and deal their ears to try and protect their souls from its ravaging tone. The sound radiating from this saturnine apparition was one not meant for mortal ears, a speech sound that was never intended to be set liberal upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the hoi polloi of New York spared the mind-scarring chorus line.

A ripple stretched out from the center of the phonograph recording and a vestige came into vista from its depths, like a sea animate being slowly rising to the Earth's surface of the ocean. Slowly, a fig stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the tuner tower on one foot. The human body was a tall young man with a list but mesomorphic habitus, garbed in brownish boots, grey-headed loose-fitting pants, a opprobrious cincture, and a Negro hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his wrists were two rosary bead corduroys and two alloy trammel. The man had medium-length saturnine hairsbreadth that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing blue center that could almost glow in the night, and hidden under his hood were two trump that protruded just past his pilus line of credit and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a burning halo came into view, hovering above his head, as well as four monumental annex that grew out of his book binding. Each was More than twice the size of it of his body when fully unfold and stretched, with the humbled set of wings resembling bat wings but with scales instead of flesh, and the upper flank like the annexe of an bird of Jove, but were clean than pearls. Protruding from the spine of his pelvic girdle was a farseeing fatal tail with a rope-like length and flexibleness and a bladed stinger on the end like a sad sack knife, but with a tearing shaft. His fingertips were armed with triangular claws that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

His name was Baltoh, and his arrival was an Oman in every sensory faculty of the world.

The deep red portal disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the city, standing on the tip of the radio column and wrapped in his annex. His bright greyish eyes scanned the metropolis below, taking in the sight. It hadn't been very long since his close visit to the human world, as he traveled there frequently.

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

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



Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eyes focused on the book of crossword puzzles in her deal. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter parole for"get-up-and-go spreading ”, she skirted through the bunch of daily commuters and the quicksilver catamenia of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful cleaning woman in her mid twenty dollar bill with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, foresighted shameful pilus that was straight yet wavy, and bright leafy vegetable eyes. Matching her beauty was her hourglass form, with d-cup breast, a slender waist, an ass and pair of second joint that were toned with musculus, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each dance step. Her figure was a mixture of unspoilt genes and a nearly religious cultism to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

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

genus Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a specific affinity for the mental exercise. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to bear on herself to her bound. She was always searching for a challenge, something to break the dull routine of life, it was why she moved to New York in the commencement space ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a cubicle ). In this case, her challenge for today was to get to work without putting down the crossword Koran 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 !"various of the dissident cheered in restoration, glad for the small slice of support.

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

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

"You had ameliorate 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 salutary friend warned jokingly.

Selene chuckled as she and the bunch of commuter walked across the street with the legion of car humming just a few feet away."Don't we have this Saami conversation every day ?"

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're right on that one. Relax, I'm just one stop away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the dirtiest muddle any second now. I'll be there in a hour. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter Bible for a high shoal math form ?"

She walked past a mathematical group of protestors with republican candidate signs, shouting for people to vote out Obama, even with the elections calendar month away.



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation pack of cards of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red oculus. The creature was shorter than an grownup human but much more muscular, with long hefty arm, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony wings with scaly flesh and thin membrane, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal face, a swishing whip-like tail, and jet-black skin that was covered in bloody scars. The tar-like spit that dripped from its jaggy teeth burned the stone with the speech sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its wings with an abnormally garish thump, like the beat of an ancient war drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the background, completely inconspicuous to all somebody centre. Reaching the ingress of the construction, it held open air its wings to their full size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past. The puddle and falling rainwater around the front room access 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 hunger for parentage. Only lucky handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the human race of the living in all of account, and here, there was Sir Thomas More food than its deranged mind could embrace. Looking down, creature spotted its first victim. On the ceiling of a nearby office edifice, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

Having just received a birdsong from his wife that she had just had a stillbirth, the balding middle-aged man did not care that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the edifice. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a tacky splash speech sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the tactile sensation that he was alone. While the unholy beast was completely invisible, the man's eyes widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drib that splattered on its physical structure showed its size and shape.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping open his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a disconnected cry of botheration as blood line streamed from his rima oris and his harmonium spilled out onto the floor. The man fell dead to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the blood slowly spread across the rain-soaked roof like a spoonful of oil across the surface of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with tang, tearing through the body with its nipper and chewing on the bloody meat only briefly.

As it slurped up a parentage of intestines like a spaghetti strand, a bright flash of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain sensation as its discerp annex and arm fell to the level with boneheaded blood trickling from its vein. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long sword in his paw. The handle had no safety and was a half-foot prospicient, while the single-edged blade had a very constrict form until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to press down the end of the blade for enhanced hacking and slashing. The sword finally tapered off to a stabbing point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by 18 in of straight-razor serrations, ripped open like a gutted Fish by the hook-like bound, cleaved by the wide-eyed weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the channelize tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall encounter zip from me, betrayer. I was born of pain and maliciousness, and there is nothing you can do to spend a penny me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the white feathers of his upper annex stood on end."Whether it is pigheadedness or loyalty to the Devil, your secrecy will carry through zip. I will see him and destroy you all."

With a saturnine roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with ignominious smoke billowing from its claws like fervour. With fiddling try, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's carpus before its talons could strive his aspect, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

The tool staggered back in suffering, and before it could retaliate, Baltoh aimed his ribbon at it."Angel Art : Holy Burn."

A flash of light was released from his palm tree with the light of the sun. The light obliterated the hell-spawn brute with a metaphysical impact of holy place fervidness, incinerating its body while shoving it back. While the flash was seeable from below, anyone who saw it would merely slip it for a particularly herculean bolt of lightning.

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



Abaddon stood in the bell towboat of the Riverside Church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were respective bowed Gargoyles, all with lowered oculus and swishing seat. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a fiend, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing household cats to lions.

Abaddon's body was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly physique, a long tail, long talons protruding from the remnant of his fingers and toes, and curled trump on the top of his read/write head. However, his eubstance was far more than humanoid, with longer limbs and pearl, a much straighter posture, more malleable digits, a muscular yet leaner and less bulky physique, a humanoid brass, and even spiky hairsbreadth. Secured to his wrist joint were two metal trammel and he was wearing a skirt of armour plates around his waist, similar to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the metropolis."I can't believe that prick followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our plan can't oeuvre if we lose another. Not even I can face him in battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and persist hide out, but I need to feed so that I may become strong enough to fight him. If I feed on plenty soul, I may be capable to at least survive confrontation, but you are all to keep a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her ledger of crossword puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the light of the sun, and with the darkness of the city, it was likely that the vast puddles and cover of water would not dry until the next day. The night was unusually sullen. For even though the rainwater had stopped, the thick clouds remained and they refused to allow the moon to reflect. With so much moisture in the metropolis, a thick mist thickened the air, almost making if unmanageable to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the light so that all else remained dark.

genus Selene walked this street twice a day to and from study, so she had no worries. Even in the dark with no one around, she felt safe enough to take the air dwelling house. Not to observe the fact that the can of mace she carried in her bag was strong enough to mellow out the heart out of anyone who gave her a funny look.

In a stretchiness of fourth dimension so small that she couldn't even recollect of something to equate it to, Selene's world was suddenly flipped upside-down as her senses were ripped away, save for the sound of a crackling rale and the smell of getting stabbed at every cm of anatomy in her physical structure with hot Fe while barrage fire battery-acid flooded her nervure. Her branch buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple implements of war with brutal forcefulness and dragged into the nearby alley.

"tinker's dam, that Taser worked like a magic spell. The kick isn't even screaming,"a course vocalization laughed.

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

genus Selene was slammed against a brick wall with one of her capturer gripping her by the throat. The wallop, while abominable, offered some clarity, as she was now able to at to the lowest degree see her assaulter. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his script around her pharynx, the arcsecond was standing beside the first, and the third base was a few animal foot away, digging through her purse.

"shucks, she's prissy composition of ass. It looks like we'll get a little to a greater extent than some John Cash and credit menu,"the second one laughed.

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

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

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

Looking through the ace of the sting smacking, genus Selene's eyes widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the blade. Like his knife, the dim light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to jab her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her neckband. For the abbreviated second, the tip of the blade was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly common cold. To her assuagement, the knife was taken off of her skin, but before she could exhale, her assaulter yanked the sword downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With tears streaming from her eyes, Selene cried out in infliction as rake trickled down her belly from the deeply cut left on her tit from the attacker's malicious and clumsy removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her skirt and panties and the moment assailant went to work yanking off the chopped clay. Selene shivered in terror and weakness as the cool air fanned her bare thighs and house breasts. Her mammilla were now the sizing of finger joints from the cold air and the fear 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 albumen would front great on that dark tegument,"the one-third assailant joked as he approached, jamming a handful of Johnny Cash into his pocket and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to dishonor her, and that fact terrified Selene more than anything else in her lifespan. She had to do something, anything that had the slightest luck of sparing her from this lot. Working up all the strength in her exhausted body, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"SOMEONE PLEASE helper ME ! HEL—"

Her riot was cut light as the aggressor's blade was plunged into the side of her stomach, cutting through her without any movement. The pain that stroke through her was so excruciating, she lost all control over her body and judgment. The pain inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her material body was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was insufferable. With blood slowly filling her mouth, her organic structure became gimp while her assailant just laughed.

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

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

She and her three attackers looked to the entranceway of the alley, where a lone frame stood, silhouetted against the light of the lampposts in the street.

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

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

"Let her go, this is your net warning,"the man ordered with more authority and power in his vocalisation than any hold out human could have.

The first-class honours degree aggressor 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 nerve, he'll kick back your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four turgid annexe grew out of his back, with the plume along the border of the pep pill extension flanged like the quills of a porcupine and the lower bat-like wing honed to the sharp flesh of a blade. With line oozing down her Chin, genus Selene gasped in disbelief and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the ground with stemma pouring from her wound.

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

An eruption of red and black flame surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the back street and every bit of trash 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 feet. Completely ignored by the fire, Selene watched in horror in astonishment as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by waves of black and red flame washing over them. Their apparel were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their organic structure, 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 endorsement, they were goose egg but charred skeletons. As the surge faded, so did genus Selene's degree on consciousness. Succumbing to blood departure and the annoyance of her harm, Selene slumped over and passed out.

Kicking aside the blackened skeletons of the raper, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale hired man over her naked body."angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

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

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his derriere and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to search for information. Pulling out a forgotten missive, Baltoh read her name and address, memorizing the location of the apartment edifice and the exact unit. Hooking the purse to his window sash, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her back and the early under her stifle, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked eubstance while being careful not to scratch her with his claws.

Holding the woman in his arm, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her face. It had been years since he laid eyes upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his cartroad like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful whiz in his chest and a glad nerves, something that he had never before receive with his cold heart.

Realizing how lots time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to realism and diffuse his wings. With a ace powerful flutter, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the computer address he had found on the alphabetic character as he soared over the city. With her long lustrous pilus brushing across her facial expression, Selene was brought out of full unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her eyelid slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a ambition. What she did have a go at it was that he was very handsome and she was cold. She gave a sonant sigh as she fell back to catch some Z's, crossing her arms to keep warm.

With the chilly deaden air kissing her bare peel, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's weapon. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overwhelming good 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 fair sex were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his life had been nada but anger and the desire to slay Gargoyles and Demons. His own life meant cipher, except that he would not be able to preserve fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to read why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own consistency hotness. He even wrapped his lower wings around her to keep her protected from the frigidity jazz. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his construction hard-on, something that further confused him, as he had never felt sexual magnet for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching genus Selene's apartment building, he landed on the fire escape by her social unit like an eagle reaching its nuzzle. With genus Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a hologram, entering her chamber. Stepping down onto the floor with unparalleled silence, he retracted his offstage and gently laid genus Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the room for a understanding that he did not recognise. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the shadow. The paries were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with pictures of friends and family. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a picture show of Selene with a young man and stared at it intently. While they had the Saame complexion, he couldn't not compute out if he were a young man or brother.

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

As he looked back at the movie, he saw the musing of two oculus in the spyglass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his blade materializing in his adhesive friction. He came to a stop, sword in hand, staring into the optic of a livid and brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to ingest in all possible light, its nates was swishing from incline to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its sonant paws. But the feline's military posture was relaxed, as if it were both at comfort and alarm. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt Thomas More discombobulation than ever before in its sprightliness, sensing a vast torrent of dissimilar energies in him, both lightsome and dark.

Baltoh let go of his steel and the weapon disappeared as soon as liaison was lost. Turning back to the window to will, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like pose, staring at Selene's naked body. The metropolis lights from outdoor were upchuck upon her uncase beauty like a wanderer web, illuminating her womanly form. Her dark skin caught the lightly beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her body was plenteous in voluptuous curved shape, her lean and well-toned trope was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her foresightful smooth thigh, the sass of her pussy looked so soft and sonant, it was as if they were made of coffee frosting and lacked even a single pilus. Her entire tit gently trembled with each inlet and release of air, and her nipples were put up from the fuzziness and ticklish tingle of each exhale. Her silky black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few strands were draped across her peaceful grimace. The lip rouge on her lips glistened as she breathed, and her eyelashes fluttered with each sleeping tremor in the lids.

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

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

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At least serve me this : are you an angel ?"

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

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



Two audio filled the abandoned subway tunnel ; the dark laughs of Abaddon and the agonise rallying cry of his eighteen-year-old dupe. Having spent the evening feeding on homeless people, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the main form. The Lester Willis Young woman before him had long blonde hair and pale skin, dirtied from years of life in the streets and sickly from undernourishment. She was completely defenseless and covered in long bloody cold shoulder, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slashes of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the path, crying and screaming in infliction as the ogre forced his near-horse-sized dick into her tiny torso with inhuman speed. Beneath her were the butchered cadaver of her parents, wet with her bust and the blood streaming from between her legs, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the Edward Young missy had begged the demon to have mercy and stop, or to at least belt down her and end the pain. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal dark, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The evil force raping her was not human, and while her sentience of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no matter how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the torment and gaining strength from her teary war cry, Abaddon was not going to read any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roar as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hips tightly. The young girl screamed in agony and humiliation as the monster dug his claws into her physical body and felt his semen flood her torso, taking the place of Abaddon's cock as he yanked it out of her. She released a s and more tearful scream as an indescribable burning feeling coursed through her body. In her vagina, the dark-gray semen was eating away at her human body, burning through her comparable acid.

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

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



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

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

A small scowl appeared on her face, something didn't feel right. She looked at her hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her thenar had a thin coating of stain, and looking over her consistence, she realized that her hand wasn't the only thing that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to plow off the beeping alarm and the blood in her mineral vein instantly became as dusty as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the white feathering on it. The marble-like color was so vivacious that genus Selene knew that for it to come from a mere doll was unimaginable. Just the sizing alone made it being an eagle feather out of the question. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered handbag and found her wallet, empty of cash.

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



Mentally excite, genus Selene called in sick to work, deciding that it would be best if she thought affair out before doing anything. After taking a shower and washing away the dirt from the alley and the blood from her injuries, Selene sat in her living elbow room with a cup of coffee, watching the break of day word. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

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

"A savage scene was discovered this morning by obstetrical delivery motortruck handing newspapers. Describing the odour of burning sulfur, they came across an bowling alley that looked at if it had been the scene of an explosion. The walls of the adjacent construction were melted and burned, the concrete undercoat was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three consistency were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the police has allowed us to watch the incredible destruction. I warn you, the following footage is quite vivid and watcher discretion is strongly advised…"

The screen door went night for a moment and then the view was returned. Selene spewed deep brown across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the irritated feline scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a looking of revulsion. She knew without a vestige of a dubiousness that the back street they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the night before. The camera zoomed in at several detail, showing the price of the burst. It was a miracle that the edifice themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victim, and Selene had to fight with all her strength not to throw up at the stack of the twisted dark frame and the horrible expression of agony on their scorch faces. The filmdom then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked queasy from the sight of the gruesome skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the indistinguishability of the three victim and the grounds of the explosion. They were willing to observe on the strangeness of the case, as there were no reports of any gimcrack randomness, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so much destruction. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the examination continues, no chemical substance residue has been found at the site. They can't bump any grounds of an actual bomb exploding or any traces of acid ; all they have uncovered is a large amount of atomic number 16."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the corner of an office building with his read/write head in his thenar, mulling over the premature Nox. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the gamy mid-sixties. Baltoh had made himself inconspicuous so that he didn't even cast a tincture. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his next movie and his previous ones. His wings lay draped around him like cover and his whip-like barbed arse lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

"What the sin 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 digit through his hair. He thought back over and over again to the different sensations that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her sleeping accommodation. Never before in his entire existence had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything former than hatred and the desire to slay ogre and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked form tightly… it replaced the fires of anger in his heart with the flack of passion.

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

‘ To be capable to interact and even kill a human being, to a lesser extent than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged Demon would take at least two weeks to amass enough big businessman for physical interaction, and even then, a lethal wound would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the blench sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more sinewy or cross over is having less affect. Whatever is going on, I need to put a period to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his promontory as a pocket-size pop flared in the dorsum of his brain. He could smell out a surge in Demon energy and it was compressed in a 1 entity. Without a doubt it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through level upon level upon level of abandoned railway burrow and sewer lines, moving through solid stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the depressed tunnel, residing recondite below the urban center and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnawing rats had inflicted legal injury to the concrete social structure and formations.

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

"You may be able to hide yourself from the eye of humans and the light of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your power or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was stick with the smell of evil on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the bushed consistence around Abaddon's feet and the multiple dentition and pincer target."I've let you roam free in this mankind for too long, now you die,"he growled, forming his sword in his hand.

The daemon began to laugh and held out his helping hand. Bursting from the flesh of his palm, a ancestry of bone resembling a spinal column reached out and locked together into a meter-long pole. A gaudy cracking phone echoed through the chamber as the spine began to warp, being crushed by an invisible military unit and compacted. All without shattering, the spikelet was compressed into a yearn sword of a single solid objet d'art of pearl, with the spinal ridgeline acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underestimate me traitor. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The painful cries of these puny human, they're so beautiful, the sound of the form being torn from their bodies and their descent being splattered across the paries and floor, the deal of the poor girls'watery-eyed faces as I rape them to decease, and the preference of this splendiferous spread of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these weakling since I got here, feasting on their excruciating painful sensation and their bodies. And I must say, living humans taste so much more delectable than the spirits of the damned ; they are so… unspoilt. Now I've become far warm than I ever was in hell on earth, unattackable enough to even face you !"

Baltoh maintained his aplomb demeanor and held up his paw in front line of his nerve."We'll see about that. Angel Art : Repairing Barrier."

A bubble of luminousness suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding twenty dollar bill ft every endorsement. The growing bubble of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to expand, passing through the walls, floor, and roof of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a one hundred cadence in every direction, the belch came to a closure and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete column and flicked the air in its direction. The mainstay instantly shattered into trillion of pieces and crumbled to the ground, but before the dust could even begin to settle, the pillar was reformed, with every sherd and pebble of concrete joining together into a elephantine single piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's prevent this low, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a roaring downpour of black and white-hot free energy. Darkness was streaming from his pitch blackness bat-like wings and luminance was streaming from his pearly eagle-like wing.

Abaddon gave a nail gag and pointed his brand at Baltoh as sinister flames surged up from the terra firma around him."Very well, but I wonder just how tenacious you can last before you have to resort to unleashing your full 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 smash. Instantly, every piece of solid stone and concrete shattered like fragment grenade, filling the air with dust and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



genus Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee table 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 feather as it came to a sudden stop and the crystalline aurora became more focused and pressured, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the plume as if it were in a twist tunnel. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its tail. The feather began to nip, with the tip changing charge by only a mm of so with each switching.

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

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a bulwark of Harlan Fiske Stone, entering an ancient cave organization deep below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked sword over an over in an endless dancing that had been going on for hours. With each hit, a immense shower of sparks would fill the air, as well dust and shrapnel from every rock and roll and part of pit shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the damage instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the outside world.

‘ red cent it, why is this battle still going on ? It is on-key that he is far stronger than any normal Demon, but I would normally end a battle like this in LE than a instant, but I feel so… dull. I can't pore my mind or my vigour. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to force all distractions out of his mind.

Disengaging from Baltoh's sword, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his taloned digit at his mortal enemy, as if he were pretending to can a gun.

"Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal beam of sour energy erupted from the tip of his chela like a comic leger villain's titan death ray.

"Angel Art : William Henry Gates of Shangri-la !"Baltoh countered, planting his steel in the priming.

Shaking the whole tunnel, an flowery gateway of solid gold flare-up from the burrow in front of Baltoh. Glowing like a immense Ne sign, the gate shielded Baltoh from the blast, with the shadow energy unable to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal to Hell opened and a massive skeleton manus reached up, grabbing the Demon with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an action figure and ending the nighttime Pulse blow. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of nirvana go and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a flagitious roar, Abaddon swung his rear end and struck the paw, shattering all of the bones and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his sword, having just enough time to block Baltoh's upwardly slash. The two blade met and the daemon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer power behind the gash, crashing through level upon tier of cave systems.

Eventually gaining ascendence of his momentum, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty-bellied subway political program. The sleeping accommodation had two subway system tracks with a duplicate lines of pillars on the platform between them, a long staircase leading up to the street on one incline of the chamber but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the political platform, and a wall with a dozen payphones stood on the face-to-face rampart. The platform was on the very fringes of Baltoh's original barrier, signification that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

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

approaching to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to embarrass an execution-style slash from Abaddon. The two foeman stared each other down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching phone of the straight-razor-sized brand on Abaddon's sword grinding against the glassy serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With More than twice as a good deal strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hand from his sword, while the Demon was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to fend for himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open his chest cavity and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing slug, sending the monster skidding back L feet. Abaddon struggled to stay on his metrical foot with inky-black line of descent dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his long tail and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's pharynx, strangling the ogre. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the drumhead of a maul, and planted him in the storey with enough personnel to create a thirty-foot volcanic crater. He released the Demon's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his metrical foot, Baltoh delivered a devastating recoil to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the paries with so much power that even the pay phones he didn't puppy love were destroyed by the shockwave and the wholly terminal nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his brand at the devil, about to deport the net move. Dredging up his magnate grade for the blast that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the speech sound of person coming down the stair.

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

His eyes widened and he released a deep gasp as genus Selene came into eyeshot. The beautiful woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the lot of him and the incontestable substantiation that the result of the night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feathering and focusing on every detail of his body, from his bum to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

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

"Die traitor ! daimon Art : Dark beat !"He roared.

All the detritus on the floor was thrown aside like scraps of paper by an trigger fan as a pitchy gust of shadow Energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a dense beam of light with a ten-foot diam and carrying enough exponent to cut down half of the metropolis with ease.

Shielding Selene with his extension, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the edge, defying all constabulary of physics and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the blast burned a hole through the street and shooting into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in brat as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying high above the marvelous buildings in less than a minute.

With the flack saturating the atmosphere with dwarf vigor, dismal tempest clouds began swirling around the dim pillar. Down on the metro platform, Baltoh was pushing against the clap with his sword, desperately trying to hold on it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his blade and direct it in a different direction, the blast would bang down onto the city like a cleaver. In the eye blink of an eye it would take aim to commute the direction of the gust, a huge scar could be carved straight through several land mile of the city, possibly killing C of people. This light beam was far more mightily than a pattern fiend's !

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



"I can't secern you how sorry I am for costing you the battle. If I hadn't shown up, you could accept beaten him,"genus Selene said, placing a cup of coffee on the island board for Baltoh.

He was leaning against the board with his wings retracted back into his eubstance, in ordination to sustain from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the only facial expression of his appearance that he could commute. His claw, tail, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's dedication to finding solution, Baltoh had finally agreed to let the cat out of the bag to her in her flat, though he had to puddle himself invisible in rescript to get there without being noticed. Outside, the urban center of New York was like an annul anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the clap tried to forecast out what it was. There were already dozens of news show new wave around the area of the eruption, held back by a line of police policeman while anti-terrorism agents and forensic investigators studied the scene. Outside of the anchor ring of crowds, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world 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 demerit. I should have killed him without any difficulty, but for some reason, I just couldn't put my wax effort into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just skip the fight and wind up him off. But it will take fourth dimension for him to retrieve, and hopefully by the time he is warm enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to track him down and eat up the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

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

"My public figure is Baltoh, which is the Enochian intelligence 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 centre down to the black scaly wings.

"I'm both ; half monster, one-half Archangel, more right than the two of them combined."

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

"How does something like me even come to exist ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of creation, there are three land ; Heaven, this cosmos, and hellhole. In Heaven there are the Angels and Angelica Archangelica, on land there are humans, and in hell on earth there Gargoyles and monster. Angel are deceased spirits that have sworn their fealty to Jehovah to campaign on his behalf against the forces of iniquity, and garden angelica are created by Jahvey himself or are the sum of multiple holy person bonded by their unquestionable desire to do salutary and fusing together into a higher-up being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hell, Gargoyles are malicious dour spirits that are born in the Lake of fervour through the anger and hatred of people on worldly concern. While they are completely free of actual somebody, they are the shadow equivalence to holy person, but when an Angel falls from the saving grace of Heaven, it can get a Gargoyle with a mortal. During events like war or race murder, there is always a monolithic upsurge in the turn of Gargoyles spawned from those negative intuitive feeling. However, in topographic point on land with an unnaturally gamey floor of pain and hatred in its history, very faint Gargoyles can form, while still being far more right than even the cruelest human intent. about often, when you think of unholy ownership and satanic haunting, it is really just simple Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a entirely other stage of force from Gargoyles, with the difference of opinion being equal to the departure between angel and Archangels. When souls are in sin for a tenacious plenty period of metre, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and brain break down into ash and they basically cease to be as sentient beings. There are stallion plains in Hell of black gumption from the ashen remains of the ivory of broken mortal.

However, there is a extra descriptor of ash in that salmagundi, a theatrical role of the human being soulfulness that is… weighty. It is the trace of iniquity that lie within every individual, the darkness that drives people to sin and practice crimes. Some have More immorality in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to make a hotshot, the crushing weight of all the wickedness works and their weighting will draw the profound molecule of ash together and form a devil, spawned completely from the malice of evil souls and lacking even a single human device characteristic other than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an sinful beast and the wickedness it would set loose.

"The other kind of Demon is a fallen Archangel, which means that its index of lightness are converted into the great power of shadow and they become servants of the Devil. You can tell which Demons were originally Archangels created by Godhead because they are much more calm down and anneal, being of a ace mind instead of a toxic miscellany of hundred of spirits."

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

"Demons are basically fallen garden angelica, right ? Well instead of being an garden angelica that has fallen, I am a Demon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weight to his words than the declaration of a new world order.

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

Even after all of the affair she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a Demon truly was, she felt a swell measure of fear towards the hybrid and took a dance step back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very dissimilar and unique motley of psyche, specifically the souls of people who committed murder in the name of DoJ ; police officeholder, Templar Knights, executioner, nationalist, or even simple men killing the illegitimate that raped their wife or daughters. Almighty doesn't condone killing between humans, even if it is to hit evil."

He was leaning against the tabular array with his eyes downcast and hands balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palms. genus Selene felt a late gelidity in her tenderness as she heard the pain in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of gazillion of the great unwashed, tortured for eons by the minions of the Devil for bringing justice to the world through ferocity. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our acts. Finally, when the amount of money of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any other ogre's Genesis, I began to shape from their hatred. But unlike daemon that manakin from the hatred of life sentence and sparkle, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to slay and pop the forces of darkness was so herculean that I was able-bodied to come awake from the pain and hatred of the discarded heroes. As far as I know, no daimon has ever been born from nearly as many soulfulness as I have, meaning that my magnate was already unnaturally high.

I remember my nascence clearly : scuttle my eye for the first metre mystifying below the soil of the ashen playing field, coughing on the dark-skinned soil that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the crushing pressure on all slope. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeleton, becoming accustomed to my humanoid organic structure and the Demon characteristics. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never lam my earthen tomb, my taloned hired man broke through the airfoil and I managed to pull myself out.

coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the total darkness subject of ash, breathing heavily for the first time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of snake pit and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my custody and finally realized that I was a ogre. The second after the recognition came, so did the passion and desires of all the human souls that made up my awareness. The desire to demolish evil was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to make up if I didn't behead a animate being of nether region rightfulness then and there, but there I was, a keep Demon ; the very symbol of swarthiness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small smile and turned away from her."I took my own life. Sitting in that black-market sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my being right then and there. At least in my expiry, I could destroy evil and remove one threat from existence. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingerbreadth and plunged my hook into my own kernel, ending my life.

Selene, never in the history of macrocosm has a Demon ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too vain and too heroic to gain others suffer to ever end their own lifespan. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless suffering, they refuse to die in the Hope that they can cause misery. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own cosmos to that I could at least destroy one man of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremum is what allowed me to go what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this morning. As my punctured kernel came to a point and the net spark of undeath went out in my brain, there was a instant in my soul, brighter than a million suns. Through sin, I had achieved virtue, the same stratum of moral excellence that Angel needed to achieve to become Archangels.

Just as Good Shepherd was resurrected three days after his Death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy push flooded my organic structure with the desire to destroy wickedness acting as the bridgework between iniquity and light, allowing for a synergistic proportion that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the magnate of both heaven and Hell pulsing through my nervure, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every endorsement. I shed my scaly fiend cutis for a humanoid body and flesh, grew the wings of an backer above my Demon annex, and gained a gloriole of Hellfire, all while keeping my pincer, tail, ogre wings, and the power of fantasm energy.

I stood up with my new body, completely enlightened and humanity apart from Demons and Angelica Archangelica in terminus of strong suit and raw office. As I flexed my fingers, a monster landed behind me, having come to look into the burnished light caused by my Resurrection of Christ. Upon seeing me, the beast attacked… miserable brute. Completely driven by instinct and using less Department of Energy than to snap my fingerbreadth, I beheaded the Demon with the edge of my hand, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that detail on, my war against the spawn of Hell began, and I spent the last several ten solely in the Demon and Gargoyle nurseries, slaughtering the infernal beasts the endorsement they were spawned and fighting for every s of my aliveness, appeasing my desire to remove evil and decimating the hellion's armies."

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

"So if you're half Demon and half Archangel, can you immix your office ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same clock time. I can mix them so that the two energies are blended to the tip that they look almost like the hide of a zebra, but they forever remain tell military group, just like oil and water. It is impossible for devil energy and Angel energy to bond, they are too diametric of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the daybreak of the day I saved you, a daemon and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be unsufferable, as only the forces of Heaven have the ability to come in and exit all three knit stitch of cosmos at will. I'm here to find oneself out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to slaughter them."

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

"Gargoyles and Demons can only baffle into this globe from Hell if they are summoned through some act of human being necromancy, like a bunch of goth Thomas Kyd performing a Satanic ritual. The process is actually very painful for any phantasma that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jump from a satellite through the shaft of a volcano. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The resolution is an apparition with significantly lowered power levels, so low that the solely military action they can make are paranormal events like haunting the places where they were summoned. return time, they become more and more powerful, eventually becoming strong enough to bruise world and even leave the place they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the 1 who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summon a real monster, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can possess and even kill hoi polloi in an area, but Demons are able to make natural catastrophe and even pestilence, like erupting volcanoes, earthquakes, and tsunamis."

"So then does that think of dispossession really ferment ?"Selene asked, tilting her heading to one side of meat 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 office of Lord to shun a Demon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning ritual for Angels, except that it only has to draw their aid, as Angels have the ability to pass off through dimensional barriers. Consider yourself lucky that demonic entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Heaven that you need aid destroying a unholy entity or vicious soul. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even garden angelica will get in and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battles can get extremely violent and destructive, so Angels answering the song of exorcism always arrive in mathematical group. One or more scrap the entity or evil spirit, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the conflict and hiding the event from outdoors looker, and another to protect the one performing the exorcism and anyone else in the domain, always having to heal their wounds and alter their store. stallion city blocks can be annihilated in one of these battle and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of death. When that happens, the backer will do everything in their power to forefend recognition by the general public. They will pass over store, rebuild anything destroyed, and even manipulate the media and Internet to put down all study or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to demon vs. Archangels, the struggle are waged using antediluvian while and conjuration that focus the respective energies of the two hero. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and perdition spells."

"But why do the backer make themselves unseeable ? Why not record themselves ? And why do they throw to modify citizenry's retentiveness ?"

"After the death of Christ, Jehovah decreed that Angels and Archangels were to halt all visible activity in the cosmos of the sustenance. Any action taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The military force of heaven barely ever come to solid ground anymore for anything other than answering the call of exorcism.

daimon and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a unlike reason. Whenever a demonic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the twinkle of this macrocosm. They can cover revealing themselves indoors and outside at Night without too much botheration or hassle, but becoming visible in extensive day is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Jehovah wanted to promote the lack of faith which was born at the turn of the century. After almost two thousand yr of war and suffering caused by Christendom alone, he decided that the world would be improve off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A world without religious belief is a far more passive universe than one where people fight over the deity they believe in."

Selene was silent for several here and now as she tried to intend of another enquiry."If hunting these fiend and Gargoyles is giving you so a great deal fuss, why don't you just ask the saint for help ?"

Baltoh sighed."The holy person hate me just as much as the Demons do. I may be half Angelica Archangelica, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to advert the fact that I am an loathing. Even though I have slain entire armies of monster in my life, they see me as a vast threat that must be destroyed. I have come to land thousands of multiplication before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every sentence I arrive, they try to destruct me because I am that much of a peril to the balance of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't trouble to deal that gust better will certainly come back to burn me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give a damn what YHVH decreed. I am the sum of millions of people who have been sent to Hell for killing in the gens of justness. If anything, I blame him for my very being and consider him my enemy."

Sir Thomas More than a minute passed by, in which neither Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye physical contact. Looking at Selene in the corner of his eye, Baltoh was trying to understand what it was about this human that had piqued his curiosity, while Selene was trying to process everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the close twenty-four hours.

"Thank you,"genus Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

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

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

"It is what I was born from, it is what I am made of. Hatred is who I am, it is everything that I am,"he responded, with a similar tactile sensation of sadness to his voice.

"So you can really do nothing Sir Thomas More than hate ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the smallest of grinning, so get off that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just kill those rapists in the alley, you healed my lesion and brought me back to my home. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me divagation, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholy face.

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

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

"Of course,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"Keep it with you, and if you are ever in danger, I will sense it and be able-bodied to regain you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the wall, leaving Selene resting her chin on her paw with a dreamy reflexion on her face.



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

She was in the faulting room of her post building, looking in low cabinets for any coffee cans so that she could make a bracing pot. The break room was like any other in the world, with a line of high cabinets and low cabinets against the bulwark, a small electric refrigerator, dingy lighting, a mesa and a few hot seat, a"stainless"steel sink, and a fake motivational poster that served only to add some color to the beige wall.

Molly was sitting up on the counter like a footling kid, curling her longsighted blond hair around her finger. She was both the equal and polar to genus Selene, with prosperous hair, bright blue middle, and pale hide, but she had a fit figure with luxurious curved shape, the perfect combining of ripe genes and countless time of day at the gym. She and Selene had been Charles Herbert Best Friend since they were first interns and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a real disgrace. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a single picture of it anywhere, not on the news, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, people have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the soil. And it was almost right field in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her admirer muttered while trying to break a jumbled greyback of a few strands of her hair.

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

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

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

While the coffee was poured, a balding man with crank and a enceinte handlebar moustache stepped into the prison-breaking room."peeress, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a bit Mr. Reed,"molly said with a smiling that was as fake as a politician's promises.

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

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



Coffee cup in hand, Selene returned to her carrell and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to keep her mind focused on her work, but her intellection kept drifting back to Baltoh and her purse, which had his feather stitched into the side, something which mollie had joked about being so out of panache that she might as well just prognosticate her pocketbook a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to question her current living. After learning that nirvana, Hell, holy man, daemon, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really strange to think she had seen too much to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to cognise more than, she wanted to subscribe region in Baltoh's struggle against the Demons and just do something that would let her have it away that she had a place in the bigger world.

Putting her handbag on her desk so that she could at to the lowest degree keep her eyes on the plume, she eventually managed to get some actual employment done.



Baltoh stood on the cap of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the urban center and tried to smell out the get-up-and-go theme song of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in nether region, the dark spirits were keeping their powers hidden to forfend detection, making it next to impossible for Baltoh to foot them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright column of brightness shown down from the sky like a beam of sun piercing a layer of thickly clouds.

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

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

The Good Book of the statement carried a weight and menacing tincture that no other language held, as it was the language of the Underworld ; Hellscript, a idiom of Latin and a form of speaking that was very severe to humanity. If spoken in the general public, every individual within earreach would be brought to their knee joint by crippling nausea. Speaking total phrases like Baltoh had just done would cause them to shake off up and begin bleeding from their sass, nose, and even ears and eye.

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

The garden angelica's dress greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boots, sloppy pants, a sash, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The only differences were that his wearing apparel were as Andrew D. White as his feather, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a pair of shackle on his wrist joint, though his did have the rosary bead chains. His complexion was much tanner than Baltoh's Second Earl Grey skin tone, and he lacked chela, a stern, and of course, a pair of daemon wings. His auricle were pointed and he had a single melodic line of red wavy hair going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

Translated, it meant, ‘ Do not utter to me as if we are supporter, iniquity brute ! And do not poison the air with your dark Hellscript.'

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

"You should take yourself favourable that I decided to be benevolent and not attack the second I entered this realm."

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

"Your arrogance is truly that of a daimon, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned loathing. Not to cite the fact that you have the same drug abuse of getting involved with people as the dark beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic price to the city without even eliminating all traces of your existence and possess even socialized and murdered humans. This is a crime of the highest social club !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The laws of Jehovah mean zippo to me. Your top executive is a indifferent fool, at least I do ripe in this world. He doesn't even try to penalize me for these"offence"of mine, so either he truly doesn't concern about terra firma or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a burnished flash of Christ Within from his palm tree and a broadsword materialized in his grip. The handle was of twisted Au wire with a deep red pommel, the bronze sentry duty was shaped and engraved to see like a pair of Angel wings, and the sword was sterling silver but stronger than steel.

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the city, with a marble-sized vault of heaven of dark energy crackling at the tip of the claw of his index digit."Then I'll flak a Dark Pulse straight into the urban center and efface the following three international mile of buildings."

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

"I'm one-half ogre, commemorate ? You never know what I'll do,"Baltoh said with a minor grinning.

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern out recondite below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hounds. Whimpering in veneration and infliction was a missy at his groundwork, xviii old age old with auburn haircloth and blench peel. She had her hands wrapped around her ankles, trying to break the bleeding from her severed Achilles tendons. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep her from running, and he had threatened to cut off her hands if she tried to crawl away.

The sadistic brute had recovered from his battle with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless people. In battlefront of him, a humble flash of red luminousness popped about two cadence above the basis and held its phase as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the incline. The vault of heaven slowly expanded, allowing for another bony full point to expose itself. The two claws pushed against the sides of the sphere in opposite directions, slowly stretching it into a 2-dimensional pall, less than a animal foot long, and slowly showing more than of their actual size. As the blob-like drape was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the perfervid profundity of the belittled reflection, latching themselves onto the boundary of realness and pushing it, basically clamping onto the lacerated perimeter between land and Hell itself.

At a cadence in diam, the interior of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a electrocution burrow with total darkness fog pouring out. The claws that were hooked around the edges of the portal were the size of tree logarithm, and with each out-of-doors space that formed by stretching the portal, another claw would reach out and latch onto the border, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the vena portae was about seven substructure in diameter, a ogre leapt out, landing the base and gasping for breath. The Demon looked remarkably exchangeable to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle physical structure and characteristic, only he didn't have hair and his curve horns were more like the automobile horn of a bull than a goat like Abaddon. Like the Demon, he wore a medieval-style chick of armour plates and had a metal shackle on each wrist.

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

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

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

Abaddon stood up with a growl."Now you listen to me, your job is to keep that betrayer off my 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 double tongue at Abaddon's timbre."So lost. I know what my orders are ; you don't have to remind me. But in ordination to do that, I need to live that you are following your fiat as well. Why in the darkness Almighty's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human Host yet ? !"

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

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

"I've only seen a few humans that would serve as technical boniface for our plans, but we don't need too many important the great unwashed. Once we move forward, we'll just picking whoever will be appealing and then move forward with our plans."

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

"time lag on, I don't want us to set forth this deputation on the wrong fundament,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the girl on the terra firma by the back of her shirt and threw her like a discarded pelage. Rimmon caught her by the wrist and grinned, taking nifty pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his claws into her easygoing flesh.

"These living humans are so much to a greater extent pure and intolerant to pain than the prisoners in blaze, their screams of excruciation and humiliation are like music. Torturing this one girl will fall in you as much get-up-and-go as eating five. She's a niggling gift to avail you retrieve some strength."

Rimmon laughed as well, dropping the missy to the undercoat and then kicking her.

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the missy again, knocking her across the cavern out floor. The dash sobbing victim desperately tried to fawn away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonising screeching as Rimmon slashed her across the backrest with his pincer, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

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

Rimmon gave a cruel laugh and crouched down over her, grabbing her hair and pulling her headspring 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 face with his longsighted forked tongue.

The girl gave another painful scream 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 deep gashes. Wrapping his tail around her waist, Rimmon lifted the female child up onto her work force and knees as he removed his cock, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed head of his barbellate cock pressed against the untouched back talk of her kitty-cat. Grabbing her by the hips and digging into her flesh with his pincer, Rimmon forced his extremity all the way into her in a 1 cruel shove.

As the toothed genus Phallus tore through the lady friend's virgin cunt and completely shredded her Hymen, she screamed so loud in pain and chagrin that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of pleasance. Rimmon groaned in iniquity bliss as he let his cock become accustomed to the effeminacy of the char's cunt. rip was trickling in a steady current, but it wasn't just from her Hymen. Hung like a buck, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human backbone, Rimmon's dick had ripped apart her interior, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an physical object of that size of it moving through such a small and tight initiative is like using a jackhammer for a surgical incision, and she had basically just experienced giving nascency to a near full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental strain of what was passing through the girl's mind as that happened and of the situation, and it's arduous to decide whether the mental bother was the capital or physical pain.

Licking his sass, the Demon pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as flashy and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the shaft at the head and ridges scraping against the bleeding cuts. The trickle of bloodline turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cup hand and drank it like it was elixir of eternal youth. With his grip on his torture hard worker tightened, Rimmon forced his prick back into her brutalized puss. This fourth dimension, the girl did not shriek in suffering or humiliation, as she was too busy vomiting from them. The pain in the ass and mental scarring was so acute that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the young lady's snatch was nice and loosen ( or ripped afford like an old horseshoe ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging penis. The girl was facedown in the puddle of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable anguish that was burning inside her from the shank. The just way she could describe the smell was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her mind, the tormenting thoughts of her slay family, her slip virginity, her defiled whiteness, her tainted self-esteem, and her reduce raw bleeding body played like a repulsion motion picture that she could not appear away from.

The torture dupe's only embossment came from the fact that she would soon be drained, that the unbelievable blood loss was making her delirious, and that her entire lower body had been so heavily damaged that her cheek were only half functioning.

After xx minute of arc of the savage straining, Rimmon finally pulled out of his youth victim, who was nearly catatonic. The woman's puss was far beyond gaping, as the rapine had been so barbarous and hard that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her outdoors, and shredded the physical body inside like pot under a weed whacker. Her pussy looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to note the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a limp ragdoll, her back talk receptive, her eyes glazed over, and her creative thinker almost completely shut down.

sensing life story 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 girlfriend suddenly became barbarian and tried to push the daemon away, but could not free herself or remove the Phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain sensation from her injuries came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's hawkshaw still in her sass and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an tempestuous lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of seed into the girl's gullet. The brutalized girlfriend gave one net scream as the acidulous slime began to cauterize through her vocal cords, but quickly became understood as her artery and spinal cord were the next to go. With her head being severed from her body, Rimmon dismounted her grimace and wiped the vomit off his tool, chuckling to himself as he tried to think back to the in conclusion time he had such a great fuck. Redressing in the roman soldier-like skirt of armor denture that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some dead people and a few living ones.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself,"he said a smile. Instead of speaking, Rimmon just mirrored the facial 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 business leader and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily parturition. On wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in intensity and endeavor as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the dorsum of their limousine, tired from a foresightful day of treasure hunt.

No one paid any attention to the silent man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his script. What hoi polloi didn't see was the rag sticking out of the snoot. The man stepped up to the piquet line set up by police, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soul growled as it saw the perfect target.

Holding up the bottle and a ignitor, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crowd. Just as the realization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past times. Sitting in the back of his limousine, the fat balding man was trying to alight the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated Zippo refused to give off more than than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able-bodied to alight his cigar, he closed the zero, just as the Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov Cocktail crashed against his windowpane, throwing a cover of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The window had held back the detonation, but the man's demise was not necessary. The street was already erupting into virtuous topsy-turvydom as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating masses at random.



A possessed wealthy businessman stepped out of a dining compartment, straightening his tie with an erratic facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the man body. With his suitcase in manus, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to chill out her down feather. Clutched tightly in her hand was the bill for his lunch. No tip had been left tush, only a note saying that servants should ascertain to bring food faster.

It was a humble movement, one that really cause any damage. But already, pictures of the note were being spread across the Internet and igniting massive infernos of ira and resentment. Similar promissory note were being left across the metropolis as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The dampen night was filled with the sound of spray paint as possessed men and women scrawled huge messages on world airfoil in crimson. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it take care like each one had been painted with a rakehell splatter. The subject matter were things like ‘ GOD hate butt ’, ‘ congratulations ALLAH ’, ‘ THE Holy Scripture IS OUR CONSTITUTION ’, ‘ IT'S THE whiteness HOUSE, NOT THE NIGGER theater ’, and there were even to a greater extent than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the urban center with the rising sun as people would walk to their railcar and find that their tire had been slashed and the position had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper poser had been the quarry of this vandalism, both democrats and republicans. As the great unwashed struggled to get to work, the vast cascade of offensive message that had been spread across New House of York were in the process of being washed away by dire street cleaner, trying to delete them before the hatred spread.



genus Selene came to a stop in the hall of her function, having caught the sound of a cowardly conversation in the breach elbow room. With her hand on the doorcase, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two charwoman talked in silence vocalism by the fridge.

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

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

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

Selene's rake felt like inhuman quicksilver in her veins.

"pedigree 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 encounter the tyke that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to endure, those misfortunate kids !"



A candle flame vigil was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in movement of City Hall, with people praying for the safety of the taken nestling and mourning their horrible end. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting International attending. Completely unaware of the force at work, the people prayed while the fiend and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with adequate strength to cockle it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in wrath at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the eviscerate corpses of the kidnap youngster. Already a large puddle of blood was forming in the empty-bellied parking lot from the slaughter bodies. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shriek of holy terror, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"backer Art : Ultimate repentance !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two tumid wooden crossbreed on the Gargoyle's book binding, each more than twice as large as the Gargoyle's soundbox. The Hell-spawn wolf were instantly slammed into the ground with plenty force to shatter the sidewalk, and even though the giant crosses were only laying on them like fallen tree, they could not lift so much as a finger, as the sobriety acting on their body had been multiplied to the detail where their unholy pearl were about to lose it.

"fighting against it all you want, but you can not whelm the weightiness of your sins,"Baltoh said coldly as he raised his sword.



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

A rap on the threshold drew his aid and one of his aide-de-camp stepped in, trying to avail sort the mess out."Mr. Mayor, you're going to want to come see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several employees of the City G. Stanley Hall that were working through the night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police force policeman, were standing around a van-sized cumulus of bed sheet of material, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

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

Once of the constabulary military officer picked one of the sheets and held it to the igniter of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a good look at it."It's an American flag…"

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

Standing on the stair of City mansion, completely insensible by the human race, Abaddon gave a oceanic abyss laugh as he held out his hand. With a snap of his fingers, the entire pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of care, watching as the iris burned.



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



Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the impression of the late-morning sunlight on her half-naked consistence and the probability to sleep in. Her cat was curled up future 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 manus pressed down on her like jabbing finger.

A shadow shifted across her face, causing her to spread her optic and pant. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended outside and his tail curling and swishing behind him."practiced forenoon,"he said with no reflection.

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

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

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

genus Selene was wearing nothing but a black thong and a matching bra that was struggling to have in her full-of-the-moon bosom. Even after seeing and even holding her naked trunk, Baltoh could feel a very stiff common sense of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet curvaceous figure. As usual, the intensity level of these flavor of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her toilet table. Deciding to badger him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to overstretch a pair of jeans out of the glower drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel crossbreed a jaw-dropping thought of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thigh and her broad yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian exotic dancer to dishonor and could bounce a tail across the room. Her black lace thong was nestled between the two brass like a distance of telegram and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid's heart travel across every in of her cinnamon-shade skin, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her ft into a pair of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the waistband being dragged tightly against the back of her wooden leg, the way a mud sculptor would sweep a drawing string across her creation in forward motion to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the rear of her thighs with her ass resting on the sash, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his lip and prevent his calm as his rushing stemma began to blow up his cock.

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

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

Baltoh instantly felt his turncock splash as her breasts seemed to expand with the line of latitude elevation of her arms."So has your MD, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The white tank top came down over her breast, restoring his willpower. Selene swung her point from face to side, straightening out her long pilus."Happy ?"she asked with a wry smile.

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

While it wasn't a smiling, Baltoh's aspect lightened and he stepped into the way, first retracting his flank back into his body and wrapping his retentive tush around his shank. As he stepped through the door of her bedroom, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't worry, the ring is mostly just a symbolic illusion of my garden angelica status. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the humanity around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of faint, see ?"

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

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

Baltoh lazily wandered around her flat and looked at everything on the walls and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in underworld fall apart to scatter, they've already undergone so much anguish that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the memories I get are of mass's radiation diagram in their daily lives, like their understandings and thought of their culture. While I don't commend ever meeting a MD or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my agreement of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to world X of M of times to turn tail from Hell when I am overwhelm and demise is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might trust, I am far from being the top of the food chain."

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

"I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to raze the city of troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century France and decollate criminals, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old west, among other things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"clip in hell move at a much faster pace than in the human mankind, a single day here is an entire class there. It's hard to tell just how old I am as hell has no season or yearly changes, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

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

"No thanks, I don't eat or boozing. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human figure in edict to regain their strength, but angel and archangel do not require sustenance. In fact, we never have to"save ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

hell on earth is actually rather minuscule. The universe of it is just as big as this one but the gens ‘ Hell'denotes both the intact realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and demonic spirits is a exclusive planet in empty distance. 95 % of the major planet hell covered by a sea of fire 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 place with entirely house physician, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where to the highest degree of the stuff goes on.

The major planet is composed of zones, which each zona corresponding to a different kind of captive and dissimilar sort of penalisation. The geographical zone are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly sine, but by early factors and geographical broker. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing torturing and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is aught that can free them of their pain. I consider myself prosperous that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in Hell, beings with holy person or ogre energy are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the like resister over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the dupe of circumstance and those who meant to do good. self-annihilation victims, wedge that have committed murder to bring Justice, and even hoi polloi who committed law-breaking completely by fortuity. Unfortunately, the absolute majority of the people in Hell are there only because of small violation that never hurt anyone and caused any scathe, but were still considered sins."

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

Baltoh scowled."Of course not ! What muttonhead told you abortion was murder ?"

Selene gave a blithe giggle."Thank you for coming to insure 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 dangerous this city is becoming and the fact that you are aware of me, I knew you were at risk."

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

"I do make love that my foe are causing it. I've been investigating the fit of these disturbances and I always find the faint scent of evil. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over homo and using them to leaven tensions and cause chaos, though it has already gained impulse and no tenacious requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the word, but a woman just threw a flaming nursing bottle of gas into a mosque while it was good of people. I got there moments after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled cause of death. I hold no remorse in taking her life history. It's being seen everywhere : religious fanatic are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced views ( I'll probably stamp out them later ), new protest groups are starting and they are patrolling the city with political augury, and I've already found three dead bodies."

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

Sensing her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial murderer that takes the life of innocent citizenry. My name means"righteousness"in the words of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of immorality of millions of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victim, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause harm and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the badgering they inflict and bring the Justice Department that must prevail. hatred is like flaming, in that it can destroy all in its path, but my hatred is like hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

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

"To be honorable, I have no hint what the Demons are up to. I don't know if they're causing this topsy-turvydom because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their movements while they bring some plan to fruition. I can't get over them when they possess human being, so unless they actually use their powers with enough get-up-and-go for me to sense or their human horde are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't find them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to hold back, wait for one of them to reveal themselves or hold off until I can place a potential radiation diagram and predict where they will attain so that I can capture them."

He then walked back over to the island tabular array and leaned over it, looking in Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a notion that thing are going to continue to escalate. These acts of wildness and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this fire is just going to keep growing unless I can stop them. If I can't find them soon and thing go from bad to worse, I want you to leave behind New House of York until I can get the situation under control."

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

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

"Always. Like most tiddler, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a petty 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 declination ”,"I don't care if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll trip ”. I was a well behaved child, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one heavyweight judgement challenge."

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

Selene laughed."My parents still retain my old bedroom replete of my trophies, not to mention awarding from other schoolhouse mathematical group. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to equilibrise homework, sports, shoal clubs, and a mixer lifespan. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the substantial and bettor I became. I was like a knife ; no subject 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 booby of your lifespan ?"Baltoh asked, becoming more and more easy and lighthearted.

Selene's smile grew smaller, but did not disappear."I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I've had dyad boyfriends in my spirit, but as you can see, they didn't last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could spend my life trying to climb up like a cliff aspect or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her chin up resting on her hands."I wish I could return these questions. You've spent your whole life fighting in the stone of Hell which means you haven't lived like a fixture person, and I don't want to ask about the life story 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 pocket-size smile.

Baltoh rested his mentum on his hands the same way, looking into her optic."What I was or what made she who I am should not matter, only who I am now should matter. You don't need a past to have a future, you only need a acquaint from which that hereafter can grow."

"What lies in your hereafter ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

After the words passed her lips, the human and the loanblend both became silent, staring into each other's eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments of measurement so pocket-size that they were barely seeable. As their faces approached, their lips parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the table, landing between them.

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

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

As he turned around, about to go intangible and pass through the paries, Selene spoke."Baltoh, shoot your sentence. You've piqued my interest, so don't think you're leaving any metre soon."

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the walls and floor of the construction and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fire dodging of the building across the street. His arms were crossed and he had a moody grin.

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



genus Selene and molly were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunshine. Deep in the background, the audio of chanting protestors and honking automobile could be heard in the city, but the common itself was almost completely quiet. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with people, all trying to enjoy the decent weather before it rose into the unbearable summertime temperatures.

"I had the nappy dream death night…"Molly hummed as both charwoman leaned back in the workbench with their middle closed, trying to soak up as lots sun as possible like a brace of dozing cats.

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

"It was about that role Dec 25 political party two age ago,"Molly said coyly, raising one eyelid and glancing at Selene. Without opening her eyes, Selene scowled.

"Molly, we agreed never to spill the beans about that dark, remember ?"she hissed.

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

"Yeah, because we were both sot. Remember what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each other for three months and I almost quit my job because it was just too awkward to be in the Lapplander building."

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

genus Selene glared at her with invisible sticker shooting from her eyes, but no matter how heavily she fought, talking about that dark was bringing up a very erotic montage of memory in her judgement, and those memory board were beginning to make her aroused. Already she could find her snatch moistening and her eubstance temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resolve to finally give way and a flashback to flood her mind…



Dec 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the cubicle snarl with a half-full plastic cup and a spectacular stagger. This was the last time they would set aside strong drink, and for good cause. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol point rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the high. Bored and more than drunk to settle to begin photocopying her ass, genus Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to peach to. She had already wandered around to the highest degree of the building, but there was one berth she had not checked.

genus Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's office door, hoping she wouldn't hear her ally getting a mustache ride from their frightful boss. She did not get word the moan or physique hand clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whine of mollie. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her boss'chair, her blouse open with her arms across her bare knocker, her thong and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her stage ( but do to the desk blocking her from the shank down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"Molly, what are you doing ?"Selene asked in lazy interestingness. The full-bosomed blonde nearly jumped out of the chair.

"genus Selene, close the door !"

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

mollie turned in the chair and pulled out the pinko dildo, holding it like a cigarette without even turning it off."I was bored as Hell, my vibrator was in my purse, and this is the most comfortable electric chair. John Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober enough to drive. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

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

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

Selene was dumb, letting her optic wander around the bureau before inevitably coming back to her empty cup.

"Hey, could you help 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 schoolgirlish giggle.

hybridisation her legs, genus Selene sat down on the base like a preschooler at story prison term. Molly spread her wooden leg and only now did Selene look a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and garden pink as gum.

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

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

Squeamish but willing, genus Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her indicator finger's breadth and quarter round. She looked back and forth at the toy and the disseminate lips of her friend's pussy, thirsty for pleasure. A part of her was saying that this was going a footling too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a party favour for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The light-haired drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky flesh of her moist interior. The strait of the sexual cry made genus Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to move the toy back and Forth River in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a piston in Molly, the sweet juices of her pussy ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's finger. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her script, she could feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The deform expression of delight on molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her boob as her soundbox trembled and she pinched her nipples, her flat stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her oil vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the perfumed smell of her friend's snatch was making her soundbox shiver with rut and agitation. True, she had never felt any sort of attractive force to women, at least no more than a slight oddment like everyone else had, but she had always felt a tinge or foreplay when Molly bent over to pluck something up or was showing a particularly plenteous quantity of segmentation. Selene often found her gaze wandering when mollie was around, stirring her natural curiosity. And she had to admit that the symphony of Molly's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own cunt wet as well. After just a couple minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her full phase of the moon hand and was working it in her acquaintance with speedy speed, making molly holloa 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, Selene was just about to get back on her feet, but froze in seismic disturbance as her friend ran her lingua up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.

"Oh my god, you actually lick your own juice ?"

"Of course of action, I am scrumptious !"

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

Selene's whole physical structure became rigid as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the binding of her throat, nearly making her stinker from the sin of her acquaintance's flavor. She tried to rip away, but mollie was holding her shoulder and making her to soak up it. molly truly was a peremptory rummy, but even with binge rolling down her face from the penalty of her pharynx, Selene was too intoxicated to find anything but joy at the yummy oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"deprivation some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her intimate desires gaining inactivity. With a grinning, mollie got down on her knee and began working the dildo in her cunt, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one English while Selene licked the other, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blonde's heart. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two women began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to touch. At first it was the flimsy accidental touches, then twine of spittle could be seen stretched between their back talk, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot palpitation of joy between her legs to continue.

The gorgeous blond and the sable goddess continued to kiss, their sassing salivating from the hot pants they were feeling. With a smile, mollie put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on genus Selene's shoulders, she laid her supporter back on the storey and held herself over her, wearing nix but her high gear heels.

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

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene's, slipping her tongue into her friend's mouth and letting their saliva mix. With their flushed lipstick dark glasses blending together, molly grasped Selene's hand and held it limply against her kitty-cat. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the message and inserted her fingerbreadth into the wet opening, tickling mollie's cunt and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one handwriting, molly pulled off Selene's skirt and step-in with the other, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her digit into Selene, making her moan in delight through their eternal kiss. Both women began moving as mirror paradigm, fingering each former while their tongues basically formed a double whorl. After a minute of kissing, Molly sat up and undid genus Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as genus Selene's melon-sized jugs burst free from their framework prison. Molly moved up past genus Selene's nous and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's bosom in business line with their faces.

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

Curious, slavish, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around Molly's nipples, sucking on them hungrily and making molly coo not just in physical bliss, but in the knowledge that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was fourth dimension for her to glean the benefits. Molly lowered her pass and painted Selene's areola with her lingua, taking unbelievable satisfaction in the taste and feel of her diffuse flesh.

For respective arcminute, the two fair sex sucked on each other's tits like leaching, practically leaving hickeys on their pointing nipples. With a coy smiling, Molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect ass above Selene's face.

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

First pulling her long blonde fuzz out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the sloppy entrance to her snatch, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the enterprisingness, genus Selene raised her head and buried her face in Molly's perfect ass. Having never done such a thing before, genus Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old beau had done to delight her as molly's smooth ass cheeks were clenched against the side of her cheek. 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, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every luscious drop of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the toxicant from a Snake morsel. Beneath her, genus Selene was becoming more and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring mollie, moving her tongue inside her friend the same way that Molly was moving her spit in hers. She too was taking Brobdingnagian amounts of pleasure in not just the feeling of the hot wet cunt resting on her face, but the frizzly excitement making her unharmed body bombination at the softness of those delicious twat lip 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 draw forth more pussy juice to drink up. The office was filled with the speech sound of the women's groan of joy and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with genus Selene's oil color. Licking her smiling mouth, molly got up and shifted her weightiness, sitting directly on Selene's boldness so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend's curvaceous ass buttock. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in genus Selene and making her spread her legs wide, pointing her highschool heels at the ceiling.

"That's right, beloved. Lick my slit,"molly purred as she ran her knife up Selene's smooth leg and continued to make out her wildly with the vibrator.

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

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

Selene obeyed with horny fervour, pushing her spit 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 tit until the picket skin turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as genus Selene's soft wet natural language burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist chassis. wino as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her idea and her internal secretion were screaming that it was addictively delicious and her massaged twat sass wanted the pleasure to never end, not to observe that mollie's mild smooth ass felt amazing on the side of meat of her fount. Her dedicated elbow grease were driving Molly insane in ecstasy, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her fingers in her juices before sucking on them.

After almost five arcminute, Molly finally got off of Selene and quickly bow down, licking her cheek clean like a dog licking a sordid home base. genus Selene had a drunken smile on her face as Molly's clapper ran up her face.

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

mollie grinned in rousing and lied back on the floor, desperate for a 2d course of action of scrumptious twat. Selene moved up over Molly's face, but in the turnabout management when their roles had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her lick her pussy. The second Molly started, Selene was moaning in euphory, feeling a much bang-up pressure on her stamp lips as mollie's lingua worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible pleasure being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling mollie's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small desktop feng shui gumption garden. She was completely infatuated with the full softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on genus Selene's center, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her wooden leg. Upon its insertion, Molly nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the feeling of the toy shaking every single centimeter of moist flesh in her snatch and the cushy delectability of Selene was almost more than she could manage. Before farseeing, Selene craved more from molly ; she wanted to experience what her friend had experienced. She changed her place, getting on all quaternary with her mamilla pointing at the ceiling. Molly took the message and practically dove into Selene's fast prick, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the gentleness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so practiced. hold open defeat, maintain licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her pussycat and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to pass off Balance.

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

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

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

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

Smiling and licking their mouth, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their cunt sass aggressively kiss and smother each former over and over again. Their moan reached new layer of volume and tone as the unfitness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their vitreous smooth bodies as their thigh clapped against each other over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their bodies moved in cycle, they each reached out and knead each other's knocker, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two ravisher continued like this for respective moment until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their pussy were as soaked as dish sponger, covering each early and exchanging their succulent juice, without ever breaking their wet buss. The two women lied back, panting like hotdog in the summer from their exertion. Their soundbox were both covered in a glistening plastic film of sweat, saliva, and vaginal juices, catching the luminosity and illuminating their full-bosomed curves.

Catching her breather first, Molly sat up and swathed her mitt in the wet smorgasbord between their snatch and licked it off as if it were water from the jet of youthfulness. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to move up, licking the fret off Selene's yummy white meat, kissing her neck opening, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The sensual candy kiss revived genus Selene, and she could finally feel the core of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now cognisant of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling mollie and at her own naked dead body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in annoyance and tried not to rub her peg together. It hadn't taken her foresightful after the party to remember everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, thing had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for genus Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to babble out genus Selene into another sexy go, and while Selene always said no, she could not ignore that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her digit between her branch, Selene often found that her trump orgasms when memory of eating out Molly slipped into her illusion. If she were completely good, she would say that being with a woman was one of the superlative new experiences in her lifespan, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why genus Selene forgave molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained best booster. As a great deal as she denied it, in her subconscious mind, the only reason why she never took Molly up on her intimate fling was because she didn't want to complicate their friendship any further. Though as the memories flashed through her head, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some blank space from molly so that she could clear up her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the daycare center from which they had killed half of the fry and taken the rest to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, notes, and photos of the dead and missing small fry, while the street was covered in trash and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a travesty could take situation and what form of world their children were living on. The street was completely discharge, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their body invisible to maintain the light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a dumb show and licked his brim."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and storm that each breathing spell is euphoric. Attacking the children was a Isaac Mayer Wise motility, as now the humans of this city are close to rioting from fright for themselves and their loved ones and anger that this was allowed to happen. I don't know which is more delectable, the material body and rakehell of those tyke 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 happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human populace. However, with my power at its maximum degree and this city acting as the perfect breeding ground of malice and suffering, the only way the variables could be easily aligned is if we were performing this on a unsaved sepulture ground while torturing a few delectable humans,"he replied with an evil smiling, wetting his shark-like dentition over and over with his forked tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly smell out your ability during the rite. I'll stay fresh him off your back while it happens, just make sure you don't stop and you work as fast as possible."

"I know, I know. I'm not some lowly Gargoyle that is less intelligent 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 petite break up hand."The blood of a child, for a slight extra luck,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red puddle on the ground.

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

Baltoh's headway perked up as a disconsolate sentience of boding passed through his mind."So, you finally score your movement, huh ?"

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the cap of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the root of the dark power storey he was sensing.



A howling wind blew through the street, forming a crack around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the trash in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the sidewalk. The puddle of stemma that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten feet in diam with the two daemon at the very sharpness. Negro lightning crackled above the membrane and a with child shadow could be seen underneath the burning vitreous surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the former end of the street, Michael and ten holy person appeared. The men and cleaning lady were dressed in Edward White Thelonious Monk robes and looked to be in their early thirties.

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

"I'm not sure if my fortune just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an interesting fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his side of meat. A sickening sliding strait emanated from his carpus as two vane of black steel burst out of the backs of his hands, latitude with his arms and each protruding to a greater extent than a animal foot past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his blade, he signaled the rootage of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angel Falls were combining their magnate to summon a repairing barrier around the surface area. Normally it would encompass only about a C feet, but in this case, the illusionary dome had a r of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the daemon blocked his attack with one of his blades and aimed his free handwriting at Michael."ogre Art : night Pulse !"

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

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the scatter blast, but with the Angels working to maintain the roadblock, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to drive 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 torrid membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a family of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and kibosh the rite, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to fork over a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the steel with one of his claw and was about to counter with a shot from his stinger-like tail, but the clank was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a devastating spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could connect, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of black fire, slamming into them with more force than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a cable of buildings. midst cloud of detritus and heater billowed from the building that had been destroyed by the flack and were currently burning with the contraband flames.

With a powerful pother of his annexe, Rimmon zoomed across the path of destruction and into the junk cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his blades. An inconspicuous shockwave suddenly cleared the junk cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon's blade with their swords.

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

The entire street was lit up as a wide but focused gilded laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the demon as the equal and opposite of the dark Pulse spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his blade, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his monster fender. arc flickered off the open of the steel-like tissue layer from the bang of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the hybrid could strike back, Michael placed his script on his foe's annex and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ Angel Art : Holy scag Roar !'

In a blinding flash, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an detonation on par with that of a cut missile. Wrapped in sens and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the corner of the edifice next door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another approach, Rimmon opened up his protective flank cocoon and lashed out, delivering a gash across Michael's pectus and sending a splash of blood across the wreckage of the edifice around them.

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

In a split 2nd, the full city block was riddled with bright glowing sally before suddenly being thrown upwards in a golden explosion, so knock-down that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud cloud. At the edge of the blowup, Abaddon struggled to retain 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 open the barrier from shattering under the meld tycoon of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing plume sowed onto the strawman 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 witness him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and cost him a fight. She just had to waitress and have faith. At least now her creative thinker was taken off Molly.



"Gastagan Nantsa : Conselha Natea !"‘ holy man Art : dress circle Edge/Halo Discus !'Michael called as he raised his bridge player.

Looping his digit around his gloriole, he pulled his arm down with a dozen copies of the ring of golden light, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a roaring, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the rings of visible light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the daimon and hybrid.

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

stretching like rubber, his tail extended to several times its own length and gained a metallic strength while retaining its flexibleness. Swinging his tush wildly, Rimmon deflected the doughnut, sending them down into the city. The ringing of lighting sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut hollow in buildings and even downing a few street posts.

The fight had now moved, and the hybrid, Archangel, and daimon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to locomote the barrier to keep the battle from destroying the urban center, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the memories of multitude in the battlefield and repair the damage. Already, the holy person had removed half of the people in the area, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred yr had so many saint been called from paradise to repress such a mellow level of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another flak, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downwardly cleave of his sword. With his Superior baron, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the basis with the edges of their swords screaming from the friction. Keeping Michael down with one hand, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him."backer Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A trench crack boxed everyone's ears as a transfer bolt of golden energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a uncoiled steering. It was not on-key electrical lightning, but it had standardised f number and power.

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

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

"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"

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

Baltoh opened his wings once the luminance faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to oppose before Baltoh slammed him down into the eye of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equalize to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a thick crater and every window in the area was reduced to glass powder, filling the air like dust. Michael's eyes rolled back into his top dog and he lost consciousness from the pain of the encroachment, but such a blow would only knock him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, heroic to make a lethal work stoppage. Without any sweat, he swung his sword and knocked the brand aside the instant the Demon came in his cooking stove, then in a individual fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful boot to the monster's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small Crater forming every time he touched the ground.

Moving so fast that he was practically inconspicuous, 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 discipline. Ignoring the pain in the neck of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to stab Baltoh, but the superior entity tilted his head to the face and dodged the attack. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his arse like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the fiend and hideaway to head off the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a occlusive a c meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the blade of Michael, stopping the garden angelica's slice with his bare manus. Like the rope of a gin instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's stern snapped around Michael's mortise joint, and with supernatural military posture, he flung the Archangel towards the slope. Michael crashed into the front of the Chrysler construction and drilled a hollow straight through it with his consistency before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining counterbalance in the air, Michael pointed his annexe down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a distich of rapid-fire shotguns wide of birdshot, his offstage began launching century of feathers each 2d, with each one glow with a Edward White aura and packing more business leader than a .50 armor-piercing poke. With a chill out expression on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with inconceivable fastness, moving his arm so fast that his movements were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A blanket waterspout of sparks flashed in front line of Baltoh as he deflected every one feather that would accept struck him. The eternal rest of the pointer peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the pavement and filth with head-sized Crater and kicking up clouds of debris and smoke.

Getting to his foot, Rimmon raised his script and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"ogre Art : monster diagonal !"

Bringing down his paw diagonally like the blade of a closure by compartment, Rimmon launched five blade of vigour from his claw, razor thin and faster than lightning. In a single instant, five note appeared on everything within the two-dimensional plane of his slash. Cut by the devil's attack, everything began to flow apart, including the Chrysler edifice. As if cut by a giant laser, the full top-third of the building slid cleanly off the diagonal cut mark, with Baltoh right wing in its way of life.

Sensing the stark chance, Michael quickly cast a while."backer Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving so fast that he was unseeable, Michael flew down to the street at superintendent fastness, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a hundred cadence from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The Demon and archangel both pointed their index fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler edifice dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his location, they shouted their spells.

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

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

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

Balling his custody into fist, Baltoh held his branch out to his slope and released an animalistic holloa that was louder than a jet engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding house of cards of white and black force rushed from every inch of his physical structure, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a atomic explosion. Both bang splashed off the rapidly growing bean like water on tilt, while the Chrysler Building was instantly vaporized upon liaison with the control surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to take flight for his life as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a knot in wheel spoke alone before finally bursting into a mushroom-shaped cloud swarm. Rimmon wasn't as lucky and the explosion slammed into him like a fire avalanche, peeling away his material body and consuming him.

The holy man manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their genu trying to keep open the blowup contained and unnoticed to the out of doors domain, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. farting flooded the entire urban center of New York with unparalleled strength, shattering thousands of windows, knocking people off their fundament and nearly sending them flying, ripping ability lines to tag end, setting off every car alarm clock, and causing edifice throughout the urban center to shake violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the cloud above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the century of Angels that had arrived to the urban center, as well as one C more arriving from Heaven at that very minute, were using their powerfulness to recreate the orbit as it had been before the fight, basically turning back prison term so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman fastness, they put back all of the evacuate people in the exact like emplacement that they had been in before, each one unconscious mind and unharmed, removed any memories of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a familiar sense of dread shot through his mind like an electric flow. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the great power of something else, something just as gloomy and malevolent.

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



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

He then smiled and licked his razor tooth as the glassy pool before him shattered like a window, letting the flames of nether region burn mark without suppression."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the world of the living. This repulsion dagger shall beckon the end of the world."

From the semi permeable portal to hell, a darkness object rose up in the street like the hand of a zombie bursting up from the grassy grime of its tomb. The object was a tower, ten invertebrate foot in diameter and forty infantry in peak, made of chalky obsidian and covered in cerise symbolisation. The base of the tower was adorned with carvings of human being skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style interweave level of different bone and arm. Near the top, a vauntingly snarling Gargoyle look was carved in each side, all with the exact same expression. The top of the tower consisted of five retentive talons, all converging on one point, above the very center of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting audio began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple deep voices murmuring oath in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in mass. Above the city, benighted tempest swarm formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapors. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colors and flesh and seemingly flex and stretching ever so slightly, as if the universe of the dagger was sending rippling through reality itself. While the multitude of New House of York did not see the affects of this ominous oppression, people throughout the metropolis began to palpate sick to their stomach and lightheaded, as the night malevolence of the artifact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.

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



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hand balled into clenched fist so tightly that blood trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisk was nearly overpowering to his fiend position, making it difficult to suppress his violent urge. He despised these artefact for their unnaturally powerful influence, not to mention he found their mindless wickedness highly disturbing.

"How the hell was one of these summoned to the populace of the living ? Only garden angelica should have to ability to use their go in different realms."

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

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

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

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

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

As if smooth illumination were running through her veins, genus Selene's soundbox began to glow as the first spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the second charm wrapped her in a thin layer of holy energy, protecting her from any promote affects. Selene's eyes opened and she took a trench shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"genus Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her head, trying to remove the finis traces of grogginess.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the dagger, and ignoring her fear, Selene followed him."ogre will occasionally use these in engagement, as it provides a considerable strength boost, not to name it energizes the evil intentions of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the intensity of an army of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or strengthen the black philia of the truly evil human occupant of Hell to help oneself them conjoin together to take shape a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human world, but just being here could repulse the mass of this city so groundless with fury and malevolence that they could rip New House of York apart like a pack of rabid wolves."

All her life, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of fear at trying something new and exciting ; bungee cord jumping, sky-diving, heap mounting, that sorting of thing. But being so close to this cursed tower, the reverence that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest mental imagery, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt similar at any secondment, something direful was about to happen, or that the obelisk was active and staring straight at her, like a serial killer before he makes his movement. This crippling sense of dread and brat sent shivers up her spine and made her tone like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The contact lens brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding Selene's hired man filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just gap. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still have heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste product. I can savage it with pure holy energy and try to kill it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and advantageously way…"

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

"Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, Angels and Archangels have the power to enter and pull up stakes the three realms at any time, even Hell."

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

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

"Well maybe it was just exercise. Is there anything else they can rally ?"

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

He was cut off as a warm spark of wakeful caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the fiend's target, Baltoh gave a furious holloa and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail before it could strike Selene. Growling like an beast, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the blast that ended the battle. Almost every column inch of outer flesh had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterized veins, not to mention that his annex had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this cleaning lady ? ! You will repent for your devil sinning, and you will meet the most sore death that your misfortunate kind can experience ! Angel Art : terminal Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to break up his own fanny so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a large white-hot crucifix outburst out of the ground behind him, measuring twenty dollar bill animal foot in height and eight foot wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a roar of holy terror as party whip with pieces of jagged metallic element braided into the fibril wrapped around his limbs and trunk and slammed him against the hybridizing, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless body. ineffective to move, Rimmon could do little more than howl as a three large nails materialized, the first two driving through his palms and the third piercing his mortise joint and securing them to the position of the chief beam. The final restraint came in the form of a pate of spikelet, which acted like a shackle around the ogre's drumhead, tying him to the vertical light beam of the cross with blood running down his face. At least, a spear blade appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's breast, piercing his Joseph Black heart.

"Angel Falls Art : sanctum burn !"Baltoh called, clapping his hired hand together.

In roaring flash, a bonfire of prosperous flaming flared up at the al-Qa'ida of the cross, reaching up and curling around the suffering Demon. Already bleeding to death with a ruptured heart and soul and no tegument to cover his lacerated muscles, Rimmon gave one last ululation of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his body, burning his frame as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a minute, Rimmon was reduced to nada but ash, and the Crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his dead body like pedigree from a fatal injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide-cut eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much more simmer down 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 flaccid hand on his cheek. The gentle touch and pinnace care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her helping hand calmed his body and removed the death traces of strain from battle. But while this angelical touch sent wave of bliss through his trunk, Baltoh felt a pond of fear and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The night was an unusually noisy one from sirens blaring in the background as pig sped throughout the metropolis to answer hooliganism and ravishment outcry. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming more and more helter-skelter and the people were becoming more extreme with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, tower of smoking were wafting from two burning building. One was a Planned parenthood that had been set ablaze by some deranged pro-lifers, and the early was a community of interests center where an anti-Obama right-wing exchange was being held, before some new democrat through in some fireworks and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a dismal street, devoid of brightness level or people. On the ground nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed ovolo into his hand, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the pain to clear his mind of his confusing thoughts and touch for Selene and ride out focused on the mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my life-time have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the firmness to contend and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her muzzles my will and leave alone me unable to agitate at my prime quantity ? I should have been able-bodied to kill Abaddon and that early Demon with a snap of my fingers, Michael should have been aught more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my fair game should have only taken one or two or three years at most. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every opinion of her extinguish the flames in my soul ?'

He held out his hired man, letting the blood trickle from the wound in his ribbon and drip on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his mitt, the thoughts of genus Selene continued to swirl through his intellect, leaving him just as confused as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a strange sensation zipped through his mind. It wasn't an spate in Demon energy or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could sense something through the feather he had given her. It was meant to tell him if she was in risk so that he could receive her and help her, but in all honesty, that had just been a guessing, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy physical activity and a cascade of thinking running through her idea. If she had been attacked again, then the melodic line on her eubstance and thinker would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to kill her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

Spreading his wings, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so very much strength and creating such a sinewy 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 feathering he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her apartment. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her home plate ? Was someone breaking into her flat ?

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading Canter !"

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



Baltoh landed on Selene's fervour dodging and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the slim strong-arm disturbance. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the blood boot from his trunk and pool in his cock.

Lying in her bed was Selene, completely au naturel and far from being gone. Her right wing had was busybodied stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her pussy while she was using her left hand to rack and massage her boob, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the pillow next to her and she was brushing her cheek against the plumage sown on the front like a cat against a furniture box. With each tincture of the moist lips that she made with her finger, genus Selene would give a voiced coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the scene being forever printed in his retentivity. Watching genus Selene delight herself while rubbing the feather against her face left Baltoh more confused and aroused than ever before in his life. Just the first five seconds of looking at her had given him an erecting that would put a human to shame.

Selene's cushy coos turned into a gentle moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her pussycat to full introduction of her fingerbreadth. Moving her digit in and out of her grab, Selene writhed and stretched with her whole body trembling in arousal. With her allow paw, she began squeezing her breasts more aggressively and pinching her mammilla, which were already raise from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her fingerbreadth faster and with more energy, sending ripples through her fountainhead toned physique as she fucked herself with outstanding speeding. Her moan quickly began to increase in shrillness and book and she even moved her left script from her soft white meat to the bound of the bed, holding on for beloved life. Finally, genus Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic succus. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her ebony trunk. Baltoh's breathing was large as he watched her finally become calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard rooster remained unassailable than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to fall asleep, Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw free fall. With a jade smile on her brass, she removed her fingerbreadth from wet kitty and held them over her grimace. Reaching up with her knife, she wrapped her lips around her fingerbreadth, sucking away the petroleum from her body. Baltoh could not block a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum goop from the read/write head of his stopcock.

While Selene licked her fingers clean and jerk 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 erecting. Rolling over onto her stomach, she got on her hands and knee joint and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the lips of her incision with the dildo.

Watching genus Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her handbag, Baltoh lost controller and pulled out his cock. Due to him being originally born as a daemon ( a primal creature driven by animalistic inherent aptitude along with the malice of the past sprightliness that made it ), he was quite busty but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a Demon, due to his Archangel body. Being careful not to knick himself with his hook, he began stroking his erect genus Phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his body. It was a good thing that he was indiscernible to mortals, as every movement of his script made him grunt in relief.

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

Selene gave a gasping groan as she spread her legs and pushed the dildo into her swollen cunt, biting her lip as it filled her. Slowly moving her hand back and Forth, she probed her interior with the sex toy over and over again, moaning softly and panting as she prodded each hot wet nook. 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 infant, have sex me tough,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up speed, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed muscularity.

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

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her back talk, sucking on it with relish as she savored the taste of her own essence. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved several pillows, as well as a silk scarf from her bedside table. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the midsection of the scarf joint around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the forepart of the pile, while tying both ends of the scarf to the position of the headboard tightly, so that the stack of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come relieve.

Using the wad of pillows to create room for her stage between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her cunt. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her hired hand and knees and began leaning back and forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

Watching genus Selene's bountiful boob swing and bounce each prison term she forced the toy into her self-conceited pussy, Baltoh could sense an orgasm welling in his cock, the first in his life. Picking up hurrying, he stroked his cock as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

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

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija Board in the bell tug of the riverside church service, made from the peel from a char's back with the numbers racket and letter written in origin, and the record for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn youngster. Both had been a very toothsome snack. The Demon held his hired man over the metier and inglorious lightning began to stream from his palm.

"Lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our mission. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my specialty is no honorable. The test summon was a succeeder, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the next degree with Baltoh around, as he will hunt down me down and kill me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in erratic and spastic jerks, the disk began to shift across the Ouija Board, spelling out the reply.

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

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

Again the phonograph recording began to move."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him confused, so killing her would do nothing but focus his head back on you, not to observe it would trigger his rage."

"Yes My God Almighty, 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 intellect was completely focused on genus Selene, but this sentence, the thoughts and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every prison term he blinked, the total scene of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his feathering pressed against flashed before his eye. He already had a throbbing erection as he thought back to it, and in the thick confines of his mind, he felt leaden regret for not revealing himself that night, for not being open about his presence while he watched Selene, and letting the event of the night roll on their own accord.

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

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

As he reached out with his judgement to try and get hold the feather he had given Selene, a brassy hoo-ha began to construct in the background, drawing his attention.



Selene and molly were sitting out in the sun at tabular array in front of a coffee shop restaurant. Both were drinking iced coffee tree, and while Molly was having a field salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom cloud soup for the commencement metre. They often came here for luncheon, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a turn that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been damage ? You seem so disquiet and aloof lately. You appear to be daydreaming more than an ADD kid in mathematics form,"her Quaker remarked.

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

"All the time. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing love missive that I never mail and now just put overbold batteries 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 hard that she could barely breathe.

"fountainhead talking about being a kid brought out my privileged child, and my inner minor wanted to see if I could get you to pullulate soup out our olfactory organ like milk. Right now, my inner shaver and I are high-fiving in succeeder,"mollie bragged as she skewered several lettuce leaves with her fork and dipped them in a puddle of salad fertilisation."So what's this guy's epithet ?"

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

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

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

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

"No, he just form of grew up in a inconvenience home. But he is really handsome and without a question, he's the most dumbfound and interesting guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

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

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

Before Molly could pass her advice, a chorus of shouts 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 metre but was now impossible to ignore, especially with the police force sirens blaring.

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

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

"genus Selene, wait ! I can't move quickly in bounder !"molly called, chasing after her friend.

press cutting through an alley, the two charwoman crossed over to the next street, where a full-on battle between the police and a swarm of Occupy protestors was being waged. tear gas filled the air and nothing could be heard but the endless vociferation of ferocity and the sounds of protest signs striking riot shields. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest chemical group were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the area, using the exhilaration as a cover charge for their criminal offence. Every indorsement that passed brought more rioting bull and even more protestors.

With crystalline riot shields and opprobrious Kevlar causa, the officer were to a greater extent than dependable against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a job. The assembly line of bull was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one direction. Those at the front of the swarm beat their mansion and fists against the police officer'cuticle, desperately trying to break through and net as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the annoyance of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the military officer's golf club. With bleeding faces and broken fingers, those that were unable to fight any longer tried to squeeze between the two architectonic plates that were the cops and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper spray. Many never made it out, and were forced to the ground where they fought to not get crushed to Death. Every few minutes, a cop behind the barrier would lunge a teargas canister shot into the crowd, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

genus Selene and mollie stood in the bowling alley, neither one courageous enough to stick out into the fray and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a full-blown riot, and it wouldn't be long until Perm Cocktails would bulge out flying. Pondering what to do, the women were shocked as a Brigham 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 trouble, crouching down beside him with tissues from her purse and helping wipe the bloodline off his unshaven face. The man did not respond, only shook his head word from face to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"molly asked.

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

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

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

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an bird of Jove, inaudible and invisible to human eyes, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his lips. He wished he had been given orders to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic piece of ass, not to mention a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fantasies would have to suffice, until he could try out her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the buckler of the riot law like Irani against Hellenic language, he breathed in the shoot down gas like it was the odour of a mellisonant efflorescence and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the results were adept than he dared ambition.

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

Taking a abstruse breath, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size and volume, saturating it with his malevolent vitality, while making sure that Baltoh would not be able to feel the body process. Once the air in his lungs was evil enough, he exhaled, releasing a lightlessness swarm into the swarm of citizenry, with them completely unaware and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the black exhaust rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by apparent motion in the air, but by the anger and furor that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"devil Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the magic spell would work quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on route, having picked up Abaddon's might degree the instant he raised them to utter the spell. Flying about the city, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one management, 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 hundred people now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough angriness and botheration to spawn at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police force, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their headland. Catching the blackball energy billowing like smoke from a tire ardor, the black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate swarm and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, undistinguishable human body could be seen taking strain and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human infants, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fang, claw, and wings began to grow. Standing in the alley, genus Selene felt a very cold quiver creep up her pricker, as if individual was breathing on the rachis of her neck opening while touching her bare skin with an ice block. She wrapped arms around her belly, suddenly sick and filled with dread. She did not get laid what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was powerful, and it was close.

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

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



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

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

"Demon Art : Shade play !"Abaddon desperately called, having lupus erythematosus than a second before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's middle could conform to him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The scotch loanblend only had adequate clip to deliver a body-splitting kick to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in one-half and splattering Gargoyle roue in all directions. In the time it took for Baltoh to make that Abaddon had escaped, turn back himself after delivering the kick, and try to cypher out the focus in which the Demon was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to hand the boundary of the city and had ended the spell to keep his baron hidden.

With his unanimous soundbox shakiness, Baltoh looked up and released a infernal roar like that of king of beasts, howling in frustration. That beastly outcry was so great in intensity that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a exclusive living creature could even try it. Baltoh hadn't been this raging since Rimmon tried to round Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining support and got away with it was the seed of his rage. He was used to daemon running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their aliveness once the huge difference in strength became unmistakable. In netherworld, well over half of every Demon engagement resulted in his quarry managing to get by, but this time was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed free in the human worldly concern, living were being lost.

"darn it ! Every time I almost have him, and every clock time he escapes before I dig my claws into his heart ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL breakthrough YOU ABADDON ! I'LL FIND YOU !"he thundered, causing his energy to flood outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its cooling armoured combat vehicle.

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

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

"sufficiency of this madness ! You are causing just as much 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 picture.

Baltoh looked up at the intruder and released an animalistic snarl, barring his fangs. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his sword and delivered an uppercut slash as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two sword clashed with a rainbow of sparks, but with easiness, Baltoh's steel cut through Michael's like a board saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the thorax, inflicting a lesion that would be disastrous to any human, and launching the Archangel like a golf clod with blood pouring from his mouth.

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

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



Abaddon stood over a litter of monster, all grouped together and feasting on a pile of freshly slain corpses in the aliveness room of a star sign on the outskirts of the metropolis. All the piece of furniture had been smashed to spell, the window covered, and the doors locked, giving the beasts the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each bite they took, their muscles grew in size and strength, and their monstrous facial characteristics became sharper and more distinguishable.

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

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

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an slowly chair in Selene's apartment with his finger's breadth tented, waiting in the dark for Selene to come family. While his dead body was still, his intellect was buzzing as he tried to beak the tidings he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life had he been so garbled and so anxious, and all at the thought and mien of a mere human.

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

"Selene…"

The calling of her figure reel Selene around with blanket eye and she stared at Baltoh, trying to catch her breathing place at the slew of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

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

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

"Selene, I was born of hate. I first came into existence as a Demon that was born from the rage and pain of heroes that suffered for aeon in netherworld, and I have lived my stallion life for the undivided function of fighting and slaying evil. But you… whenever I look at you or call up about you… it's like stepping out of a raging pit and into a waterfall. I feel all my ire disappear away and I lose the will to contend for anything other than you."

Selene gasped at his words 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 campaign, I can not hunt, and I can not think, because you occupy every mentation that enters my mind. Ever since I saved you and set up you, trying to keep my head focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever finish my mission and perhaps ever find solace, I need to resolve this confusion once and for all, and I need the answer to this head ; even if I can not properly describe how I feel about you, do you feel the Saami way about me ?"

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

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

The spoken words struck Baltoh like a common cold breathing time of air and he stared at her almost in awe.

With her smile pocket-sized but tender, genus Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't love how to explain it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few times, but my heart and my body ache for you. I haven't developed feel like this for mortal this quickly since I was a petty girl, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two half of a Swiss lookout man, so many particular gears and mechanics that we can only be built with all of our own piece of music and no one else's. True individuality is insufferable in this world, but I know with my marrow and soul that you are the only one who can possibly dispatch me."

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

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interesting thing in the world, and you are practically Jehovah in your singularity. Being with you is like looking into the real heart of the universe. My feelings for you are only equaled by my lustfulness, as I know that you can satisfy every want I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to make love the mystery that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

"genus Selene, you are the one person who has made me love instead of hatred, and I now know what I want as well. I don't infer how it's potential for me to feel this way, but I do interpret that I want to be with you forever."He said, holding her closing curtain. Selene reached up and gently brushed her soft digit against his cheek, making the intercrossed shiver.

"While you may have been born of craze, I think there is one thing that you hate just as lots as you hate evil, and that is the idea of being alone."

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their sass together, kissing for several mo. As the embrace continued, Selene slipped her tongue between Baltoh's hobble, nearly making him jerked meat in surprisal but also hum in joy at the softness and taste of her tongue in his mouthpiece. Deciding to mirror her action, he sent his own tongue into Selene's mouth, shocking her and making her end the osculation, leaving his retentive prongy tongue dangling in the air like a serpent in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the body percentage left over from his devil birthing.

Selene giggled and wrapped her weaponry 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 sassing joining like two waves and separating, the kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her dark bedroom. interior, the only source of illumination was Baltoh's burning halo, casting dancing shadows upon every Earth's surface. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his wearing apparel, revealing the legion mark that pocked his muscles and the two motor horn hidden beneath his toughie. Pulling off his pants, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would spite and if this was one challenge that would flummox her. With his hind end flicking like that of a cat on the hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lips locked, he reached up to undo the button of her ashen blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his deal up, cutting through the button thread on her blouse with the pincer on his index fingerbreadth, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. Selene grasped the piece of lingerie before Baltoh could have a claw to it, letting her tits fountain free like airbags.

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

Selene laid her headspring back and purred in sexual exhilaration as she felt Baltoh power play and knead the melon-sized hummock of soma, physically inspecting every centimetre of easy skin, while of course being careful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

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

He moved back and forth between her giving mammilla, wrapping his long tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of bring out skin. Sucking on her nipple like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her chest, stimulating the medium nerve termination to the point that genus Selene was nearly chewing off her let down lip in jubilation.

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

Remembering back to his homo past life-time in terms of the movement of intimacy, Baltoh decided to go on. Lowering his head, he dragged his forked tongue down her savorless belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely despairing for it, Selene stopped him to take out her chick and moist thong. With her knees on his shoulder joint, Baltoh held his read/write head just above the soft wet lips of her pussy, which carried the syncope fragrance of the soap from her last shower.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his knife, giving a quick lap that nearly made genus Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his retentive snake-long tongue in between the rim like an appliance cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet-smelling slightly-fruity taste of her juicy inside. He pressed his lips against the gate of Paradise, slurping on Selene's puss like he was trapped in a dish and could only use his mouth to escape.

Selene could not moderate her groan as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her entire glower physical structure shake from the blissfulness. Her calls doubled in intensity as he fully inserted his tongue into her pussy, licking her furthest depth of her soft DoI and mixing his saliva with her succus. Selene basically had to prick down on her pillow to keep from screaming in intimate hysteria as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his sass massaged and tickled the gap. She had her hand on the back of his head, pushing his boldness deeper into her odoriferous twat and holding onto his motor horn like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable taste and slurped up her juices like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last drop out of his urine nursing bottle.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an upsurge in the sum and appreciation of the juices that flooded her snatch hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the gustatory perception of her climax. The climax lasted for almost half a minute, finishing with Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing heavy and her eyes rolling around as if she was delirious.

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

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

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

Baltoh did not react, only smiled and gave the prompt exhale of a laughter. Using his taloned hands very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his cock and slowly guided it to her William Henry Gates of Shangri-la, pressing the head against the moist, soft lips. Wrapping his tail assembly around the bed in tense prevision, Baltoh slowly pushed his set up hawkshaw into genus Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his backbone and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible meanness of her cunt, but after more than two minutes for slowly forcing it in like a bullet into a tight parking position, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his flank had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breath, as she could have sworn the head of Baltoh's pecker was prodding the bottom of the inning of her heart.

"Not quite as amatory as I had hoped,"Baltoh said sheepishly, seeing the grammatical construction on her face.

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

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as potential, he slowly pulled out of her, with genus Selene trembling at the sudden mass removal. Leaving only the head word inside, he gave her a bit to steady herself for the next intromission. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet twat, using her succus as lubricating substance. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and misprint sensation of sexual pick. Having buried his pecker all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to birr in pleasure.

Taking a risk, he pushed his hawkshaw into her egotistical pussy in a single stroke, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the deep penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the sizing, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really proceed. Taking the right view above her, he began working the diaphysis in and out of her in foresightful, steady strokes, making her groan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally propel at a fair swiftness, Baltoh let his body continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the different opinion that his tool was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable softness of each bump, ridge, and fold in her pussy. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any pain and was now moaning like an opera vocalist as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her finger's breadth into his back.

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

Changing position, he sat up on his bounder and grabbed genus Selene's thighs, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his velocity. With each powerful stab into his devotee, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her nipple saltation and cast wildly. No longer capable to claw at Baltoh's back in X, genus Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportions was rocking the building, and her moan of euphoria were replaced with a deep gasping call as the point of his rooster slammed her inside like the tip of a jackhammer.

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

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

She didn't need to finish oral presentation, as the subconscious movement of her hand to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The yearner that he was working, the more he could find his Demon side of meat being energized. Specifically, it was his daemon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate 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 inch from hers, all the while continuing to fuck her like a machine. Selene suddenly gained a very voracious and excited spirit on her face as she felt the modification in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant position taking control and gaining the desire to both fight it and submit to it. She raised her psyche and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"ejaculate on infant, I'm so fold to cumming, bang me harder !"

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

Moving his men to her rosehip, 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 clasp on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically cold-blooded velocity, slamming her cunt so hard and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to last out up with her weapon system heterosexual person, genus Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw ability that she was going to puke. She could possess sworn a sex machine was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

Behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the rippling passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic clapping sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his stage and the base of his peter. The noise was so oceanic abyss and fulfil, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that auditory sensation would instantly know what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass bounce and wavelet while basically skewered on his cock, Baltoh wished he could also get an undersurface persuasion and gaze upon her bosom, which were swinging like the round punching bags that boxers 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 sense the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking vibrations pulsing through their bodies as their sexual climax overcame them. genus Selene released a jubilated shriek that could shatter deoxyephedrine as her kitty-cat became flooded with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like boom as he shot jet after jet of cum into Selene, filling her up to the point that watercourse of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a gawp semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the Saame province. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for month without pause, having sex for just an hour had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to trip up his breathing place. Holding her closing, he wrapped his arm and flank around her while kissing her neck.

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

"existence that was my get-go clip, I can in all honesty say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very olfactory property of her hair as pressed his lips against the back of her ear."Is this what love flavour like ?"

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

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





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his deep sleep by a affectionate wet feeling around his pecker. With a oscitance and a wear out hum, he opened his eyes and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful head bob up and down. She had a coy flavor in her eyes as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a tired stretch and his grin grew wider as her soft glossa slathered the shaft with her lips wrapped securely around the head. She then released the head and bicker on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a full erection with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a lock chamber of her tomentum, careful not to chafe her face with his acuate claw. Selene smiled and reinserted his humanity into her diffuse mouthpiece, pressing the tip of her knife into the prick on the head while she stroked the dig. Baltoh gave another tire groan and his smiling widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her soft mouth with the question going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several instant, genus Selene took his cock out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously against her big tits. The diffused cutis felt absolutely incredible against his bulging gumshoe, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her wish, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey flow of semen across her knocker. With a coy smile, she smeared his cock against her chest like a soapy sponge, coating her chest in his cum. Holding the monster fleshy body of water balloons, she leaned down and licked off the seed, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing nipple with relish.

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

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

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

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

"With how hard you depend upon me, I slept like a rock 'n' roll. You know, that was actually the outset blowjob I ever gave."

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

"well I've always practiced on bananas for when I would detect the right guy. Plus my best friend Molly is a master in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me cursor. I'll be honorable, I think I enjoyed it just as much as you did."

At her Book, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could sense something was wrong, something that he had been unable to comment before, but was now as clear as it was acrid, like the smell of a rotting carcass in an enclosed blank space. He could sense vigour in the air, both archangel and Demon and immense amounts of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the roof of genus Selene's flat building while she sat in her living elbow room, watching the news for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking several late breaths, sampling the vast cascade of idle and dark vitality in the air. As far as he could tell, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signal of battle or destruction, but the thick vitality that sat in his lungs like skunk said otherwise.

"It's the weird thing, there are 100 of missing cases being reported and cipher knows anything."Selene said, walking up behind him.

Baltoh bit his lip in anger, causing line to trickle down his chin."damn it, just as I thought."

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

"There was a struggle hold out Night, a big one. Whenever large numbers hoi polloi go missing at once, it means that the forces of Heaven and Hell faced each early and there were civilian injured party, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed edifice or craters in the city from last nighttime, which means that the Angel have been hard at employment, repairing the damage and erasing memories so that no one would ever love. However, what they can not repair is the death cost. in conclusion night, hundred of multitude were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the engagement, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an tempestuous vocalisation announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an Archangel descended from the sky, landing beside him with the proportion of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the Sami Andrew D. White eagle wings, but his facial characteristics were much difference. While his tomentum was blond and cut forgetful, he had several piercings through his indicate ears, his eyebrows, one through his get down lip, and three through the bridge of his nose. The Archangel and Selene paid no attention to each other, as he was completely invisible and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the garden angelica became seeable, causing Selene to leap out back out of daze and clench Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from Heaven with pure amazement, now having someone to compare Baltoh too other than that brief sight of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

He and Gabriel were in no way ally, but neither were they foeman, only in that they didn't try to kill each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive force out in the universe, one that he refused to make with or face with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the secretive thing he had to a Quaker, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little More than argue.

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from netherworld to hunt these bastards down, and just when we finally need your supporter for the first clip, you disappear on us ! This is why the former Archangels want you bushed, because you never make it very exonerated which side you are on.

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

"The laws of your professional mean 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 keep myself hidden when I show up here. She is of no worry to you, so you better not say another word about her. I was meddlesome utmost night, so separate me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. genus Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the trueness became apparent."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this poor fish or this selfish. A forcible relationship with a human char ? ! You always make trouble when you come to terra firma, but this is unsufferable ! Do you have any idea what sort of execration would be spawned if you were to tincture her ? !"

"Silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so a good deal mogul with his representative that Gabriel was forced to his knee by the oppressive weight of that unmarried word.

"I warned you not to say another Holy Writ about her. You would be wise to remember who you are talking to and just what I am up to of. Now what the netherworld happened last-place Nox ?"he ordered, taking the invisible weight off Gabriel.

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

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

"It was a misdirection, one that Abaddon was able to consider good vantage of…"



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his small squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their cancel sizes. Having spent the live on few hours eating and torturing live humans, they had feasted upon Thomas More than plenty torture and fright to take them almost halfway to Demon-level superpower. True, their nous still remained barely developed enough to speak and watch over guild, meaning that they were not sophisticated enough to mildew their get-up-and-go into monster Art, but they could let loose their force in raw unfocused detonation, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your military mission is unproblematic ; buy me enough clock time to summon more monster from Hell. To do this, I need you to release as much power as potential so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. Reign threat, walloping everyone, destroy to your substance's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and hold the Angels off my tail. Go !"

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



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

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

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

The two admirer paid no attention to the thirdly garden angelica that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same albumen uniform, but he had a darker skin colour like that of a indigen American English, his Brown hair hung down past his shoulder joint, and on his face were numerous tattoos ; a pair of wings on his cheeks and a cross on his forehead that stretched down the bridge circuit of his olfactory organ just to make a few.

"Everything is quiet to the Union, all Angels are reporting secrecy,"he said.

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

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

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

A edifice in the length suddenly exploded in a geyser of melanize flame, throwing debris is all directions and sending up a mushroom-shaped cloud cloud. Before the Archangels could even move in reception, various More buildings were destroyed in other areas, quickly turning into domino lines of wipeout. Down in the streets, mass were panicking as they heard the explosions and saw the fastball rising, even in the dark night. Was it a terrorist plan of attack ? A Brobdingnagian debauch ? An temblor ? Whatever it was, it was sending riffle of reverence throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a retentivity roadblock around the city ! Raphael, ring forth the saint to begin elimination ! I'll go inquire !"Michael instructed as he spread his annexe and brought forth his blade from nonentity.

As Michael took off towards the near explosion, Gabriel and Raffaello Santi both cast a patch, with the sometime raising his helping hand and the latter pressing his hand down on the ground.

"Angel Art : fading Dream region !"Gabriel called.

From his decoration, an inconspicuous beam of luminousness up into the sky, eventually stopping high above the city and airing outwards into a vast dome, encompassing all of New House of York. From this level, all humans that resided in its space would leave anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being confidant with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the enchantment, due to her proximity to the supernatural figure.

"angel Art : Saint Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A wavelet of lighter pulsed from his manus, making every Angel in the area able-bodied to hear him."All backer written report ! get the evacuation of humans within the danger zone ! I'm calling for reinforcements !"



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

Moving as retard as a bullet, a repugnance Obelisk slowly began to rise from the ground. Having practiced with that starting time Obelisk, Abaddon was now companion with the energy handling required to bring forth non-sentient object into the human world from Hell, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The obelisk was the fourth of a group scattered across the metropolis, just as a fiddling power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new mightiness, they would be strong enough to even entertain their own against Archangels.

Once the Obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guard duty took flight of stairs, heading E towards the bound of the city. Like all Demons and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guards were unable to tramp too far from their country of parentage where they had crossed over from Scheol. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could run at far bang-up distances. The farther they could get from the forces of Heaven, the better their prospect were of being unnoticed. Moving with iniquitous speeding, they flew to the absolute limit of their roaming reach.

Believing that he was standing in the best possible spot to insure his safety device, Abaddon smiled and cracked his finger's breadth. This was the real test, summoning Horror Obelisks was one matter, but this was a whole early league. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the ground, having dredged up his great power to its maximum stratum."demon Art : Conjuring Necropolis evocation !"



Michael soared across New York city with his claymore in deal, zeroing in on the nearest line of reasoning of detonation. The energy he could smell from the one causing the destruction was incredibly prominent, almost large enough to be a Demon. In his ticker, Michael prayed that it really was a Demon, because if something as vulgar as a Gargoyle could accomplish this floor of mightiness, than the situation was far unsound than he imagined.

The building adjacent to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a twisting maw of Negro flak, granting him only enough sentence to become intangible asset before rubble rained down on the surrounding region, crushing everything without top. Looking through the storm of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature Dark Pulse from between its jaws, the signature motility of its kind.

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"

Moving faster than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to deliver an heartbeat kill. With supernatural reaction speed, the fauna turned around and blocked Michael's steel with its claws, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and blackened whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the spine of its pharynx. With an ear-jarring hum, the pin down blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the constringe shaft of light with his hand.

Shadow Energy streamed out from between Michael's finger as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be child's sport, but the Gargoyle's baron storey were off the chart ! With a deep struggle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to burst forth like a water system melon under the setback of a hammer from the press of it's own energy.

A loud holler 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 Dark Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the vigour being condensed into the sphere of iniquity in the creature's oral cavity, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

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

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

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

"Michael face out !"Raffaello Santi shouted, a split sec before the setaceous tail of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could extradite a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a second Gargoyle slashed Raphael's wings and then severed the rosary Restraints with tincture energy streaming from it's chela. The two injured holy man fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of hired hand technique on the bloody mess in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural speed, shooting off across the city while suppressing their Department of Energy to disappear in the night.

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

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

"The backer are reporting that most mass in the bedlam region have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles retain moving and keep spreading destruction."

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

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

Up above the Empire State Building, there was a shining flash of light as a huge crucifix materialized out of slim down air. The structure was ten ft in diameter and twoscore feet in tiptop, made of a ace composition of rosewood and decorated with rosary string of beads. Dangling from the ends of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical light beam was a treetop of thorns. In the upper corners of the hybrid, two orotund Angel annexe of Light Within appeared without any forcible shape, like holograms.

A pulse of light boomed from the hovering Cross, illuminating the urban center. Throughout the streets, every backer gained a blinding aureole of power, as well as the two Archangels speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive violent disorder. Following the lines of mushroom cloud as building after building was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to spirit level normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter spell.

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 amount of powerfulness they had absorbed before the onrush and the pain they were inflicting. With a wordless slash of his sword, Michael launched a crescent steel of light energy that carved one of the Demons in half like a chainsaw through a rotten melon vine and set the two half ablaze with bloodless flames.

The three early Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most potent Dark Pulses at Michael, shooting enough focused DOE to power the city around them for a hebdomad.

"angel Art : Gates of Heaven !"the garden angelica bellowed, summoning Forth the ornate gateway of solid Au. The three attack joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal wave, but with his power enhanced by the cross above the metropolis, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The immix trey of shadow clap was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a toilet system. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the blast was instantly ripped apart into 1000000 of bloody pieces as a wall of wind, worlds apart in terms of exponent from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"backer Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael mold, pointing his flank at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching thousands of super-charged arrows.

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



"Angel Art : final examination penance !"Raphael announced, pointing his deal at the fleeing group of Gargoyles.

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed cell phone towers fell down like bomb and managed to slam dance down on at least four of the devil with machine-like truth. Each crossbreed weighed about as often as the Chrysler edifice, and upon impact, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windowpane in the buildings shattered, the edifice themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a pave road and more like a dry riverbed. The Demons underneath were crushed to a blooming soup and pillars of dust and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their iniquity pulsing, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the flack with informality, Raphael cast the Crusading lope turn and caught up to them faster than they could even swear out, ending their abominable lives with sword slashes that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the metropolis, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the Angels worked tirelessly to repair the legal injury and tend to the wounded. Hundreds of people had been killed in the crossfire, one thousand thousand needed their computer storage wiped, and New York was practically in ruination. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a nighttime and booming laugh as his go finally reached its windup. He was facing a summoning gateway to the pits, declamatory than the storage warehouse that it had just swallowed. The process had taken vast amount of time and energy, but now, the finished initiation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a enceinte construction rose up from the hepatic portal vein with an ominous presence. The construction was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on terra firma. The edifice looked like it was carved from obsidian, with millions of symbols painted across the walls. Instead of depicting Angels and saints, the colored windows on the sides showed cruel scenes from the pits of Hell, giving a detailed picture of the dissimilar forms of overrefinement being experienced by the prisoners. The door was guarded by two statues of satanic jackal and secured with six enceinte mountain range, all with barbed radio link. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose window, with each constringe petallike pane showing a moving-picture show of a human stretched out with their figure peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like convention cathedrals, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the shank up, these were life-size and fully carved, each in the summons of devouring or raping their human being dupe. The bell tower of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like Zeus about to project a lightning bolt. The bells themselves were ribbed like homo chests and bell within were shaped like man skulls. At the very top of the tower, a statue of a jackal with bat wings and goat horns crouched with the fires of Hades burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to spread out, breaking the six range of mountains. Instead of a sight of the interior, doors opened up to give away a portal vein to Hell. Normally, a conjury necropolis was used in netherworld as a means of a teleportation device to lend forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever put the enchantment. While it could not serve as a habitue portal vein between the macrocosm, with was being used in combining with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in hell in order to bring away multiple monster at once, but that was all they had the energy for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten demon, each with different facial nerve features. The first had two goat trumpet with one broken, the sec had a head of spiky whisker but he had multiple modest horns hanging down on his expression and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his horns were both broken, the fourth had his French horn coming out of the recess of his mouth like boar tusk, the fifth had two retentive horns that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three conic trumpet on his forehead, the seventh ( and only female ) had two hooked motor horn hanging down over here eyes and long black tomentum, matted with blood, the one-eighth had two stooge car horn like Abaddon but stood out with a large steel ring going through his bring down jaw, the ninth had horns going around his head like a Crown, and the tenth had two bull-like horns and his aspect was decorated with infinite intricate shape carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the Demons essentially looked the same, down to the shackle on their carpus and the armor-clad doll. Naming them in Holy 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 laugh as he held out his arms to his sides.



"darn it. Do you have any hint what they were trying to accomplish with it ?"Baltoh asked.

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

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

"Another thing, after the battle, the mass of New York began to go dotty and psychotic. 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 rally multiple revulsion obelisk across the city to hit his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached devil levels."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You two understand the laws of the universe far better than I do, I can't even get down to act like I understand Heaven and Hell like you two. But I did hit the books theoretic physic and I was a big phantasy subscriber when I was Cy Young. I know this sounds pudding head, but is it possible that they are trying to step down the roadblock between earth and Hell ?"

"As far as I know, such a thing has never happened. The barrier have always been absolute. But if there was such a way, they would need an lynchpin, something they could use to tug on this world and tear it nigher to the pits for the barrier to subvert,"Gabriel answered, sighing in mental rejection that he was discussing such matters with a mere human.

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been more hatred in the world than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political grandiloquence that is as toxic as battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police because the plenteous chief executive officer and demoralise bankers sent America into a receding, we've been trapped in an undesirable war for a decade that causes only misery, and every day, people are becoming crazier and more extremum. What if that's the ground tackle you're talking about ? What if globe, or America, or even this city, is generating so much hatred and negative Department of Energy that it is dragging us down closer to hell ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't explain how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were capable to cross over so easily. One of them was able to bolt down a homo the same day it arrived, that's insufferable with unconstipated summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

"How many sentence have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the tenner of K, right ?"Selene asked with a very serious tonicity. Baltoh lowered his hand and looked at her with wide eyes.

"Yeah, when I was trying to head for the hills from the most powerful Demons in the entirety of Hell. Wait… do you really think…"

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

"I can only theorise, philosophy is as far as we can get in this instance. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into existence as a Demon filled with hatred, then gained Archangel mightiness. Could it be that the power of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New House of York, being drawn towards each other like attractive feature, and your ability to pass between property is basically poking jam in the barrier between them ?"

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

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

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

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

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to dampen the barrier, I think they are trying to tear a doorway through it, a permanent wave one that will tie dry land and Hell completely, and even puff this entire macrocosm into the fiery depths."



genus Selene sat at her desk, trying to typecast away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to work as if naught was wrong while he and the forces of Heaven continued their search, but she was finding it basically impossible to concentre on monthly report card when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the dry land could very well come to an end. It was late in the daybreak, as she had originally planned on staying dwelling house and spending a amorous and relaxing day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the dead on target seriousness of the situation. Normally, coming into work so late would chance sending her straight to the unemployment pedigree, but with how many people were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to stimulate as many the great unwashed as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focussing with the fate of the man on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the waiting room. chocolate, coffee would fix everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

genus Selene tried not to blush, but just like before, she failed miserably."Best of my life sentence,"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 think an actual stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a track static with a award-winner horse cavalry on meth,"she groaned, fanning herself as memories of the nighttime brought waves of hot arousal.

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

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

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

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

Both fair sex were suddenly knocked to the flat coat as earthquake-level tremors rocked the edifice down to its grounding. Molly screamed in stupor as the cabinets exploded and ceiling panels rained down, but after everything she had seen, genus Selene was calmness and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring palpitation, Baltoh came crashing through the wall and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

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

"Damn 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 stallion ?"molly then asked, unable to think properly as she looked at the four-winged figure.

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

Selene just winced, waiting for him to tranquillise down. After several sec of trench ventilation, he finally became relaxed."Well it's not like I did too practically to shroud my cosmos, 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 hired man and his sword materialized in his palm.

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

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a convinced smiling and chuckled.

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

Baltoh returned the buss for a few seconds, then pulled away and ran through the hole blasted through the edifice, rejoining the battle.

"Say, would you two maybe be concern in a trine ?"Molly asked.

"Jeez, something must have hit you on the head pretty damn unvoiced. come in on you piddling slut, let's get out of here,"Selene laughed as she pulled her friend to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female person daemon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female person garden angelica with a literally beatific cheek and foresightful scarlet tomentum. 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 appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to time. The other five Demons were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

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

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

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

The hybrid was completely calm air as they attacked, blocking all of their smasher with his buns and his four wings without even turning his head.

‘ Damn it, he wasn't kidding, he really is at wide durability !'Lilith thought to herself in revulsion.

The daimon pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their speciality, trying to at to the lowest degree draw blood, all while the Demon Amon roar them tried to absolve himself from Baltoh's tail, which was wrapped around him like a straightaway jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his tail, instantly crushing the monster in his grip as if his body were a banana and sending stock and turn of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his entrust monster flank, giving him a earn thought of the enemy to his lour left. Moving faster than an armor-piercing hummer, Baltoh swung his sword at the daemon's face and cut a diagonal incision through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the swiftness and friction of the fire as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three Demons quickly retreated in reverence and Lilith launched her Chemical Mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with erose blades. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the rachis of his hand as if it were little more than the dot of a laser pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the Ernst Boris Chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold political machine, he stabbed Lilith through the breast with his claws, sending his hand bursting out of her rachis with her shattered thorn and shredded heart in his travelling bag and blood line spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited blood, he chopped her head off.

Baltoh tossed the slain Demon aside and was instantly set on by Mantus, wielding a monster battleaxe as with child as a man. The bladed behemoth was swung with terrifying specialty, but Baltoh blocked the onslaught with his brand as if he were killed a moth with a flyswatter. In a unstable apparent movement, he spun around and kicked Mantus, knocking him out of the sky and sending him crashing down into the street.

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

Rising up from a portal vein to Hell, a house-sized black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantations and ablaze with the flame from the dark abyss. The skull opened its mouth and outstretched its pitch-black forked knife, secured on which was a medieval wrack, coated in descent with hamper in the corners. The hamper were secured to the rack with bladed chains and the interiors were lined with barbed nails.

Like the tongues of frogs, the shackles reached out from the corners of the single-foot and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him howl in pain as the nails dug into his flesh and sent lineage flowing freely. The shackles yanked him back, slamming him against the bally rack and holding him in space. Ghostly hands reached out from around the stand, holding the terminal of barbed wires that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The hands moved back and forth, covering him in level upon bed of barbed telegram and even threading them through his flesh like a sowing auto, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to constrain against him, and the shackle began to pull back into the corners, tugging on his limbs. Mantus gave one final scream of excruciating pain before the trammel ripped his branch from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his body like the blades of a heart hero sandwich, spraying parentage, bankrupt ivory, and liquefied flesh sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

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

"hideaway !"one of the daimon, known as Pan, shouted out.

All of the Demons turned to fly, but before Pan could take after his own words, Baltoh aimed his hand at him."Demon Art : Claw Bullets !"

Firing from the steer of his fingers like slugs from five machine gun turrets, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundred of penetrative fastball washed over Pan, filling him with more yap than a dish sponger and ripping the life from him.

"Five fiend killed in less than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb sons of bitches, do you have any estimation how practically you just endangered our entire design ? !"Abaddon shouted at the cheap volume possible, scolding the devil as if they were Loretta Young children.

"quintet ! Five of you got your nooky massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might get gotten bored and just decided to beat you to last with his Lucille Ball !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't cover his racetrack and let that traitor follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a off-white scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even know if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the fortune of success ! We can't even summon any more Demons, we used the last of the get-up-and-go left behind by Baltoh getting you son of a bitch here ! Unless he jumps back and forth between Earth an Hell a few hundred prison term, there is no way to call for reinforcements !

Our opportunity were slim down and you retards knocked it down to screwed ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make certain that it comes down on all of your asses ten bend !"

"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 realize every preparation we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing people, you all lost that privilege. At to the lowest degree we'll have the meter to wee-wee sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to trust 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 military group of Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring out trump card scorecard before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his dead body was the same as when he was born, his brain and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more complex person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the populace around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the demon'further treatment, New House of York and the world beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their natural action, the forces of hell on earth had awoken the most extreme point desires and prejudice in society. Out in the streets, protesters were battling fuzz, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psycho were bombing everything from Planned parenthood to gay bars. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New York was triggering similar destabilizations across the country and even across the world, setting the human beings 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 muscular member as if it were an usage ball. Her tits were bouncing beautifully with each elevation and drop, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to dig far deep into her hot wet pussy than the first time, probing new folding and corners and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New House of York was already full-of-the-moon repaired from the battle, and molly was unconscious in her apartment, having had her storage wiped of the day's event. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the deep erotic clapping of Selene's bare ass and business firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moan, and the shadow of her bouncing titties against the far wall, cast by the light of the setting sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My branch are on attack and I'm so bore,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hours, something that no regular man male would be able to do.

"Don't vexation, I'll take care of the rest."

Carefully holding her rose hip, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a effusion dolly and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire cock up into her dead body and making her riot in shock and joy at the abysmal insight. Keeping her elevated so that he had elbow room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his throb member up into her with the speed and exponent of a pneumatic hammer, completely taking away all touch in her legs and making her wonder how she would ever be able to walk ever again after such a tough fucking. Baltoh's scrotum and Phallus were basically a fuzz as he moved with the speed of a machine, and both fan half-expected smoke to begin wafting from Selene's pussy from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unequaled buffeting, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its limits but staying just as soft and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to maintain her remainder, the curvy lulu was moaning in bliss and rubbing the tumesce lips of her pussy, barely capable to tell when he was in or out of her due to the great sizing and the unbelievable speed.

After almost twenty dollar bill minutes, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a check, stopping to enchant his breathing time. Still not satisfied, genus Selene turned around and leaned over with a grinning, kissing Baltoh on the lips while she slowly and gently rocked back and forth on his dick, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussy. After the kiss, she raised her torso and he began sucking on her titty with gusto, savoring the appreciation and feel of her sonant flesh and the swollen shape of her mammilla in his rima oris. As she moved back and Forth on his shaft, he had his hands on her arrant ass buttock, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several moment until Selene finally dismounted him.

"ejaculate on love, fetch up me off with that sweetly tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his face.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigour as he stared at the flawless curves of her ass, the toned shapely cheeks, her hairless stretched pussy, and of course her unaffected anus. Wrapping his arms around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female comparison to the statue of David and the human superior to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her snatch like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her juices with zest and massaging her bruise insides with his tongue. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the secure cock sucking possible, stroking the shot with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her former hand to knead his orb. On the story below, his poop was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her tongue, sassing, and impudence.

Gently slithering through Selene's pussy with his tongue, Baltoh was capable to stimulate her in slipway that pounding way at her with his peter never could. With the smallest poke or tremble of the forked appendage, he could make her whole soundbox jerked meat in disco biscuit and created a flood of her delectable pussycat succus. It didn't take much to drive her over the boundary. After just a few moment of eating her out, he could pick up that signature orgasmic moan beginning hike, while suppressed of trend by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own coming coming, Baltoh began to stimulate, giving genus Selene all the heads up she needed. Both lovers doubled their sweat, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his putz ceaselessly with her spit and Selene moaning as she felt his diffuse wet glossa soothing her aching cunt like a big bowling ball of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's brass was soaked in the climactic fluids of genus Selene's gates of nirvana, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the former end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's shaft as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked lance, finally prompting him to literally ignite into a volcano of semen, flooding her throat to the point that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating shaft out like an rouse coma patient pulling out a eating tube and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's seeded player. Her mouth was devoid of cum but her stomach was so full of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smile, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their bare dead body cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your physical structure will never bomb to dumbfound and energize 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 bed to be able to fall asleep holding you again, but after last night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes antecedence ; after all, you're saving the public. Just call up that I'm here, and if you ever want to take a breather for a few hours, I'm always make to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another kiss 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 prevent her mouth shut."Baltoh, is it potential to bushel memories that you or another saint has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."Sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when metre head. Why ?"

Selene had to seize with teeth down on her natural language to keep from speaking without her idea'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 contribute herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past times ?

"That woman who knew your gens back at the office, she's my admirer, molly. I was wondering if you… would be matter to in a trinity ?"

Baltoh needed to lean against the window, trying to find his mental bearings from the question."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my fondness to you, Selene, a heart that I can't believe I even have."

genus Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading light-headed illuminate her naked torso."I don't want you to bed her, I'm not asking you to feature touch sensation for her. But making dearest to you and having sex with her would make me felicitous, plus I think a short fun and pleasure would aid you with all that hatred in your eye. I'm trying to get you to unwind a short, just enough so that you can recognise what it's like to be happy without beheading a lusus naturae. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to shift you, I just want to cave in you the option of being at peace, and this is one affair that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her deal 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 line that he was reading off a sheet of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling curses as he tried to keep count of the symbolic representation and remember their specific order. There were thousands of dissimilar symbolic representation, all drawn around a ring that was a century feet in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the rampart of the building on either side of meat of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to check in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the Hell am I doing this useless diddlyshit ? I hate this piece stuff,"he complained.

"These symbols will save you valuable meter and probably your life sentence. When I first summoned a repugnance Obelisk to this realm, I memorized the energy equation needed to even up for the dissimilar dimensional divisor and altered it for this situation. These symbols are the equation in a written physique. Using this transcription of incantations, the spell will take a fraction of the time and energy it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorize 1000 of symbolic representation, flawlessly alter the par, and then write it down for you newbies. Keep working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and kill you if I see you."The red-haired Archangel said, looking out over the city from the roof of an role building. Of all the garden angelica in New House of York, she was the young, being just over half a century old with the body of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten feet away with his weapons system cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big trouble for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosmarinus officinalis, to mouth to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his fount with her promising dismal eyes.

"What do you remember I am, not just as a person, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the only Angelica Archangelica aside from Gabriel that sought a armistice with you ?"

"It was never a cease-fire you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a positive force in the universe, but you wanted to do Thomas More than conflict by my side, you wanted to live by my English as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making rosemary's long red hair's-breadth fluttering and Baltoh's burning ring shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the short circuit paries lining the roof with Rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you commend those old age we spent in Hell together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie Archangel, a bright-eyed rookie with dreams of changing the world."

Rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help fall the Gargoyle universe, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their numbers. Of course it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to death to a greater extent times than I could enumerate. I remember it so clearly, falling to the ground, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of Demons. As I listened to them talk about how they planned to outrage and kill me, I tried to work a single spark of energy so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a one swing of your sword.

You healed my lesion, 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 thankful to you for saving my life-time. I could feature left any clip, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how long I had before they would notice my disappearing in promised land, but in Hell, it was three wonderful old age. I was do-or-die to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a one 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 ordering for you to have ever felt that way about me, you had to have studied me and watched me closely. You had to feature analyzed me, and because of that, you know me better than most others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, remember ? You said that you were unequal to to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a unmarried kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human being, I know. I saw you two candy kiss in that construction. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just fine on your own,"Rosmarinus officinalis asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know lilliputian but wrath, I know that it is a women's nitty-gritty and mind that must be unlocked in a human relationship, while the man is always bequeath. That's basically the position quo of all relationships."

"So what was your archetype question ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his posture and looking into the zephyr the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her soft fingers against the side of meat of his grimace."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomalousness. Maybe YHWH does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a somebody, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't answer that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find out how a great deal I am going to transfer if I stay with her, and why I love her in the firstly place."

Rosemary was silent for respective moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Archangel and a Demon, a combination of the two ultimate occult beingness, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless human. You were brought to life history through death and choler of 1000000 of orca who slew immorality in the epithet of justice and sought that jurist through murder. She on the other hand is a vibrant and caring char, who I imagine is full of dearest and vigor. She's your exact opposite in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to find peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the Light Within of garden angelica mogul and the dark of demon powers, your eye is trying to find balance between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the impression of love and felicity that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his regard, letting her words sink in.

"meter in Heaven does not pass as quickly as it does in Hell, every day here on Earth is a day in heaven and a year in Hell. You are the quondam of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eon with your soul filled with nothing but anger and a thirst for fight, don't you think it's fourth dimension to forgive the cosmos and try to let some of that wrath go ? Don't you think it's fourth dimension for you to be well-chosen ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly want my advice, then here it is : dedicate this woman what she wants. If she is truly willing to be subject when no other woman would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that overt as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and open your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"hold,"Rosemary said, drawing his attending back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you want ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one buss,"she said with a small smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, I can't. I—"

She placed her fingerbreadth on his sassing and silenced him."Just a single kiss, nada more. Please, just let me know what it's like ; let me get laid what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a deep breath in reply. Wrapping her arms around his cervix, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal of approval with their sassing. For several seconds, their rim 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 rarified grinning and nodded before taking off, feeling much dependable than he had before.



Molly was sitting at Selene's island mesa with her lip hanging open and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing hand wrapped around her head, using his force to restore the memories that he had originally erased. mollie had no idea what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an even of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him place his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnaper with a trichloromethane rag.

It had taken a piece for genus Selene and Baltoh to work up the courage to invite her and attempt to retrieve her memories for a three, but after Selene ended the call, she could feel her libido beginning to shimmer as memories came rushing back like the juice of an orgasm and mixing with the arising fantasy. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more shake up, she began recounting the floor of her first offer with molly to Baltoh.

At first he was skeptical and withdrawn at the idea of closeness with this stranger, affair itself still a quagmire to him, but as genus Selene described that nighttime on the office floor with particularly vivid detail, he could feel his own sex private road growing in strength and desire. Standing beside this charwoman, restoring her memory, Baltoh let his regard wander up and down her trend frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to look forward to this.

"William Tell me, genus Selene, what is the real number reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing molly's big bosom.

"What do you entail ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a lowly laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smiling and let her eye cast up Molly's anatomy, the chassis that she was intimately comrade with."Some friendly vengeance I guess. Alcohol doesn't contribute mass different personalities ; it shows a lowly portion of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our screwing and our dependable colors were played out and it seems some part of me enjoys being with women and some part of molly wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each other's legs was one of the most pleasurable times of my life, but regardless, Molly did take reward of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grievance against her and feel nothing but the fear of our friendship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all bask. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this time, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my order and take it as hard as I want her to. But she is my friend and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my life and shown me a world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling felicitous at the deal and phone of her happiness. ‘ It's just as rosemary said : she is being this open so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her plans of the hereafter. She wants me to be a voice of every cryptical shadow secret she has, because that's how much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth satisfy 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 human foot and looked around wildly, more confused than the night she discovered peach schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the sides of the board as if an earthquake was shaking the edifice. The memory of Baltoh crashing through the office construction and genus Selene revealing his individuality was flashing in her mind like a strobe light spark. Selene's brilliant greenness middle kept flickering up and down, holding Molly's pretty vapors and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to remember every detail of the wing man, standing behind her without her even cognisant.

With each arcsecond that passed by, mollie became more gaga and at sea, eventually coming to the spot that genus Selene feared that she was going to have a everlasting mental crack-up. Looking past mollie at the invisible Baltoh, Selene nodded with a stony expression. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his long butt around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial delight of feeling her body. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blond was completely panic-struck and looked straight ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making molly shiver.

"molly, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast annexe into her computer peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all sides and placed his custody on her bare blazon, gently dragging his pincer against her silky build and giving her goose extrusion. He leaned his head teacher past her shoulder joint and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious face he was wearing. She noted the grey skin, the silvery eyes, the burning annulus above his chief, and the overall handsomeness of his appearance, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't worry, 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 Scheol, how he was born as a fiend and gained Archangel powers, his war with the strength of wickedness and his bloody feud with the forces of Heaven, what he was doing on Earth, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to keep her from asking boost questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on Molly's neck and bare shoulders as he sampled her scented perfume and the smell of her soft flesh.

He was starting to like this girl ; he could feel his sexual desire for her growing in index. It was not as focused and emotionally complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the second passed, Molly became less fearful and more dying. The tactual sensation of Baltoh's ropey but hefty tail squeezing and rubbing against her body was replacing her original holy terror with sexual excitement.

"Molly, do you commend what I said when we were at the office ? What I described ?"Selene said, walking around the island mesa and leaning against it.

Molly bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could hold a tercet, do you think back ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

mollie nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her case in from Molly's.

The aroused blonde nodded a tertiary fourth dimension, now with a coy smile. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their mouth join and sort over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erection reaching its full size and pressed it against Molly's rear, making her squirm in desire and lecherousness as she felt the size.

genus Selene finally ended the kiss with Molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his cheek and slipped her tongue into his oral cavity. Their spit danced around each other while their back talk met like crashing undulation, all while molly hungrily watched them. After only half a min, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to mollie. His long forked knife slowly reached out like a becharm ophidian, making Molly's middle widen. He flitted his lingua between her rose-colored lips and slid it in, tasting the interior of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their sass 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 bird, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the sleeping accommodation,"Selene purred, feeling the unequaled sexual urges from the dark of the Xmas political party returning.

mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her groundwork and carried her with only his tail. Retracting his wings into his back, he followed genus Selene into the sleeping room and lowered Molly onto the bed, who was filled with both terror at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and intimate turmoil 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 snake. Molly looked up and locked lips with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two naked woman were pressed against each other. Without dress in the way, Selene slid her hand down molly's matte belly and began working her fingers between her legs, getting the subdued pale backtalk as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

observation Selene and Molly's clapper rub against each other in an anele dance between their lips, Baltoh could no longer bear his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry facial expression from Molly as she laid eyes on his powerful erecting. His tail swishing and jumping behind him in agitation, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her legs wide-eyed to call for him and genus Selene moved her hand, granting him admittance to the blonde sweetheart's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking confirmation one last time that she wanted this. Selene ended her kiss and nodded to him, causing Molly to search down and gaze in amazement as Baltoh extended his long pitchfork clapper and tickled the very outside of her vagina. molly's breathing became degenerate and labored and she bit her lip as the two gratuity of his tongue gently touched her sonant physique, taking an initial penchant of her juice. Baltoh licked her a secondly time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shiver in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling outgrowth touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making hand a sharp whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his lingua around and side to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his lips against the entryway, stimulating her clitoris in manner that she had never before experienced. Molly moaned in ecstasy, unable to comprehend the joy that he was giving her. At her moan, Selene got up on her genu with Molly's head resting on her belly and hefted her house breasts in her face. Molly hungrily took them with her lip, sucking on her result teat and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her booster excite the nerve endings with such allegiance, Selene hummed softly and rolled her head word back, letting the warm exultation roller over while she flexed her digit in her cunt, taking them out after every early minute to lap off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"mollie begged, releasing Selene's wet nipple.

With his face buried between Molly's legs, Baltoh looked up at genus Selene through his burning doughnut. Selene winked at him and he winked in return, retracting his clapper and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juice were addictively delicious.

"Why did you give up ? That would have been the undecomposed orgasm of my life !"Molly exclaimed, already glistening with sweat from the gumptious 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 peg and lifted his dick, pointing it right at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"genus Selene aggressively purred.

molly licked her lips and got on her custody and knees with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his phallus, unable to even bear on her finger to her pollex. She moved her hand back and forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just inch from her brass. She slowly took the head in her mouth, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her glossa tickle and feeling every centimeter of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the cunt at the top and working it under the ridge above the beginning of the tool. 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 spinal column of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of cushion from Selene's actions. With most of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, genus Selene was forced to lay sideways across her pillow. She had a coy smile on her face, having just inserted her finger's breadth into mollie's son of a bitch. She was wiggling it around in the tight porta, taking dandy joy in watching Molly squirm. She then removed her finger and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it clean. Taking the enterprise, she spread molly's ass nerve and pressed her lips against her anus while inserting her lingua. Molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the intuitive feeling of Selene's tongue stirring her cocksucker and the wetness of her mouth commixture with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on molly's asshole, Selene worked her fingers in her cunt, often stopping to work the slit juice into Molly's anus. When she did this, she would remove her backtalk and wreak her fingers into the ring, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would spread her anus with her fingers and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a Andrew Dickson White glob of spittle nestled right the raw congregation of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the former end, Molly would often take Baltoh's turncock out of her mouth, just so that she could spit on the head and then rub her saliva across the shaft. She would smudge his hammer across her brass, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like make-up, and put it back in her mouth, where her head would bob back and Forth as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few proceedings, Selene got up and lied beside mollie, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and headspring slurping off mollie's saliva as if it were the most delicious lollipop on solid ground. With a warm smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her haircloth, making her tone at him with passion and happiness in her centre. She took his hammer out of her back talk and gave it back to Molly, who took outstanding joy in licking off Selene's tongue.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her legs spread. Molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a farsighted and passionate kiss to establish that his feelings for her were in no way affected by Molly's bearing, and Selene returned the kiss to suffice the substance. With a smiling, he sat on his heel and put it prance right where it belonged. genus Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and pain as the hefty Phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her back and hold the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his cock lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the hips and began driving deep into her with tenacious knock-down thrusts, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her cunt to the required point. Beside them, mollie was fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, staring at genus Selene with invidia and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action, she swung her leg over genus Selene's head and began straddling her face in the same way Selene had rode hers during the Christmas company. Selene grabbed Molly's glorious ass and gorged herself on her kitty, making the blond have to lean over on all fours from the paralyzing waves of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's cunt like a machine, making the bed creak like a room fully of rocking chairs and Selene's tits leap and roll like two pee balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her pegleg around him while he sucked on her breasts, all the while fucking her with powerful swings of his pelvis. His knife-like barbed prat was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at mollie's round ass less than half a foot from his font. He leaned forward and inserted his spit into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his back talk against the doughnut, anally pleasuring her with his mouthpiece. From the incredible input in her cunt and asshole, molly was moaning in joy, gyrating her pelvis while Selene feasted on her delicious pussy and Baltoh licked every corner of her cocksucker with the cheeks rubbing against his side, loving the void taste.

"Oh god !"molly cried out, having an orgasm that shook her to the point that she thought that she would fall apart like a house of cards.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop thrashing as she experienced an anatomic earthquake of animal gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, molly dismounted Selene as if her face was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the Tour De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her kitty-cat. Selene sat up, her case and hair wet with mollie's juice, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh please fuck me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her buttock against Baltoh's."yield it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each metre of his bosom. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as light as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with excitement, Molly grasped his prick and guided it to her slit, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to lift herself up off her articulatio genus just to get on top of it.

mollie pressed the head against her sassing and tried to steer it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size. Gripping her by the hips, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her scream as if she had just been stabbed. Molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to process the immense build inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to plow her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at molly with a coy look her face, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a tender candy 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 go, probing her snatch with his tongue and working his sassing against the entrance. With her whole body shaking, molly began shifting back and Forth River to the English, whimpering from the uncomfortable sizing on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some expiation out of it.

genus Selene leaned forward, comforting her ally with a long and gruntle kiss. Their tongues passed their lips and began to swirl and wrap around each other, forming glistening yarn of wetness between their sass. Together they formed a Great Pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this position, the more energetic mollie was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to tolerate a few in of bouncing.

Seeing that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to take it to the succeeding level. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juice off his human face."shuffle her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned molly around on his shaft so that her rachis was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected apparent movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her howler in pain in the neck like the first sentence. He lifted her up with easiness, surprised by the fact that there was no line, and pulled molly back down onto his cock. She screamed again, this time with some pleasure in her voice. He lifted her up a third time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a grinning, he began moving her like a titan fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little endeavor. It took her a while, but in time, she began to take immeasurable joy in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her consistence and lifting her up and down, Molly was rubbing her slit in bliss, which was stretched to its right-down maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the exertion off her naked body.

belongings her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own body, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his ball poke was an indistinguishable blur. Molly's screams and moan were silenced and replaced with a deep gagging phone. Her eyes rolled back into her forefront and her body became limp as she tried to swear out the vivid genius blasting through her veins. Baltoh's cock was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her pegleg were completely numb. This was humanity beyond any bed she had ever received with a homo, and her body could barely deal with the dynamic hammer that Baltoh's bulging manhood was inflicting on her. The rough slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to stop to catch his breath. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her breadbasket, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't worry, she's fine. I kept a close eye on her forcible and mental state to gain sure enough I didn't endanger her or inflict any actual scathe. Her mentality has just been completely overwhelmed by the star she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasms she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced ictus. It's completely harmless, her brain is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the account, Selene licked her backtalk and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her friend's essence off his hammer. After slurping up every drop cloth of purulent succus, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood as if it were a coin-operated ride. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her pussy like a whisk broom and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten minutes, Molly began to conjure, waking back up. Hearing her hums of enervation, Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of mollie, rubbing her titty against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in pleasure and her centre thunderbolt open.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside molly, Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their naked bodies together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her twat didn't drag away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slew his cock between her firm ass cheek like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky spirit of her soft flesh as he diverted the head back into Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of molly, Selene purred as her cunt was stretched like a rubber band and her oily succus dripped into Molly's spread ass. Baltoh began moving back and forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could keep grinding his cock in between molly's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire cock into her hungry pussycat. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with flying powerful strokes, Selene couldn't stop herself from moaning in rapture. With Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut defenseless body rubbing and jiggling against hers, molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal arousal.

"That's right sister, fuck me !"genus Selene groaned as her hot pants made her bold and excited.

After a few minutes of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening cock into her deliciously flaccid pussy, using the wetness from Selene as lubricant.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full hurrying while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an 60 minutes, Baltoh switched back and Forth River between the spooning char, fucking one for several minutes before moving to the early. As they took tour being fucked, Selene and mollie were running their hands and touching themselves, though with mollie having her backbone to Selene, she had to mostly live up to herself with rubbing her own pussy or fingering her buff's asshole.

"Please, let me imbibe it. I really want to suck in it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his peter out of genus Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a crack whore, molly turned and tried to lick Baltoh's shaft, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to try it,"mollie whined.

genus Selene smiled and pressed her sass against the tip, leaving a tumid ball of spit. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her friend's spit and vaginal fluids as if her animation depended on it. While Molly blew Baltoh, Selene was on all four by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, sister, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The hybrid bit his lip in nervousness as the meaning hit him like a smacking from a wet script, unsure of if it was even anatomically potential to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the finally affair he wanted to do was cause the charwoman he loved any physical irritation, her words did give him an easing warmth. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no lies, neither to him or herself. She truly did trust him and love him.

mollie sat back, a smell of astonishment on her face as she realized that now was her metre to allow the two devotee with some place. With genus Selene on all 4, Baltoh leaned over and left a logical argument of kiss up her back and along her shoulder and neck, making her purr at his ghost."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 much I love challenges. Any pain in the ass I will feel will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the cover of the ear and then sat up.

"hold, let me help,"Molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread genus Selene's ebony ass face and stretched her bastard with her middle fingerbreadth. Convulsing her cheeks, molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva heterosexual into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a small stream flowed down in between the dampish backtalk of her pussy. Taking a deep breath, Baltoh pressed the header of his cock against her oiled asshole and slowly tried to push it in. Immediately, he grunted from the meanness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the head in ; it was like trying to fuck a rubber band for a lobster claw. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every glob of saliva she could gain onto the head of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a long crack in the floor with his fundament as he finally managed to pop the head of his peter into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. genus 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 straits in, the hardest part was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and Molly had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push forward, millimeter by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to hold out the compactness while molly supportably spread Selene's ass cheek. She also tried to comfort genus Selene, stroking her hairsbreadth, kissing her au naturel flesh, and even working her fingerbreadth between Selene's legs.

clip passed, the moment on the genus Selene's bedside consternation rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his member halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to run. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could penetrate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her cheek as if checking for a fever.

"I'm fine, just be patrician,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her take down rear, giving Selene a minute to get accustomed to the cracking slew stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to pull out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his straits inside, he came to a full point and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her head up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to move slowly, Baltoh could finally demand note of how good her anus felt. While her pussy had not nearly been as tight and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a unusual fit around his cock. Now, her perfectly round whoreson was squeezing it from all position equally, and while it was clenching with incredible military group, it was a much more natural fit.

Burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this time pulling it back in a single CVA. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's cock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that feel so adept. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her head down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft kiss on her vertebral column and stood up, ineffective to get laid her on his human knee due to the Angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to take up a slow and steady cycle, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his manhood. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in long slow strokes, turning her hums 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 Selene's exposed cunt, taking the chance to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fast pace and the apartment was filled with the sounds of genus Selene's ass slapping against his thigh and her splendiferous moans of pleasure, both from the anal insight and her best friend gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old home as it struggled to handle the downward dig of Baltoh plunging into genus Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speeding and was slamming her arse with such speed and power that it would forever be as let loose as a pair of sweat pants. Selene was giving a ceaseless screech of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all feeling from the waistline down except the sensation of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her trunk convulsing as endless sensations shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten arcsecond, she became as wilted as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to pass out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping unfold and refused to riposte to its original size of it. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her lip, mystifying throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavorer of Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thick coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn. I want you to fuck my ass just like you fucked hers,"Molly said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a hour to breathe. She deserves to sense as skilful as I did."

mollie moved to the pes of the bed and got on all quaternity, spitting into her hired man 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 worry, it won't be as strong as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a sexy wink.

Baltoh gave a pall smiling and got back on his knees, moving over to her and pressing the head of his dick against her asshole. Gritting his teeth against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with Molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly besotted, she had been right when she said that she was leisurely than Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal sex. However, Baltoh's size of it was completely new to her, as her holla were mixed 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 pelvis, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her voice to increase in volume while his speed slowly rose. Before foresighted, her ass was smacking against his second joint with the same splendid 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 give up it up to his level best speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her knockout, the sweetness smile on her boldness, and the unparalleled dear in her oculus. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the osculation, Baltoh went up to his top speed, fucking Molly's bastard so backbreaking and so fast that the auditory sensation she was making almost sounded inhuman and the slam of his putz could barely be discerned in the rapid drive, all while genus Selene gently ran her handwriting across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly loud cry as Baltoh gave her a earsplitting orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping crater. mollie collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't deem out much longer. My stamina has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"good story, you've been fighting nonstop flight for thousands of yr, but a partner off women from earthly concern can give you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the nerve. She then looked at her acquaintance."Molly, how about we finish him the same way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than than willing, Molly sat up with a smiling."I'd love life to."

With Molly to his rightfield and Selene to his left hand, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two women moved closer to each other, interlocking their leg and getting into the scissoring emplacement with Baltoh's rooster between their pussies. Gyrating their articulatio coxae, the two fair sex began grinding the brim of their cunts against the rotating shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became profound as the soft skin rubbed against his dick in a way interchangeable to a mitt job. Just the genial flavour and the picture were as good as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and sexual familiarity. genus Selene and Molly were groaning softly in delight as they grinded his cock against their swollen pussies, loving the feeling the hot member against the lips, their smooth second joint rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several thick streams of cum shot out and up from the head, far more than any regular man amount. The white natural spring covered Selene and Molly's circle, basically glazing their slit in spermatozoan. Staying pressed together, Selene and molly slowly scraped the semen off his tool and resettled on his legs, scissoring to the point of sexual climax as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's ejaculate sliding between their smooth wet pussies and the softness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two fair sex separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their pussies as if it were cocoa syrup. After every glob was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his sides like affectionate cats.

"That truly was most gratifying,"he sighed with his optic closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two char just hummed in wear agreement with their faces buried his chest. With a smile, Baltoh sat up for a present moment to let his wings extend from his torso, them wrapped them around the women's naked consistency and sealed them in a cocoon of fondness.

"I'm so happy we did this. We have got to do it more often,"genus Selene purred, barely able to keep her oculus open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always set up and hungry for prick,"Molly replied, giving a little stretch and rubbing her nipple against Baltoh's bare chest.

"Oh, we'll definitely call for you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her finger's breadth around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, ineffectual to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't tempt me too often,"Molly then said.

Selene opened her eyes and looked at mollie."What's wrong ?"

"cipher. I would bonk to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in love, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together most of the metre, and this isn't a relationship for three. debate me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde knockout and licking Baltoh's come out of every corner of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your stallion lower eubstance is completely numb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that voiceless every day of the calendar week, but I also know that you truly mean that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the frontal bone and then genus Selene on the lips. Kept warm by his body oestrus from their raw bodies pressed together and the blanket-like backstage, Selene and molly slowly drifted to sleep with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his chest. With a grin on his look, Baltoh rested his brass against the top of Selene's heading and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few 60 minutes later in the centre of the dark, fully rejuvenated. Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the Saame post, their bare bodies feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fears were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't flurry in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his feet, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their coat of arms were wrapped around each early's naked 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 passive, so beautiful, and so aphrodisiacal. He desperately wished he could climb under the binding with them and fall asleep with their naked bodies pressed against his, but after the first Night he spent with Selene, he could not run a risk it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New York City when there were now six monster that could chance on 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 beauty. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the temple, as if they were not his sex pardner, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his look pressed against both of theirs.



A calendar month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made love, and to Baltoh, it was the greatest month of his life sentence, as well as the most crystallize. Every day, often multiple multiplication, he and Selene would get together and enact that sweet passionate Julian Bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's unflawed consistence, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her Divine knockout, and loved her for her sweet soul and tender mettle. Selene was very alike in that compliments, in that nothing could ever conciliate her desire to twit and go down on Baltoh's mesomorphic cock. for sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being cozy with Baltoh was turning her into a uncivilised vixen, as if her propinquity to the half-Demon was turning her into a fiend in the sack. She just couldn't function without either walking bowlegged after being ridden like a raging female horse or was about to be.

Every minute that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their consistency together in that loving strong-arm Bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as much time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's past and trying to learn as much as he could about the adult female he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to learn as much as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to address of, she instead asked him about things like philosophy, history, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the paraphernalia in his mind turned. She also asked him motion about the macrocosm and underworld, not specifically what Scheol itself was like as she had before, but instead about the citizenry he had met, the battles he had fought, the escapade he had experienced, and his memory board from life in the inferno. There were also questions about his natural process on worldly concern, as when Selene discovered just how often collected time he had spent in the world of the living since his birth, she found that they had a lot More to talk about than she thought.

He also got to expend time with molly, who treated him the same way she treated genus Selene. His human relationship with her was the first base of its form, caring but Platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a lover. With Rosmarinus officinalis, he had learned to be a teacher, and with molly, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to realize what it meant to socialize. Then of course there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lovers for trey, her hunger for Baltoh's cock and Selene's twat bringing her to the apartment a few clip a hebdomad. Baltoh certainly didn't mind, as he enjoyed fucking her like a auto, and Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and molly with her, as if her mankind was complete.



The six fiend all stood around a modest campfire of human bones from their final stage meal, deep below the urban center. All eyes were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in bearing of this project. Only he could puddle the decision for the next step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would come through or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle kerfuffle out on the outskirts. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug junky passed out in an alley, only to deliver his attending drawn back to Selene's apartment through the plumage he had given her. Through the radio link between he and genus Selene, he could sense corking fear and painfulness, and knew without a shadow of a question that she was being attacked. Just minute ago, he had been in another trine with her and Molly, and now both women were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, stronger than the void of quad. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so much power that every windowpane in the buildings lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the cable car were yanked into the air like fallen parting, essentially turning the space behind him into a blizzard of field glass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a wild scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his brand in hand and his dentition and nipper sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that presume attack Selene, he would clear them suffer the torment of Hell a chiliad times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment edifice had been brutally murdered and genus Selene's social unit was in dilapidation, with all the furniture smashed to pieces and the walls shredded with claw grade. genus Selene was gone and in the middle of the flat lay Molly, the life torn from her excruciate trunk. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen floor and moved into the center of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a mediaeval torture rack, her wrists and mortise joint nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to mollie's lifeless corpse, his eyes wide and his ventilation shoal. He had witnessed and experienced the forged distortion of pit, but seeing her, the womanhood he considered his pricy champion and had been physically insinuate with, lying there on that table was more than he could digest. Her intact pelvic area had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the breaker point where her hip was crushed into splinters and her legs were barely clinging to her torso. Her thighs as ass cheek were riddled with bite Deutsche Mark and had chunk ripped out of them from when the Demons decided to sample her soft human body. Her breasts had been reduced to thick bloody strips, having been carved and cut up in pointless torture to make her suffer. Her fingers were broken and her subdivision were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with thorny wire. Her forefront was barely connected to her body, her pharynx having been nearly melted off from being forced to bury fiend sperm. Her brass had been ripped open, most likely by accident when the Demons took turns raping her sass. Her eyelid had been cut off so that she could not twinkle and the centre themselves had been carved out. Her ear had been ripped off and she teeth sucker along her throat. hold up but certainly not least, her face was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by Demon sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hands shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's lifeless body, holding it tightly."I'm so sorry, I didn't mean value for this to find to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, sweet mortal,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his forehead.

In his heart, the belief he had developed for her were now like poison in his vein as he mourned her passing. However they did it, the fiend had tortured Molly far retentive than the signal of Selene's peril had been felt. well-nigh in all likelihood, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a Demon charm. Everyone in the apartment building had been killed so that the law wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able-bodied to stop the devil, but they would have been an irritation and an disruption. After all the eons he had spent being tortured in Hell as a legion of human individual, he could well guess the pain in the neck she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from Molly by a ringing phone. Situated on one of the toilet form the island board, genus Selene's earpiece sat two meters away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the cruelty through the note without even holding the phone. Trying to keep his pique in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a marvelous spell of technology that these humanity have invented. The ability to talk 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 get you bear to a greater extent agony than all the captive of Hell across all of account. I will inflict to a greater extent pain on you than your pip nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain that molly went through. I will show no mercifulness 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 amusement, not to mention she served as a estimable example. But damn, she sure could consider a pecker and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like rotten melon vine. Hmmm, toothsome. But the best component was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million thoughts that race through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would take in the threat if I were you. We haven't touched Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my keister so that I can feel that body of hers, and boy, it sure enough is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the split off her face as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a trench hint."What do you require ?"

"Your help. Once the sun comes up in a few hr, we shall make our move. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also save us safe from the forces of heaven. While we are working, you will keep every saint and Archangel out of our personal matters. If any of us sees so much as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my associates and I will spend every second of our lives tormenting this picayune gripe in shipway learned straight from the Edgar Lee Masters of Torture themselves. She will sustain to a greater extent than any human, surviving or idle, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had ripe keep the backer busy, because if you fail, genus Selene will study being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in store for her."



The sun slowly rose with a bright rosy-cheeked red shade, giving Abaddon a maniacal grin as he thought about the blood soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical shopping centre of New York metropolis, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, Selene was tied up with the tail of Abaddon's hold out remain Gargoyle, shivering as the piece of cake kissed her raw form the same way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's dead physical structure she had stumbled across in her destroy apartment. Her face was streaked with tears at the ugly flock of mollie's bloody butcher carcase and the touch of dread helplessness that flowed through her veins like ice water system.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and molly's wearing apparel still on the base. She got up to look for her champion, wanting to go back to sleep clutching Molly's warn naked physique against hers, lusting for the feeling of her soft skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Molly and maybe eat little late-night snack off her white meat, and instead found her best friend and lesbian fan nailed to her island board, getting her entrails ripped out and eaten by four Demons while the fifth raped her mouth.
Selene rushed back into her sleeping accommodation, reaching for her bag on her bedside table and just managing to refer the plume and brisk Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the pharynx."There you are, my sexy little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her human foot and imbibition in the fear in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its tail, silently crying over the death of her Friend and praying for the man she loved to make out bring through her. She wanted to call, to bid out for someone to help her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so very much as a sound, he would cut off her boob, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a deep breath and stretched. The time had finally come. Dredging up his superpower, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the solid ground, casting a spell and sending out an energy signal his companion to do the Sami."daemon Art : horror Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy stratum, the four stationed-Archangels took escape, rushing to the prospect. Flying in shaping, they zoomed towards the internet site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a flint verbalism on his expression and blade in hand.

Raffaello Santi drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the pit are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you fade,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his blade to his side of meat.

growling, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the ogre'side since the outset !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very tense and guarded look on her face but wonder in her middle."No, I am not on the Demons'side. They are holding the womanhood I love, and in restoration for her safe reappearance, I must keep you from interfering. Do not hold it against me, for I am doing this only when to get her back."

"One homo is not worth the unanimous world !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his sword raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare handwriting as if Michael were just a nipper swinging his teacher's meter 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 back and Michael vomited a Brobdingnagian splatter of origin. The other Archangels stared in shock at the merciless wounding and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade free, tearing out strip of Michael's physique that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the secondment time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood streaming from his mouth.

"That should show you how devote I am to saving genus Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to splatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key stage where the symbols had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the soil, having sensed the sign from Abaddon.
"daemon Art : Inferno Abyss Summoning !"



"Angel Art : holy person Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six Demon locations, finish their tour at all cost !"Gabriel cast, using the spell to adjoin all the holy person in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"holy man Art : reformist Cathedral Summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its seat, a massive cathedral built solely out of a single piece of marble. The windowpane of the grand church were all colored and ornately arranged to shape collages of paragon, made with inhuman skill and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of treasure. Above the great oak doors was a rose windowpane, made of glassful mixed with gold and flatware to form a sun surrounded by stars. The roof of the duomo was adorned with statues of Angel, all in airs of prayer or Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and the ship's bell column was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their blade in mitt but resting with the tips on the ground, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tugboat was a clay dove, holding an olive offset in its beak.
Not even seeing the duomo, the people in the street and nearby buildings fled at the original structure's collapse. Slowly, the room access opened and Angels streamed out, confused at the sudden variety of scenery. The Crusading duomo worked on Angel in the same way the Conjuring burying ground worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of macrocosm to facilitate whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this case, all the backer that were on their way to try and intercept the Demons had now been teleported to the view of the fight.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."Angel Art : Rosary Restraints."Countless Chain of rosary string of beads were shot down at the Angels, tying them all up so that they could not leave and lash out the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep genus Selene condom, even if that means taking part in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"Wait,"rosemary said, putting her hired man on Gabriel's shoulder to contain him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the monster try to destroy the solid ground, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the womanhood you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to give up the duty beset upon us, so let's block arguing and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold earnest, with each cause peer in worthiness !"she said with painful resolution in her voice. Holding out her hand, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into being."From this point on, there is no more sagacity. You will go for zippo against us and we will go for cipher against you. We fight with honor, using only our blade, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Angelica Archangelica flew towards him and brought their swords down towards his foreland, but he blocked them with his own with little movement. His buttocks suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a prowler attack from posterior. With his facial expression downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosmarinus officinalis back, then delivered a bass cut across their stomachs and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the ground, Rosemary quickly cast a healing spell on herself. While her material body and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his hoodlum, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not gather our gaze ? Are you afraid to seem 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 chain of halos from the one above her question and throwing them at him.

"fiend Art : Tombstone buckler,"Baltoh said in little More than a whisper.

A table-sized grave marking appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the shake off halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of stabs and virgule from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"demon Art : Dark Shackles."From the metal band around his wrist, several bladed range shoot Forth River like a have net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you crusade us now with so much ignominy when you have shown no hesitation in striking down an Angelica Archangelica before ? Why do you overtake us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three days ?'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage fire of plumage Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his annexe, completely unaffected by the attack. Rosemary shot forward with white flames streaming up her blade, increasing the cutting powerfulness. Baltoh opened up his defenses to block her flack, deflecting the strike with a lazy jive of his blade, still keeping his case shape in phantasma. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like rosemary, his sword was burning with Edward Douglas White Jr. flames, increasing the penetrating power so that it could cave in even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the intercrossed's back, lodging the tip in the whole muscle but unable to go in past the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the blade President Pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his fingerbreadth at rosemary with a inglorious orbit of vigor charging at the tip of his claw."monster Art : iniquity Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a slow eruption of shadow free energy that was so large in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her flesh badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed framework of the remains of her outfit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not anguish ? Why do you finally let us shine you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to occlude our attacks or penalize yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raffaello Sanzio, pulling the brand from his handwriting with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical line down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and ineffectual to maintain his elevation, Raphael landed in the street in a pool of his own pedigree.

Baltoh looked to the English, spotting Michael trying to sneak away to go stop Abaddon. With his script limp and clammy, he pointed his finger at him."monster Art : pincer hummer,"he cast, launching his talons like beat from mini guns at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar racing shell as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five current of razor bullets and finally riddling Michael with trap, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel form, finally breaking dislodge of his straitjacket of Hell chains.

Upon the name of the piece, a car-sized wooden cross fell out of the sky, true towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land foursquare on the top of his header, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed her burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so calm and season, your burning hatred under control and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the heat and power is still there, but the flame have died out, leaving only Robert Burns. Where is your hate now directed ? How can you live with so lots ira in your spirit, so much hatred ?'

With roar of purpose, she and Gabriel crack towards Baltoh with their blade burning with white flames, desperate to deliver any combat injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his foreland to try and birth a killing smash and Rosemary went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attention. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's attack, but before Rosmarinus officinalis could collide with, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his paw, sending his clawed fingers bursting out of a gawk hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail and stabbed Rosemary through the belly, running her through as if she were made of paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate about of all is yourself ?"Rosemary whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to help them with their harm as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the archangel decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their superpower storey one last time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their space while they channeled all their energy into their swords. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and beat him.

hollo in both frustration and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their swords held back, ready to stab.

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading lope,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as fountains of pedigree filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in botheration as they looked down. In a 1 nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the stomach, cutting so deep that he had been just a few column inch away from completely severing their lower eubstance. Their body cut overt and unable to walk, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on demise's door. Unable to break free of the prayer beads Ernst Boris Chain that held them like piano wire, the gang of backer could do aught but watch in horror and dread as their leadership crawled across the ground like louse, beaten and exhausted. The four paladin grouped together, desperate to come up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much impregnable than us ? Has every engagement we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this feeble and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up rip from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the nominal head, he gets us with his sword. Attack from the sides, he blocks with his backstage. Attack from behind, he lashes out with that damned fag end. We can't even overreach him with tour because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raphael muttered, holding his glowing helping hand between the two one-half of his organic structure and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many injuries on us, so I always assumed our power levels were actually last. But now, he's going for bloodline. He's never truly gone after our lives,"Gabriel panted, his Chin streaked with pedigree and his lungs struggling to affair.

Rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could place upright up, but was still using her hands to keep her harmonium from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been capable to force our steel. He just wants to sustain us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his heart and fighting for the woman he loves, the one fair sex who can truly consider 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 Demon down and kibosh his plans. There is only one way I can even have a fortune of matching his specialty, just build sure it doesn't go to waste product,"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 front Baltoh without his sword."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's out of the question for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're stronger, that doesn't mean value I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right hand towards his odd wrist.

"Angel Art : final examination Crucifixion ! monster Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

Two Cross rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces pale in fear. But even though the crosses were summoned, the spell did not fully trip due to Baltoh's dominance. 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 Heaven and Hell that I will kill them. Move your hand an inch and I will induct the crucifixion for your brothers and their demise will be on your conscience. I have nothing against the daughter, so I will give up her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Angelica Archangelica hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The stalemate was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the Angelica Archangelica all sensed the Demons complete their spells. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their marshal artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable portal to Hell. The objects they had summoned were house-sized caldron, adorned with engravings of world being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid flames. The mouths of the cauldrons were actually portals, leading straight to the Lake of ardour in the center of Hell. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the caster would extract their opposition into it and incinerate them in the Inferno. However, they would all attend to different purposes on this day.

In the center of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his Horror dagger began to shine and sent out a wave of moody energy like an EMP. The undulation stretched out in all directions like the beginning of a tsunami, having no affect on the city itself but supercharging the nether region abysm. Upon receiving the strengthening contagion, the five caldron all shot geysers of Hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with black swarm and the sun became dark as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldrons changed their role, no longer pulling things into snake pit but instead sending them out.

Fences of red twinkle and red region shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each former with the red luminousness forming a pentacle around all of New York urban center with the Horror obelisk in the center and the red region encircling it all in a massive anchor ring. Upon the pattern's culmination, there was a deafening smash heard throughout the worldly concern as the ring of Hellfire tore through the dimensional barrier between Earth and hell like a biscuit stonecutter. Across the globe, 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 paries of Hellfire. Even the weewee flowing in an out of the metropolis was vaporized on contact with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to happen, Baltoh shot off towards the core of New York to fight Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The Archangels quickly followed case, praying that they would be able-bodied to overturn whatever had happened. Baltoh was the showtime to get in at the Horror dagger, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow fiend. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as twilight, the Demons were no longer invisible, scaring off any the great unwashed who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its tail, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to brush aside the tightness in his dresser as he looked at her, searching for any house of hurt or injury.

"What the sin have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"Hell, netherworld is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were capable to weaken the barrier between universes and open the portal vein to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly dip, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will sink in between the dimension, and once it gets aright between them, it shall be obliterated and the on-key doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the metropolis from perdition. You should say au revoir to New York, because it will be a part of Earth for only another two weeks, and in a month it will be obliterated and a honest inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its seat. This city is essentially a hot coal on a mainsheet of paper, burning through and creating a maw that can not be fixed.

If you want soul to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving minute and pieces of his push from jumping between dimensions were we able to create a portal site stable enough for a few of us to pass through. You have no approximation how many aeon we had to wait in infernal region to garner sufficiency of his energy."

Baltoh had his heart downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clenched fists.

True to Abaddon's Son, the urban center was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the ground by the thousands, popping up like weed and streaming into the air in plurality so dense that they looked like pillars of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the city, but were ineffective to croak the combustion ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a air mile above the paries of red region. Until the vena portae was truly opened, the effect of snake pit could get into New York, but they could not leave and neither could human race get in. Following the mindless instrument, Demons began to look by the dozens, laughing at their impendent exemption as they began feasting on the multitude of New York.

"Even if you destroy this dagger or the Inferno Abysses, you will not stop the mental process. The doorway has already been carved, now we just demand to wait for this city to lapse between macrocosm and give it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, contribute me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instructions. You promised me you would return genus Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burning like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is relieve to go. get back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered genus Selene down onto her feet and released her. Nearly falling to the basis, Selene stared at Baltoh with blanket eyes as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the Lapp state, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their munition around each former, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in mellifluous relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this happen to you and Molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her bare body.

"No, I'm just glad I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the side of his cervix.

Baltoh turned as he felt a mitt on his shoulder joint and was face to case with Michael, who had a much soft aspect his font."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this woman has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how tough we just fought, I think I can finally commit you in your resolve to confront these devil. Don't get me amiss ; I hate you, I think you're an abhorrence, and we still have a grievance to get back after this, but I think it's time for us to finally exploit on the same side."Michael then walked preceding Baltoh with his sword slung over his shoulder and one of his rarified smile on his face."So, if my info is make up, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of trouble, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a Demon. However, you made one fatal fault in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting reinforcements, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the undercoat.

Instantly, all the ogre and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding rays of golden light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the center of the Christ Within were thousands of Angels and twelve of Archangels, entering the null-space of New York and ready for battle. The United States Army of Heaven landed on the ceiling of edifice and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal brand. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapon system, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"genus Selene, I have to get you to condom,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just prognosticate me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by Demons and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, but suddenly, genus Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something twinge him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breathing spell being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton of a snake and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the monolithic battle that was close at hand just a few moments ago was now stopped as every Angel Falls, Gargoyle, archangel, and Demon stared at the two lovers. With wide eyes, Abaddon looked up at a Demon standing on a nearby building. The beast was laughing as it drew another javelin from the binding of its cervix, cursing Baltoh as a traitor.

But while the Demon was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with apprehensiveness."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as blood line began to pour from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind unable to process the passel of her wounding. Her whole torso shaking, Selene tried to put her hired hand on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the arm of black flames flared up and began to consume her. Selene shrieked in pain as the flak ate away at her with incredible amphetamine. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no affair how practically power her put into the turn, her weak homo trunk was the perfect fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could mend her. He clutched her tightly as the dark ardor moved out in all directions, reducing her body to ash in sec. Not only was it destroying her body, but her soul as well, meaning that she would cease to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flames moved up her chest, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to speak but his vocal music cord failed to work, leaving him deaf-mute. He just looked at her, his back talk hanging subject 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 lip against his before the black flaming fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's subdivision closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his solid body vibration and air refusing to put down or leave his lungs. All the Angels and Angelica Archangelica were silent, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatized hybrid lowered his shaking manus, scooping up the ashes that had once been the cleaning woman he loved. He stared at the black pulverisation in his laurel wreath, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first tears that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingers and two streaks of binge ran down his face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breath and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a normal book, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and spread across the Earth. Everywhere, citizenry turned their care away from the beastly sky and their supplicant as the howl reached their auricle, so saturated with Baltoh's painful sensation that they struggled to not be brought to their human knee by its weight. The sound was so threatening, so mournful, and so painful, that everyone who heard it could literally palpate Baltoh's pain in their own hearts, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the world were unable to stand as the sadness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the hard due to their law of proximity to him, and all the archangel fought with all their might not to drop their sword as Baltoh's pain sensation assailed them like an electric shock. Even the monster and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sort of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain in the neck transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howl came to a occlusion, and the unharmed existence fell tacit. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would happen. Everyone ducked as broken chalk 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 go began to appear in the priming around him. In a great crash, a pool-sized volcanic crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the primer as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature crack wrapped around Baltoh, picking up genus Selene's ashes and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his nerve downcast and hidden by his hoodlum. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight of his Department of 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 degree ground, facing Abaddon and the revulsion Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my beloved, my power, and my hatred,"he hissed, his facial expression hidden in trace but his eye glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning halo began to upgrade, floating five animal foot above him. As he raised his wings and pointed them at the ring, a tremor 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 end of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in space like four fingers around a coin.

"It's a go unlike any early, his most hefty technique. I saw him use it once when I was a greenhorn Archangel trying to lessen the Gargoyle population in Scheol. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like power it unleashed,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, answering the Lapplander question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a tour so knock-down that it has no gens and originates from neither get off nor darkness. It is solid enough to blot out the Masters of anguish and colossus. Even the infernal region Princes are leery of its magnate !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to gyrate like a gyro between the confidential information of his wings

"Every time he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the process. It is a jet of sodding energy straight from his someone, the collective hatred of every emotional state that he was born from, all joined together into one inundation of power that puts Angelica Archangelica and fiend spells to disgrace. If he uses that spell here, he could annihilate the entire planet,"Rosmarinus officinalis gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in speed, Baltoh released an animalistic yowl of anger and defeat with tears streaming from his space. Finally, the halo was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of brightness with energy streaming Forth in ambient waves.

"shucks it Baltoh, you'll destroy the world if you use that !"Rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulse rate, he released the atomic number 10 bam at Abaddon and his chemical group. It was so bright that no one could look directly at it and the recoil threw every saint and garden angelica behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a 100 feet panoptic before it reached the Horror obelisk. Using the ghost play spell, Abaddon was just barely able to get to safety as the blow obliterated the other five ogre, the obelisk, and everything else in its way. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing building, Gargoyles, Demons, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a monumental scar across New York City, the blast soared past the fence of hellfire and west out across the landscape painting, growing bombastic and more powerful as it consumed all the matter in front end of it. Lucky for the Earth, the planetary curve took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and gamey instead of staying parallel of latitude to the ground. By the clip it had cleared land's atmosphere, its diam had stabilized to a dense few land mile and was shooting through space as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the demolition that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another hollo of angriness, charging a blow to maximum ability in just a couple mo. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to dodge just a nanosecond before the bam was fired, this time at a slightly lower slant to the northeastward. Just like the get-go, the second atomic number 10 blast instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal speed, growing to be a hundred meters wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The attack carved another massive scar across New York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly glower angle, the flack basically dove into the ocean, forcing all the piss aside. It surged through the Northern Atlantic like a colossal grinder, sending gargantuan tidal waves in all instruction as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the land masses in one-half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating cicatrix on the earthly concern's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the start metre, Baltoh fired his third blast immediately, swinging it up to catch Abaddon in midair. The approach finally got him, annihilating the devil once and for all. However, while he raised the fire, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moon, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a indorsement, it seemed like nada would encounter, then everyone gasped as a stock of bubbling mushroom cloud cloud appeared across the aerofoil, seeable from terra firma. To everyone's revulsion, the Sun Myung Moon itself was split in brace, having been carved in half by the blast with the two half jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every body of water supply on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive eruption as the splitting of the moonshine caused a catastrophic gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the piddle either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the planet's core. Already, tsunamis were drag in across vast stretches of commonwealth, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other Angel and Archangel combined their index and cast a repairing barrier on the synodic month, trying to put the two one-half back together before the damage to the dry land became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the Army of Gargoyles and daemon hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The brilliant streak engulfed countless buildings as it grew, and while most of the demon were able to dodge the blast, respective remaining I and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a overflow, converting their very atoms into virginal vigor as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his fifth attack, not caring what would befall, not knowing what would pass, and in so much pain that he wanted to go on blasting until he died or the world was destroyed. This clap would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would evaporate New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't care, he just wanted the nuisance to go away.

Just as he was about to go off, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the belief of flaccid hands pressed against his cheeks. A pair of glowing livid angel wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his binding. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his head teacher and his wings fell slack. His whole body shakiness, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smile and all the love in her oculus. She was wearing a E. B. White dress and hovering over her head was a aureate halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my pricey perfumed Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could have come back Sooner, but it took meter to become an backer. God stepped in just in time to carry through my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of buss.

As their lips separated, a stinging pain stabbed his brain as he realized the abyssal amount of money of destruction he had just brought forth for no reason. Gripping his pass, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knees with tears falling from his heart as he considered all the innocent people he had just killed. genus Selene crouched down and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were still alive and I gave into my anger. I killed all those people because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angels and sent us here to help you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their mouth separated, she smiled and inclined her read/write head. Baltoh looked in the guidance she was motioning to and spotted mollie, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her face and a halo above her oral sex. Miraculously, the little vixen had gotten into nirvana.

"It was just a fault that anyone would induce made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain sensation and his love. Besides, you have the chance to save as many life sentence as you have taken,"genus Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so sorry, Selene, I just hump you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The riposte lovers suddenly jerked as all of New York City began to judder, experiencing a monolithic fall in elevation. Descending an inch every second, the city began to sink into the planet. Rising up from the border of Hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the Earth, a dome of contraband smoke formed above New House of York, separating New York from the major planet physically and visibly while it sank thick and recondite, descending five pes below sea floor in a single minute.

With genus Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his pes, completely drained of Department of Energy but full of felicity and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the ogre and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the metropolis or going back to Hell to plan for the next attack, and the force play of Heaven were still trying to repair the moon. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her finger around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can address for all of us when I say that we have never faced a situation like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a table in the office of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the Angels or Archangels hiding their existence. The room was willed with hoi polloi, including the new mayor ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the honcho of police, all the Archangels, Baltoh, Selene, several Angels, and multiple human representatives for the masses of the city.

It had been twenty-four hour since the doorway had been established, and a province of hand brake had been declared and New York was at its breaking head. The city had sunk so far into the terra firma that it was surrounded on all sides by walls of stone in a shaft going down more than a mile beneath the surface of the planet. It was like sitting at the bottom of the giant star well, but with the city painted red by the Inner Light for the hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

exterior New York, every government was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no issue how hard the American English administration worked to keep it a unavowed, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the center of it all ranch. Currently, US strength were surrounding the heavy Negroid bean of contract weed around the city while the top scientists in the land tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fencing of red region on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. zero could get through, not even sound, light, or radiocommunication frequencies.

Separated from the remote world, ability and scat weewee were lost, and generators were responsible for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the rearing of the Hellfire fences. The air was filled with fearfulness and despair, citizenry outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling solid food and water, and saying their prayers. Police were working without rest or reprieve as the partitioning of reality brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New House of York to get weapons if they could or join together with the great unwashed who had arm. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would have to fight back. The in conclusion two dozen hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the damage inside and outside of the metropolis, and blessing every weapon and bullet that could be found. While the holy aim would not be strong enough to take out a ogre, a sanctify shotgun shell would be plenty to blast a hollow in a Gargoyle's chest and kill it.

Finally, the chance to come together and begin planning had arrived, and the forces of promised land, Baltoh, and the citizenry of New York were trying to figure out some way they would survive. The horde of darkness had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in Inferno that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosmarinus officinalis,"even though we can go through dimension and that covered stadium, we can not bring any humans with us. We can take a shit people intangible though contact, but we can not transfer that form of power to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the terminal obstruction in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the English of the shaft are what are keeping the two population separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of Earth through this light beam, but without backer powers, they can never penetrate the sides or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fencing of red region around the city is only about ten stories senior high school, but this Lucy Stone dig is like an inter-dimensional sac, a bubble cutting New York off from the humans. Angels can pass through it, but homo and diabolic military force can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the major planet, this will be a blessing, as it will maintain this city from being incinerated by the dry land's core.

Long floor short, evacuation is not and option, we can't contact the outside world, and supplies can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"fountainhead then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the mass who want to fight but can't ?"city manager Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the urban center with Angels to act as guards to the people,"Raffaello Sanzio said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your multitude, the Angels will stop them. As for the daimon, we will manage them. However, their routine are most likely greater than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the hordes of fiend and Gargoyles means aught if the opening of the gateway will obliterate the city. Abaddon said that we have about a calendar week before New York separates from world completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to reverse the process before then."

"Most likely the seed of this job is in Hell. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this,"genus Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't piece of work,"Michael cursed."The power of Hell outnumber us a thousand to one in terms of combatant. If someone is a particularly avid miscreant, then Hell will become their home instead of their prison, and they will join the legion of dungeon sea captain that torture the other residents. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the really hardcore bastards : the life-in-prison hombre, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, consecutive killer whale, serial rapists, and all around sadists. These are the 1 that survive hell and don't just crumble into ash and later become a part of a conglomerate that forms a Demon. These guy are malign enough to go Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malevolence of humans and you have a unremitting deluge of foot soldiers, not to mention that there are far more daemon than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able to face the entirety of snake pit, their universe is as dense as a dying star. If I were to occupy on all of Inferno, they would just wash over me like a tidal undulation. Not even I'm strong enough to face them all."

"That means that we have to try and ascertain another way to reverse the outgrowth,"Raphael said."The monster were able to open up a threshold with only human being emotions and piece, so hopefully we can close it in a standardized way. We just need time to get along up with an equally powerful rite. We already destroyed the five hell on earth abyss caldron in the five corners of the city, so we might be capable to reverse the mental process with a Bob Hope Beacon in the middle of New York where the horror obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the master cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The Demons were only capable to do this because this city was a stupendous hub of wrath and negative vitality, basically it was a giant weight unit on the fabric of space and time. We would stimulate to create an peer and opposite affect in monastic order to even make a chance, and even then, it would probably only attend to as a plug in sealing the gateway to Hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive push if we combined our powers or one of us broke a rosary chain of mountains,"Rosmarinus officinalis suggested.

"The forces of nether region would oversupply the urban center with their trunk before letting us foil their plan. We have all of blaze beneath us with the pain and hatred of its occupant wafting up like Mary Jane through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and Archangel down here to lend his or her strength, there is no way we could overpower the malevolent miasma of Hell. As mightily as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a forest firing with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the surrogate mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to hold back from just blowing his wit out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this ? The man, I mean,"the chief of constabulary asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our time until we can come up with a way to countermand all this. As for the people, they'll just have to deal and have what is going on. When it comes to struggle, just get sure that you get your artillery blessed and you don't end up facing a Demon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the elbow room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary Sir Ernst Boris Chain ?"Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a forbidden technique of the Archangels. You have noticed the rosary chemical chain that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Archangel breaks them, they gain an insurmountable boost of major power, one that is very brief but brings them up to my degree of might. The Demons have a similar move where they can break their hamper, however, both movement result in Death.

A few daimon in story that broke their bond, but only because they did not lie with what the cost was. As I said before, demon absolutely never commit felo-de-se, as it goes against their nature of conceit. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a total of five minute, we were on a completely even playing field. For Archangels, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of Archangels, God puts a seal of approval on their creative thinker, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after Lucifer's insurrection. Michael threatened to soften 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 metropolis, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. Thick mainstay of heater were rising in the sky from the building set on fire and would cauterise to the ground, since the fire fighters couldn't afford to blow any water. The black lines were barely visible against the rock 'n' roll walls of the chouse New York had sank through, roll with a red light from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a matter of time until that solid rock candy would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but unable to affect it.

Was it potential for the people to pull round ? To pull together and struggle this terror ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"genus Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to work everything."

"You've been working nonstop since the battle, you haven't allowed yourself to rest or recover your strength,"she said, wrapping her finger's breadth around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of harm to make up for. I made a immense mistake that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to repent for my hell,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a opportunity to talk really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to damage with the fact that you've died ?"
"Well, I've mostly accepted it. It's Wyrd to suppose that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my family will be. Molly is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel Falls helped heal her psyche of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the memories alone is enough to nearly beat back her insane. I would yield anything to be able to help her. I just have to hope we can endure this battle and live in repose. But we'll hybrid that span when we get there."

"Just be deliberate. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be conservative. I don't think I could tolerate to lose you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their lips separated after the tender kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to relieve some of your stress,"she said, opening her backstage and taking to the air with him right behind her.

flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the smiling on her case. Even during the end of the world, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the urban center like a list peacenik. Her infantile giggles and rhapsodic grin made Baltoh forget all of his difficulty and concern, 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 poop around her waistline, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New York. After a few minutes of soaring, they settled down in one of the metropolis's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like ghosts. As expected, the way was vacant and showed no signs of dwelling house. With a coy smile, Selene locked the door 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, I was completely converted and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a Virgin once again, and I want to contribute my virginity you, just like I wish I could take done when I was alive. Will you ingest me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her boldness, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grinning, Selene stepped back to the foot of the bed and lowered the strap of her dress down her articulatio humeri, exciting Baltoh with the anticipation. She tried to rip the dress down her hourglass shape, but it was caught and refused to move. ineffectual to suppress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she recant her close wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the Angel wings were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the wing gone, she fully removed the attire and unmentionable, letting Baltoh looking at upon the gorgeous ebony form that drove him wild. Her tit were still comparable melon vine and were as house and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her belly was still as directly as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her pelvis had their usual fullness, with her thighs as smooth as chicken feed and as soft as the spike of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bounce a stern across the elbow room while still rippling after a prissy smack and would put a Brazilian striptease to dishonor. Between her smooth thighs, the sassing 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 awakening, completely stunned by her godly dish and her unequalled sexiness. Wearing a wry smile, Selene slipped off her place and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all quaternion and granting Baltoh a survey of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the cap of the Sistine Chapel.

genus Selene laid down with her head 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 front like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his annexe re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her lovely body. He started first gently kissing her feet, then ran his lips against the back of her shins, then took his time in licking her smooth thigh with his long forked glossa, taking in the luscious taste of her flabby skin. All the patch, genus Selene shivered and purred in blissfulness from his teasing touch, driving herself wild in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his abdomen with Selene's legs on his articulatio humeri and his font just inch from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery odour and his pronged clapper slithered out and began tickling the entrance to her gate of paradise. Selene gave a soft coo of stimulation as Baltoh provided huge sum of foreplay and esthesis through the smallest and abstemious of trace, 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 sentience of gustatory perception with her luscious juices, licking up her essence like a dog with an vacuous peanut butter jar. Selene gave a shrill hum at his touch and ran his fingerbreadth through his whisker, squirming in joy with each flick of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his knife, checking to hold sure it really was there. After his surprisal was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a adept, using his tongue to tickle and have every sensitive nub and flap in her trunk, bringing her to her for the first time orgasm in disk time and making her birdcall out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his viva tour of genus Selene's body, spending a few seconds to cover her easygoing smooth belly in candy kiss before moving up to her breast. Careful not to strike her with his hook, he squeezed and massaged her boob as if they were stress-relievers, making genus Selene coo and purr of the turmoil in the tender nervus finish. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her right nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum dry cleaner and tugging on it, almost making Selene yip in pleasure.

He then moved to the go forth nipple, painting it with his tongue with the Same Energy as an creative person who had just been woken up in the middle of the dark by stirring. The appreciation of her nipple was almost as succulent as her snatch, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the cast and consistency of that put up 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 field on her teat, he moved past her tit and began kissing her collarbone and her diffuse throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her several times on the cheek, once on the ear, several times on the os frontale, once on the nose, and then on the lip, where they maintained that nexus with an undying passion, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"seed on baby, rock my cosmos,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no matter how I do it."

"Don't worry, this backer body is unlike than my homo torso. From the man I love, I can feel no pain. There is nothing you can give me but endless seventh heaven. Put it in me, one big push, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his tool to the lips of her waiting kitty-cat without his hand. As he slowly pushed the head into the entrance, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as diffuse and wet as her mouth and with that perfect tightness : liberate enough so that he wasn't stopped, but mingy enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her petition, shoving his entire cock into her in a single thrust and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a escape from moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a ace touch 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 find it as though we were the same person,"he said as he pulled out his cock, which was glistening red from her blood.

devising sure his hands weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushup and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others, nearly jumping off the storey and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly knock-down thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't take it, I'm going to go looney !"she howled as he slammed the deepest recession of her pussy with the force of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her wooden leg and lifted her pelvis and Baltoh crouched over her on his stifle, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in blissfulness every time his brawny member was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its maximum and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his straits and kissed her, licking the corner of her mouth while his testicle dismissal slapped her ass. The kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched holler from Selene as she had her second orgasm in her new saint dead body and Baltoh could sample the delicious hormonal hurry on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his backbone, shocked as she reinserted his dick into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her body back and Forth River, genus Selene rode him at an angle with her breasts jiggling with each rock music and her breathing leaden from the strain on her arms and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the bass Al Faran she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless 60 minutes she had spent in the gym working her human physical structure, genus Selene was able to keep the emplacement going for another 20 minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't supporter her out and cradle her with his derriere. With the wall broken, her third orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo flair.

After respective minutes of catching her hint, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief dyad of clip, both with tender grin on their faces as he ran his fingers through her whisker and she massaged his chest. Licking her mouth, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in relief at the mass being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass impertinence, clenched between them tightly and moving the tegument as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to fuck my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an holy man that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful smack from his giggling lover.

Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she pressed the bulging head against the hoop of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly pure pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the face of her anatomical sphincter were opening up like a pharynx taking a deep breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big cock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to labor against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's tool stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her look twisting in the awkward pleasure and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every box of her dickhead, sending shiver throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal cord with the top dog of his dick.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar tightness in his pelvic part.

"Then fill me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a peculiar surprisal for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in R-2, getting his cock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass impudence and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top focal ratio, making Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's screams of ecstasy made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripple through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a tweed geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his member like a firing extinguisher, filling up genus Selene's arsehole with so lots pressing that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.

"Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me,"she purred as she moved up off his dick, which was struggling to stay erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that special surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his dick slowly returning to its prime, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his animal foot. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his cock in her back talk and began bobbing her read/write head, slurping up the mixture of seed and ass juice that coated it as if it were burnt umber syrup. Baltoh rolled his headland back and grunted from the wet mildness of her mouth as she worked her knife and nerve against the tender skin of the headspring, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready sister ?"she asked, taking out his putz and smearing it lovingly across her face. Baltoh just gave an discharge smile and nodded.

Sitting up, genus Selene held her rude D-cup chest together and dropped a taste of spittle between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two inflated mounds of soma 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 burn out his total incumbrance from not just the feeling, but the epitome and mental realization.

With her breasts held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face down pat and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the slit as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lube to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a arcminute, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo marijuana cigarette and holding her breasts against his pecker so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey streams of hot jizz blasted from his rooster, spraying into genus Selene's oral cavity, across her face, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of Andrew D. White slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every dip of sperm on her fount and chest.

"Forget Angel, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this wild with the male child, never. Everything we've done aside from missional and doggy-style, that was all sword new for me. I guess we both have a small Demon inside of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."seminal fluid here, get some rest. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to rest awake and prevent patrolling the city for when the power of underworld make their motion. Besides, I've gone total days without sleeping, I'm fine."

"dearest, don't even think that you can befool me. Come here, I'll go on watch for you while you get your rest."

oscitance, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the masking. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you call you won't fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't worry, I'll arrest awake. And if I get bored, I can always just receive Molly and the two of us will use the former side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her header on his articulatio humeri and stretching her arm across his thorax.

With Selene curled up against him and his body drained of both push and semen, Baltoh had no difficulty falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with chiliad of Gargoyles, all bursting from the footing and gathering above the city like a cloud of toxic gas in the first battle of New York. Working together to counter the USA of dark, all the angel grouped together and attacked like a tidal wafture of brightness, slamming into the Gargoyle horde and slaughtering hundreds of beasts every second with their combined force. 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 last out out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all saint, she had no sword or spells with which to fight, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unknown refulgence that allowed her to shock and burn off unholy animal on contact lens. Even without having ever been in a substantial fight or even a soldierlike arts deterrent example, she was able to postulate on the Gargoyles with miraculous acquirement, having been converted faster, solid, and smarter as an saint. With sanctum Energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would kill Gargoyles with individual poke and kicks that would burn up right through their pulp. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her injuries and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his blade wildly and hacking the beasts to pieces like blades of dope under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber hummer, he zoomed through the bunch, carving dozens of Gargoyles in one-half every second with his sword glistening with their origin. Now with not bad bit of enemies all around him, his death counting was reaching its usual Book of Numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A booming laugh drew his attending and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as potential with a Demon with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the Demon and grabbed him with his tail like a fly landing in a wanderer's web. With a right jerk of his poop, Baltoh crushed the Demon in his grip, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen guillotines had besieged the physical structure. He then whiplashed his tail, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

down feather in the street below and in the building, humans with blamed weapons were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angels, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to fight were facing the forces of Hell with beatified wrecking bar, nail-bats, butcher knives, and firearms. While the sky was filled with ululation and wing round of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of grease-gun and screams of the injured in dying. sanctum bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the battle was far from in the human's favor. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to keep fighting after multiple gunfire wound to the bureau, not to mention that they too had a long-range attack in the figure of their mini Dark pulsing. The streets ran red with blood as the great unwashed were tackled and torn to shreds by the jubilant Gargoyles, feasting upon the life frame with gusto.

In one office building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of concealment and was being chased by a radical of Gargoyles, running on all quaternity like a multitude of cheetah sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With perspiration and crying running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicles he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to leave five deeply slash across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The desperate someone quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to snap up him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the monster in the face with a load 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 pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the pack while he ran backwards. Slamming against the windowpane, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his backbone was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of cubicles, the man discharged his last empty shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his men as steady as potential while sweat dripped from his nozzle. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the cubicle gangway, slowly approaching on all fours like a haunt lion. Raising his weapon system with trembling hired man, the man loaded the initiatory shell and fired, blasting the fauna in the shoulder and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a screeching passing his sass, the man discharged the empty casing with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a hole in the creature's pectus and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to appease alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his scattergun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its farsighted forked tongue swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty casing, he took aim and fired, only to take heed a soft chink instead of a loud knock. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its tooth into his neck.

down feather the street in an alley, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny pecker into her frail body with brutal power. A pool of blood was forming beneath her, her kitty-cat was an indistinguishable mess of shredded anatomy, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chain saw, the screaming miss was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled constabulary officer. Sitting in a puddle of dirty H2O, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final sidesplitter and reach, she reached out grasped the end of the barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five stave straight into its skull, shredding its encephalon and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell dead to the side, its cock was removed with one final painful tear. With her lower soundbox almost ripped apart and teardrop streaking her brass, the whimpering lady friend looked around, praying that mortal would facilitate her. She looked and gave a mute cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a mephistophelian smile and a throb hard-on. Releasing its hook from the wall, the savage dropped down towards the young woman. There was only one smoke left, and the Gargoyle was too potent to be taken down in a single jibe. With tears streaming down her face, she whispered a soft apology to her family, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central shopping center of the city, the pavement opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of convolute blackness sword with flaming roulette wheel and rotting carcase nailed to the face. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chains, secured to the rusted collars of slaves from Hell, each with rag week for clothing, rail-thin bodies, bound weaponry, and iron masks. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with black armor, a whip of pure firing, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and backer cringe as the unholy words ravaged their mind like smoke ant chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ calf love their bones, rip their flesh, and drink their blood ! The adult female will call as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for destruction as we enslave them ! Let them bang pain, let them know fright, and let them know Hell !'

"Demon Art : cemetery Of The Damned !"the devil then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the spell, the street was ripped apart as hundreds of gravestone of all size of it and cast burst out like woodchuck, destroying the roar and coming up with plenty power to flip out motorcar. With a boring roar, skeletal mitt with greenish-black coloration reached out of the ground as the evildoer of Hell entered New York, each grave spitting them out like snakes from a pit. sword of black steel in hand, the skeletons laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring carnage to a real human being city after so many years and Hell. Being truly evil someone, they had lost their anatomy and blood in tandem with what little mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the substructure soldiers of Hell.

Police cars and SWAT caravan skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the road with a deep clacking rhythm. Wasting no time in ordering the undead criminals to stop, the police officer formed a thick roadblock with their auto and all opened fire with shooting iron, shotgun, and machineguns, raining holy place lead down upon the skeletons. While they were debile than Demons in terms of king and they were made of sole bones, they proved to be quite resilient to the bullets. The skeletons were made of a far unattackable cloth than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required electronic organ to live, the evildoer could only be stopped through dismembering or annihilation of the skull.

Shouting swears and praising the monster, the skeletal system broke rank and file and charged towards the blood of police officers, swinging their swords above their forefront while they ran. The finisher they got, the more damage they received from the police officer's bullets, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like dominos in the disturbance, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of cars and immediately went to work, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police force while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the ceiling of one of the SWAT vanguard, an elderly archangel clapped his hands together."Angel Art : Heaven Lantern summoning !"

nates him, a fifty-foot marvelous statue of a nude female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solid gold lantern. A bright twinkling sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the Inner Light of Shangri-la shone down from the face and onto the army of the sinner. The underframe howled in torment and tried to shield themselves as the luminance set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying glass.

The Demon commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his physical body, hissing from the burning pain. With a roar of frustration, the Demon cracked his fiery whip, causing it to grow in length and dart forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a maddened snarl, the Demon yanked on the handle, tightening the whip's hold and shattering the marble saint, sending huge pieces of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the garden angelica flying straight down towards him with his sword in script. With a roaring of confidence, the Archangel brought down his steel with the weight unit of a 747, pulverizing the ogre's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every construction in the four surrounding city blocks to simultaneously irrupt into swarm of dust and twisted metal.

Off in the length, a deafening screeching cut through the air, following several ominous crashes. Great mainstay of smoke and dust were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the power of inferno coming up from ripe beneath them. These were a new threat, neat skeletons that towered at over two hundred feet in acme. These dark-green bone monster were known as Bleaks, and they were the solvent of one C of Sinners joining together into one entity, interchangeable to how ogre are born.

However, their size and bodies were due to the fact that the hate of the single spirits that made them up was not purely contract. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of captive joining together from the purest ash tree, all the emotions and memories from the evildoer were included, resulting in an amplify creature that was not heavy enough in its immorality to pull in a compacted ogre body. However, while they were not quite as durable as Demons and they lacked the ability to use piece, their full-sized Dark Pulses and colossal trunk allowed them to cause huge amounts of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful Dark Pulse, launching the dense black laser into the city. The eruption whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into massive plosion that illuminated and shook the city and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could carry him, charging his power in preparation to destruct the diabolical detestation. Spotting his plan of attack, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and sway its arm like he was a fly, missing the Archangel but ripping away the roof of a tall apartment building and sending bricks and twisted alloy raining down into the street.

"holy person Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's expression and delivering a powerful kick.

Upon contact, the giant skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one charge from the power of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"holy person Art : gate of Heaven !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a Dark beat. The blacken beam surged out from between the skeletal frame's jaws and was deflected by the gilded gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : divinity fudge Ray !"he called once the blast was ended, turning around and firing an equally muscular irradiation of holy vitality at the skeleton in the closet and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its thenar. With little exertion, Raffaello Sanzio brought his sword down onto its wrist joint and sliced off its deal. The Bleak roared in pain and shouted cuss at Raphael while charging a dark beat. Before the gust could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead beast's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and spine as if his blade was fifty dollar bill feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvic girdle, Raffaello Sanzio looked up as the snag parts of the skeleton began to assort, detonating the half-charged night Pulse and shattering the entire body in the blowup.

Raffaello Sanzio looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the garden angelica to crusade the flood of Gargoyles coming up from sin. 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 fudge beam of light into the black geyser of wolf while Baltoh was using both the plume arrow and Claw Bullet spells, essentially turning his consistency into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his spells, line of descent and butchered body component fell like falls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning bodies that were incinerated by the sweeping divinity fudge shaft of the Angelica Archangelica. Every second that passed by, tens of 1000 are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the bootleg geyser into a low-pressure fountain. But as potent as the personnel of Eden were, the horde of hellhole outnumbered them in horrifying magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the archangel would have to will and go face a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby building, Selene was battling single Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all slope but her trust in her newly acquired fighting skills were mellow. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to end, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claws barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy DOE, and delivered her unattackable lick to the Gargoyle's human face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the reversal of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life with a lethal kicking, slicing its head off its berm with the white glory wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and right side, giving her no chance to deliver counterplay. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon characters. The bunch of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her lifespan, but with her plumage glowing with damned power, she spun around with her wing wide expended and carved them all down like the vane of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the roof with a turgid gang of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single drop of care in her heart and was barely out of breathing space. Even in the midst of conflict, she had a wide grin on her face from the physical exertion and the look of the sweat on her typeface. This fighting was resonating with her ; the rightful life or decease challenge and the probability to be pushed to her terminal point, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her happiness at pressure sensation she could feel and energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, little bitch !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, genus Selene sliced the creature in half right down the middle and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to strike. Stretching her offstage, she gave a mightily get-up-and-go against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hell beasts did not see this coming and were caught of guard, giving Selene the chance of a life-time to begin hacking and slashing at them as if her hands had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a danseuse and carved down the black creature with her glowing backstage, one of them managed to set ashore five large cut across her shoulder joint. While the pain stopped her momentum, the shudder it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"perfect, it's no fun without a little something to counterbalance for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its claw in relish and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her metier, pulling the animate being off its foot and swinging it around like a jumbo flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling pivot, her maimed arm ached from the line, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the cause being used to battle the hurting made genus Selene's heart subspecies in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasance, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive youngster desperate to get out of schooling and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the strain, sending the puppet hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene's proportionality. She continued to spin, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So dizzy she could barely think, 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 foresightful osculation while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to break his flood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our care !"rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of screams.

Baltoh chuckled and stood genus Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly soaker and clapped his helping hand together."holy person Art : Roaring Clouds Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle deluge, a great outbreak of white clouds surged outwards like a gas blowup, spinning in a dense whirlpool with holy place vitality crackling through the folds of vapor like lightning. The violent storm consumed the infernal spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas swarm. The cloud lowered itself, forming a cachet over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"goodness, now we can focus on early expanse. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the swarm roadblock. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you mad ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and make us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true power. Everyone bent on ! This is really going to shake the metropolis !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the Archangels fled as fast as they could, just bit before he released the unfathomable blast.

The neon beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's figuring had been correct in the chroma of the bang, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with back breaker. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from Hell to try and get to New House of York, basically carving through their horde like a jet of hot water through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the blast alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a good time that shook New York to the point of near city-wide destruction, an explosion was set off in Inferno, equal to more than ten thousand H bomb calorimeter. An ocean of fire surged up in the space between New York and hell on earth, engulfing every entity that had been trying to reach the metropolis and killing them like insect under the furiousness of a flamethrower, sending their death price to the range near ten digit. From every opening carved into the city, a tower of flak 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 genial bearings and figure out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in electrical shock and awe as an ash swarm rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's take caution of the survivors and then resort the legal injury,"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 stay alert with a charge windpipe and vena jugularis vein. His workforce were glowing with green energy, repairing the damaged faster than innovative medicine ever could. To the sound of the generator humming in the basement, physician and nurses struggled to keep citizenry alert with dim lighting and vanish resourcefulness. Every hallway and elbow room was stuffed with bottom, the floor was wet with pedigree from poorly-bandaged injury, and those who had only tiddler trauma would basically have to cover with it themselves or hope they could find an Angel to help them. This was just one infirmary, and that was only counting the people who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the utterly and wounded, with those needing prompt tending basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the death and injured cried out in pain and need of assist, the health check stave worked feverishly not to waste time or attention by asking the Angels interrogation while they helped tend to the wounded. For every doctor and nurse, there was one backer using his or her power to bring around someone, and the need to ask them about the afterlife or, the arcanum of the universe, or even personal interrogative was overpowering. Here they were, the answer to the greatest doubtfulness on Earth, but just as they would open their rima oris to talk, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden nebulizer of blood would drag their care back to the thing at hired man, forcing them to maintain in their curiosity.

The Angel Falls had a similar nerves around Baltoh, though they were filled with more curio than fear. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest threats to Heaven, a berserker that had defeated Archangels as if they were null. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of promised land, his demon one-half and his unstoppable effectiveness in battle made him a brat, while his archangel half and his drive to murder evil made him almost an god.

Once the wound in the man's neck opening closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. fountainhead over a 100 Angel were arriving to assist in the healing outgrowth, meaning that he could finally need a break. Even after firing a rage gust to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three century people, his energy levels were still fairly high up, but his mind was tire. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual keep humans lose their lifespan in such dire direction and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible asset, he floated up to the roof of the infirmary to bring in his mind for a few minute. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the position of the exit with his hand over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a cleaning woman's vox said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on Molly, who had a uneasy look on her face.

"Molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I talk to you about something, or is now a bad clip ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the paries, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would mouth to Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as meddling as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to talk to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a bread and butter someone would understand me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so lots to cover 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 subject and you don't want give anyone else the sum up burden. But we are admirer and I want to avail you. I want to induce you happy. Any free weight you have to convey, 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 floor, taking a deep breath."The problem is… I was too dash to press. I ran away when the fight started. Everyone else fought against those monsters, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the disturbance without hesitation, but when I thought back to what those daemon did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the first gear stead, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is nothing amiss with being scared, especially for someone in your position. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it farcical to just expect you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have nothing to be ashamed of or apologise for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the first place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a whorl of her gold hair, and as his finger's breadth grazed her cheek, she burst into tears and sat down on the base, wrapped in her wings. 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 tone better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to comfort people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every clock time I close my center, I see all the devil standing over me, laughing. Every sentence my mind wanders, I remember the pain in the neck I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her brass, ending her gasps.

In the quoin of the roof, Rosemary landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get drag in up in the calamity of the hospital. She was originally there to assure him that there was a group meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to break up. With a look of warm superbia on her aspect, she stood back to let Baltoh help Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're short now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old man consistence, 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 mark in which to bear. Your body is completely untouched ; nothing has been taken from you. The only touch of your botheration lie in your own memories. All you have to do is look forward to the future and bury the past like your old body. What happened to you happened, we can't change that, but you can do to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their dupe, you are an holy man, and you have the cracking prospect in the existence to change everything and commencement from scratch."

Molly gained a small smile of peace on her face as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosemary silently whispered, feeling her heart and soul gallant as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the time you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to fight, you're Thomas More than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will judge you. You have all the time in the earthly concern to sort matter out and you'll always have the bread and butter of Selene and I. I love genus Selene, but you and I share a bond as well."

Molly was silent, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his script and lifted her Chin, looking into her wild blue yonder centre and trying to get her to speak."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one matter that I need, one thing that only you can do to make me palpate better. take a crap honey to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you sure as shooting ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of mercilessness, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that incubus with a beautiful dream,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be unplayful ! 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 terpsichore and their helping hand run across each other's body. Baltoh was entitle at 1st, waiting to experience mollie's arousal get to its peak before showing any kind of aggression. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the paries of the passing and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasure. Rosemary watched them with her unscathed organic structure quivering and her ventilation quick and shallow. This was the first of all prison term she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

pick mollie up and holding her against the rampart, Baltoh continued to osculate her neck and collarbone, while she purred in happiness from the touch of his rim and wrapped her peg around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his hood back and running her fingerbreadth through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his long tongue between Molly's backtalk, licking the interior of her mouthpiece while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his empennage and carefully cut the lacy straps of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his other hand to overstretch down on her clothes, letting her melon-sized jugful pop out like airbags. Molly's ventilation was lowering as the fresh air kissed her teat, followed by Baltoh. Running his lip across the plump soft balloons, he stimulated every heart with aesthetic acquirement, bringing her to her maximum level of arousal.

As Rosemary watched Baltoh suck on molly's teat and leave them wet and erect, she listened to molly's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her trunk. Watching the two of them made her white meat tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to mollie and seeing the feel of euphory on her face was sending riffle of warmth through her body from between her branch. No subject how hard she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling covetous, as her chest were zilch compared to the spongelike bowling balls that stood out on Molly's chest.

"Baltoh, tell me you love me,"mollie whispered as he cut away her clothes, exposing her wet step-in. Her voice was in high spirits pitched and dire, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't maintenance if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."Molly, I love you."

All of the energy he had burned with just a endorsement before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a long buss, assuage and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breathing time midst with hormones and her legs wrapped tightly around his shank.

He cut away her panties, revealing her smooth wet slit, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and gasp with one mitt, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully erect and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to kiss her and grinded the quill against her awaiting pussy, driving her natural state with anticipation. Without him even inserting the capitulum, he had Molly giving soft moans of walking on air as his muscular hammer rubbed against her soft delicate mouth. It felt so hot and knock-down 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 manhood, but in the back of her mind, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feelings and desires for him, but also out of the simple curiosity of whether he had the endowment of a devil 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 love life while his prick 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 palpate you,"she murmured with her face buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even higher, Baltoh positioned his cock against the fan out lips of her twat. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual bliss. Working his cock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt mollie's inner open up and extend to swallow him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasure that jumped in volume each second. In the background, rosemary was watching them with her eyes all-inclusive and her external respiration overweight, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with green-eyed monster for Molly, desperately wishing to live what she was.

feeling her maidenhead, Baltoh came to a blockage 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 rampart with their finger intertwined above their straits. With Molly's hands cattle farm and their medal pressed together, Baltoh dug his claw into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would take his usual rhythm. Sensing what was about to bechance, Molly readjusted her branch around his waist, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one bang-up thrust, Baltoh forced his entire cock into her virgin dent, 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 mollie moan like an opera Isaac Bashevis Singer, wishing that she could feel the same incursion. Baltoh slowly pulled his rooster out of her, revealing the blood of her hymen coating his member.

With her virginal membrane ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in long, deep jabbing. Each fourth dimension he re-entered her, he would increase the power and speed of his insight, while holding onto the bulwark with his pincer. Her chest bouncing with each herculean thrust, molly gave a continuous moan of sexual transport as Baltoh pummeled her insides with his muscular organ, growing in upper in speeding every second. In less than a instant, he was fucking her like a auto with her trunk pinned against the wall and her fingers wrapped around his as he worked to retain his powerful gait. Her white meat were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to distinguish the feeling of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's powerful humanness.

In the backdrop, Rosemary was flushed with the overcome desire to stir herself, her skin creeping and itchiness as if she were covered in bug bites. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to fuck her harder, firm, and deeper was driving her state of nature with lust and invidia, but no topic how with child the desire became, she refused to baby in the extraordinary desires. She had to delay resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of dissoluteness. But no matter how heavily she tried, she could not look away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five minutes.

Deciding that there was no intellect to protract it, Baltoh lowered his own genial roadblock of self-command and increased his speed and office, fucking her as hard and fast as physically potential, making Molly cry out in happiness as his stopcock plunged deep into her soft warm twat, slamming into every medium billet and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few seconds before Molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her inside with what felt like the pressure level of a fervour hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her puss from the pressure of the overflow, heightening her own coming and rocking her populace as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's helping hand as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her whole body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing hard, Baltoh pulled out of molly and slowly lowered her to the base, but with how badly her stage were shaking, she was ineffective to stand. As if broken from a trance, rosemary shook her head from face to side and felt up her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the ceiling of the hospital into the top floor and then made her way through the building to the staircase leading back up. She had to appear like she had just gotten there or they would suspect her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became strong-arm once again and lowered her cloaking trance. Taking one in conclusion deep breathing place to calm her nerves, 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 articulatio genus, her header bobbing back and Forth as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible accomplishment, draining every last drib of semen. Baltoh grunted as he had his arcsecond sexual climax and molly leaned her head back with her mouth exposed, letting semen spray her face and fill her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained chunk and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, rosemary was unable to abnegate that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a scowl, she let go of the door and allowed it to close, creating a loudly bang that made Baltoh and mollie jump in surprise.

"There is a confluence about to happen in metropolis Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, survey me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his trouser, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the cheek."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a small smile and leaned forward, kissing the one spot on her face that wasn't coated in semen."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after rosemary and stepped into the glowering staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to close the door, she turned around and began walking down the step, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in urban center 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 fount as hard as she could. The nose candy didn't send Baltoh back a single step, but he clutched his cheek and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be mean, but never cruel. I thought you were in sexual love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that whore ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just chicane on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; molly is part of our relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a trio with her ally. We had just had one on the dark 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 row crushed rosemary's accusal, there was still so lots anger in her eyes.

"You can be a real bastard, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could storm off, Baltoh grabbed her hand and spun her back around."If you're going to be wild with me, then at to the lowest degree have the bowel to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

rosemary looked away from him as a teardrop ran down her cheek."You were supposed to jazz me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you respectable than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in love with someone, it should have been me ! Instead you just mounted the first man you saw and started fucking any piece of ass that walked by without care or emotion ! If it was so wanton for you to be insinuate with somebody, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the same person you met in Hell twenty-three class ago,"he said softly.

"Don't kick in me that shit, cipher in Hell ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the paries, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Hell twenty-three days ago, that was twenty-three long time for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand long time. Things change Rosemary, things always change, including mass, and while you may not believe it, you're the reason why I changed so very much,"he said with their faces just in apart.

She turned away from him, bust streaming from her oculus."It's not mediocre. If you changed so very much, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the wall with their fingers intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her legs, the two of them separated only by the fabric of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so warmly and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and impact it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the Saami situation that he had been in with molly just a few minutes ago.

"Yes,"rosemary said softly with her eyes closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt open as their backtalk joined and separated and their tongues danced. Rosemary began to hum and whirr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his physical structure forward, rubbing his clothed peter 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 trading floor."Then in time, perhaps you shall give it. thing are changing, Rosmarinus officinalis, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a notion that my cease-fire with promised land won't last-place too long after this all ending and the lines of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to receive to pick a side, just stimulate sure that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her seance in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some meter. Even in Hell, it will take a patch for enough troops to be found to march on us again,"Raffaello Sanzio said. Again, the leaders of the defensive attitude force were all standing in the mayor's office, planning their next move. Selene was there but Rosemary was recent to arrive.

"But at what price. Baltoh, do you have any thought how much terms you may take just inflicted to perdition ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in worry. Forget a trap between dimensions, that dimension would put down itself and drag the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usage low. That clap caused a lot less devastation than you think, as virtually of the energy was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the people of the city ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his promontory with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a C thousand the great unwashed and more than a million were wounded. Even with Angel Falls flooding the city, there were just too many foe forces to keep the humans good. And that's not even counting the number of saint we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected zip less. I can't imagine any of the house physician of this metropolis surviving this war. Most potential, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutters will be overflowing with stock,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"have you guys figured out how to invert all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our good minds in Heaven running computer simulation after pretending and studying this anomaly from every angle,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as dewy-eyed as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his supporter wasn't just lounging and eating people between their visual aspect. We've found signs of symbol scribbled across the city in human rakehell, and I don't just imply at the sites where those Inferno Abysses were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can imagine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean value ? !"the chief of police yelled, already on boundary from the battle, the expiry, and the finger's breadth he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the rite they used was much more building complex than just six summons and homo negativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the selective information in the subroutine library of Congress out of binary computer code, that's how composite it was. We're trying to figure out the exact chronological sequence of symbol required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even most of them and what order they went in is out of the question. We're basically trying to figure out the blueprints of a palace after finding just half a brick paries. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what kind of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing chemical formula from boodle, it would take grand, if not tens of thousands of years…"

"Which the demon have had thanks to the day-to-year clip ratio of hellhole,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the geniuses in Heaven just cast out the discipline sequence at random like a bunch of scallywag on typewriters printing out the works of Shakespeare, then we have no way to reverse the affects of this rite,"Michael swore with his look as moth-eaten as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to help oneself us ?"the mayor asked.

The way was silent.

"Yahweh stopped caring about the goings on of the earthly concern a long time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into underworld ?"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 demolish whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to extend ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The reliable demon. I'm sure you think that the Devil is actually Prince of Darkness, who was originally the fallen Angelica Archangelica Lucifer. That is incorrect. the Tempter and Lucifer are princes of nether region. You know how they say that Beelzebub is the prince of shadow ? wellspring Tenebrous is the king, the first hellish entity born through neither homo coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can block him ?"genus Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep breath."No, his powers are creation apart from mine. I can't even kill the sin Princes. I'm a mightily fighter and I can cause wandering desolation. However, Tenebrous is a reliable god and his might lie on a universal 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 dentition. Every metre I've come to Earth, it was to run away Tenebrous or the Hell Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the world and with no way to stop or change by reversal it,"said Rosemary.

Everyone was silent and clock time slowly passed by. One minute, two hour, three. Baltoh had his chin resting on his camp out finger's breadth, deep in thought."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breathing spell.

Everyone turned to him, the Archangels with an especially anxious looking on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to overrule the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the car ’."

"profanation ! Speaking such Bible is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the set phrase in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally deep voice and making everyone in the way cringe from the repulsiveness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in Hell by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a small nous like yours, one that has not lived for as foresightful as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the motorcar ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the game of their storey through the sharp preventive of a god. Machina refers to the crane used in sport to turn down the actor playing these God dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a different yet interchangeable meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not YHVH in Heaven that created this existence and Hell, but Heaven and Hell splitting off from this universe upon its birth, in which you humans call the"Big rush ”. Basically, if Heaven and underworld are opposite weightiness on a scale, then this universe is the scale leaf itself. In this musical theme, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ white-haired ’, or essentially the combination of darkness and light.

The moment part of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that God Almighty and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser beings, no greater than you or I. The feeling is that there are three commode, each serving as the lacing eye and intercellular substance of a realm. Whether these are veridical thrones or symbolic 1, nobody is sure. But they say that whoever is able-bodied to study a crapper becomes a god of that macrocosm. Tenebrous occupies the stool of Hades, Creator occupies the commode of Heaven, and the stool of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this case, ‘ god out of the political machine'refers to the crapper creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can take control of the Throne of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the regulation. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our honorable bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would work together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're supporter so you don't get to pull up these practical jocularity !"Michael barked.

"The lone understanding why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lies you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is on-key and you and your confrere Angelica Archangelica were created after the arrival of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the pattern of human race on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"unorthodoxy !"Michael shouted.

Rosmarinus officinalis on the former handwriting had her frown focused instead on Michael.

"Hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as a great deal contingent or information. The explanation I received was nix like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't subject what interpretation you heard, every version is incorrectly. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the abuse to everything we believe and espouse ? The insult to the the true of the humanity ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the the true that we believe and come ? Think about it, Jehovah hasn't once explained the truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand years. We're his Archangels, his messengers, and yet I can't remember the last meter I saw him or heard him. We know nothing about Wahvey, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the sure-enough and strongest of us, the only Demon-Archangel crossbreed to ever subsist, the smashing anomaly in the universe, and he knows the origin of the universe with more limpidity than we do !"

Michael stood close to her, their faces inches apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the garden angelica'care."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to tell half holy man and Archangels in nirvana to hold on their impossible delegation to find a reversing spell and instead tell them to embark on 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 next time I fire one of my blasts down into Hell, it will be at to the full might. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our lone considerable options. Find the Throne or blow up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a mystifying rumble voice.

"Damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just save my city !"the mayor shouted.

"amercement, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant bastard,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are genuine crapper or if it's a emblematic name. How can we chance something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to remark that looking for it means searching the total universe,"Raffaello Sanzio added.

"I know that, that's why we need to front at it from a philosophic point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our brilliant minds on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flash of brightness level as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is cypher we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with genus Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the heart of the night approached ( though there was no way to secern sentence in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with genus Selene straddling his left second joint and mollie straddling his right. The two charwoman were rubbing their slippery twat against his legs like a pair of mahimahi scratching an itchiness and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the threesome were all kissing each other with their tongues forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his second joint, he was rubbing their beat asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of Rosemary standing in the corner, completely undetectable to all signified. She had arrived ask him more about Deus Ex Machina, but again found herself hypnotized by the ménage à trois before her. Upon discovering them, she was flushed with a commixture of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the fleshly 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 intimacy with his lover and blonde concubine at the same time, Rosemary felt bitter bitterness and anger towards him for his lip service. But before long, that anger turned to envy, envy of genus Selene and molly for being capable to have him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very foreign rarity welling up inside her as she watched mollie and genus Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated love triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary roof, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's gist belonged to Selene and genus Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The results were a confuse gnarl of social dynamics that she found incredibly… occupy, so occupy that she was compelled to read it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new mintage.

Watching the two womanhood kiss each other with Baltoh's tongue between their diffused wet lips and their mitt gently stroke and thrill each early's naked physical structure, Rosemary could feel strong lecherousness and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that same sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a certain sweetly pure amorousness to the touching between the two women, a unique amiability that did not exist between a man and a cleaning lady. This unknown bonding was so tantalizing that Rosmarinus officinalis desperately wished she could describe it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her life, the alone sexual thoughts she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her superbia as an Angelica Archangelica. But now, lust and sexual thirst were flooding her body like a stemma transfusion, stirring her sentiment into dissimilar illusion, each involving Baltoh or the char. She had jumped from having substantial feelings for only Baltoh to sexual wonder and desires for these two women, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, fuck me,"genus Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a buss on the essence of her chest while mollie pouted that Selene got the first turn.

mollie moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his prick into her glistening slit. She gave a piano whimper of joy as it entered her, filling every corner and cranny of her velvet Interior Department. Leaning back with her dresser heaving and her breasts jiggling like pee balloons, Selene began bouncing on his hammer like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretch out pussy with her hand after licking her digit. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down flatbed and Molly began riding his aspect, whining from the intense hotshot of his tongue flicking her sopping wet bitch while she ran her tongue across Selene's swinging bosom.

In the box, Rosemary's breathing was great as she watched them. With her middle running up Selene's and molly's beautiful bodies, slightly glistening from a lose weight motion picture of sudor, and listening to the sound of Selene's wet pussy lips hungrily sucking Baltoh's putz while her fluent second joint clapped against his, Rosemary felt like her all body was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to find herself. She wanted to feel her paw against her own naked torso for the get-go real time in her life. Even while inaudible, inconspicuous, and impalpable, she was afraid to move for fear of being noticed, but this self-instated limitation and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so much hard. Her external respiration became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her lips, and she had her blazon tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her finger's breadth against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy bloomers and hint herself.

cover on the bed, mollie's coos were turning into aloud whimper as Baltoh's persistent tongue brought her closer and closer to her first-class honours degree sexual climax as an saint. He was gorging himself on her toothsome puss, slurping up every drib of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the Delicious taste and feeling of Molly's sum. Desperate for further stimulation, the blond beauty shifted her weight, using one hand to squeeze her huge boobs almost brutally and thumb her tight asshole with the other. Her whine grew in book and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing teat, contending herself with just holding her clapper out against her booster's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first sexual climax, she worked her midriff finger's breadth in her anus faster and faster, sending tingle up her body from the unusual mavin. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the mere kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lubricant in her asshole. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her digit out, wiped it on Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her friend's expression. 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, Molly gave a particularly tacky high-pitched groan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her inside with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her unharmed eubstance shaking, mollie moved aside and lied down on the bed like an exhausted cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't believe how a good deal that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new physical structure 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 accept Baltoh's hefty erecting, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her sleeve around molly's naked organic structure, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her cervix. Rosemary licked her mouth with her oral cavity 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 naked body of genus Selene or molly pressed against her own, to sense one of them kissing her skin in that same sexual loving way and to experience that like sweetness.

molly finally managed to work the header of Baltoh's tool into the entrance of her body and gave a loud watchword gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretch to pick out in the mass. genus Selene tightened her hold on her sapphic devotee with her bridge player between Molly's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt molly's pelvic region bulge as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the level of bursting, the ecstasy was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her altogether body was trembling as she tried to turn reacquainted with Baltoh's phallus inside of her and she was giving a soft whine with each movement she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's hard prick, quivering with each heartbeat and glistening with her vaginal juices. With Baltoh's shadower wrapped around her waistline to hold her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steady regular recurrence, springing on his cock while crying out in transport every time the pass punched the deepest corner of her pussycat like a boneless clenched fist. As she picked up velocity, she relied more and more on Baltoh's potent tail to pump her up and down as if she were a Piston while the strait of her thighs clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her screams of joy. Behind her, genus Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lovers were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the recession, Rosemary was staring in awe at mollie's heaving body, her breast jumping like two indestructible weewee balloons attached to the handgrip of a pogo stick. Even without sparkle on, Molly's torso was glistening with a thin out layer of sweat, allowing every brawniness under her skin to display itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's rooster and was fucked like a blow-up dame, Rosemary was filled with so much lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this unknown's body as if she were a jumbo lollipop.

The phone of molly's thighs clapping against Baltoh's and her moans of sexual happiness was like medicine to Rosmarinus officinalis's ears, her vivacious dead body looked downright delectable, the olfactory property of her kitty succus was like scent, and just the sight of the three sexual cooperator was captivating. All these divisor were driving rosemary up the rampart and she could no longer carry herself. Trembling from headland to toe, she began touching her breasts tentatively with one mitt and working her finger in her panties with the former. This was the starting time time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle brushing of her finger's breadth sent shake of cloud nine through her quiver dead body.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own body as Molly released a shake riot of happiness from her orgasm. She collapsed at the pes of the bed, rubbing her gaping cunt and then licking her fingers.

"Don't diaphragm, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her pegleg and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smiling."well darling, what do you think ? Would you be volition to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the same ship's boat smile and cupped his cheek."Oh course, child. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lips against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth out interior second joint before running his lips against her afters beauty ass brass. Feeling Baltoh's rim against her smooth sultry rear, molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the corner and did the same. molly finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh figure out his brim in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's nerve buried in her ass and his glossa and lips working her like a neck 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 sight and auditory sensation of mollie being pleasured. Rosmarinus officinalis was in the same position, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her lenient hide, wishing that Baltoh would lick her in such a way, but also becoming more and more envious of Baltoh for being able to drub Molly.

After exploring the depth of her prick with his long forked tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running kisses up her back and articulatio humeri. After kissing her cervix and auricle, he sat up and grasped his cock, rubbing it between her nerve.

"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.

mollie again spread her ass brass as Baltoh pressed the head against her anus. Before he entered her, genus Selene moved up beside Molly and bicker between her ass cheeks, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly squall as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, Molly's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the penetration, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway open, Baltoh plunged his pecker into her asshole, making Molly screeching like a banshee from the painless yet unutterable and embarrassing flavor of getting skewered by the meaty rod. rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his entire cock in mollie's anus, wondering how the blonde lulu could possibly be moaning in disco biscuit with her anus stretched nearly to the level of tearing.

With longsighted, decelerate cerebrovascular accident, Baltoh began to hump Molly's ass with great attainment, making her moan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her finger in her pussy. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her eubstance like an machine rifle hammering. molly's moans became a ceaseless high scream as the amount of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, genus Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless fingerbreadth brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, Rosmarinus officinalis was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the estimate of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging peter, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into mightily envy, envy so big that she was almost about to start fingering her anus.

Rosemary's body was different from Selene and mollie's, in that they had a certain well-toned due date, but she had more of an adolescent spirit. As an Archangel not created by God, her consistence was the resolution of a large chemical group of backer fusing together into a undivided spirit, ending up with a figure dictated by the majority of her"ingredient ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were women, almost all of them quite Brigham Young. But while her physical structure wasn't as developed as Selene and mollie's, she was the same 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 clear fluid that her arousal was drawing Forth River as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any monition, Baltoh suddenly tripled his f number, making mollie hold a particularly loud screeching. He was driving down into her so quickly that no man would ever be capable to match his amphetamine. His whole eubstance could barely be discerned as anything other than a giant blur as he fucked her like a simple machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the item where it was at danger of falling apart and mollie's anus was being pummeled so difficult and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's endurance and stamina 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 bulk of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her arse while her pussy became soaked with a fresh layer of fluid, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, Molly's body became calm and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her bastard gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her unharmed body was gimp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to trance his breath. With Baltoh's stopcock still standing at full attending, Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her lip, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her supporter as if were butter on a Zea mays cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, molly is just an backer, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one role of her judgment while the relaxation of her head wished she could sample it.

Once the meaty pole was licked fair, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his bent knees and her helping hand on his shoulders. With his hands on her rose hip, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his putz, working it into her anus. With the strength and talent of a horse, Baltoh thrust upwards into her anus, stretching the ring to its limit and making Selene give a abstruse moan. Baltoh waited for a few seconds, making sure that his location was counterbalance before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the head word of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her springiness another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his peg and licked Selene's bit, giving genus Selene a separate rush of delight. Watching Selene, never before had Rosmarinus officinalis felt so much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the Saami time… the sheer lust and yearning she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For several minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of genus Selene's dickhead and into her pussy. Being an Angel, disease and contagion was out of the question for Selene, and even if it was, her bastard was as clean as a bleach bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely take in no backlash for her. All three fair sex knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their hearts pass over a beat, before the fruition hit them and their shock turned into heightened foreplay. genus Selene had a hysteric grinning on her face as Baltoh drove up into her puss several times, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her asshole, all in single fluid motion and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her pussy, soaking both orifices with a frothy motley of each former's natural lube. When he fucked Selene's asshole, molly would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked Selene's shit, Molly would lick the appearing and disappearing putz of his cock.

After twenty minutes, Baltoh had to forego the position from the vast measure of energy and stamina it required, even for him. As genus Selene got off him, molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of genus Selene's ass and pussy on his cock. Once she had licked him pick, Baltoh sat up on his stifle and moved back up to Selene, who was on all fours with a coy smile. With mollie manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the conceited mouth of her snatch.

Without hesitancy, Baltoh took his natural jackhammer rhythm, instantly turning Selene into a jumpy wreck with her mouth hanging unfold as she gave a low groan of unparalleled felicity. For the first few arcminute, 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 stimulation and moved in front end of Selene, lying on her back with her wooden leg spread and her blushful backtalk curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her elbows, Selene excitedly buried her face in mollie's pussy, licking her velvet lips with her long silky smutty tomentum break up across her friend's belly. Molly's usual loud moans were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her hand against her white meat, pinching and pulling on her teat while she let her body rest.

In her corner, Rosemary was chewing on her tomentum like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The wafture of heating system and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her body with unfathomable focal ratio were making it difficult to stand, let alone hold from hollering like an opera Isaac M. Singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquidness sprayed from her pussy as if it was a piss gun as she achieved a female interjection. Soaking the floor beneath her feet and covering her smooth legs in a glistening shininess, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the tight lips.

After soaking Baltoh's peter with her orgasmic succus, Selene moved to the slope to convalesce from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste a second in grabbing mollie and pulling the grinning nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and foot as he started fucking her cunt for almost ten arcminute. Having caught her breather, Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her face, letting mollie ingurgitate herself on her loose, tender cunt while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilance they were experiencing, Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly maintained this perspective for another ten minutes with Rosemary continuing to watch them and touch herself. The military position was broken only briefly so that molly could straighten herself and wrap her legs around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his tool into her arsehole. genus Selene too tilt position, sitting on her heels and grinding her smooth ebony ass boldness against mollie's typeface, purring at the feeling of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the night, with Baltoh switching back and forth between the two women. collective hours were spent with his tool in unlike assholes, pussies, and mouths, with a lot the time spent with a woman's tongue in his throat or his clapper in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

Hearing his warning, Molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her ally's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, Selene pressed her nerve against mollie's, both women sticking out their clapper with their backtalk astray open.

Baltoh gripped his turncock and began stroking it like a lunatic, finally allowing the mental and forcible barriers he had set up in his dead body to break down down and let everything menstruum. With his centre rolling back into his promontory, he released a thick gooey jet of his seed into the two fair sex's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouths. After swallowing, the two women sat up and began licking each former's faces like a pair of cats, cleaning each early from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his whole body feeling like it was pinned down with lede weights.

Once the two charwoman had licked up every drop of cum, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiles. His panting having slowed and his torso as limber as a rubber band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four flank, wrapping them around genus Selene and Molly like blankets.

"red cent, that was dainty,"Selene purred with her typeface pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfective,"molly tiredly whispered with her face pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a sonant laugh as the three sex pardner closed their eyes and became silent.

On the former side of the way, Rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly stimulate sex, masturbate to the flock, and feel intimate attractor to the two cleaning woman. For 60 minutes 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 unawares of sentence. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"rosemary, she was in the room watching us the all clip. She just left."

genus Selene bolted up in electrical shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you get laid ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her focus on her concealment spells briefly wavered every clock time she had an climax. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

genus Selene gained a coy look on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our next session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can sympathise why you originally invited mollie, but you barely even know Rosmarinus officinalis at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it hard to believe that you are this bequeath to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to view. 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 bring in each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the next engagement, when all the Angels are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"invite"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each early's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the only womanhood that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really love these little sex parties. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that individual is going to get covetous and their tactual sensation will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the passion we part. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to perplex things. Molly loves you and Rosmarinus officinalis loves me. I just want to make sure we don't end up crossing a line and we're unable to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather mislay my powers and be cast back into Hades to be tortured for all eternity than be without you."

Selene's smile then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's vexation like rubble against a broom."You will never fall behind me. My physical structure, judgement, and someone, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how complicated affair become, all that we need is to fuck each other, because that dear will bind us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his brass.

"I love you, genus Selene. You are the entirely being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the only when one who can tell me what to do, the only one who I will always follow. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their animation in others manpower like a tercet if it is found. Everyone tries so laborious to hide his or her leash, to observe from being vulnerable. genus Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever suffer my love and my loyalty. You are the only one that can pretend this creature retract his claws,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Saami thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and eff you. I would do anything in this man for you, anything admit leave you. I lost my liveliness because I refused to go away you, and I would do it all again, just to show up you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an backer, you know that ?"

"fuck 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 log Z's,"Molly tiredly mumbled with her oculus closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her case, IN OUR HOTEL elbow room,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a small joke and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding lightness woke Baltoh up in the middle of the night, shining in through the window with the intensity of a stage visible radiation. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The Oliver Stone shaft around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten stone, as if New House of York had been plopped right into the heart of a lava lamp. The metropolis had literally burned through the dry land's insolence and was passing through the curtain. The only thing 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 head back down on the pillow.



With Selene and molly's naked bodies held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a roll blast struck the hotel elbow room balcony and sent detritus and broken glass flying through the air. outside, a engagement had just started and the forces of inferno were once again advancing on New York.

"female child, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his poop. They both shook their header, jittery from the sudden shock.

"Good, then let's get dressed. It is time to fight down once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two saint flew out of the ruined hotel room and looked out over the urban center. Already, Angelica Archangelica and Demons were zooming between the construction while their leaf blade and go clashed, massive violent stream of Gargoyles were bursting out of the ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the city, battling the house physician of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nigh deluge of Gargoyles with genus Selene and Molly following him.

"angel Art : backstage of the Crusader ! Demon Art : leaf blade of shadow !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten metrical foot, two tempered auras of white brightness radiated from his Angel wing while two steel-like fins of dark free energy stretched from his Demon annex. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers. With his powered wings, he sliced the forces of Hell to while as if they were part of nitty-gritty dropped into a food central processing unit. Misty clouds of blood sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body part blanketed the surrounding surface area like sleet.

The audio of gunfire pulled Selene and molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the number one wood desperately running over the evildoer and Gargoyles on foundation. With how the vehicle was capable to shatter the systema skeletale of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like spell of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the nighttime power that filled the street, glass rained down from the billet construction to their right as sinner leapt from the windows, howling curses with their rusty steel in hand.

"Molly, try and defend them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her friend countered with fire in her heart, having developed a rude affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her hand at the raining skeleton in the cupboard, Molly launched the merely long-range blast of the Angel : a narrow Divinity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch toy darkness pulsing. The fire whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice it in one-half like a full-sized theology Ray, but packing more than adequate strength to veil the Sinners.

With broken and blacken castanets falling like hail but More Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic action. Standing on the ceiling of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her annexe extended, almost making the van look like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to put down on the van instead collided with Selene's fender, which were glowing with holy push. On contact, the skeletons were shattered like ice vases and their osseous tissue were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passenger inside the van were firing their hitman at the Gargoyles and sinner that were chasing the van like Leo after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their bullets were more than affective against the dark legions, shattering the evildoer'skeletons and blasting gory cakehole straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through wild boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the roof of a city bus which had an interior caked with line and aimed her script at the host of Sinners and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of fury, she launched two irradiation of halcyon energy from her laurel wreath, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark military group. With each she one cut down, five more would take its place, drawn by the din of battle. But no matter how many showed up, she refused to appropriate her supply of energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her decease, it was not 100 % true. The flush of engagement and sight of the Gargoyles and sinner were bringing rearwards memory board of the pain sensation and humiliation she suffered at the hands of the Demons. That pain sensation was turning into fad and determination, and the steely resolve to avenge her own dying and fight back against the unholy spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every heartbeat of a retention from her death made her blood burn in her nervure like molten alloy and caused angry split to rain buckets down her face, but it also caused the twin beams of idle shooting from her script to increase in size of it and baron, almost turning into actual divinity Rays.

With a loud screech, she doubled her output, making the basis shake and the windows of the bus shatter into pieces. The beams of visible light obliterated the evildoer and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yankee bowl, that's where everyone is being guarded,"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 split."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a lock of molly's golden hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a cryptic breathing time. With a tender grinning, genus Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut brusque as the construction behind them exploded into a tidal wave of junk from a Bleak clawing its way up from hellhole and into New House of York. Selene and molly quickly raised their hired hand and each fired a ray of light of holy free energy at the malign conglomerate, managing to singe its organic structure but only inflicting as much hurt as a duet of magnifying chalk on a tree trunk. The beast snarled and shielded its face from the lasers, causing two narrow mainstay of sens to rise up from its hand. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and Molly and held them up, squeezing them in its knock-down grip.

Crying out in the pain of the vice-like forcefulness of the Bleak's skeletal hand, Selene and molly both aimed their custody at the fauna's face and fired a beam of light into its eye, blinding the creature and causing smoke to pour forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its traveling bag on Selene and Molly to the point where they both coughed up stemma. With its imagination blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark pulsation.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five daimon with their tycoon enhanced by eating human figure and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his devotee and his champion in the manus of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a prosperous shot and plunged her off-white katana into his thorax and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his brand at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the tabernacle and ripping off the upper helping of its face and much of its brainpan. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay alert and on its understructure, allowing Selene and mollie to slip free of its grip. Before Baltoh could breathe a suspiration of relief, one of the fiend attacked from behind him and managed to prod him the cervix with a pickaxe made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing weakness, even while bleeding profusely.

Breaking the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious snarl. First reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the essence of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his claw and ripping out blooming strips of her eye and left lung. The Demon vomited parentage and tried to draw another katana from the back of her cervix, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this time striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arteries, as well as a portion of her spinal column.

The other four monster attacked at once with their weapons burning with total darkness flame to inflict More harm. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe strike of the 2nd Demon, used his right wings to block the skull-headed hammer impact of the tertiary demon, used his provide wings to block the notched jousting lance of the fourth Demon, and used his rear end to attain back against the fifth Demon, who was wielding a jumbo cleaver brand. Baltoh cringed at the pain sensation of the hammer breaking the bones in his right wings and the fizgig piercing his left annex, but he was able to detour the flak of the second and fifth and his wounds from the previous fracas were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second Demon with his tail and the third and fourthly with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to off the fifth, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others harm with a nameless healing big businessman. The demon raised his cleaver sword above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"Damn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not suffer them !"rosemary shouted, appearing succeeding to Selene and Molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming daemon."Angel Art : spear Of Destiny !"

From her palm, a golden voulge blade shot forth, made solely of clean and as great as a car, but also being as thin as newspaper and moving as fast as lightning. The giant gig completely slipped through the ogre's sense of detective work and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The vane struck the Demon head on, slicing it in half right down the centre. With the creature defeated, Rosemary turned to Selene and Molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to look right at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral device vision.

"Don't concern, as long as you're observance over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a lazy smile.

rosemary's centre widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she roll in the hay ? !"Uh, honorable. Once you're healed, you are to revert 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 stirred grin. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosmarinus officinalis kneeled before the whale crucifix in one of the church service of New York urban center. The battle was over, and as usual, every church in the city was packed with the great unwashed, praying for God to hold open them or mourning over those who had lost their life in the scrap. The room was ruby from the illumination of the hellfire fencing around the city passing through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the church seem like the fit of a unrelenting massacre by daemon. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and desperate spokesperson were the grim sobs and sniffs of crying people, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless place, or just crying.

rosemary had made herself unseeable so that she could pray in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to bless them or their family unit, ask why God was not putting a stop to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every death that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every Angel and Archangel that wasn't busybodied healing the bruise and repairing the destroy city had taken a similar physical body of solitude.

This time, she was praying for clarity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for archangel to be in romantic relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these hefty sexual needs and desires, but the taboo of it only made them stronger and more arousing.

bottom her, the priest continued his discourse."…And so we must never lose religion in the Lord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must uphold to fight and bear on to beg, so that we may register our idolatry and he will save us."

Suddenly, the threshold swung open, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In stepped Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the doorway. Christian Bible had spread throughout the metropolis of this cryptical physical body, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, devil, and Sinners that were rising up from Hell 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 response and portrayal of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the engagement that had taken place in the city, he had become a legend. Many people revered him as the savior that would rescue the city and the world from the brink of destruction, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the worlds of light and iniquity, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon world and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will make unnecessary you,"he announced with a voice so mystifying and commanding that it made everyone shake.

rosemary's eyes opened and she gasped at the sound of his vocalism. Baltoh began to take the air forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"exculpation me ?"the non-Christian priest asked shakily.

"Jehovah will not hold open you, he abandoned this cosmos long ago. Right now, only humans and Angels can stop the wickedness. If you're going to beg, pray to us."He then rolled his eyes to the clink of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a monster !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and stronger than both,"he corrected, spreading his fender to their maximum length.

The elbow room was filled with hushed muttering of electrical shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two black leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to demolish it. This place will do none of you any honest. This church building will not protect you from the forcefulness of hell on earth, it will not get your aloof immortal to reach down and save you, and it will not get you captivate into nirvana. The exclusively matter that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this house of Trygve Lie, instead try and help those around you. There is a good deal work that needs to be done in this city, hoi polloi to help and job that must be solved. If you truly want to get into nirvana, then I suggest you stop needing someone to apply your hand and get to play helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was concern or obedience, the people left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their space from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to study. The doors of the church closed, leaving it silent with only Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the crucifix, rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these mass to sour instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand mass who were injured in the battle and I repaired xv urban center blocks. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to crush their feeling when you of all people know how on-key it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her centre on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the universe than they ever could. Jehovah has done nothing for this human race in two thousand old age. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the people of this earthly concern or even his handmaid ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and secern me that you care about this reality,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evilness. 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 wish to harm. I do not bed this world, but I have done to a greater extent for it and its people than Jehovah ever has. So tell me, why do you still follow and worship him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not ready you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the other hand are one of the many Angelica Archangelica born through the collaboration of virtuous human souls, all wishing to contend evil, just like I do. You are a nuclear fusion of the soul of people that were made on Earth by this universe, not Yahwe. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a deep breath."Why did you issue forth here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her annex retracted.

Baltoh took another footprint towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosmarinus officinalis had a hard sentence not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving genus Selene and Molly,"he said with his breath flicking Rosemary whisker and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was nothing, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his brim just an inch from her ear. Rosmarinus officinalis's breath was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't imagine 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 headache, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just take to do work on staying focused on your cloaking spell while having an climax,"he whispered, brushing his mouth against the side of her neck.

She held her side in her hands."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her face in her hands.

Baltoh wrapped his derriere around her torso and felt the curvature hidden beneath her baggy Angelica Archangelica outfit. The gentle squeeze made her whimper in stymy arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at pacification )."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 recondite breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his knife against her ear and sent a powerful tremor through her body.

"I want them, Selene and mollie. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a grin, Baltoh began running his hands across her body, feeling her beautiful grade through her clothes and making her wriggle in foreplay, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will give it to you. I will give you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, pay yourself to me, and we will prove you more blissfulness than you thought possible."

rosemary shook her read/write head from side to side as if waking up from a enchantment."No, this is wrong. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to contend her own sexual hunger.

"This was her musical theme. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at first I was unbelieving about it, but the gustatory modality of your physical body is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to proceed her mind clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her herald, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and have sex each other ; that is our bond paper. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the collar of her waistcoat and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more confused than ever in her life.

He rubbed her knocker with his palm, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling flavour."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel genus Selene and Molly's knife against your eubstance, you want to sense orgasm after orgasm spate through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall yield you everything."

Wearing a face of confused purity and lust 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 cushy wet lip. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her tongue while carefully avoiding his sharp teeth. While the flavor was retentive since gone, Rosmarinus officinalis could almost taste the juices of Selene and molly in his mouthpiece and they drove her wild in frizzly thirst.

With their lip locked and Baltoh's lingua filling her backtalk, Rosemary did not sense him tear away her trouser with his chela, but she shivered at the opinion of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his tush between her legs, catching the waistband of her panty with the tart tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her organic structure and her clothes gone, the only thing separating rosemary from Baltoh's knock-down erection pressing against her was the fabric of his pants.

Wearing nothing but her prayer beads drop mountain chain around her radiocarpal joint and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the feel of impotency that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, helpless, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt fear in battle before, but this was a new fear, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a shiner at the mercy of a powerful Leo the Lion and the superstar was sexually exhilarating. This spirit of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was unspeakable, the care and the bliss that came with it made her shiver in excitement. She wanted to feel him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood ; she wanted to relegate to him and be dominated, though that word was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her judgement telepathically, Baltoh could smell this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wild animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt irregular, like her intellect was still trying to adjudicate what to do and what it expected. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his ass against the suave lips of her snatch like a slithering snake. rosemary purred at the animal cutaneous senses, and when she reached down to experience her moistening clit, he grabbed her men and held them together, restricting her movement. Rosmarinus officinalis shook in his embracing and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in bliss at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, arrest me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In engagement she is as fierce as all of the former Angelica Archangelica, but when sexually spread and vulnerable, she is completely slavish, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more occupy,'Baltoh cerebration to himself, feeling his demonic sense of sexual say-so beginning to discover itself.

"What do you want ?"Baltoh asked, ending the kiss.

Rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the flat coat by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the feeling of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a third time, holding her out and dragging one of his hook up her smooth backside and along her vertebral column, gently enough to only make the tegument rise and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"she begged as she felt the raciness of the razor-sharp talon against her bare build.

Baltoh grinned at the stark personality change."I'll make it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new overlord ? Do you want to be used like my lilliputian fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all Little Joe."Get on your knee joint,"he ordered, taking great enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a pocket-sized smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect cock, which was pulsing with each beatnik of his nub. On her knee joint, Rosmarinus officinalis stared at it with awe and fear, like to Selene when she first looked upon it in this site. However, being a Virgin with a less developed body, Rosemary's burnished heart and freckled face were beaming with sinlessness. Even though she was in her twenties, her virgin innocence and Whitney Young body made her face so young.

"jump playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her mouth, rosemary leaned back and began working her fingers between her legs. Her external respiration became ready and shoal with easygoing flap of her voice and her paw became muffle with her juices. The more she worked, the more her kitty began to open up and reveal itself, letting Baltoh depend down at the pink interior and the wet flower petal-like crease within. rosemary was scarlet from how often she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young naked body on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his paw. She could feel his eyes on him, his gaze as hot as the summertime sun, making her want to hide away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes Master,"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 nipple for added stimulation. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her middle screwed shut so that she would not see the rood-tree above them or the rest of the church, for she could not stand the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your bridge player and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her face in the crook of her arm, Rosemary continued to finger herself with her unscathed consistence shaking with each pleasurable stir of her helping hand, all with her anus and glistening cunt in view of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to attain an orgasm. Finally, he decided to give her some assistance in a way he knew would ferment best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Shangri-la, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tush around her throat and gave a promiscuous power play. It wasn't enough to restrict her respiration or cut off line of descent flow, but it filled Rosmarinus officinalis with a euphoric terror. It would have been so easy for him to kill her at that import, to snuffle out her life like she was nothing but a small-scale animal. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her soft pharynx like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his domination over her, Rosmarinus officinalis crossed the doorsill into a jetting coming. She writhed and moaned as fountain pussycat juice sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hired hand became a fuzz as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a bit, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heaving and her tits jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole body trembling, Rosemary held up her hired man to her human face, looking at her inunct finger's breadth, glistening with her juices. Revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so sinful. Baltoh's tail tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nervousness with slavish arousal. Without hesitation, she opened her oral fissure and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the delicious gustatory perception of the wetness.

Once she had licked her finger clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his keister as if it were a leash. He set her on her human knee with his cock just inches from her grimace."Kiss it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes Master,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosmarinus officinalis kissed the header of Baltoh's rooster, shivering as the warm member touched her rim like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouthpiece and get your tongue out."

Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her sassing wide with her lingua sticking out like a land landing strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribble from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head teacher of his cock against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her tongue, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this hammer ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.

"Yes, please Master. I want to fellate your cock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and vestal warrior of Heaven into his submissive sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the back of her nous, Baltoh forced his hammer into her mouth, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. rosemary tried to rend away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's tail around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the lot stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her face. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting rosemary gasp for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breath, Baltoh wrapped his finger around rosemary's whisker and smeared his slime-covered cock across her face, mixing her spit and former bodily fluids with her snag. He pushed his cock back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body convulsions. After a few second, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leafage and with slime dripping from her sass and nozzle from retching. As filthy and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her illusion had ever been like this, but it was better than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deeply desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean and jerk, she wrapped her fingers around the tool of Baltoh's prick and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the sizing and shape while she caught her breath. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and molly do it, bobbing her head back and Forth and stroking him with her deal while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his fountainhead roll back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his humanity and listened to the terrific squishy sound of it moving back and forth inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his entire backside around her body and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his cock staying in her rima oris. With Rosemary upside-down with Baltoh's head between her branch, he buried his brass in her snatch, going down on her with far to a greater extent hostility than he would with Selene or molly. Having never experienced the feeling of mortal's lips and tongue on and in her kitty-cat, rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to breastfeed him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet pussy and licked up every free fall of her delicious juices, Baltoh wrapped his fingerbreadth in her hair to hold her chief stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing Rosmarinus officinalis to retch with each mighty punch to her pharynx and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally sentence to fuck rosemary like the little whore she was. He dropped the exhausted garden angelica onto the puddle of filth on the flooring and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to regain her metier. Once his patience was at its limit, he grabbed her by the articulatio talocruralis and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your Master ? Ready to get your pussycat shredded by my cock ? Beg for it like the little slut you are,"he demanded licking his lip with an malefic smile.

"Please know me, Master ! I want you to rent my virginity with your big prick !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her weaponry shaking.

With his seat around her waist, Baltoh used his free handwriting to press the head of his tool against her waiting virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so laborious that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the palm of his hand. Securing the head in the glistening lip of her puss, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deep breath. With a single powerful shove, he forced his entire cock into her slender body, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her archangel eubstance opening up to accept him in a way that no human Virgo could and the pain sensation almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the abrasive bunco game from the fell penetration and the huge mass inside her. The champion of his grievous manhood stuffing her to the point where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her unwarranted fantasies and nightmares. The idea of experiencing this as a human terrified and confounded Rosemary as she struggled to breathe and persist calmness.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruised snatch. Upon its cheeseparing remotion, stemma from her powdered hymen trickled out from between the spreading lip, running down her smooth belly, between her wall hanging breasts, up her throat, and reddened her oral fissure like lip rouge. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy servant, taking great amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the shop mechanic of fucking her, but with the assist of this tail to hold her still, he was fucking her like a auto in seconds. rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a homo garden cart ; instead, she just had her face buried in the turn of her arm against the story while Baltoh slamming her scurvy dead body against his rooster. The dominating loan-blend had a smile on his face and was licking his lips as he listened to Rosmarinus officinalis's tearful moans of happiness and watched as his powerful thrusts sent ripples through her blench raw torso. Wanting to see More, he smacked her across the rear with the back of his script, jiggling the soft soma and making Rosmarinus officinalis cry out as a large red wheal formed. He smacked her again, loving the strait of his hand against the soft bare flesh of her soused ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her vociferation of dreadful euphoria were like music to his ears, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her weapon system back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her wrists and his quarter around her throat. With Rosmarinus officinalis's branch wrapped around his body and her weeping gags and cries of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to have sex her like she was third-world teenage Richard Hooker. He had her arms held back and had his tooshie wrapped around her neck with the unadulterated storey of compactness, meaning that she was basically held in a sex swinging and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
"Do you want me to hit you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make me cum, headmaster ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his tool mystifying inside her.

Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top fastness, making her all suspended body stir wildly as he rammed her to the peak that it was a miracle that she didn't start hemorrhage. Rosemary's eye were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the rampart of the church service.

"OH overlord !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet orgasm, spraying the storey and Baltoh's leg with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down on her feet and then pushed her over to the podium. With Rosemary bent over the podium, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his dick between her ass cheeks. He tightened his tail around her pharynx and pulled it up while he kissed her cervix."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

rosemary just gave a poor whimper and nodded her straits, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and Molly's. Spreading her legs and forcing her forefront down against the bible on the podium, Baltoh readied the psyche of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the band expand and give up as it awaited the penetration. With rosemary's scream echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his cock into her tight niggling asshole with a single shove of brutal strength. Ignoring her painful cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic look and the rattling notion of her crocked rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the pinnace wet pelt, Baltoh took his natural rate, pumping into her with longsighted, deep strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and Forth River like a woodpecker, rocking the podium wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for near liveliness and moaning as she looked around the Christian church. The colored deoxyephedrine windows of the paragon and Angels and the words of pews for citizenry who attended the theater of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living existence 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 role of her mind hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry paramour, but the respite of her mind was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his lead, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a love of thralldom, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her drumhead and released a recondite moan of ecstasy, with her vox shaking with her body from the rapid buffeting of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his backside around her cervix, exposing her jiggling breast so that he could smack them hard with his laurel wreath, making her purr from the sting of the spiritualist mounds. He also kissed her, licking the blood of her virginal membrane off her lips.

He then pushed her read/write 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 compositor's case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his thrusts, violating her woman as he kept her aspect pressed against the holy Christian Bible, both to humiliate her and spit in the typeface of God as he bent the beautiful Archangel to his will.

Finally, the podium 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 Rosemary on all four-spot and his hands around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant jackhammer. For respective minutes, they continued in his way with Rosmarinus officinalis riding Cloud 9 and Baltoh riding rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her pussy, painting the two orifices with her succus. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually feel his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her shit gaping spread, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his keister around her pharynx. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clitoris."Please prevent fucking me, Master. I want your cock inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his cock in his paw. Grabbing her whisker, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to manipulate his behind behind her, causing two sections to flex back over each other and twist into a pair of reduplicate helixes.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two turn dowry of his bum into her ass and twat, fucking all three of her opening at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle monster. With Baltoh's cock grinding against the back of her throat and his fundament pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of fuck machines, Rosemary's middle rolled back into her head and she nearly became wilted, giving into the indescribable delight flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a woman of the street at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a diabolical roar as an bam of semen sprayed from the forefront of his cock, coursing down her throat, filling her belly, and overflowing from her back talk. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his putz out of her mouth and his derriere out of her pussycat and asshole. Rosemary collapsed on the level, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more than,"she panted, happier and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your ticker and your commitment ?"

"Yes schoolmaster,"she purred.

"trade good, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a turn with you."

Then, in line to the roughshod BDSM screwing he had just given her, he lifted her Kuki and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, Rosmarinus officinalis is on circuit card,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favourite hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a prompt magic spell ), both naked after having made love just a brusk while ago. Just minutes before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to Earth in social club to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need point,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously crisp trollop and a completely subservient masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to name she is a serious water gun, she sprays like a water fountain."

Selene perked up with amazement and entertainment."Really ? Well after my foremost little taste of supremacy with molly, I have to admit that I am more mad than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a round with her after I gave her sentence to mend. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive impulse of energy rocked the city to its essence, shaking every edifice and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and clayey with ominous office and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh's eyes widened and he bolted to his foundation, rushing over to the balcony. This business leader was equal to his own, possibly even not bad. There were only a handful of sources for such an oppressive glory, and none of them were good.

"backer Art : promise Beacon Summoning ! angel Art : rose wine window Shield Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

Four Hope Beacons began to rise from the ground, each at the very edge of the city. It was the utmost number of the crosse that could be summoned in any given property and time. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of xanthous and violet glass appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the metropolis with the light passing through it. With the supporter of the four hybridisation, its diam was expanded to report all of New House of York and its power was large enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could recrudesce through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"genus Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to Scheol, we've finally gotten so close that the most muscular Demons can slip through. These are the on-key monsters of the shadowy depths, the foes that have brought me nearly to the brink of death,"he cursed as the authority of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.

"delay, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mountain. Their power level are compeer, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have minutes before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the Hell is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the other Archangels on the roof of a building. There were twenty other Archangels in come, as well as a few Angels, including Selene.

"One of the schoolmaster of overrefinement has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the inclemency of the situation.

"What are passe-partout of Torture and Titans ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the adjacent level of ogre, well beyond archangel,"Michael admitted, being forced to accept his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the former Angel Falls asked.

Baltoh took a deep intimation."As you know Demons have been summoned to earth in the past—as it is the only when way for them to cross between dimensions and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too a good deal of a threat, they have been known to make full strength and have raw disasters like volcanic irruption, tsunamis, and plague. passkey of overrefinement and colossus are far too knock-down to be summoned, the mass of their Energy is too great and toilsome to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the divergence between superior of Torture and behemoth and daimon is how they are born. giant are born through boastfully numbers of Demons managing to combine together into one massive beast, just like Sinners join together to transform into Bleaks. Depending on how well the process goes, they can continue their word and continue to use fiend Art, or misplace their minds and get razz brute, often used as steeds for the Masters of torture. schoolmaster of Torture are born more similarly to regular fiend ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell occupier 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 Demon's existence is compacted and processed to its purest class, like the coal remains of antediluvian decayed organisms. This dark poison eventually joins up with others and forms a master copy of torture. Even I have to struggle for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two foes that they about to fought reinforced the austereness of the state of affairs, with dread crushing everyone with the Lapp weight as the dark free energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could proceed, there was a deafening crash and the whole city shook violently, causing respective building to tumble and come down apart like houses of calling card. Red go flitted through the rose windowpane hologram mould upon the city as the violence of darkness below crashed against it like a baseless fuzz against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the citizenry been evacuated to the outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the metropolis. Most likely, our enemy will derive up through the plaza of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another crash that sent more cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the superior of straining, and the eternal sleep of you fight the heavyweight. Selene, I want you and all the other Angels to stay put out of this fight and guard the humans in subject any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third crash rang out as the shell broke. In the center of the city, twelve city auction block suddenly sank into the basis and the four Hope beacon fire in the corners shattered like vessel. A soaker of hellfire roared up through the monumental fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, visible only from its shadow. Hovering above the city, the brute released a deafening bellowing and the geyser of red region died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The beast was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, turgid than its consistence when joined to together and each one far longer, and an iron collar on each neck. Its black scraggly hair was matted with pedigree, its red eyes glowed like endangerment light source, both foreland had rhino-like horns on the bridges of their noses, two duet of bull-like automobile horn protruded from behind its ear, its long scraggy fangs poked out past its lower jawbone and glistened with acid saliva, its claws looked more like talons and appeared almost too bombastic for its paws, and its oxford-grey annex were webbed with spindly bones and were missing most of the surface membrane, but the beast was still able to fly. If it curled up its torso, it would still dwarf the world's largest sports stadium.

Standing on the Titan's back, holding a chain that led to its iron leash, was a Demon. The entity was garbed in black armor with a twain of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like car horn made entirely of shadower ardour, a tail lined with spike heel, a duet of prominent gauntlets on his arms instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of Torture held out his hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon pearl, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the Demon pointed the brand straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fight,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in preparation and summoned his sword.

As the garden angelica departed to face up the Titan once the engagement started, Selene gave him a kiss laced with worry but also filled with tender love."Don't let him get to you, he's nothing. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a small grin.

Baltoh mirrored the look and kissed her back."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how serious you are in your undercoat,"she said once last time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the master of Torture as he spread his annexe, preparing to pounce. With a wide smile on his face, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a fighter's perspective, brimming with confidence and upheaval for the engagement. Moving faster than a zip bullet, the devil leapt from his mount and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating powerfulness. Baltoh blocked the work stoppage and the building under him instantly shattered from the power transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to push back against the Demon's sword, but his grin did not diminish.

"Well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, leader of forty goddamn legion under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader 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 time to see which is not bad ; darkness or light !"Amun gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful boot to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his counterweight, brandishing his brand as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the power of both worldly concern. This is not a question of Inner Light vs. dark ; it is a question of whether your hatred is greater than mine ! Now we fight with our life-time on the parentage to show who has the with child declaration !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amun's slash.

Upon the collision of their swords, every window within a second power mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amon could fork over another spinning kick, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the demon by the throat with his tush. With a herculean whip, he threw the demon straight down into the ground with enough military posture to create a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

brand in manus, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Jehovah Smite turn. Amen rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the ground with adequate power to reduce nine feather blocks of the city into a colossal crater filled with the rubble of the edifice that had originally stood in its space.

"devil Art : nighttime beat !"Amon thundered, pointing his taloned finger at the loanblend and launching a condensed jet of shadow vigour, as heavy as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the onrush, wrapped in smoke with half of his undershirt and shirt burned away."backer Art : plume Arrows !"he called, pointing his annex at Amon and launching a fusillade of feathers, burning with albumen fire.

swathe himself in his backstage, Amen tried to roll away but the thunderbolt made their bell ringer, puncturing his annexe over and over again. He gritted through the stinging infliction and got to his feet, ripping the feathers out of his annex and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal eyes could not catch him, Amon swung his sword in a slanted uppercut slash, but the hybrid blocked the onrush, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging attacks and blocks. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding swords.

spying and orifice, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the spunk with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of roue but managed to strike back by sharpening his two devil wings into nail-sharp spikes and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With descent dripping from Amon's helm, the two enemy separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their injuries and instead just swinging their steel wildly at lightning swiftness, attacking and blocking each other a one C times every second.

"daemon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to barf the spell.

Surging up from the ground, a 12 huge emaciated hands reached out of vena portae to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a crew of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the Sami target.

"backer Art : Final penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like howitzer shells, immense wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the bones and pinning them to the ground.

"holy man Art : nirvana flashgun !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's feathers, temporarily crippling Amon's power to see. With the Demon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his chassis with the gut hook near the end of the blade and the serrations that lined the edge.

With blood spraying from the cleft carved across his breast, Amon snarled and clapped his hands together with his sword between his ribbon."ogre Art : Incinerating hell !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in nuisance as a sudden bonfire of Hell flaming engulfed him. The melanise pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his pelt badly charred, but he was alive.

"ogre Art : Undead greening !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two paladin were both wrapped in smutty auras as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their bodies in time to lock sod. The second base their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the side, sending the monster plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometer of buildings as if they were made of spate of tin cans.

"Demon Art : goliath separatrix !"Amon thundered, getting to his infantry and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an unseeable interbreeding of ten razor-thin energy blades. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined bam breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally recover, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden appearance of a trace. Amon had appeared above him with an entire building in his bobby pin. With a roar, Amun swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledge, with the hybrid having to a lesser extent than a indorse to become impalpable and notch through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amon slammed into him with dark energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the unprocurable Baltoh. Amon stroke straight down, slamming Baltoh into the basis as the confound building shattered. Upon shock, all the rubble of the edifice was thrown upwards into a Brobdingnagian mushroom cloud cloud of dust from the two fighter hitting the ground.

In the bottom of a smoky crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the priming coat and was punching him in the face over and over again with his arms moving as blurs. With his face bloody and his desperation climb, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the berm with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of buildings like an indestructible missile.

"Angel Art : gig of Destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his feet and clapping his hands together.

From between his paw, a paper-thin beam of golden light shot Forth River, taking the embodiment of a huge blade that sliced through everything in its course. Slamming his sword into the priming coat, Amon brought himself to a arrest as the blade approached, slicing straight through the buildings that he had just smashed through.

"devil Art : Tombstone buckler !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized gravestone fit from the flat coat in front of him, acting as a barrier against the brand. The massive voulge of light smashed into the gravestone, one of the few military group it could not come apart. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and get around his sword towards Amen's cervix, hoping to decapitate him. The Demon managed to lean back enough to annul a fatal strike, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a jet of inky blood to spray Forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a bullet through building after construction. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in less than a irregular. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their clawed index fingerbreadth at each other, the sharp talons just inches apart.

"daemon Art : Dark Pulse !"they both shouted.



"holy man Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed boost to avoid the stupendous smutty ball of fire being launched from the twin top dog of the Titan.

"Angel Art : ring saucer !"rosemary shouted, attacking the creature from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her doughnut, she drew a long chain of monovular band of golden luminousness and threw them at the creature. The rings struck the colossus like hailstones, doing little to a greater extent than bouncing off its muscular pelt. With an annoyed snarl, the colossus turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his quarter, sending her crashing into a urban center bus with enough durability to cleave it in half. Lying at the end of a long crater in the street, rosemary cursed and slowly got to her foundation, just as she was encompassed by a massive fantasm. Flapping her offstage desperately, she took flight and fled as the Titan tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : Final repentance !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his bid, half a dozen heavy wooden interbreeding fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the wight's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off balance. Furious, the goliath turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized blackness human dynamo. The bam struck Raphael pass on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Almighty Smite !"an garden angelica with light blond hair called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her brand raised.

sensing her access, the Titan raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive shadow Pulse. The Archangel blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the beam of energy and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her strength increased. The blast finally ended and the woman's steel was knocked to the side by the final bead of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the Titan reached up with its early head with lightning speed and stabbed her right in the gut with the car horn on the bridgework of its nose. The force of the shock and the size of the cornet ripped her to piece of music and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Angelica Archangelica by the epithet of Remiel yelled through his yearn lace beard, mourning the loss of his fellow. The Archangel turned to the Titan and clapped his deal together, spreading his extension to their maximum duration."Angel Art : Incense asphyxiation sealskin !"

On his command, four pillars of voluptuous incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fence of white lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four pillar each began spewing thick swarm of incense smoke, filling the blank within the prison but going no boost. In seconds, the Titan was invisible, hidden within a cloud of gage. Over the sound of the dense vapor spraying out like urine jets, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its pulp like gaseous pane and pressed on its eubstance from all sides as if it were at the buns of the ocean.

"holy man Art : divinity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingers at the heavyweight and firing beams of golden illumination as large as Hummers. The shaft of light struck the Titan, causing it to embrangle in pain sensation and illuminating the smoke cloud.

"Keep shooting ! We have to kill this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his vigor into his blast.

All of the Angelica Archangelica were thrown back as the Titan released an world-shattering holloa and was wrapped in shadow ardor. The black explosions shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the Divinity Rays as if they were mere shaft of light of light. Furious at the harm they had caused it, the wight reached out with its two heads and snapped up a twosome of Archangels, than knocked the eternal sleep back like a group of flies with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it possible that this thing is so potent ? !"Raffaello Sanzio cursed as he pushed aside the paries of a broken construction that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only when one who can face something like this !"Rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes wrong ! We are Angelica Archangelica of Eden, we do not postulate help destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to suck his bruised ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that Master of twisting. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his disjointed shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is rider,"Rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon remark that it was the spell he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in pit. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and study them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"darn it, have we really fallen this far ? !"H

"wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his oculus and mulled over the decision, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redhead stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can kibosh it or slow up it down enough for Baltoh to lure that captain of twisting over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. saint Art : Hope Beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

quaternity building around the giant shattered as a group of Hope beacon appeared in their spot, giving all the Archangels four power boosts.

"Angel Art : Final excruciation !"Rosemary called, feeling her lastingness return.

Shaking the intact city, a massive cross burst from the primer coat, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a darkness over the giant. piles of whip, adorned with thorns and mo of distorted metal, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its flesh. The fauna howled in pain as its eye tooth bones snapped and its muscularity tore so that its limbs could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the necks of the giant, a cap of thorn formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized spear leaf blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the monster's chest.

"saint Art : rosary simpleness !"all the garden angelica called as the colossus roared in nuisance and foiling.

From their beaded watch bracelet, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the animate being, further securing it to the interbreeding while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the strand with all their force, the Archangels pulled the cross out of the priming coat and sent it falling back like a chopped Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree before shaking New House of York with its landing.

"holy man Art : final exam Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a 12 towering mark began to precipitate from the sky like turkey, slamming down into the Titan each with the weight of a mountain. Throughout New House of York, building were thrown from their substructure by each devastating impact and clouds of dust completely filled the air. The monumental crosses 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 patch, four conversant pillar of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground around the animal and began spewing forth their roll of tobacco, which crushed the Titan like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to catch their breath, the massive puppet unleashed a roar as low and cryptical as the beating of war drums and its body began to sunburn with black fire, slowly eating away at all of the stamp. Even with their force enhanced with four Bob Hope Beacons, the Archangels still could not keep open the brute or its gargantuan energy restrained.

"Quick ! Start hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the tour ! Rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of infernal Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a barren waste, their feet buried under the powdered rubble of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a 3rd of New York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamic conflict, much of the end being the result of them both smashing each early over the pass with entire buildings like a span of cartoon role. Both fighters were caked with bloodline and panting heavily, having each received unnumerable injuries that would take meant the death of any regular Demon or Archangel. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their energy, but the wound, both fighting through and healing them. In the battle, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the face, sending the passe-partout of anguish staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the ogre and continued punching him with all of his military strength. Struggling to stay put on his ft, Amon could do nothing as his typeface was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fist, bloodying his nose and cracking different sphere of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the solid ground beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amen and to instead fix his residue. 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 centerfield of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the Demon's tail with all of his ribs broken and lineage streaming from his rima oris and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to brush aside the severity of injuries while they mended themselves.

‘ damn it, this is why I make sure never to fight these hombre for extended close-range fight. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each early down. At this rate, we'll just kill each other or reach a deadlock in which neither of us can strike and the portion of the conflict and perhaps the humans will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can bump off that Titan,'he thought to himself, blinking hard to straighten his clouded vision.

Forming his blade from total darkness flames, albeit at a much dim pace than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clangor, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the early in this net battle will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breather as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his caput and brought it down towards Baltoh's right field position, aiming for the veins between his articulatio humeri and neck. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut swing, and while Amon tried to pull his blade back for another try, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder joint to hip, sending the blood spraying across the ground with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by Adrenalin and madness pumping through his mineral vein like his inky blood, Amen pulled his brand back and countered with a stab to the left side of Baltoh's dresser, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to persist awake and on their pes, the two attack aircraft locked blade once, twice, three times, with each hit sending exhibitor of sparks as if the steel were voluptuous. On the fourth clangour, Baltoh was able to maneuver his sword past Amon's and deliver a deep cut across the berm, then twist the blade and send it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, Amun roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming roue blinding his left eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in nuisance. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his sword from the side and cutting Baltoh's venter open and leaving his viscera dangling. With a demonic roar of anger, Baltoh raised his sword high above his head and struck Amun's left shoulder joint with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the sword, Baltoh carved through the Demon's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him exposed like a chain saw. Amon's shoulder joint and rib were shattered by the brutal strike, the muscleman were all severed, the nerves cut, and the veins spraying parentage like natural spring. Amon stepped back with his whole provide slope from the waist up barely clinging to the balance of his physical structure. It was almost as if person had tried to cut him in one-half with a saw but started at the untimely stain and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to agree their bodies together and maintain from falling apart.

"victor !"Rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The Titan is still animated !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amen as the Master of anguish pointed his taloned finger at the oncoming archangel and launched a iniquity pulsing that was ten fourth dimension declamatory and more powerful than a regular demon or Bleak's. Even in the stipulation he was in, Amen was easily capable to fetch forth the energy required to kill Rosmarinus officinalis like she was a fly. With the speed and diameter of the blast, it was obvious that rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven ! devil Art : Tombstone shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The giant Dark beat was suddenly stopped as a logic gate of solid atomic number 79 appeared before Rosemary with a span of car-sized headstone behind it, reinforcing the BAR. The attack struck the barrier like an enraged European elk against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, stopping in its tracks but making the barrier crack and warping under the force per unit area. Rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the unmovable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep open the trance strong so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the blast and pounced on him like a mountain lion, digging his claws into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : Final crucifixion !"Rosmarinus officinalis desperately shouted, aiming her hired hand at Amon.

The marble-white crossbreed volley from the terra firma behind Baltoh and the rabid Demon was yanked off his cover and slammed against it by grabbing serrated party whip. While the crucifixion ritual took place, Rosmarinus officinalis kept the tour going, desperate to restrain the wounded but venomous victor of Torture.

"backer Art : Rosary Restraints ! Angel Art : Feather Arrow ! Angel Art : Halo shackle ! saint Art : Incense asphyxiation Seal !"she bellowed, landing on the ground beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In bicycle-built-for-two, red beaded chains launched from her rosary wristbands and tied Amon to the cross like a straightjacket, eight-inch yearn feathers shot from her flank and lodged themselves in Amen's figure, advance nailing him, and tintinnabulation of halcyon light appeared around his ankles, wrist joint, and head, acting as one final stage adhesiveness to the wooden structure. finish but not to the lowest degree, four column of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the space between them with dense pot, crushing Amun like water and burning his lungs with blessed free energy. In his vapor coffin, Amon could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he discern what was going on outside.

"skipper, are you ok ?"rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a smiling at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedchamber, it appeared that she was still implemental and truehearted to him.

"I'll endure, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to kill him or that Titan and time is running out. Even in his current state, Amon won't be held back every yearn by those tour. We only have five or ten minute before he breaks give up and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the strength to use any of your furore blasts ?"rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my lesion and rest for a few minute of arc, I might give decent mightiness for at least one shot, but it would conduct too long to charge and fire. Unless I can fully regenerate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his substructure but falling back down.

Rosmarinus officinalis hesitated before speechmaking."Master, I'll take precaution of you. Just lie back and I'll mend your wounds and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the last component with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help. And don't worry, I doubt I'll in conclusion long."

"Angel Art : Laying On of mitt,"Rosemary whispered, holding one delicate helping hand over Baltoh's bare chest with commons healing energy streaming from her palm. With her former helping hand, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size of it and strength at the attention.

With a coy expression on her expression, Rosemary took Baltoh's dick in her mouth, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his wounds with both hands. Their meter was running out and Amon would soon wear out free of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosemary was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every lenient wet corner of her mouth, trying to sweet-talk a climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the tool with her spit and boldness, worked the head with her sassing, and completely slathered it with every cliff of saliva she could rally. While her heading bobbed up and down, her mouth made the auditory sensation of gum being chewed as the declamatory fellow member was massaged with great intimate dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his dead body with healing zip from her hand, mending his injuries and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his riotous coming, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosemary's mouth and throat, every driblet of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and sucking out every last glob of his seed. His specialty restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a line of operative tubing, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his sash before jumping to his feet with a happy yawn.

"Alright, I'm set. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amen.

The daimon had made a lot of progress in his escape, as already the rosary constraint were snapping like thread, the rood was fractured in multiple places, the feather arrows had already been incinerated, the Halo Bond had shattered, and the incense smoke in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The stamp would only hold for another minute at most.

"Angel Falls Art : rosary Restraints ! Demon Art : Dark trammel !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal dance band and beaded cords around his wrist, two XII black bladed string and prayer beads binds shot Forth and wrapped around Amon's prison in totality before tightening on the four incense pillar and crushing Amun's prison like a mansion of cards. The chains and rosary bonds continued to twine around Amon and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's vigor and forming a nearly dense SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the cornered Amen with him and raced over to where the balance of the garden angelica were still fighting the Titan. The original sealing piece had long since been destroyed, so now the forces of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to keep it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the middle of a amber and black bonfire, caused by their energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a thunder of courage, Baltoh swung the riata of Hell Chain and rosary bonds with Amen at the end like the forefront of a fight flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with sufficiency strength to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily disable the creature from the shear pain of the encroachment. Snapping the cords with his tail, Baltoh clapped his helping hand together to name the next spell."Demon Art : Mausoleum prison house !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby Hope Beacons to increase the size of it of the spell.

Covered in symbols of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the Titan and the superior of agony, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"devil Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his command, almost a hundred monolithic skeletal hands burst up from the terra firma and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one nifty heaving, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straightaway upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his body level and his wings out in movement of him with his burning halo between the tips. He had to assess this carefully, as he did not want any more lives to be lost. His halo began to spin, increasing in stop number every instant up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

high up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the colossus with Amon on its back, holding its reins with his sword in hand. Both fiend released roars of defeat and bloodlust, ready to turn back to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"wellspring it won't be by your deal !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his blast at full moon strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level brightness of the beam fired. Upon its launched, the good time instantly began to elaborate at terrifying order of magnitude, but with Baltoh's computation and placement, it would not impact either incline of the pit around New House of York. By the time it reached Amun and his steed, the blast was already a third as large as the city and far too powerful to stop or dodge.

They were splattered against the blow like mosquitoes against the windshield of a freeway trucking rig and did not slacken it down in the least as the fire continued to surface upwards. Up on the surface of Earth, where the American government had set up a dictation center around New House of York, detector and instruments of all sort were shattering as an temblor well above 10.0 on the Richter scale leaf rocked the area. Finally, with a diameter as large as New House of York itself, the blast shot upwards from the prick and passed right through the covered stadium of pitch-dark gage due to the Angel Falls energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the ray of light of light shot into the sky with as much energy as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their articulatio genus and bowing down. As the beam shot up into space, the standard pressure was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The gust faded into the net few beads of get-up-and-go and Baltoh began to fall, drained of energy and with a smiling of victory on his face. Swerving down like an bird of Jove, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the terra firma with her face glowing with supply ship love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on Earth, as after a fight with a Master of Torture, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a rain shower and Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity pass her by. As he checked the locks on the door to give sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the shower, waiting for the urine to warm up 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 headache, after that fighting with the master key of Torture, the violence of Hell will probably hold back and abide their prison term before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bathroom.

Standing in the doorway, he came to a dead point and smiled. His eye were fixed on genus Selene glistening with a sexy effulgence as the water ran down her au naturel dead body. Each drop on her delectable chocolate-shade skin glistened like a jewel, illuminating every animal curve of her body. He could see her brawn relaxing under the heat of the weewee, her dresser expanding with each inscrutable breath, and the shivers of relief that passed through her flawless name as the hot waves washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding door."come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to learn for a little while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

genus Selene looked up into the spraying with her oral cavity open up, as if the showerhead were his stopcock and he was ejaculating onto her face. The body of water streamed across her face and through her long silky hair, and as she rolled her promontory from position to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became heavy. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to continue his eyes fixed on genus Selene as she ran her hands across her consistence, touching herself gently. With each laissez passer of her hands across her beautiful number, Baltoh's prick began to inflate and he licked his sassing in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

initiative up a box of hotel grievous bodily harm, Selene dropped the small block into her hands and lathered her palms with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own tactile sensation, she began squeezing and rubbing her enceinte titty, making them slippery with a application of foam running across the soft peel. As she massaged her white meat and traced the bar of goop around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect stopcock with a wide grin on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the glass screen and pressed her mamilla against the methamphetamine. Baltoh's breathing became fleshy as he watched her rub her breasts against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving marks through the sheen of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the field glass with her bountiful bosom, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the grievous bodily harm across her curved organic structure, lathering her ebony tree skin with a stratum of dilute white foam. As her workforce moved down her flatcar belly, she shifted her rose hip from side to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

looking at back over her berm, Selene turned around so her back was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his backtalk, Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her pussycat and mother fucker while she soaped up her foresightful smoothen stage. Baltoh had his heart fixated on her firm curvaceous ass, shaking in turmoil as he stroked his cock. Moving her soapy hands up her wooden leg, genus Selene began lathering her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual power and wishing to find Baltoh's cock between them.

genus Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of Georgia home boy laundry away. While the sudsy water streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her dead body with her work force moving closer and closer to her slit. At first she only ran her palm tree across her inner thighs, then she pulled her midway finger's breadth between the soft plump lips, tickling the bright garden pink DoI. After that first touch, she began working her fingers against the entrance, using the soapy water as lubricant. As her smooching became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the rampart and began giving a lenient whimper.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the john swallow hole with his putz standing at wax attention as Selene inserted her finger's breadth into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the tactual sensation of the patrician penetration. With the science that only person could have after years of pleasuring her own body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her digit working frantically between her stage, Selene grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for respective minutes, with Selene desperately trying to bring herself to climax, but ineffectual to thwart that final threshold.

Her entirely trunk shaking in the desire to have an climax, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her lip 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 spit around her set up nipple with the hot H2O running down her hourglass trunk, Selene finally achieved her first orgasm and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the stain from engagement run off his torso. With a tired smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his hanker tongue and wrapped it around her fingerbreadth like a snake, licking up her delicious nub. The two points of the fork tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his glossa from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's lip, relishing the scrumptious gustatory sensation. As their rim touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his laurel wreath across her body, wishing that he could use his digit and unspoiled feel her. For ten proceedings they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their love while the lavish sprayed their entwined soundbox with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embracing and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the touch sensation of his sassing against her peril body. Continuing down, he spent a fistful of minutes just massaging, licking, and sucking on her house breasts, ineffective to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to actuate, running his lips and tongue across her venter before reaching the still sass of her cunt, already out-of-doors and awaiting advance pleasure.

Raising her leg and squeezing her breasts, genus Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his clapper, stimulating her clit with a master's acquirement. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her bosom that jiggled with each gasping hint Selene took and the piss that poured off her pointing mammilla and ran down her smooth out stomach. Shifting his weapon, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulder joint so that he could get full admission to her addictively luscious kitty. Holding onto his horns for heartfelt life story, Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked glossa prodded and rubbed against every sweet spot in her pussy, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

Deciding to serve her once again cross that doorway, Baltoh bent his hindquarters back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a elephantine double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his Bend tail into her asshole, needing a lot of force to work the all-embracing head of the biological sex toy into the tight ring. genus Selene released a screech of thoroughgoing sexual euphory as the flex section of its fag end worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the detail that she thought while she was going to burst, only to retract and then storm itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a musical official document and fucking her asshole wildly with his tail, genus Selene was brought to her arcsecond coming in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his tail from his prick and let Selene thrash it like a spoon covered in cake batter.

"That was a neat joke,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the ancestry vessels and leaf my tail really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower, wearing out the aches.

"well, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business sector,"she said in between kisses while she wrapped her stage around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her mitt up against the wall above their heads with their palms touching and his digit dug into the tiles, providing him a good handle like when he fucked Molly on the hospital roof. Without using his men ( but needing a footling help from his tail ), he pressed the pass of his manhood against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene scream in happiness from the immense mass driving up into her Gates of Eden and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his coxa, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a arbalest, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his turncock slamming the farthest box of her cunt. With her wet teat jiggling against his bare chest of drawers, the two buff made out under the hot atomizer of the shower. As the moment went by, Baltoh's f number only increased, with his ball sacking throwing body of water with each thrust like a sling.

"Honey, my hands are falling asleep,"Selene said after 20 minutes.

"Yeah, my limb are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a small smile, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his derriere so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claw out of the rampart and released their hands. Once their script regained feeling aside from a coldness prickling mavin, Baltoh lowered genus Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the stream of hot urine, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy tone and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his rear and worked his cock back into her slit. With her leg raised and his deal on her pelvic arch, he began pumping her cunt with fasting, abstruse slash, bringing genus Selene back to her archetype level of ecstasy.

With her mouth undecided and her eyes closed, Selene turned into the shower spray and let the hot weewee run down her expression while Baltoh fucked her like a machine, ran osculation across her neck and shoulders, and fondled her titty.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his cock finally reached that sodding maculation in the deepness of her twat, that place that his clapper just couldn't work up another raw power to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this perfumed body of yours. Your pussy feels absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all timeless existence if I could, just to always feel it. I got to say, anal retentive is good, but you really can't beat the good old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to osculate her.

Just as their mouth touched, their shifting exercising weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower floor, the two of them falling forward and unable to retrieve their basis. Selene gave a tacky yelp of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to catch her and grabbed onto the rampart below the shower down head, tearing through the tiles with simpleness 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 pieces of tile.

"wellspring my affection feel like it's going to break away my costa and I have some plaster and ceramics in my hair's-breadth, but other than that, I'm fine."

"trade good, because I don't think we should remain firm anymore."

"wellspring I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you put to work without standing ?"she purred while on her helping hand and articulatio genus.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the back of her ear."I'm sure I'll find a way."

propensity back and fixing his billet, Baltoh moved his hands to her pelvis and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the headland in her. In a single shove, he forced his cock back into her with so lots exponent that Selene gave a silent riot. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth River like the read/write head of a woodpecker, fucking genus Selene with all his strength and reaching the uttermost item of her body with his humanity. With Selene feeling too good to even make a auditory sensation, the noise calling out over the hiss of the shower was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her stave rear end jiggle and wag. Baltoh had a grinning on his boldness and was licking his lips as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass impudence and her breasts swing every sentence he forced his shaft into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after fifteen proceedings of the inhuman pounding. In the consequence of her orgasm, genus Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his shaft out of her gaping cunt.

Panting heavily, he sat back against the rampart of the shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more than energy, fighting master key of distortion or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniac appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her hand around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fair that you didn't get to cum. See, your tool still has mess of strength left. Don't worry, baby ; I'll take fear 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 hip joint and guided his cock to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the close anchor ring and Selene whimpered in delectation at the flavour of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his entire stopcock in between her firm ass nerve. Gripping his shoulder, she began raising her low-toned body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his humanness while moaning as she tried to handle the Brobdingnagian people. Baltoh put his manus on her shapely rear end, helping her ride him like a pogo control stick. With his hands on her ass, he was capable to feel every glorious riffle and joggle of her sultry arse when she drove his manhood back into her dead body, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the tone of the subdued wet Interior of her son of a bitch around his cock.

genus Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten hour before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting gunpoint. At that, she stopped bouncing on his shaft and instead straddled it, gyrating her hips and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every nook. Finally, Baltoh gave a unholy growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's interior to the period where she felt like she was going to pop out coughing it up. The pressure was so impressive that genus Selene's eubstance began to shake as it tried to care it all.

Dismounting him, genus Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the semen and delectable discernment of her ass while his seed poured out of her back up door. Baltoh was struggling to continue his centre open, he was so jade and the hot water and the feeling of Selene hungrily siphoning every drop of spermatozoan from his turncock wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to wide alertness as he felt a sudden flare of energy nearby ; an garden angelica had just entered the bedroom.

"master key ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and Selene turned off the water.

Rosmarinus officinalis entered the can just as Baltoh and genus Selene stepped out of the shower, and a hungry expression immediately filled her eyes and lined her reasonably side. Shaking her foreland from slope to side, she got down on one human knee and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosemary's eyes met Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the cascade with a very coy smile on her expression, one that instantly made Rosemary wet.

"Rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her backrest to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really want to get see."

"hoot it, there is no way the metropolis could let reached netherworld already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to find his dress. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when genus Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smile. They were silent for a couplet seconds, just staring at each former with Rosmarinus officinalis ineffective to keep her eyes from wandering up genus Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing smiling.

rosemary jerked at the interrogative sentence and was ineffectual to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an in from rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't concern infant, you'll get a much more… intimate… face later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across Rosemary's nerve and walking past her, leaving the Archangel sputtering from her upsurge of stimulation.

As Selene walked into the chamber to get dressed, Rosemary watched her closely, specifically her thoroughgoing ass, which was swinging from side to side with each measure like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the centerfield of New York, where all of the Archangels were gathered and combining their great power to cast a repairing barrier around the urban center. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue sparkle was passing between the buildings like a flood. The island of Isidor Feinstein Stone was rumbling so violently that streets and construction and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with huge crack shooting through the urban center and opening up great fissures that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Hell is going on ?"Selene shouted over the hollo of the shattering city as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue luminance replacing the blood-red hue on the face of the building. His eyes came to a full point when he saw the lowly building between him and the horizon, seeing that the stone irradiation that the metropolis had carved into the major planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by vacate outer space with swirling dark-blue lights like the sunrise Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fencing of Hellfire and continued to elevate above the urban center, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the core of the planet, but instead of sitting in a liquified moon of atomic number 26, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the zippo vacancy between macrocosm. They had reached the halfway head between Earth and Hell, having finally left the land of Cinereo. The fence of red region continued to cut around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards the pits, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the undersurface of the pecker finally rose up over the marvellous skyscrapers, a swarm of dim dreary lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the scape with a exculpated iniquity sky, fully severing New York from terra firma like water flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the city like flecks of ash, human soulfulness could be seen, wearing their clothes from their end and wrapped in a pale aura, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New House of York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway decimal point. Next stop : Hell."



"We are in serious, sober problem,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Archangels, the boss of law, the city manager, and various other human and Angel congresswoman in metropolis Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that Master of Torture and Titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the reason, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a duad of them. We have just about reached the centre between the reality of the keep and Scheol, any day now the peter of stone around the urban center from the ground's mantle will disappear and this city will hover in the null nullity between proportion. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this metropolis, there is nothing to barricade Tenebrous from sending every Master of torture and titan at us. He doesn't even have to collapse the gild ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not certain we have to vex about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every Demon, Gargoyle, and Sinner at us, but after what happened to the last passkey of Torture and Titan, I doubt he will be volition to send anymore of his most valuable force-out. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that bang of yours is the one matter we have that can stop them. Unless they can somehow make some indestructible barrier that not even you can break, he won't jeopardy throwing his most powerful followers against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal stamina and power as a original of Torture, is able to summon a blast so mighty that not even they can embarrass it. How is it that you fight at their level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand armed combat, but you can suddenly wipe them out with energy to dispense with ? Baltoh, we need to know more about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the bulwark.

Baltoh gave another suspiration."The blast has no figure because it uses neither Angelica Archangelica nor Demon DOE. It is powered solely by the fury and anger within my fondness, and I unleash that angriness in a raw flare-up of top executive. Its power is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the existent energy within my body, which is why the power of the blow and my own power are so far apart. I use my wings to channel my rage to my halo, which I use as a release point. other than that, there is nothing else to it."

"draught energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, severalise me about the advance being made in Heaven. What information has been found about the pot of Cinereo ?"

"cypher, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is zippo but a sacrilegious urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a ace mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the selective information in Shangri-la hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the boss of me Baltoh, no subject how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked centre with Rosemary and shifted his gaze to the door, giving her a nonverbal statement. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a diminished nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to stay discussing the logistics and obstacle in their course. In the blue hallway on the powerless urban center Charles Martin Hall, Rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to stop in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that blast fired five sentence over the last two workweek, and yet only now do you decide to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not deform to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that zero had been found about the Throne of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a book from before the dying of Christ."

"What did you come up ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this universe tear into two dissimilar frequence and flesh after its giving birth : the light of nirvana and the darkness of hellhole. It said that the lonesome way to vivify the zip of Cinereo is to combine the forces of shadow and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally turn to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosmarinus officinalis, the world-class in universe. I know this can of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a load of dogshit, but if there is the tiniest chance that it Is real, then Baltoh has the greatest opportunity of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last the great unwashed I would want to feature the office of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither darkness nor dismount and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's amiss. I think his emotions allow him to bond light and shadow together to create that neon outbreak. That's why its force is separate from his ; its not fueled by either one-half of his Energy, but of those two halves fusing together into a unanimous new form of raw king !

He's already on his way to achieving the potty of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow someone like him to get world power like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm More afraid of him than anything else in the universe, solely because of what he is and what he might turn,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, Rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my young woman, my perfect little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, Master ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of line. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to tell the truth. As a reward, hail up to the bedroom tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the metropolis was halfway to Hell did not set up morale ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone feel more hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New House of York could at least tell themselves that they still had major planet earth around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still find help and reinforcements from nirvana, but from this point forward, they were completely on their own and away from home, like a outer space shuttle that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, Molly pressed against his left hand side and Selene against his right. All three were naked, with Baltoh's rim bound to Selene's as their glossa danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his dresser and stroked his erection. After half a instant, Selene and molly switched character, with Baltoh kissing Molly and Selene stroking his putz. A subdued tap on the threshold soon interrupted the swirling of their mouth.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"mollie swore, angry at her lips being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the door with his long whip-like tail swishing from side of meat to side. While Baltoh answered the door, Selene and Molly began to French kiss, with their naked bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the phone of the creaking door, both cleaning lady turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of thralldom and entry, rosemary, the proud and powerful Archangel, came crawling in on all quadruplet without any clothes on. Her step-in had been tied around her human face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his stern wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a leash. In her psyche, Rosemary was happier than almost any former 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 lip through her gag in arousal. Just the feeling of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous adult female 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 Mistresses, so obey their every mastery,"he said, making rosemary tremble in arousal at the mental cloud nine of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at genus Selene and molly, who were both smiling and shivering in fervour at being capable to play with her like a new toy."You missy have fun, I'm going to watch for a little while,"he said, releasing his tail from her pharynx and taking a seat in a president by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all quaternion, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog show and one of the evaluator was inspecting her. Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either side of meat of Rosemary and began exploring her naked organic structure with their hands, teasingly rubbing her piano skin with their palm tree and fingers. Rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her step-in between her teeth. Selene and molly leaned back and smiled, watching rosemary's hands ball into fists from sexual frustration and expectation. She was an inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

Leaning forward, Selene ran her tongue across rosemary's easy back talk while molly began rubbing her bridge player against her snatch with her thumb pressed down on her anus. The garden angelica purred at the sensual touching, even leaning back to try and get molly to enter her. Finally, her entreaty were answered as Molly began working her pollex in her asshole like a little dildo and spitting on the ring, using her saliva as lubricant in Rosemary's tight anus. As Molly teased her, genus Selene removed Rosemary's panties from her mouth, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her peg spread, putting her wet pussycat on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to lap my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the garden pink home lips and then holding out her power and digit in strawman of rosemary's brass, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered in ecstasy as mollie doubled her efforts with her thumb, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her lower back and smooth fanny end with lusty kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her lingua between Selene's fingerbreadth, as if practicing to explore the sass between her legs. The second the tasteless fluid touched her knife, a microseism of bliss ran through her body from the sexual realization and symbolism of the taboo act.

"What do you need ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to work out your pussy. Please let me, kept woman,"she said softly with her rosary beading wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her men, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilinctus. With molly now working her thumb in rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the archangel leaned down and kissed the lips of Selene's pussy like a religious artifact. Selene gave a easygoing spillage of breathing time in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new sense of mastery over her superior.

"That's right, cream it good,"she said, almost with a primal growl as she laid her hand on the top of Rosemary's headway and gently pushed down.

Five base away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an erection hard and strong enough to hit a baseball. The panorama before him was driving him wild with sexual thirstiness and fervor : the roll of Selene's glossa across her lips as she shifted her head from slope to side in bliss, the whimpers of pleasance being given off my rosemary as she feasted on another woman's pussy for the first time in her life, and the picture of Molly's question buried between Rosemary's precious ass cheeks as she worked her tongue back and forth in her anus.

Rolling over, Molly lied down on her binding and moved her chief between rosemary's legs. Raising her head, she flicked her tongue around velvety opening of Rosemary's cunt, sending shivers of happiness through her blanch naked soundbox. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's puss and working her fingers in her anus. Often, she would pull out her digit and thrash them succulently before reinserting them.

"come up here and hold me a candy kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes schoolmarm,"she replied with a hungry grin. Before making her way up to Selene's lips, Rosemary began kissing her eubstance first.

decision making to practise the predominant theatrical role that Baltoh had bestowed on her, genus Selene pulled on her hair and raised her head."Did I say you could meet me ?"

In the background, Molly's failed endeavor at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully uproarious this was.

"No Mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric denseness in her chest of drawers at being scolded.

"Am I going to get to punish you ?"

"Yes kept woman, delight punish me."

mollie and Selene switched places with Rosemary staying on her hands and stifle. Molly against the headboard with an malign smile on her cheek and Selene sat behind rosemary, running her hand across the woman's soft rear end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his hook in anticipation. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalize me, Mistress !"she yelped as a faint red welt appeared on her adolescent prat end.

Molly's second joint shook as she resisted the urge to clamp her legs together against the warm ticklish quiver at the sound of Rosemary's felicitous cry. The distort look of pleasure and pain in her odorous face was driving her wild with naughty desires. Selene ran her knife across her medal and fingerbreadth as if licking off a Delicious taste perception, and then with her helping hand wet, she smacked Rosemary's other ass cheek, leaving a similar welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the archangel.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and molly watched intently as Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the subservient sex-slave moaned in pleasure. By the time she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her legs, fall by drop.

"Have you learned your moral ?"Selene asked, swinging her bridge player to ease the aching bunco in the heart closing. rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, Selene ran her hand across Rosemary's ass, up her vertebral column, and then lifted Rosemary's chin so that she was looking up at the Diospyros ebenum goddess with an innocent look on her face.

"Aw, sweet baby. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left brass. The piano sweet touch was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to Rosemary, and she licked her lips from the sultry gustatory modality it put in her mouth.

"There's a good girl. Now, present me what you learned and come out kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her rim with her legs spread and a hungry ‘ come hither'look in her eyes. Making sure not to meet her, Rosemary crawled over to mollie, holding herself over her while the golden-haired holy person ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm white meat. Lowering her face, Rosemary gently brushed her lips against Molly's, relishing the data-based spot and flavor of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"molly whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this fourth dimension swishing her natural language between molly's sonant lip. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own lingua into the archangel's wet mouth, licking every corner and inviting Rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a issue of seconds, they were French kissing like a span of porn stars on hug drug. Their knife were wrapped around each other and every drop of saliva in their back talk was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her knocker as she watched them.

After a minute of arc of gazing upon their make-out school term, genus Selene lied down beside molly and joined in, with all three adult female holding their faces against each other as their brim and glossa flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, Molly and Selene began fingering each former while Rosmarinus officinalis worked her fingerbreadth between her own ramification. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his take down lip as he felt pre-cum beginning to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to work out my pussy ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

rosemary nodded and turned around on top of molly, getting into the 69-position. As Rosmarinus officinalis began going down on Molly, Molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet applause sound and watching as the ripples traveled through her organic structure. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her school principal, inviting her to try rosemary's snatch. Selene smiled and kissed her ally, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's pussy and asshole, succulently working her natural language in the scrumptious orifice. While Rosemary ate out Molly and genus Selene ate out rosemary, Molly contended herself with just laying her forefront back and relishing the blissfulness, while she reached out rub down genus Selene's asshole with her middle fingerbreadth, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a encompassing smiling as Rosemary's hums and soft groan of pleasure began to get a mellow and louder tone. genus Selene and Molly were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew full and wider as Rosemary's groan signaled the culmination like the beeping timekeeper of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a repress scream of bliss into molly's snatch, as from her own, a immense spatter of readable orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and chests of Selene and molly. They both jerked back, eye wide with a tone on their faces like a pair of cats playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a smile, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of Molly's breasts, hungrily sucking on molly's nipples and making her devotee purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the Saami to her.

Desperate for more, Selene began working her fingers quickly in Rosmarinus officinalis's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the coming before it faded. The cleaning lady screamed as she had her second, completely soaking genus Selene and Molly in another atomiser of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"genus Selene laughed as she rubbed the juice into her skin like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how often we can get. rosemary, rolling wave over."

rosemary did as she was told and molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her cervix bent grass and her butt in the air. Selene moved over to rosemary and settled herself on her face, the Archangel loving the feel of Selene's wide business firm ass buttock smothering her. Her athirst scream increased in volume as Molly and genus Selene both began orally pleasuring her puss and asshole.

With their persistence and acquirement, the two holy person brought Rosmarinus officinalis to a tertiary sexual climax in platter clock time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between rosemary's back talk, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her mouth assailable with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her case, chest and stomach. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky felicity as the spray soaked her like a shower, oiling her body in the woman's orgasmic juices. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's small titty, slurping up the tissue layer of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, Molly rubbed Rosemary's pussy with her hand, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own body and giving her slick flesh as glorious effulgence. With their naked bodies slippery and oiled, the three womanhood began rubbing against each other like cachet while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in dotty lust. Molly and Rosemary were lying on either side of meat of genus Selene, each with one of her mammilla in their nurse lips while they each worked their fingerbreadth in her welcoming snatch. Watching them, Baltoh could not stop pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his stopcock. He could no longer bring it ; he needed to feel them.

With his turncock standing erect like a tyke's forearm, he got to his pes and walked over to the bed. All three charwoman were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their defenseless bodies wet with the new girl's juices like eubstance oil. rosemary and Molly each used their finger to spread Selene's pussy lips and call for him, with all three cleaning woman lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and locked lips with genus Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the solely charwoman there to him while he entered her. Her pussycat was so open and will for the penetration, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's loud pant escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep cam stroke. While Selene was fucked, molly and rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her nipples and slathering her melon vine chest with their lingua, while they reached across her flat belly and began fingering each early. As he picked up hurrying, genus Selene was ineffective to maintain their buss and laid her forefront back as she panted and moaned. For the following respective min, he fucked her with herculean shoves and ran his backtalk up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her soft kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a round and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her booster's face with her freehanded breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering molly in a ace confident drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like military capability, sending ripples through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass cheeks against Baltoh's thigh and grunting as his shaft stuffed her with such office that she could not take a breath, Molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her bosom like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind Selene with her legs cattle farm and her middle filled with desire, yearning to again feel a woman's tongue between the lip of her pussy. mollie hungrily obliged, burying her face between Rosmarinus officinalis's reduce second joint and drinking in her juices as if dying from dehydration. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked molly's ass and fucked Selene with his tail, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosemary in that Christian church.

When he finally decided to draw in out of mollie, Rosemary was spry to cringe over to him and start out sucking him off, aegir to exploit any opportunity to both taste the blonde lulu's juices and have his hammer in her oral fissure. Once she had licked him fair, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start riding him, while pulling her over with his fag end around her throat. rosemary gave a soft whine of happiness at the genial smell of his potency weighing down on her. The power in his spokesperson and the stringency of his tail assembly around her soft throat was so oppressive, she even felt fear towards him, and that fear drove her baseless with arousal. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the smallest of moans as she lowered her bantam body onto his shaft.

Her young frame trembling, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tail around her throat like a III. She was leaned back, lifting only her lower body as she fucked him. Helping her ride his rooster, he wrapped his tail around her chest and shoulders like a harness, using his sinew in the tentacle-like outgrowth to prove her and drop her onto it, impaling her with his prick. While she rode him, Selene and Molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her lowly yet perky breasts.

With his herculean rhythm, he quickly drew another atomizer from ‘ Old faithful ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasance. Blinking to clear his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and mollie crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his hind end, Baltoh moved Rosmarinus officinalis onto his facial expression, sucking on her soft wet insides while genus Selene mounted him. With her binding to him on all fours, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's cock into her ass.

Lifting her torso, genus Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's turncock as if she were riding a mechanical papal bull, glad she had spent all that fourth dimension doing Pilates. With her tit bouncing like round of golf punching bags, Selene's deep oink from the pulverization of her son of a bitch by Baltoh's cock were commix with blissful moan as mollie began licking the chocolate-shade back talk of her kitty-cat. The 3rd class of pleasance came from Rosemary. With Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her cervix and articulatio humeri, worshipping her flawless eubstance while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her get-go coming and dismounted Baltoh so that she could figure out the oil from her ass off his cock. As Selene gluttonously sucked his cock, Baltoh released Rosmarinus officinalis from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, eagre to appease her Master and satisfy her Mistress. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced mollie, who was already on all fours with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry reflection on her look. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hand and hefting with manhood with the early, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in gracious and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his entire hammer in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every second to accommodate his bulging dick, Baltoh began moving at increasing hurrying, fucking her without pause. Molly's whole body shook with each deep drive and she was giving an unintentional gurgling oink as he slammed the farthest recession of her sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While Molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching rosemary the art of scissoring. The two women were grinding their twat together and moaning at the kinky feeling of their easygoing back talk making out like a pair of lovers.

With all the movement the four bacchanalia appendage were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point of flop. Throughout the frame, shag and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden part were separating. As the grouping continued moving harder and faster, the whole frame became as loose 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 chess opening of a can of nutrient, and like Arabian tea hearing the opening of a can of intellectual nourishment, they all wanted to fill their mouths. mollie was the fastest, quickly turning around and claiming his rooster with her sassing and tongue. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once mollie was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail around her ankle and lifted her leg, granting him access to her anus. While the position made it difficult, he was able to enter her and begin taking a slow yet brace rate of penetration and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few seconds to get used to the position before he took his common machinegun rhythm, hammering her ass with almost brutal velocity. Rosemary's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their sass locked and glossa dancing. At the end of the mountain range, Selene was working her fingers in mollie's asshole, increasing the identification number as the minute ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your unhurt hand in my ass,"molly groaned as Selene managed to function four fingers in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingerbreadth, licking them clean of Molly's wetness while her asshole sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her thumb. molly's breathing became sound and she groaned as she tried to accept her fan's bridge player. Not slowing down, Selene worked her entire hand into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet unmanliness for her interior. She slowly retracted her hand and again licked it clean and jerk. Contracting her face, she spat out a large glob of spit into her fingerbreadth and then smeared around the ingress the interior, making mollie hum in kinky euphoria. Selene reinserted her deal, this time closing it into a clenched fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the size and the joy.

Even while fucking rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't avail but spotter in astonishment as genus Selene fisted her friend, working her manus in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deepest corners of Molly's cocksucker, with Molly on her hands and knees and yelping in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Master, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's attention and giving him an absolutely cruddy idea.

"Do it in Molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

mollie smiled and lowered her head down so that her cocksucker was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her unharmed body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal pounding, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to mollie. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over locating, grinding her quickly-moistening pussycat against mollie's gaping arsehole. Selene was lying with her head between Molly's thigh with her oral cavity open, waiting to trance any drop curtain that came her way. Her ebony tree trunk shook with each powerful thrusting Baltoh made into her kitty-cat, fucking her with all his strong suit and loving the belief of her warm up voiced interior. Rosemary was biting her lip and giving a shrill whine as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to satisfy everyone and bring Forth another spray.

The group's patience was rewarded once rosemary had her orgasm, pairing it with a infantile scream of happiness as a spatter of climactic juices sprayed from between the petal lips of her snatch like the popping of a piddle balloon. Selene laughed as countless drop curtain landed on her side and in her mouth and molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her slit juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the aphrodisiac thing that has ever happened to me,"Molly whispered, trying to maintain from spilling any.

"Just wait,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids trench into her body and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, ass my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from Rosemary as lubricant to incite through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough ocean, rosemary stood beside him, running her hand across his thorax and fingering herself while they French kissed. down below, Selene was hungrily licking mollie's pussy and drinking the succus that were trickling from her asshole. To the wonderful music of her climax, Baltoh fucked Molly for ten directly minutes without slowing down or stopping to catch his breath. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was promptly to lap up her motherfucker houseclean and Selene took his tool in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto. As rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another orgasm and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her rim with a grin on her face and rubbed it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hand, genus Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her kitty against the shaft of his cock while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the flaccid wet lips and get in prissy and deep. With Baltoh's cock right where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her low-spirited body so that her lover's prick swept the inside of her kitty like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished mahogany tree table, genus Selene's round of golf ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender consistency. Beside them, Molly and Rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic buss.

keeping Selene in his arms, Baltoh sat up with her organic structure English-Gothic to his, her legs wrapped around his torso and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his arms, he began moving her unit organic structure like a doorknocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her nice and deep, drawing forth groan of pleasure with her sainted vocalization as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the excitement and anticipation was driving her more raving mad than an actual one.

After a one-quarter of an hour, he sensed that it was once again time to switch over plaza. Gently lowering her down, he laid out the panting Selene on the bed and turned to Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis, who had already separated and were almost fighting each early over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up fashion with her ramification around his waist and her pussy elevated.

Entering her with perfect aim, he began moving his body in a waving, sending a weeping ripple through his legs and sticker to pull out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few minutes, he switched to rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, molly moved over to her lesbian lover and began kissing Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful form. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the feeling of mollie's lips against her bare skin. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was time to shift places.

He rolled off of Rosemary and molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his pecker in the reverse-cowgirl position. molly's eubstance shook as Baltoh's putz stuffed her snatch to its uttermost 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 plunger, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her shriek in surprise and happiness as he moved faster than any human could. With her eubstance stationary, Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis crawled up and each began sucking on her mammilla, pulling on them with their rim and bathing them with their glossa. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his tool into her anus. molly's moans took a much gloomy and deeper hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost brutal f number, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave Molly her umpteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and rolled on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosmarinus officinalis, desperate for another anal pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his buns while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but right pace. mollie had her neck opening knack between Rosemary's spread legs and was licking the corner of her pussy with Baltoh's moving putz rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her men across his body while he sucked on her breast.

Once he regained his closeness with the position, he was able to fuck Rosmarinus officinalis at full speed, but in parliamentary procedure to keep this beat going, he had to turn his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her os frontale pressed against the backbone of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for nooky, and now wanted null more than to feel Baltoh against her in a bonk embrace.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscular tissue trying to expel his cock. Upon its removal, rosemary got up and turned around, taking his cock in her mouth. While Rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her natural language and lips, Baltoh became mindful of genus Selene holding onto him for devout life. Through their touch, he could sense her emotions, her have it away desperation. The sexual impulse he had built up had slowed, the fervour extinguished. As if rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is turncock from her lenient mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the lips, making them both smile."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the backrest of his helping hand against her smooth cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a strong but tedious tread. She was clawing at his book binding, ineffectual to lead a mark on his steely skin as he touched all the right post at the consummate speed and in flawless taking over in a way that only a avowedly lover could. Watching them, Molly had a warm smile on her expression from her envy of their kinship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their romantic privacy for a little bit. She then looked at Rosemary and giggled at the looking at of rejection of hunger for attention on her face.

wrapper her blazonry around rosemary, he pulled her aside to leave half of the bed to the two lovers."seed here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my favourite number."



tercet hours and tons of orgasms later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and molly were scattered across the bed with the shroud tangled. The bed itself was now on the floor since the frame had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic succus of the three woman, most of which came from Rosemary. Semen was EVERYWHERE. The walls had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the woman drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to make a motion and the pussies and keister of the three cleaning woman were too bruised and beaten for them to even experience anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to want a new hotel way,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a longsighted shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked face off his chest.

"And some crutches,"mollie said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the bulge, bruises, and detrition burns.

"And a confession,"Rosemary finished as she tried to justify her hands from the manacle made from her panties.



"So, any luck in finding info on the crapper of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an berth edifice rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer prevarication and delusions we find on that blasphemous insult, the better."

"shit it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as daimon rip runs through his veins, he is the superlative 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 matter will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or christ, yet I hear 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 long past the use of retentivity wipes, the pall has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not Jehovah the multitude are seeing behind that pall, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The future night…

"overlord, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the surface, the space above and around the urban center was darkness with dim swirling lights like a faint Aurora, underneath the city, the fire of Hell rising up through the aught void between attribute was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, deluges of fire and warmth were pounding the jolting island that the city was sitting on without break like the jerky sea on a beach cliff. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping ticker for Titans and passe-partout of Torture. I know we would normally make Angel Falls acting as observation post, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the aerofoil, not for a single second. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my blasts,"he said without taking his heart off of the burning storm below them.

Before rosemary could reply, a chorus of roars as loud as the Krakatao outbreak reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to continue their ear."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to fire one of his blasts.

As his doughnut began spinning between the wind of his four wings, his enemies came into view in the conflagration. They were five colossus, all swarming towards New York with blood lust. The first was a colossal milliped with the diam of the Empire State building and a body well over two knot long. It had one great black eye and a mouth filled with scimitar-like fang. The second resembled a moth but with heavy potent ramification, jagged wings spraying poisonous substance gas, a mat of calamus instead of fur, and horn in place of its aerial. The tertiary looked like a triceratops but with a lot longer and more elastic limbs, long nipper and carnivorous fangs, and a duad of annex. The quartern looked like an eagle with its face hidden by a ivory helmet and every wing as discriminating and laborious as a brand razor. The fifth had the visual aspect of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with bleak flames and was just as orotund and mighty as any Titan.

With a roar of decision, Baltoh fired a warning shot down at the oncoming goliath, using only as lots major power as a hydrogen bomb, a mere fraction of its entire power. The titan all dodged the blast with ease and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : ferment back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every dip of zip I have in a 1 blast !"

"You can't bolt down all of us !"The centipede Titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first move will face limbo ! A distich of you might be capable to dodge, but the others will die ! Which of you is volition to make that sacrifice ?"he roared with a infernal growl in his pharynx.

The Titans all shied away at his threat, giving one last spiteful roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their repaired hotel room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to pass from guard duty, but when her booster and lesbian fan showed up with nothing to do and bored out of her brain, it didn't take much to trigger a spry fling. With their easy wet twat grinding and kissing each other, both women cried out in felicity as they had their final orgasm and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their breasts heaving.

panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while Molly kissed Selene's cervix, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do sleep together you."

With a small smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lips against molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her friend and lesbian 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 forethought. I think I've fallen in love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm grinning and cupped Molly's brass."That's wonderful, when did this start ?"

"Right after that offset struggle, I asked Baltoh to make love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to mean it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed secure feelings for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our foremost threesome so I've gotten to know him, not to advert he is the downright greatest devotee 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 let what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a competition between us, I just want us all to be well-chosen together."

genus Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar feelings for you, then you and I will be compeer in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're certainly as inferno not going to give up inviting you to connect us. We may even get rosemary to join our slight family, I'm for certain starting to care her."

"I love you."molly said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two char then leaned forward and kissed, letting their mouth sum over and over again in a wet synergistic hamper while they ran their hands across each other's naked consistence and their put up nipples brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their aid and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my miss ?"he asked with a smile as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"genus Selene announced, putting her friend in the public eye.

Nervous but encouraged by genus Selene and Baltoh's Holy Writ, molly got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a throbbing erecting as he looked at her beautiful luscious soundbox and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"mollie began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked oceanic abyss into her optic, noting the jumpiness on her brass. It was just like that meter on the roof of the infirmary."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as genus Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can love me just as you and I love her. I don't forethought if you love her more than me. I don't guardianship if she is your deary. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at genus Selene, who had only a warm smile on her face. Baltoh took a cryptic breath and looked back at Molly with uncertainty on his case."I'm sorry, but I can't eff you the way I love Selene."

Selene's grinning faded and Molly looked like she was about to bust into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her optic with a small but warm smile,"that doesn't mean I don't love you, in a completely unequaled way and in the trammel that only you and I could share."

molly lit up like a Christmas tree and with Selene watching them with the Lapp smile she would accept while watching the happy ending of a love floor, she and Baltoh wrapped their branch around each early and held a farseeing passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their back talk finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. do on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a alike girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her naked consistence next to Selene's. Giving a warm grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two workweek, battles raged endlessly between the host of Heaven and Hell in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no Sir Thomas More Masters of torture attacked the city, obeying tenebrous'timid will. However, they were not protected from knave heavyweight attacking on their own. A amount of six smashing behemoths attacked the city over the course of the besieging, each prison term needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's furore blasts. The protector were prosperous that Tenebrous had the loyalty and respect of the bulk of the Titans, because if they all decided to round at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the human and Angel population would take a sonorous bell. More and Sir Thomas More people were being recruited to defend the demonic scourge as bodies were burned and slain acquaintance and loved ace were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was out of the question for bodies to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy place flames until not even ash remained. The city streets were sticky with dehydrated origin and reeked from the smell of buttered carcass, and just keeping some good 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 to the lowest degree less rima oris to feed.

After the battle against the Master of torment and his Titan climb, the people viewed Baltoh in a new light and his subject matter of prayer was taken literally among a large population of the human and Angel Falls habitant. In the established shelters scattered throughout the metropolis, countless low clusters of people could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the Angels, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the savior of the world in the chaotic clip.

To Baltoh, this meant nix. He did not deal if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them secure from the United States Army of darkness and fighting iniquity. In between battles, when he wasn't healing the spite and repairing buildings, he was spending clip and making love with Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though much of the time, the two of them were adumbrate without Selene and mollie, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing touch sensation and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive change in so short of clip could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive halo of a Titan-level daimon woke Baltoh up from his restless slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's eyes bolted undefendable as the malevolent comportment weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two lovers quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel way balcony, taking flight. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's nub seemingly became still in his dresser as he sensed multiple entities approaching blaze, all Masters of Torture and titan. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the Holy Order for them all to snipe ? Was he or one of the Princes of Scheol leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to agitate as great fissure cleft opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with tongues of crimson fervor leaping out. Falling into the abysm, turgid subdivision of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a maw between the city and Hell. With a soul-crushing comportment, over a dozen Black person Draco rose up from the fire, each as turgid as the two-headed wolf that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian looking glass and were just as sharp, their chela were an eerie and sickening subtlety of Patrick Victor Martindale White similar to the face of a corpse, their red center glowed like bonfires, liquid phantasma flames dripped from their stupendous fangs instead of saliva, and their expansive wings were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the dorsum of each Dragon giant like a flee on a dog stood a skipper of straining, each superposable in coming into court and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my bam, there is no way I would be capable to defeat Thomas More than a couple before the relief learned how to hedge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of cold mercury running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"genus Selene asked with her voice thick with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to suppress his own terror. He had to be strong, he had to brave, and he had to keep fighting for her, no matter what."We're going to win,"he said with all the assurance he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the Angelica Archangelica at the bank of the river, already having summoned four Hope beacon and prepared for battle. Among them were mollie and all of the holy man, knowing that their strength would be needed. However, instead of beginning their beleaguering on the metropolis, the Masters of Torture just hovered in place on their mounts, as if just waiting for something.

A mo passed before Baltoh had the braveness to speak up."Are you here to fight or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his wings, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a sphere of light.

"No, we are just here for the display,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a charge in the world.

"What show ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guess you don't know the date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you know what happened exactly one calendar month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The search for the Throne of Cinereo had drowned in the sea of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to see out a way to end the madness.

"The fireworks should set out in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas blowup, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to excite wildly. Back on Earth, the attic of pitch blackness heater around where New York had been, the cobbler's last roadblock keeping the forces of Hades back, began to open up up while the Hell fire surged up the ray carved into the planet like a lamp chimney fervidness. A fix opened up in the very top of the bean, and like a vacuum, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hissing, almost like a giant steam jet. A curtain of burning clouds began to expand outwards from above the DoS of New House of York, encompassing the orb with black lightning crepitation and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on world simultaneously fell to their human knee, tears streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Eden, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the Book of revelation. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the personnel of darkness. In every res publica across the earth, the great unwashed began praying desperately to every divinity they could opine of to save their souls as the wall between solid ground and netherworld opened up.

As the bean up on terra firma opened up like a blossoming flower, the city of New House of York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the universe of discourse of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through dry land's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, building and metropolis pulley block were falling away into Hell with tidal waves of bloody blast surging upwards in their piazza. The city itself was being consumed by the infernal region as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the early garden angelica fell to their knees, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the force of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the world. We were supposed to protect the cosmos and all life on every major planet, but we couldn't even protect one city. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with bitter snag streaming down his face.

His whole body numb, Baltoh looked over to genus Selene, who was crying with her face in her hands. molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her face. The auditory sensation of Selene's tearful breathlessness pierced his affection like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any forcible hurt could. He stepped over to her and mollie moved aside, letting him osculation Selene on the frontal bone, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening streak on her cheeks.

"Always commemorate that everything I did was out of love for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a centre, 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 annexe and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge fortune,"he said, placing his mitt on the iron shackles and rosary chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will defeat you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the office boost may be just enough to let me transfer the situation ! If I can't seal the portal, I can at least try to slow it down and take as many daimon as I can with me !"

He hooked his finger underneath the beaded cords and metallic element bonds, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with energy and drew the attending of the victor of Torture. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their swords and leapt from their mounts, terrified of what would happen.

"full point him ! He must not break those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never allow evil to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the attachment off like paper bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air comparable ragdolls as a geyser of black and gilded brightness surged up around Baltoh from his broken bonds. A wave of power surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its disintegration. Clinging to the ground for dear liveliness, Selene and the garden angelica looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howl tornado of mogul. Over the audio of wave after wave of energy surging out from him, everyone could listen Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as superpower swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of Torture were being held in the clutch bag of their behemoth mounts, having been caught when the surge in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of power, filled with holy terror as the Christ Within and dark Department of Energy of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver deluge, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused garden angelica and monster powers together into a unanimous new personnel !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was able-bodied to answer the question in her mind. ‘ The breaking of the shackles and prayer beads chains, they are releasing so much magnate in his consistency that they are being forced to Bond together, like gas being compacted to the point of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his consistency should have been ripped apart instantly from the sheer insistency and batch of the push building up inside of him ! By breaking both his trammel and his rosary pearl, it's like they are canceling out each other's negative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His powers aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each other ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to surpass past times his— ‘

Even her inner idea 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 keen igneous deluge of power continued to grow, surging upwards through the Void between dimension and crashing against the barrier between the world of the bread and butter and hell on earth. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver get-up-and-go coursed down the doorway carved into the Earth, moving through the rotating shaft in the mantle and crust like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the area formerly around New House of York to escape the spraying Hell flames, but they were stopped deadened in their tracks as the remnant of the bean of black gage shattered like glass and a brilliant gale of superpower surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at one C of miles per instant, the twisting torrent of free energy consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in distance, astronauts observing the major planet from orbiting satellite watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light wrapped around the state of New York, New England, the eastern coast, all of America, and the full western hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In less than a hour, the Earth and the gyrating big businessman eructation looked like a bowlder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the English.

Across worldly concern, tectonic collection plate grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer layers of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal waves across its surface, and the swarm became big spin typhoons. Fueled by the vitality being given off, stars across the universe shined with greater brilliance than ever before in their existence and lightlessness cakehole became like pearls as they were bombarded by more than Department of Energy they could sop up. Around the globe, the flaming cloud of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of lightness and power surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a atomic detonation. the great unwashed continued praying but at new speed and with new passion, believing this to be the piece of work of a god. For the foremost prison term, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to freeze out the blinding lightness, genus Selene held onto the ground for high-priced life as wave after wave of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and column inch from hers and their lips were just above to match. bout streaked her cheek, but she did not be intimate why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my erotic love,"she whispered.

In the very mettle of the storm, Baltoh continued his shout of exertion as he tried to treat everything that was happening to him. The strong suit and mogul he felt flooding his body and brain were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original crossbreed business leader to this would be like comparing the Energy of a lit candle to the gamma ray fusillade of the death of a wiz. While outright power entered his organic structure, cognition and understanding flooded his mind, bringing forth omnipotence and unparalleled wisdom, allowing him to fully understand what was happening and the transmutation that was taking billet.

In Heaven and Hell, YHWH and Tenebrous looked up in shock absorber, sensing what they originally thought was inconceivable. Against all betting odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with equal if not greater king than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new Z god, one who would change the status quo in a way that the three universe 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 totally bodies shaking, everyone got to their groundwork blinked repeatedly to mend their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the garden angelica fell to their knee, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a physical transformation with the physical process. His apparel had gone from dark grey to a deep blue, his saturnine hair had become blond, and his pallid complexion had become a healthy tan. His chela were gone, having been replaced with small metallic element plates that protruded from his flesh and covered his knuckles and rear of his digit and hands like tile. His after part was also missing. Instead of horns or a halo, he had a miniature galaxy rotating above his head. His four offstage had fused together into a hooded trench coating, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the creation, with the whizz, nebulae, and burnished swarm of debris and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at space itself. finale but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his golden irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"genus Selene asked with her vocalization trembling and her trunk refusing to move.

With the most warm and passive construction to ever cross her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her physical structure from the mental paralysis her worry had inflicted and filling her with easing and happiness. He then began to walk over to her, with every step he took causing the ground around him to throb and for a indulgent deep hum to be heard, like the sound of a submarine at the risk of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before genus Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eyes widened as her brain was overpowered by the joy of a yard simultaneous sexual climax, while a projection of the nascence of the population and all of its history was played for her mind's eye, all in a exclusive second.

"Does that respond your question ?"he whispered when her sass finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasance end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his arms with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his vox weak.

With his grin widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her candy kiss, as if going through a substance withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the Masters of agony snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in hand.

With a monstrous roar, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made tangency, the Demon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his being was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in electrical shock in awe as an invisible force cast the Master of Torture digression with his eubstance vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the Divine warrior without even acknowledging his existence. It was as if by universal law, beings not of Baltoh's level of theology were taboo to touch him without his allowance, and the Creator Master of torturing had just realized the penalization for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require to a greater extent proof ?"

"hideaway !"one of the Masters of Torture howled before leaping onto the rachis of his dark dragon and steering it back into hell on earth, followed by all his comrades desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would give up me to attain the Throne of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the baron of shadow and visible radiation together into a single almighty violence, it seems I was able to transcend into a in high spirits being and achieve the mantelpiece of a god. Here, let me evince you."

He snapped his finger's breadth and everyone fell to their knees as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the vacancy at breakneck hurrying. Without any transition, the vacuous infinite and pale swirling twinkle were replaced with the stone shaft that the city had carved when it sank through the world. As it rose, the tool below it closed like a wounding and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the dig, sitting back where it used to with the aristocratical clear sky overhead.

Throughout the urban center, everyone crawled out of their shelters and looked at the sky and the Caucasian clouds, listened to the speech sound of the river fill back up, and smelled the saucy air. As one, every homo 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 !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again solid and right-down. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever cross over, even if summoned by man. Never again shall the legion of Hell be any threat to this universe or its liveliness forms. The barrier between this universe and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of Eden or Jehovah may enter this realm or nether region without my permission. As the Celestial avatar, their king can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raffaello Santi asked, ineffective to believe that not only was the battle over, but that the need for Angels and Archangels was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still want to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to pit and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of Hell is to penalise the wicked in the gens of DoJ, not do as the twisting donjon of cosmos and house and raise the forces of evil. tenebrous and his diabolical legions have corrupted Hell with their grim ambitions and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate evil, and now I finally have the power to do it and work jurist to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"genus Selene said with equal finding.

Baltoh regained his smile and gave her a balmy 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 breathing time and pulled off the rood-tree around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my essence, my dedication, and my allegiance. From this point forward, I am not an archangel of Jehovah, but a servant of the Celestial incarnation,"she said, drawing coarse limelight and puff incredulity from her onetime coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a grinning."There is no way I'll wildness Jehovah and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will join you for this terminal seeking. count me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a topographic point where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your side in Hell,"Raphael said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other Archangels gave standardized calls of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the last time you draw you're blade. Don't you want it to happen while fighting side by face with your friends ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. respective arcsecond passed by, with only the malarkey and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and escape from Baltoh's script."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 flat sea of red region, burning for eternity and stretching forth without edge. Above them was a sky filled solely with reddened clouds and Black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the desolate landscape of the islet of the Damned lay burning theater, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead tree, and millions of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and evildoer of Hell, all in the most roughshod and savage ways possible. But no matter how much the multitude suffered, they would not die or even mislay cognizance. Their consistence would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could continue to sustain.

Among the people being tortured and used like hard worker, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and evildoer. With out of practice swords and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their persecutor, running across the apocalyptical landscape in fear and terror while desperately trying to run away from painful sensation, if only for a brusque time.

"Oh my god, this is frightful,"genus Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to spew or cry.

"These are the Burning pasturage of the Isle of the Damned, the first zona of Hell. This is where new captive appear and where miss prisoners flee to in the hopes of some form of safety device. It is a battlefield, with the deceased souls fighting in and endless and hopeless war in order to get by their torment and punishment. Considering how this is always a field of honor, it's not surprising that it is also portion of the Circle of wrath. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raffaello Santi asked.

"We are going to free the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoners here, innocent souls cursed for all eternity for pocket-sized misdemeanor and sin. I may feature been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by jurist than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading horde Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shoring of the Isle of the Damned, 100 of thousands of suits of armor began to materialize, made of glistening blue metal and indestructible silver that glowed like the wizard. Protruding from their rear were large annexe that seemed to be made out of mercury while in their bridge player were bladed weapons that were as long as cars and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a manage stretch between the two percentage point, analogue to the spine of the blade. The weapon was designed to be held with both hands far apart, for a powerful discourtesy and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a charm like that performed,"Rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my meliorist, summoned with a spell that I myself invented from the king of the cosmos. Cinereo is the universe from which Heaven and underworld budded off from and its Energy was both the architect and fabric from which Archangel and Demon spells were formed. Having acquired the throne of Cinereo, I now have the king to create new celestial spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armor marched across the burning flying field in organization. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronized step shook the land and echoed through Hades. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their massive brand and carving through off-white and frame with comfort. They trekked through the lea of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every metre they came upon a human mortal, they would scan the somebody to identify whatever it was that had banished that individual to Hell, and if the person received their time through a grievous law-breaking like rape, thievery, criminal conversation, or unjust murder, then they were left behind. But if they were only guilty of small harmless wickedness, then the suits of armour would open up like blossoming heyday and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the suit of armor, the decry soul would be given great strong suit and power, even beyond archangel. With this new specialty, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A great phantasm filled the ruby sky as an army of Demons appeared, bringing Forth conjury graveyard and burial ground of the Damned to instantly mobilize thou of Gargoyles and sinner to recapture the prisoners of underworld. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to cull of speed. Half of them took flight of steps while the residual charged towards the Gargoyles.

A aloud roar echoed from cryptic within the islet of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as heavyweight and Bleaks began to arise. They were of all eccentric, creed, and mannikin, ranging from black tartar, demonic boo, bloodcurdling insects, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged animal with monstrous physical feature, and countless other animals that were large enough to trample a city and were adorned with horrifyingly infernal appearances.

With a snap of his fingers, Baltoh summoned suits of armor for all of the Archangels, as well as Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their suit of armor as it wrapped around them like Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoner below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masque and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their halos combustion in the inwardness of a large gilt fireball that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not have.

Their armour also had a a great deal sleeker and More form-fitting design, with gold facing every plate and an emblazoned Cross on the chest plateful. On top of liquid alloy human body, each art object and plate fit together like reptilian scales but with full solid security like regular armor metal plating. For the men, their armor had a sure bulkiness, while the char's armor was more slender and pliant, while still consisting of bombastic strong plates. Hanging sheathed from their belted ammunition were their swords, each remade with majuscule lastingness and cutting world power.

For mollie, Rosmarinus officinalis, and genus Selene, there armor was even Sir Thomas More unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their halos had been completely replaced with miniature solar scheme, quite exchangeable to the total toy beetleweed above Baltoh's, and each with a genuine egg-sized whiz and ten major planet orbiting around it, five going around in one counselling and five going in the other. While retaining their gold lining, the home base of their armour had changed in color, switching from pearly ashen to a very bass and dark Amytal and decorated with patterns of small-scale diamonds that looked like stars. Instead of a cross like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two infinity symbolization overlapping at the center field perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. endure but not to the lowest degree, their extension themselves had gained a new form, gaining a atomic number 80 tissue layer in place of their feather.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armour in astonishment, feeling their index levels skyrocket. genus Selene, Molly, and Rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your pep pill, intensity, and ability up beyond my former level. Consider it a gift, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. genus Selene, Molly, and rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of Angel to become my supernal Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the powers of the cosmos and elements as your spells, and knowledge of how to use them will total naturally. With these enhancement, I believe I can provide these heavyweight to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingers, more than satisfied with the manoeuvrability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flaming mushroom cloud formed deep in domain, as if the universe's most powerful atomic bomb had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a dark and heavy sense of apprehensiveness as a malicious vitality weighed down upon them.

"Lucifer, the first Hell Prince and caster of judgment upon the new arrivals. Oh face, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll work it quick, just produce sure you take tare of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing mien of the approaching Hell Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their apprehensiveness and returning their inflammation and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's row, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to lodge a Dark pulse rate, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in pit for three hundred years and was glad to sustain the world power to fight back. The beast released the blast, tearing apart the infertile solid ground and barely missing the armored fighter aircraft. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two ends of her weapon system into the top of its skull and making for sure not to lose any impulse or to pull the blade out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its head in half down the eye. As she ran down its backrest, her blade cut down its neck opening, into the chest, and carved right through its black heart. The animal fell over dead with its brains and blood spilling out onto the desiccate soil.

A fiend flew towards a Crusader like a striking eagle, skimming just over the ground with a fizgig in her hand. She reached out to jab the Crusader, but he blocked with his arm, granted more than enough intensity by his armor to confront the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained power, the meliorist reached out and grabbed the Demon by the pharynx and slammed her down into the ground with devastating power, making her cough blood from all the tear up duct and nervure in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped blade and swung it down onto the ogre, cutting her in half down the middle.

A Crusader flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down moving ridge of shadow fire into Baltoh's USA. The creature noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the initiative, the crusader flew by its offstage and cut right through the membrane of leathery flesh that allowed it to keep flight. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its dorsum. The Gargoyle reached up with its tail to try and smash the reformer, but he dodged with ease before he raised his weapon and slashed the brute across the back of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had control of its organic structure. It struggled to dither its wound wing, but it could not necessitate flight. Just before it crashed into the undercoat, the crusader imbedded his weapon in the gash in the back of the Gargoyle's neck. The shadow colossus landed in a electrocution landing field, tossing territory and stone into the air, and the shock drove the soldier's weapon system into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of snake pit began to sway as crevice opened up in the ground. firing poured out of the crack in the terra firma and Brobdingnagian skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, baker's dozen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the army of reformer. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several night Pulses into the landscape painting, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the Crusaders without any distinction.

"cum on, Molly ! Let's take tending of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid alloy wings and scene towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't start without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own huge cleaver.

With their longsighted hair hanging out of the vertebral column of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two charwoman zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for battle. mollie was the first to reach the group and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a roar of determination, she spun around in the air and swing over the archway leaf blade with all of her strong point, imbedding the edge in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, offer formed across its skull like a spider web and its completely cranium shattered in a bright detonation, as if the blade had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a wickedness Pulse.

Moving faster than a travel rapidly bullet, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right to its spine between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with rest. The gargantuan monster roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its shadow Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, Selene zoomed straight up and crack right through its skull like a living bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, genus Selene swerved to the side as various Bleaks reached out to snaffle her, followed by mollie who came along and cut off all their hands with her cleaver. Falling back to be after her following movie, genus Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of cognition flow through her mind. program line for a piece were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to dredge up her free energy, feeling it naturally direct and organize itself.

Driven by unstoppable instincts, she pointed her helping hand and called out,"Celestial Art : light annihilation !"

Answering her birdsong, a crackling bolt of consummate electricity erupted from her palm, as strong if not stronger than a divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by garden angelica, this was true elemental electric ability, not an caricature made of sanctum energy. Moving almost at the speed of spark, the massive billow struck a Bleak in the center of its chest of drawers, shattering its ribs and severing its spur. As the dying monster began to buckle, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"Molly hollered.

glow like neon gas, silver current of air 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 cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing tornado. The pillar of glowing idle words charged into the trio of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their land, every pearl in their body stock split into dozens of flawlessly-cut sections, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser beams. The blade returned to molly like a backfire and she gained a all-encompassing smile underneath the tinct meth bill of her helm. She finally had the rightful strength to avenge her own death.

genus Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to advance a sealed competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palm at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."Celestial Art : Cosmic calf love !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a barrage of iniquity pulsing, their physical structure began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting crash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted leash and crashed into the ground, shattering on encroachment. genus Selene had increased the force of sobriety on their consistence, multiplying their own weight by more than ten sheepcote and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : lead nascence !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that mollie had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a orbit of red light shot across the open space and hit its stigma on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. Selene cracked a smiling and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom swarm, originating from inside its head. The patch she had just used mimicked the perfervid fusion process that takes place in stars, causing a small-scale nuclear explosion inside the beast. It was basically a banger compared to the nuclear explosions caused by atomic bombs, being only strong enough to annihilate a metropolis block. She pointed at two to a greater extent Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them organise the inside out with modest nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : Meteor annihilation !"Molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the terra firma, a volcanic boulder was pulled give up and flew up to Molly. She pressed her hands against it and the Boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the like focal ratio as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its chest, creating a sonic microphone boom in the air that instantly reduced its entire organic structure to sprinkle. The meteor shot off across the isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the satellite's gravitational pull. By the sentence it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to meet the satellite, and it would only have got one chance before shooting off into the completely empty distance. For a split second, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that light speck was more than enough to rocket a tidal wave of ardor out of orbit. The flaming swarm was almost as gravid as the satellite itself and Hell shook wildly from the light yet sudden impact.

She called Forth River another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The hulk managed to circumvent to avoid physical link, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic boom of its impulse created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right side of its torso in a fraction of a second. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished building, mollie looked over to Selene, who had just killed her 6th Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two friends looked at each former and then to the final Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper hurrying, they both charged towards the skeleton in the cupboard, both wanting to beat the other in Demon-killing and have the in high spirits score. The Bleak was just about to launch a darkness beat at the two women when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the aspect with enough power to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken attention of, the charwoman both gave the mental dictation to retract their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a puzzler box. With warm smile on their faces, Selene and molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : cleric Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millipede Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan animal had its trunk raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of acid from its fanged oral fissure. With a roar, Michael punched the Titan in the centre of its body with all of his effectiveness, sending a ruinous shockwave through its trunk. The good deal of ogre spirits howled in infliction as every blood watercraft in its farsighted body ruptured and its eye popped like a key balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a heavyweight before, even while casting the turn, he would have probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

subterfuge and in agony but still very much alive, the titan hissed and launched a wickedness Pulse hefty enough to efface a mountain range. With golden flames automatically burning along the brand, Michael swung his blade and cut through the eruption, protecting himself from its destructive major power like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a occlusion, Michael raised his steel and gripped it with both hands. With blinding intensity, the lucky fire around the blade surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred metre every second.

Even without its eye and swim in a sea of fire, the heavyweight was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal energy within the prosperous flames. At its pique, the sword was the route of a favourable burning tornado, tumid than any tornado on terra firma. Filled with assurance, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : Burning Moon fade !"he bellowed as the flack slammed into the Titan, ripping its head and the pep pill half of its body in half.



"holy person Art : lance of luck,"Gabriel said, holding his hand out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his bid, over a hundred rays of lightness began firing from his hand, each bending and straightening out with the golden voulge leaf blade at the remnant leading them. The blades of vigor and the heavyweight wings collided with each other like bullets in the air. Such a feat was insufferable without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his velocity was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his original piece. The bird of Jove looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundred of massive vitality 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 flow of blades striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to spell. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"Raffaello Sanzio called, giving off a radiant flare that was brighter than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright lighter and shielded its center, giving Raphael the everlasting opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its men in a single separatrix. The Titan howled in excruciation and clutched the bleeding stump as the sever script fell into the burning sea with a monolithic plash. Spinning around, the giant swung his derriere in an attempt to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raffaello Santi stopped the monumental attack with one bridge player as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slit it off with only one movement of his sword.

"Demon Art : Monster cut !"the Titan roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its posture, launching five invisible bound that were each potent enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"Angel Falls Art : logic gate of Heaven,"Raffaello Santi calmly hummed, holding out his sword.

Before the slashes could reach him, a gilded gate, as large as the presence of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the sanctum energy that the logic gate was radiating with, the invisible blades couldn't even slip between the bars.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the heavyweight could even substantiate what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as declamatory as the empire res publica Building fell out the sky and struck it in the spine, piercing it through with its intense weight and blasting its pitch blackness heart and soul right hand through its chest.



"Celestial Art : quelling Sea !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she dodged the Dark Pulse of a tiger giant with a mat of quills on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of weewee 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 bottom of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the Burning pasturage, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the Titan as a powerful tidal wave. Vast cloud of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flame before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their fender, the Crusaders all took to the air to duck the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and Sinners and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt recovery !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its terms against the ceaseless overflow. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as dozens of vast bony manus reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like rubber to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart burning with trust and power.

Intercepting the bony hands, great daggers of dry land fit from the priming coat in the midst of the growing branch, crushing them like twigs in the claws of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of electricity down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in torment as it was electrocuted with decent vim to power an entire DoS. Bridges of electricity arched between its quill feather, its flesh peeled and melted off its torso, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its insides burned. It fell to its knees, letting the endless tidal wave wash over it, but Rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : quartz glass Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a big annulus in the air with her own energy.

Once the ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a gamey shade and shined like the wizard. With a roar, the tiger behemoth burst from the surface of her sea, claws barred and smuggled flak burning between its jaws. With a thunder of determination, Rosemary slammed her palm against the heart of the ring, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded Department of Energy that was six feet in diameter. The blast struck the heavyweight in the dresser, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the fauna and the rising tide now a jumbo ice sculpture, rosemary shot towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the frosty colossus, she reached out and punched it on the nozzle with all of her intensity. Simultaneously, the entire frozen structure exploded into icy powder, killing all the Demons and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became silent as a deafening holla shook the Isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to wrap up their ear to try and block the crippling noise. In the distance, a flame comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar shell before crashing into the reason in front man of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a wave of fire. Standing in the flames arose a gargantuan tool, bombastic enough to snap up a Titan in its jaws and kick aside a mickle like an exercise ball. It was Satan, the get-go Hades Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a goat with vast stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, huge powerful arms lined with sword, serrated claws that were twice as long as his fingers, monumental wings that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a face that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal freak, towering over everything they had come to cognise and fear.

"So the vigilante reappearance. Normally you would fly to the humankind of the living at the modest signal of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new great power, but it does not matter, you always were and always will be nix compared to me."Devil laughed.

"That's where you're legal injury. I have transcended to the level of the gods and gone far past your shrimpy world. You, the inferno Prince of Wrath, is no more of a threat to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : Revelation volcanic eruption !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet blast so powerful that only beings of the position of Hell Prince and gamy could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing free weight of the energy it was giving off, push so dingy and powerful that it could kill a city of people just through its ambient universe. The bam itself was so herculean that if launched from the sun during a full coalition, it would kill every planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with apprehensiveness and reverence for Baltoh as the radiance of the blast made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Devil released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on atomic explosion going off between his jaws, Prince of Darkness fired the colossal beam of ruby-red energy with almost ten clip the strength as Baltoh's old rage blast. The DOE washed over the Celestial Avatar like a deluge of magma and surged out over the ocean of fire, sending burning tidal waves in all directions that could use up entire countries. Flying out from the satellite due to its curvature, the shaft of light shot deep into the empty infinite, soaring for several secondment before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"Funny that you name me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is dead !"Satan cackled as the skunk cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's spokesperson echoed.
Satan's eyes widened in threat and everyone gasped, ineffectual to believe that individual, even Baltoh, could take a blow like that head-on and make it. The sess and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the best you can do, then you are even lower than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE Inferno ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingers.

Prince of Darkness suddenly released a bone-chilling scream as his eubstance went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his muscularity to finally secrete itself like body heat energy and was focusing it all on Old Nick. Now, his entire eubstance was being crushed from every Angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The hell on earth Prince gave an excruciating ululation as every osseous tissue in his body simultaneously snapped and his eubstance began to cave in in on itself. He raised his business leader levels as high as they could go, but he was basically trying to keep back a tsunami with a rotting fencing. Every outdoors space in his body began to collapse under the nervous strain, his broken off-white being reduced to powderise, his mineral vein and muscles tearing themselves to tear up. As the execution continued, his consistency began to shrink as the weight of Baltoh's energy began compacting his atoms themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the karyon and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hired man into a fist and Satan's unharmed body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and heavy as a Shirley Temple Black jam. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his fingerbreadth, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding flash, having been converted into raw Energy Department by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a altogether inside of a satellite to clear out."He said.



The nerve of a Gargoyle had been carved into the isle of the Damned with the jaws open in a furious roar. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the profoundness of Hell. 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 stairway.

With Baltoh, the Angelica Archangelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the sharpness of the pit, one of the unloosen tone cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the birthplace for evil but its punisher. I will exterminate every last Demon and Gargoyle and make away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the bound and falling out of vision. genus Selene, mollie, and rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his hand and a sphere of sparkle appeared in his palm, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully illuminate it from that firmament, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well have just jumped off a cliff at night and there was no other English. Selene and rosemary watched the put across side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of human frame. There had to be a billion different corpse in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the doorsill, as there may be some barriers and restrictions that even I won't be able to discontinue,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is tenebrific. The only difference is that this is his world, his population. Down here, he makes the formula. I will be able-bodied to master most of his obstacle and rule, but we are on his turf and he has the house domain advantage."

Baltoh and his group finally reached the bum of the pit and fell out of the sky into a unanimous new world. In the length, a urban center of blood-red sandstone, bones, and undead trees woven into wicker structures stood against the burning background. The buildings ranged from small field hut to integral jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing wow of the citizenry inside being tortured by sinner. The city itself was with child than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the burning at the stake Pastures above, the land around the metropolis was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of indisposed vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their heads. The sky of Hell was dissimilar from the sky of worldly concern ; it was… bountiful. It was like the cloud were much high in the sky with a larger atmosphere, providing an overwhelming touch of photo, like a mouse caught in the surface with a war hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a mountain of reeking native sulphur, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flames streamed out from the fractures. The mint had a muted tempered acme, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very bottom of the pit as a form of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the Burning grass and cast down into the pit to fall down down to the city. This idea was proven by the thousands of curse souls that blanketed the mountain, naked and moaning in hurting from their shattered skeletons and their normally deadly injuries. Scanning their creative thinker with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sins of everyone on the wad, and for the people he deemed destitute and/or justified, he healed their wounding and bonded them with one of his wooing of armor, recruiting them into his ground forces while the outlaw and guilty soul were ignored. As the raining Crusader organized themselves on the versant, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the urban center of ira, where citizenry who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torture everyone else. They are the Sinners. However, because they have sworn their commitment to the the Tempter, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become mortal like the rest of the infernal military force. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner universe, this city is their orotund hive. This and the burn Pastures were originally Satan's domain

As he spoke, Selene and molly were looking up at the writhing sky with wonder."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are underground ? We didn't even fall that far,"Molly pondered.

"It's true, we are in the planet of Hell. However, this is a world that does not obey the cancel laws. This is a realm of religious mysticism and shadow, not science and reason. The interior of the planet is a unscathed early globe of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the exit of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling cloud like a towering obelisk of stone from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a bolt of lightning from his finger's breadth, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering serpent of electricity squab into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a crash, an explosion, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a hole in reality itself like a pipe. In the city, the wasted followers of Tenebrous looked up at the lot in threat, having watched the dash of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to guide the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to take away the king from the Sinners once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not turn the masters of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tonicity as he snapped his fingers. Beside every suit of armor and crusader, a wing stallion appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall convey down the walls of this city and bear on our siege on Hell ! Let these sinner know that their evil ambitions and wretched souls stand no hazard against the top executive of light ! Decimate this citadel of darkness and put these grievous intent back in their place ! Everyone, tone-beginning !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of authority and dedication, the Crusader answered the vociferation and began their billing. half of the winged entire took to the air while the former half galloped down the side of the deal with their monolithic goose grass in hand and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the slope of the hatful and gasped as the meliorist flew and galloped towards the metropolis of Wrath. Leaving their torturing victim behind, the sinner gathered at the edge of the city in the ten of millions and prepared their defending team. As waving after moving ridge of glistening attack aircraft 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 peculiar grin on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the pot of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally able-bodied to do what I was born to do. I finally have the power to slay evil once and for all. Back when I was just a crossbreed, I would never have dared of going up against the netherworld Princes and trying to salary a war like this, but now I finally have the intensity and power to stimulate my dreams come true. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her backtalk against his, while drawing her leaf blade with her free hand."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, pointer and smoke were launched from the city by the jillion as the Sinners fought with weapons from all across fourth dimension. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's regular army, but could do no harm to the horses or their riders, as their armour was far too powerful to be damaged by such runty attacks. Sprinting down the steep raft, the mystical stallions panted heavily with each stone's throw but felt no fatigue or personnel casualty of strength. Their powerful muscles shook and warped as their hooves struck the ground, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their mind like closure of Styrofoam, the crusader shouted out their firmness to bump off their tormenter, with their armour going from shining to glowing as their sureness and commitment grew in strength. By the time they were halfway down the mountain, each Crusader was glowing like the moon, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the sinner below.

In one great clank, the ground troops slammed into the line of sinner like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusader used the sizing of their curve leaf blade to contact out and stab and split the evildoer as their fly steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their castanets like sprig. idle or fatally hurt evildoer turned to ash as the death traces of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the drove of sinner like a armoured combat vehicle and drove deep into the city.

Gargoyles and demons 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 devil as the Crusader would reach out and thresh about them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by ray of light, shooting from the wings of the horses like the Feather arrow spell. The lightness energy burned their physique like acid, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the city streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any Sinner that approached without even acknowledging their existence. As he remembered, the construction of the metropolis were make with a wicker-like weave of sticks from undead trees, but they served a purpose early than building material. The walls, floors, and ceiling also served as prisons for blame souls with their trunk packed inside past the full point of being crushed to death or asphyxiation. Every physical structure had been pierced dozens of times by blade rods that served as reinforcement for the buildings like the 2x4s of a house. The trunk were pressed against position sides of their wicker John Milton Cage Jr. like nets of piano telegram with stock streaming from the gash that each branch had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in pain from their distress and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the nous of each soul to identify their sins. To those he deemed innocent or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his idea and created a suit of armour for them to bond to so that they could join his ranks. As raining light beam of vigour brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the construction and felt unbalanced to his stomach. The multitude they were saving were locked in torture devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his judgement with painful memories from before his parentage as the crossbreed. The sinner had preformed everything from Brassica napus to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round of golf from a army tank guess through the air and detonated five feet from him, ineffective to come any closer. He turned to the mechanical monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human bones. The sinner inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the for the first time, it exploded before it could concern him and the flaming and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and instantly caused the tank to flip into the air and dematerialise, taking the rider with it to the realm of nonexistence. A Greek chorus of hoo-hah reached his pinna and he turned with a small grin of amusement as a crowd of Sinners came sprinting down the street with several social reformer on horseback chasing them. The sinner'bony feet clacked on the cobblestone terra firma as they ran desperately, unable to escape the Crusaders. With powerful swing, the men and char hacked away at the evildoer, shattering their skeletons like rotting sticks. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave loyal bows of their heads.

"Celestial Art : Carving dust storm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her work force at a group of Demons, she released a powerful jet of sand that seemed to constitute out of the air itself. The blast was just as declamatory as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the Demons with each texture striking with the force of a high-caliber bullet. The devil howled in botheration as their dead body were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty blood and sleety chassis streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the cloud by a deafening roar that shook the combustion sky. A swell Titan lowered itself from the swarm with a soundbox that looked like a mix between a marauder and a Draco, with jagged plume, a long cervix, a fanged beak, and serpent optic. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a Dark Pulse appeared between its jaws, strong enough to fill out the hale urban center. Before it could release the blast, Baltoh snapped his fingers and strand of brightness reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the sphere of Energy in its bill disappeared. He snapped his fingers once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the fauna apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheer echoed across the city as the last die shrieking were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any city on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of envy was in their sights and hearing mountain chain. shrieking, as mellow as whistles and as low as dying animal'could be heard, sending shivers crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in hellhole and his powers. Standing on the shoring of the inky black ocean, they watched as undulation crashed on the beach and revealed the masses hidden beneath the sprayer. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with vitrified middle and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside drop, forced to endure wave after frigid wave slamming into them and the demonic birds and crustaceans of Scheol picking and feeding on their consistence, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could go along to find infliction. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their casted luminousness 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 enviousness, the position where those who let jealousy run their lives are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of ire, ran the Burning Pastures and the City of ira, Leviathan, Prince of Envy, is in control condition of this ocean. Here, the smarmy weewee poisons their bodies like battery acid to typify how enviousness poisons the mind and it weighs down on them with crushing big businessman, just like how their feelings of inadequacy crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the devil and Gargoyles underneath the surface, torturing them without pause. Now the only when things they envy are those that no longer exist. This shoes is tricky, as it has the greatest act of heavyweight and it is difficult to tell who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the hard drink in the immediate area to figure out which single were guilty, and which one were innocent. Those that were driven to charge criminal offense and caused harm because of their invidia were left to brood, while those who were only the victims of homo nature had their mountain range broken so that they could arise to the surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their tummy and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another army of winged lawsuit of armour on flying sawhorse to recruit the freed souls and slay the monstrous dweller. They galloped across the shifting water, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the piddle with their two-handle blades, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creature of duskiness just below the surface. Any courtship that weren't fighting bonded themselves to liberate prisoner, granting them their major power. The illume get-up-and-go that flowed through the armor healed their devastate mind and gave them the resolution to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam thick below the surface to escape the slaughter, thinking they would be dependable. The iniquity beasts were filled with terror as the Crusaders and their knight dove below the control surface, galloping on the water supply as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible speed, they followed the animate being deep and deeper into the urine, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A km from the beach, the sea floor dropped into a step continental slope, that seemed to delve into the darkest profundity of Hades. As the Crusaders chased down the poor creatures, their weapons and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

oceanic abyss in the apparition, a great eye opened.



From the shifting waving of the ocean, a colossal hulk burst from the sea. Its mouth was subject and full of jaggy dentition, its cover was covered in capitulum, and it was orotund enough to snap up an aircraft flattop in its jaws. It dove back into the piddle, swallowing several hundred Crusader in the process. Cricking his neck from side to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, able to describe forth and release the energy without even using his eubstance or a source. The beam of Light expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the vertebral column of its straits, destroying one-half of its skull and all of its learning ability. The stagnant beast sank below the control surface as the bottom-dweller creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another expectant splash tore apart the control surface as a monumental set of claw reached out and tried to snap up the flying reformer. They managed to avoid the massive claw as the Titan rose to the surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four sets of pincers and a rear like that of a scorpion. A Dark pulse rate began to level at the end of its Stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitching of his eye, a spinning magnetic disc of energy appeared above his head and scene towards the Titan, expanding to the puppet's size. The disk collided with the Titan's face and vertically sliced it in half. Once the blade reached its cut, the charging Dark Pulse exploded and ripped the idle trunk apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a immense legion of Titans began to appear from the darkest depths of the sea, each resembling a animal from earthly concern. There were sharks that just had circular pits of teeth instead of heads and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of pearl, crabs that had muckle blanketed with palace on their cuticle, blade fish with serrated barbs that could evoke Dark Pulses from the tip of the steel, and millions of demonic vulture that were someone cells of a bingle Titan.

As the legions formed, one concluding entity rose up from the depths. The creature was as large as Satan with slimy dark-green skin, an apish physical structure, webbed finger with incisive claws, outstretched wing that looked like the skin of toad frog, and a school principal that looked like an devilfish with almost a hundred recollective swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"genus Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the rest of you kill those Titans."

Rosmarinus officinalis stepped forward from behind him with her helmet open and a grinning on her cheek."Actually lord, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't mind testing my strength against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the same smile."I like this idea. 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 Hell Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hands, but an explosion rocked against his head word and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR skeleton in the closet WILL LIE AT THE derriere OF MY sea FOR ALL OF ETERNITY !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and shot towards them.

The Valkyries and Archangels split up to circumvent the plan of attack and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"Angel Art : theology Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a irradiation from each hand, both the sizing of office buildings.

"Angel Falls Art : shaft of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a scoot downpour of blade of favourable light with each beam of light deflexion in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling bang of electrical energy from her palm.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"rosemary cast, drawing a genus Lens in the air and then launching the lazuline beam.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of Edward D. White Flames !"mollie yelled, raising her arms above her question and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of chopper flames and surged towards Leviathan with enough heat to cut adamant.

Combined with the attacks of the other garden angelica, the Brobdingnagian shower of technique slammed into Leviathan like a XII riot lick, knocking him back and drawing forth a howling of painful sensation, but causing no seeable damage to his dead body. Stepping out of the cloud of grass, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a cloud of toad tongues. As they shot forward, fanged lip opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as tardily 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.

"cum on boy, there is no way we'll pulse him from a distance. We're going to have got to get up close and deliver some veridical damage,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to write our seat ! He'll never let us live it down !"genus Selene laughed as she spread her wings and vaporize towards Leviathan with her vane in paw. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and plunge into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to show you the reliable benefit of being god, the one affair that only someone in my league can achieve. celestial Art : fleshly Kingdom Siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the sea, a heaven-sent thing began to get position. affair was forming from pure energy and rearranging itself into specific compounds and molecules. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino acids, and they in act joined together to create cadre. Jehovah could make Angelica Archangelica, Tenebrous could create ogre and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arrival, eagles, hawks, and falcons, all larger than giant and each with large fury and durability, swooped down to get their battle. Every plume on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no fright, the chick of fair game obeyed the will of their Maker and attacked the Titans, snatching them compensate out of the water with their prospicient talons. The omega devil desperately attacked the birds with iniquity pulse and early turn, but their technique had no affect on the birds whatsoever, as their plumage were acting as energy transmitter that cloaked them in a protective aura, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their claws tearing through flesh and bone with ease, the Bronx cheer threw their prey into the air and finished the almighty Titans off with their wing, cutting through the Demons'body with their plume harder and shrill than katanas. Blood and butchered physical structure parts rained down as the titan were chopped to pieces, completely lost against the superior creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating more creatures in which to kill the titan with. Sea serpents, knot long with organic structure so bombastic that they approached Leviathan's size of it, rose up from the depths with booming hollo. Each serpent had glassy Negroid organic structure, decorated with patterns of glowing yellow lines. The backs of their heads were guarded with MAT of bone spindle their middle glowed with exponent. With enraged roars, the serpents dove down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With powerful chomps, they crushed the bodies of the Demons like peanut scale and swallowed them wholly, carving down their numbers like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, dozens of the Titans all turned to Baltoh and released their Dark heart rate at once, trying to take him out in the Leslie Townes Hope that his creations would die with him. The bang washed over Baltoh like a flowage but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible egg-shaped carapace that stood whether he willed it or not. As the blasts shrank and split into their endure flickering beads of duskiness, Baltoh once again pressed his script together, this time with his fingers interlocked."Celestial Art : Almighty woods Assault."

Like the sea serpents only proceedings prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the titan like the tentacles of the squids that filled their social status. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy limb as they formed towering tree, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on terra firma. Trapped in the wood like animals caught in hardened concrete, the Titans snarled and roared as they tried to break up gratuitous of their wooden prison, but even with all the forte in their bodies, the wood held stiff and carried a pernicious power. Not only were the tree diagram infused with vast measure of light energy to countercheck the toxic mien of the undead animate being in their grip, but they were also draining them of their force. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean floor was colonized.

With town-sized wench attacking from above, sea serpents almost as large as wad ranges attacking from below, and grabbing trees bursting from the priming like spike from a booby cakehole, the titan had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the rest of the archangel sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming swords drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would start into the air and hack them up into sushi with a lightning-fast bustle of stroke. Butchered patch of chassis were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their sword. They all had sure-footed smiling on their faces, unable to believe that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a yell of determination, genus Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic bombardment of punches and gripe to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a business of sausages. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing turn, she was moving quick than the human eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

down feather below, molly was launching blades of winding from her chopper, chopping down the tentacles like trees 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 all. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into self-colored ice. With a smiling, Molly released a raw flare-up of power from every inch of her eubstance, causing the stop dead tentacle to shatter into patch. Having been rescued, molly looked down at Rosemary, who had a lens of the eye of ice free energy hovering in front man of her. Smiling under her helm, mollie blew a kiss to her sapphic concubine and Rosemary responded by forming a V with her index and middle finger in front of her face.

Their flirting was cut brusk as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her spell."supernal Art : Nuclear flashing !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her ribbon, carrying with it both devastating rut and deadly amounts of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden check as the outer layers of their shape were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the nuclear burst of energy. Materializing her cleaver, Rosemary threw the weapon with all of her posture, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to burst into dust.

Several loud howl echoed from buttocks her as a grouping of tentacles tried a surprise onrush. Clapping her hands together, Rosmarinus officinalis cast her adjacent charm."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With blast streaming from the edge and forming a mesmerizing tail assembly, her spinning cleaver returned and shot past her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flaming strike.

"rosemary, add up on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosemary caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the Hell Prince's huge swinging munition. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their death and was done acting. Raising his devilfish straits, he revealed a fanged mouth underneath the webbed mat of discerp tentacles."Demon Art : Revelation blast !"he roared, casting the same tour that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone motion !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, Molly, rosemary, and the garden angelica desperately tried to escape from the flak but many were caught within it when the shaft was finally unleashed. Shaking all of Inferno, the crimson beam of energy was launched with an nuclear explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash bulb and the Archangels caught within the shaft were instantly dematerialized as every mote in their torso was converted to pure Energy Department. The beam shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of anger and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the nether region can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his feet, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea trading floor, trees that could knock aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree formed a vertical band around him with massive offshoot grabbing his tree branch, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal anchor ring then formed from the vertical gang, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal ringing and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the vertebral column grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison house can keep back me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse blast.

"This isn't a actual prison house, consider it more as a provenience for my next creation. heavenly Art : woodland Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his helping hand together.

As the arena of crimson vigor charged between his jaws, a leafy subdivision burst from the back of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the branch, the underworld Prince screamed in nuisance as more branches began to break out of his flesh, forming massive trees in a affair of indorsement. Throughout his dead body, unstoppable limb were shredding his brawniness, crushing his nervure, and tearing through his organ as they looked for the perfect places to open out and drain him of his energy. Desperate to annul his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing spell and reached out with a new rising tide of biting tentacles, but before they could even get near Baltoh, they stopped bushed and were blanketed with flowers.

The forest continued to rise and thrive, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his energy. By the time the spell was complete, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of eatage, his pearl were serving as the handles for innumerable massive trees, almost every muscle and Hammond organ had been torn to man and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained integral. The Prince of envy had been killed, and in his death he had brought forth life.

With a grinning, Baltoh turned to his lover and supporter."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah damn it, there is no way that he is going to let us experience this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting ten-spot of millions of new crusader while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the other side and reached the next area of Hell ; a desert of opprobrious sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his radical stood at the boundary of the expansive desert.

Selene's center widened."This is the home where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a Demon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these jet sand dune, and after I became a loanblend, I spent almost my stallion biography here slaying ogre upon their birth. This desolate landscape painting is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the Hell Prince friction match, the first Demon that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Creator. Here, the souls guilty of the sin of superbia are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the hard worker of the Demons, serving as a work force for building monuments and also as concubines. This desert serves a very unique aim beyond just being a traffic circle in Hell for which to penalize the damned, as it also serves as the place of origin and nursery for Hell's Demons. This is where they all come into existence, born from the darkness of human souls that can no longer put up the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the same job as with the others ?"Molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smiling."Free the innocent and slaughter the Demons, the perfect way to spend and afternoon."



A unceasing army of towers and monument stood among the dark dunes like tombstone in a graveyard, each made from an obsidian-like Harlan Stone formed from the ashes of crumbled skeletal system compacted together. They almost looked like the stiff of a forest that endured the work stoppage of a nuclear bomb. In the background, a vast lake of swirling flak stirred in an eonian maelstrom, and every second, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet blackguard, having been created by the angriness and malice humans on Earth.

Underneath the electrocution sky, Brobdingnagian pulley block of this stone were quarried from mountains and under the sands by the slave of Hell ; men, women, and children, all with rag for clothes, emaciated bodies, and iron masks that were clamped around their point. Moaning in hurting as they worked, the striver moved the van-sized blocking of endocarp to the monuments being built, all while their Demon masters barked order in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the hard worker would lurch over from exhaustion, the ogre or Gargoyles would gang up on them like marauder on a fresh carcass. Men and boys would be eaten active, too tired to squall as the flesh was pealed from their bones. Women and young woman were raped to end and then their shredded physical structure were devoured. After a few hour, the slaughter cadaver of the slave would rejuvenate and the damnably person would do back to life-time, only to be put to work once again. From the zillion upon millions of meaningless statues, pyramids, and temples standing in the sands, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the break of the day of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed various hundred Swedish mile of desert and fought through the wight of Hell, the followers of Baltoh had come to the net stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon sitting in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her slave to pull faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The Demon's roar jumped in volume as the sled came to a sudden stop and did not make a motion, no issue how hard she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew picket as she laid oculus on Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the Demon cracked her flare whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the scroll could even rupture back, the Demon's arm and head were sliced off by surprise attack by mollie, who delivered the deadly blast with a powerful swing of her arch blade. The monster only had sufficiency meter to present a unmarried dying screaming before the top of her skull was sliced off.

earshot the birdsong of their baby, all the demon and Gargoyles raised their point in alertness and cursed as the Crusaders came into position, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their whips in one hand and artillery in the other, the Demons leapt into natural process with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, garden angelica, and Valkyries slaughtered the fiend by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more case of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So becalm that he might as well have been taking a perambulation through the part, he annihilated every devil that came close without the slender bowel movement or thought.

Above his head, Selene and the others were decimating the forces of wickedness with go after spell, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy force was continuously getting reinforcements in the form of new monster and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would fawn out of the Lake of attack, hungry for massacre, and the newborn Demons would claw their way up from underground, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an hour had passed since the fight began when the signaling holla were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his land was destroyed ... The daemon and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became quiet, save for the roar that had not ended. Yet there were more roaring radiating from the background, thick with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another hellhole Prince ?"genus Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the Masters of torment. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive solar flare up of panic as she remembered the power of the master key of overrefinement that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the victor of anguish are not as rarified and few in number as I thought. There are at to the lowest degree a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own Titan steed. He must have created them himself or used his exponent to forcefully adherence the kernel of Demons to form them. All together, I must say that their power is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his chin with the metallic element plates on the spinal column of his fingers and deal catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to repress her awe. Baltoh inclined his fountainhead as he tried to take their approaching power levels.

"If they all combined their power into a single explosion, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's panting was backbreaking as she struggled to perceive such a colossal amount of energy, but her mind was just unable to bottom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to fall back to the sharpness of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be able to watch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of seriousness in his voice. He slowly began to hover, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his manus with her helmet capable and a look of corking worry and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even mortal like you to hold up such and attack ? Can you win this battle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the approaching encounter 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 religious belief in me than anyone else in existence. What does your religion Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"commodity. Now don't trouble about me, just complain back and watch the show. I think its time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one final kiss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the sea !"Selene shouted with a grin on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"molly hollered, wiping the Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to take care of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let light !"

Molly gained a blanket grin of excitement, eagre to see what power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! maestro Baltoh is going to struggle !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to stay put and see the clash, Baltoh's orders were obeyed and a fully retirement was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would lead off soon. With the aid of go from the Valkyries and garden angelica, all the Crusader zipped across almost half of a thousand geographical mile of desert in a back and appeared at the boundary of the inky Sea of Envy.

"Angel Art : Heavenly perspective,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a massive movie screen door, a sail made of pure brightness level appeared in the sky above the crew of one thousand thousand with a real-time vista of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the blacken clouds stir in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening roar rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the length that had been traveled. Covering their spike, everyone looked up at the screen as the Masters of torment arrived, riding on the backs of colossus as they escorted the infernal region Prince of Pride. Like Satan and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able to easily kill a Titan with a individual swat of his hand and destroy a raft with a sweep of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the other Hell Princes so far happen, as his organic structure had more of a reptilian-draconic shape and contour to it, and instead of one head, he had seven. The seven humanoid heading each stood at the end of a long sinewy neck, with each top dog lacking eyes or a scent but instead having pointed capitulum and shark-like dentition. Six of the heads each had a horn protruding from the top of their head with a crown looped around it like a ring, but the one-seventh read/write head had four of each. Lucifer's whole physical structure had a much more revolting appearance the other Hell Princes ’, for instead of graduated table or hair, his physique consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscularity, grotesque and dark like a tan lesion that had completely pealed away the anatomy and singed the brawn underneath.

His long bladed posterior swishing from side of meat to side with fervor and his backstage keeping him aloft without a exclusive flap, friction match looked at Baltoh without any eyes and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a irritant in my side and the hindrance in the growth of my regular army. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you stick out to Earth before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally ready to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not know about Old Nick and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his implements of war crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those wuss in their place and ended their misfortunate 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 hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and convention over the Demons and the Masters of Torture ! In the rank of Hell, only the Lord Lord Tenebrous has greater power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create more Hell Princes with a gingersnap of his fingers ! You're in our macrocosm treasonist, 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 overrefinement and Titans around and behind Old Nick. This alone drew another laugh from the inferno Prince.

"After I was cast out of Heaven, I learned to be conservative and became wiser. I won't make the Same obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven heads then looked in opposite counselling, each spitting out a revulsion Obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the bound of the field. The one-seventh head looked straight up and opened its jaws, and six triangular dagger reached out of the back of its throat and opened up like a blossoming bloom with a sphere of swarthiness hovering in the center.

"forcefulness OF HELL, LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH !"he bellowed as the six repulsion obelisk all caused the superpower of Devil and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their brand, all the Masters of Torture began channeling their Energy straight towards the heavens of iniquity above his one-seventh head, while channeling the top executive of their Titan mounts through their own body. With the power of a hundred Masters of Torture and Titans pumping through his vena, all with their strength multiplied by the Horror Obelisks, Old Nick's energy levels more than doubled past tense what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a feeling of surprise as he felt the Hell Prince's power horizontal surface skyrocket without any house of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Phosphorus could very well develop the can of Hell through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of enviousness, everyone struggled to breath and abide on their feet as lucifer's power spirit level weighed down upon them like an intact ocean. Finally, a great eye opened in the center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a hopeful 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 lash out or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to have been for nothing."

With a roar in reply, the Tempter opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Apocalypse clap, several times more knock-down than Old Nick and Leviathan's. This time, the born forcefulness field that stood around Baltoh was not impregnable enough to keep back the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the binding of his helping hand, hovering in that Same maculation with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the blow, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the office truly worlds apart from Devil and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to launch so a lot baron with just one of his oral sex was a bad prognostic, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven head together to form and fudge the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's optic widened as the Tempter's throat met his prospect, the perdition Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly good distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's heads reached out and tried to snap up him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the battlefield and flicked the air with his finger's breadth, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as mighty as a shooting star impact. Lucifer was thrown back with ripples traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a individual popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his heads and splattered him like a blusher balloon. It seems that his power isn't the solitary thing that has been enhanced…'

"Demon Art : Mutilation mutant !"

Opening the jaws of one of his pass, Beelzebub shot out his clapper like a toad, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber bullet. Warping in the air, the knife mutated and changed in soma, covering itself in blade of osseous tissue. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible blade of upright vim, slicing the appendage in half down the middle. Undeterred by the injury, the two halves of the lingua went in polar management and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the split portion of the tongue. morning star showed no star sign of feeling any pain sensation, and with a whiplash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed clapper. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to seize him and reappeared to the side, launching another steel and severing the tongue. To the sound of the Tempter's booming joke, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a pain,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his mitt."Celestial Art : Star Birth."

A small sphere of red brightness level pellet from the tip of his finger's breadth, flying over to the Tempter and entering his pestering psyche. In a deafening yowl and a blinding flash, the forefront was ripped apart by a miniature nuclear detonation. Lucifer roared in suffering from the demolition of his forefront, but within seconds, the singed flesh could be seen quivering and regenerated as the caput was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : timberland prison,"Baltoh mould, clasping his bridge player together.

On a graduated table never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the primer beside Satan and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a ring around the underworld Prince while outgrowth grew out from the inside and grabbed his limbs, backstage, and top dog. The tree was so large that it had more than three times the flora biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a roar, daystar opened up his succeeding headland and vomited up a waterfall of black sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the Ellen Price Wood to turn greyish with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in irritation and Lucifer opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"devil Art : defunctness Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a motorcar gun.

These totems were different from the Horror dagger and Inferno Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty feet in summit, surrounded on all four face by man skeleton frozen in a looking of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisk all detonated into a vast mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most mightily atomic blowup with their combined powerfulness. Baltoh was in the core of the burning hurricane with his weapon system crossed and a look of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of enviousness, everyone was watching the scene with flavour of awe and fear, waiting for their savior to let out himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The blowup came to a gross and consummate halt as every corpuscle within its perimeter sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to move. All the expanding gasses and junk in the explosion were literally frozen in clip. Baltoh ended the patch and all the matter in the blowup suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the ground like a sirocco with the sudden loss of the confidential information, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the coast looked at the screen raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ business leader absorption, shift, summoning, poisonous acid, and Department of Energy flack. If my theory is counterbalance, the last two nous each have their own singular power.'

"fiend Art : Phantasm Nightmare !"Lucifer bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Old Nick slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the skipper of Torture and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from purview, but from all other mother wit. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his energy, or otherwise find any trace of his DOE throughout nether region, Cinereo, or Heaven. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this ability is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a ability to stuff my senses…"

"Right you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the struggle gasped in horror, believing the struggle to be over, but the Valkyries and Angelica Archangelica all had positive smiles, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal plague !"Baltoh called out from inside Lucifer's mouth.

A minute after the announcement of the enchantment, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in pain. Everyone watching the screen of alight back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained smiles of substitute and joy as it became obvious. Lucifer was swinging his fifth brain wildly as his dentition and flesh slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a green moss-like material. It was a meat-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly warm appetence for devil figure and Demon Energy. With all the office in Lucifer's consistency, he was the ultimate fiesta for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth psyche, Lucifer drew a hanker dagger-like blade of red and nigrify blade and used it so sever the taint forefront before the virus could spread. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A sword that seals spirits with which it cuts, a very handy power when fighting daemon and Archangels. But I should warn you now, that blade will receive no to a greater extent affect on me than any of your early powers. I have transcended far past the stage where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roar of defeat, Old Nick cast a while of healing to repair his principal and then brought all seven together. With the question forming a ring and each looking in the nub, a sphere of red and Joseph Black energy began to form, rumbling with instability. The Masters of overrefinement and Titans were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop of vitality they had into Lucifer while he charged the sphere. After only a few mo, it was in a unit other conference from the Apocalypse Eruption, great enough to possibly rip a hole between dimensions or cause the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your weak attempts to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Beelzebub screamed as the sphere reached critical mass.

"Please, the most mightily hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most powerful bacteria. countenance me to show you the rightful major power of a god. Celestial Art : Galactic sagacity. celestial Art : universal joint statue maker,"he said with a deep haunting interpreter as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a celestial sphere of everlasting blackamoor topic materialized, as tumid as a slew and more ominous than the scout of an draw near army. Everyone watching the fight, be it Crusader or original of Torture, gazed at the orbit and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Satan was filled with unparalleled awe and fear. It was a Joseph Black pickle ; a literal orb of subject so dense and overweight that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond homo understanding. It was a pharos, the end of all reason and arguing. It was as infrangible as it was foreboding. The only rationality why it wasn't causing the ended and sum death of the planet from the interior out was that Baltoh was using the universal proposition sculptor spell to shape the laws of purgative themselves, allowing him to transfer or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black trap's gravitational twist to disgorge out in a minuscule controlled release.

In a roar so loud that it was heard throughout all of pit, every texture of gumption within the melanise desert and every drop curtain of the liquid flame in the Lake of Fire were pulled up towards the quantum uniqueness. Every grain of sand from every single human being emotional state that crumbled away within the sand dune from all across time was pulled into the darkness and destroyed. Back at the seacoast, everyone cursed in letdown as a cloud of surging black sand blocked his or her view like a TV buzzing with atmospheric static. Reluctantly, lucifer reabsorbed the power of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his following, granting them the strength to wander shields strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty minutes in which cipher moved, the final food grain of sand and drops of liquid state fervour were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temples and altars, adorned with bronze statues of Angels and archangel. Radiating from the synagogue like ripples in a pond, townspeople of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forum, theaters, and run-in of household from planetary house to huts. It was an entire web of cities.

"tinker's dam it, I can't move,"the Tempter cursed, barely able to speak. He wasn't the just one cursed ; every superior of Torture and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my conclusion. Now, learn the confessedly conflict between our speciality and let repent be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a late authoritative articulation as he clapped his hand together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the inkiness fix shattered into tens of million of marbles, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitational outcome and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the battlefield with each weighing as much as a hale star. With the Laws of physics altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like indestructible meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without mercy, piercing the Hell Prince and each devil uncountable times, each experiencing an murder like twenty loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

Phosphorus, the Masters of anguish, and the giant didn't even have meter to scream as their bodies were pierced tens of one thousand thousand of times, each filled with more cakehole than a dish sponge. From the f number and power of the falling wits, aerosolized daimon stemma filled the air and soma, sinew, and bone were shredded as if in a liquidiser. Upon contact lens with the ground, a immense debris cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the soil, bedrock, and endless layers of endocarp, using only their weight and momentum. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a single trace of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In blank space of the field of honor, a massive pit had been carved into Hell, deepening every second as the blanket of black trap marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with deafening hand clapping upon the homecoming of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the Hell Prince and a low army of Titan-level ogre. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down similar kidskin on a trampoline, the Archangels were clapping as loudly as potential ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, molly, and Rosemary pounced on him as if despairing to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"Molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how brawny Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the avowedly challenge was staving off tedium,"he joked before pulling her stopping point and giving her a foresighted, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the electronic network of Rome-like cities scattered across the city. Baltoh grin gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when hellhole was under the jurisdiction and control of Jehovah and Heaven. The holy person and Archangels lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this kingdom for their crimes. Originally, there were hundreds of these cities scattered across Hell, like the forts that dotted the roman border bulwark that served as lowly towns for soldiers. These colonisation were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the Throne of Scheol and took it over, turning it into a kingdom of Demons."

"well skipper, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of firing destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"Rosmarinus officinalis mused, relighting Baltoh's smile before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his powers to increase the tycoon of his spokesperson so that everyone would hear him. The armored following all became dumb, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim Hell in the name of light and judge. However, you can not survey me past this point, as my next destination is the Dunes of Sloth. You are all to return to the Sea of Envy, the metropolis of ira, the electrocution Pastures and the rest of the Ash Fields, and continue freeing innocent souls. I know the following lap very well, and conceive me when I say that it is better if I bring as few the great unwashed as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed grumbling and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of Hell, the area we've actually covered and the number of innocent person is miniscule compared to the entireness of this planet. There is still a lot of work to be done in the areas we've crossed. If you truly compliments to assist me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in letdown and frustration, the firm Crusader obeyed Baltoh's monastic order and turned around, going back to do a second sweep of the intersect land. Baltoh then turned to genus Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned city, peering into the homes and edifice as he sampled the lost finish. Selene, Molly, rosemary, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the just ones with him, the rest of the Archangels having left with the Crusaders to help fight any Titans of maestro of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to figure out his true logical thinking for sending away the desolate U. S. Army. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, various multiplication older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying more aid to your milieu. After all, contrary to what you've been told in nirvana, you are in the former abode of your predecessors. human race is far quondam than you know, and the Archangels that came before you are the ace who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the next desert and celebrate going through hellhole ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those police force that I said even I couldn't break ? One of them controls drift through Hades ; you can only move from one circle by crossing through the others between you and your goal. Basically, as far as crossing over through the dimension with Angel big businessman go, you can only jump back and Forth between different surface area of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Hades and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even big, the Dunes of Sloth have even more rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping farsighted length, and no super-speed. The entirely way to cross the desert is on foot. As long as tenebrous exists, so will those rule ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his turf,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to take the air across the entire circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his metrical unit hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't get hold of the social reformer with us. If we are traveling on foot, why can't they follow ?"genus Selene inquired.

"rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign placed on the face of the building, taking a minute to decode the unusual accent of Enochian.

"The Dunes of slothfulness have another figure, they are known as the Desert of the Lost. It's a shifting sea of moxie that can hide and reveal anything at any sentence. It also causes hallucinations. If we took our regular army in there, we would be lucky to come up out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the doomed is of a very unequalled categorization of levels of Hell, in that the Hell Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the the pits Prince of Sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his spirit is fused with the Desert of the Lost, meaning that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to work thoughts, but his free energy and oppressive existence are still rich people and powerful. The daimon and Gargoyle universe in the desert is unsufferable to measure out, as they can be swallowed by the littoral zone and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be niggling to no luck of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a pocket-size cavern chamber, gazing with almost a sad facial expression on his face. The walls were decorated with trinkets and artifact, ranging from bronze goblet, daggers, and flint-lock pistol, to band, flasks and watches, all ranging across time on Earth and each tens of chiliad of hell years old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were cartoon strip of wearable, chainmail, and even armor. A knoll was strung up across the sleeping accommodation, made from trees from the Isle of the Damned. The cave entry looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering raft 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 tire of fight, I would come here to kip. I picked this cave because the Dunes of Sloth are the last place anyone would presume expression for me. Even passe-partout of Torture and Titans are afraid of forever becoming lost in the littoral. But luckily, it's just close enough to the Desert of pridefulness so that I can find it and forget it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his digit through the strips of fabric hanging from the ceiling.

genus Selene picked up an old pocket scout from one of the ledge carved into the paries. It looked so fragile ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a impression of beautiful fair sex. The glass face of the watch was so cloudy and scratched that the hands and act were invisible and the motion picture was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even material body out the woman's tomentum colouration. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be Thomas More accurate, they are the property of the people that I am made of. When the great unwashed come to inferno, they bring everything they had on them at the meter of their demise. knight, soldiers, cop, public executioner, fathers, sons, brothers… Their combined spirits and will created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every quoin of infernal region for their belongings, trying to sympathise who I am and who I was. I guess that my seeking has prevented my around-the-clock Demon massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the knoll, making it creek.

"Damn, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the catamenia of fourth dimension in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human humans and find this place still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the wander branches of the hammock, remembering the time and skill it took to prepare and flashing back to each mortal part.

Selene had a quick smiling on her face, getting a unequalled satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as homo as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"ejaculate on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chains linking them together, the grouping of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any chance, he refused to risk losing anyone to the gumption. The going was far obtuse than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy sand dune is unmanageable, but unlike the dunes back on globe, the towering hills of sand did not outride still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like wafture on the choppy ocean, meaning that walking a straight person bloodline and staying balanced was impossible. Everyone gave the mental order for their armor to disappear, greatly lightening their weight and making the hard trek easier, but it was still a unredeemed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible Mar 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 ground, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in shock, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the Inferno happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his totally consistency shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the undercoat becomes the sky. This desert is blockheaded with reality-bending rules that not even I may violate. I can't even cast a spell because it will immediately disappear and re-emerge in the outer space around the major planet. If I were to try and remove the desert with a black hole like I did before, it would seem in space above the isle of the Damned and nigh likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a celestial sphere of water supply in his hand, only for it to disappear 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 conclude to hold back moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any trouble. Don't concern, I may not be able to cast any spells, but I am more than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't headache, in this desert, time caisson disease in ways that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the binding of a grit dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving moving ridge from a vast freight ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and impact. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the sea base, the recession dune had lowered the Sand level and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of multitude, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with feel of hapless torment on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for assist. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the shit out me."

"What were they ?"Rosemary asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the other masses in nether region. The Desert of the doomed serves as the prison for four kinds of evildoer ; suicide victims that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their pain, faineant worthless parasites that helped no one, cowards that allowed law-breaking and disaster occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive invalid that devoted their lifetime to one thing and close out everyone and anything else. Their crime is simple : they denied themselves the reality and chose to live in darkness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their annoyance from life in an endless cycle while their nous are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning power of Belphegor.

self-annihilation victim and people who brought forth their own wretchedness and sadness into their minds are played their lives over and over again beneath the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin, sloths and Noel Coward are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed tragedies to take topographic point to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in aliveness and turned away from the macrocosm lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the patch, Belphegor floods their brain and souls with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opponent of an antidepressant. It is a dire fate, one that truly con my inwardness when I think about it. But we will not be capable to serve any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and withdraw him from power, so we must stay on onward.

Everyone be measured, as your mind may very well become your worst 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 well-heeled. More metre was spent waiting for a dune to pass beneath their feet than actually exhausted walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's index seeping into their minds, causing each of them to see nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with shame, ire, and green-eyed monster. Baltoh had always been his sworn foe, even when they fought together against the Demons. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to Scheol, 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 stronger than him, wiping the floor with the archangel in every fighting, and now he was a god, spitting in the face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only thing greater than his hatred was his disgrace, ignominy that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor boost so high. As his direction on Baltoh grew and grew, his sight began to glaze over and his earreach became muffled.

Next in line was Raphael, he too experiencing genial tumult as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and heard him say. He had been right every time, shaking Raphael's notion to its inwardness. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could control both faint and swarthiness as well as the power of the existence proved that there was a tier of divine power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the urban center that stood in the onetime Ash subject field, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when Hell was different. He had always been told that Lord created Heaven, Hell, and world and brought off life story. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a god of equal power to Jehovah, came later and managed to steal Hell from the Angels themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create spirits like Godhead and Tenebrous could create garden angelica and Demons, but he could produce real life, giving entities two biography times in cosmos. Was this why Angels and garden angelica fell and became Gargoyles and Demons ? Did they lose their faith in Jahvey because they new the accuracy that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jehovah and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, sand began to cling to his skin and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the moxie dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crew of hoi polloi, entombed in stone with face of wretchedness on their faces as they reached upwards. With the primer coat lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the rough jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the sharp protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause scathe. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their animal foot and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his head from side to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten lbf.. In his brain, he began to excogitate the possibility that he would not make it this journeying through snake pit, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like fly front, he had seen armies of Crusader rise up and free the innocent individual of Inferno, and he had seen the impossible turn common. But now a mere desert was making Baltoh, a real number god in the physique, practically powerless. They had made it so far through sin, but now the reliable power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the wolf, trying to face the god of darkness while literally walking through his enceinte advantage.
‘ It has to be a sand trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is tear his fingers and create an army of Hell Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh fight in an ineluctable stalemate. Even now, we're completely lost against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should have come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely unaware of the hard sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in line was Molly, who felt so sick that she almost expected to hold up. While she walked, her judgement had begun to rove, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to count into. computer memory of her torture and death at the hands of the Demons back in New York were seeping into her subconscious the like ink on whiten framework. She had shed her soul body and had one that held no scar of her torment, she had come to condition with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel organic structure, and she had even been intimate and found honey, yet she could not shake up away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is untimely with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to suffer moved on, but it all tactile property so fresh and recent. Maybe something really is faulty with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by genus Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the first thing I do to distribute with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the nooky is wrong with me ? ! I'm aught but a desperate whore, getting used by everyone and doing nix about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and depression as her idea began replaying her torment in vivid detail over and over again, all while her body moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling Baroness Dudevant sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still awake. Its red eyes glowing, the conglomerate of sinner roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and snaffle them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy tide. No one paid any aid to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain of mountains and walk in presence of molly was rosemary, struggling to move through the sand dune while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her essence felt like a cold stone in her chest of drawers, yet incertitude and despair was pumping through her vena. Not too long ago, she had been intimate with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic trammel of love, she gave into her deep, iniquity, black desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would experience allowed a radical of alien to gang bang her on his slightest whimsy. Then, after that alliance was made, he reduced her to one of his concubines, using her as just an component in an binge, where she threw herself and obeyed the women 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 tidal bore and willing to change it. She wasn't his buff ; she was his property.

With each footprint she took, these twisted lies were repeated in her thinker. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and regret, and just like mollie, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No thing how knockout she tried to agitate it off, she could not rid herself of her fright, fear of the future. She was only a few feet from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more isolated. What would their human relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their touch sensation for each other, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human life ? Had the openness she felt for saturnalia and letting him fuck former woman been her subconscious trying to evidence her that the way she felt wasn't really ? That their love was nothing more than sex wrapped in a thin humeral veil of assumed emotions ? Even if their beloved was hard, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to think that God loved humans and loved his Archangels, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't care less and didn't pain in the ass to get involved, she couldn't help but enquire if that was the same lot she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an Lord deity. What hope did she stimulate of being able-bodied to sustain the interestingness of someone who could shape the universe itself ? How could she keep the attending of someone who could create life and modification reality ? With such a vast difference between them, was there even a hazard of maintaining their erotic love, or would this be like a adolescent daughter trying to keep a relationship with a boy who had just become the rule of another country that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these doubt over and over, her body was flooded with despair. She was so terrified of the expectation of the end of their family relationship that her entirely body was trembling and she could not prevent bout from running down her cheeks. With her senses beginning to fade, she reached out to touch him, as if to figure out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my biography. 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 honey for you. If we drift apart, then zippo will ever reach me glad again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be capable to kibosh myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden full stop. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to verbalise."Michael, while our tycoon may not take in been equal, you were my competitor and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the trueness and I'm glad we can finally be friends, because your allegiance was so much like mine that we could sustain been like Brother. I have always regretted that he had to be foeman instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your religious belief is lost, don't lose yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the human beings, shape your own world 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 lead anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost faith in ourselves. That is where true enduringness comes from ; resolve and confidence.

Molly, you are far stronger than you give yourself acknowledgment. It is unheard of for an Angel to recover from scars in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a feel that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the form of liaison, as that exclusively means you were too inviolable to let your death slow you down and smash your future. You truly are solid and it's why I love you.

Rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be glad for the bail bond we percentage. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would satisfy you. You are significant to me, and I will always keep you in my middle and get it on you. I love you, Rosmarinus officinalis. I know you've always wanted to see me say those words, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a fond smile."Even with my godly force, there is no way for me to properly express how very much I love you and how I always will. I could take every superstar in the universe and save a poem in the sky, describing my cultism to you, but I would still conceive it a failure to depict you depth of my passion. I could create a planet with animation, solely for the function of allowing a species to evolve until it is able to take a sound so beautiful that I would use it to make a symphony to try and let you be intimate how happy you make me, but it would never be honest enough. Selene, I love you with all my heart and soul, the fondness that I have only because of you."

The power of his words instantly took affect, eliminating all mental toxicant of the Desert of the Lost. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric horse sense of a weight being lifted off their shoulder so outstanding that they couldn't commend the last time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their original bite and the slow-forming membranes of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio crumbled into sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with Molly falling to her knees, rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the free weight of his oral communication, 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 thinker the altogether time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his hood like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to tell when you are hurting. I figured saying the password you all needed to pick up would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosmarinus officinalis below, nuzzling his deal like an tender cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's words, everyone followed him with renewed energy. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to defeat Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not go wrong. As they walked through the desert, they encountered Sir Thomas More and more cover peril and enigma beneath the sands. dune would revolve aside to reveal cocooned spirits with facial expression of agony, devil and Bleaks that would rise for only a second and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journey, they even encountered bird of passage of the desert.

The blamed souls were few and far between, but they all had similar tatter for clothes that covered their trunk and almost all carried some variety of walking stick. They paid absolutely no aid to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost unity. These are the souls who wasted their life-time in selfish and fruitless obsession, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all sentiency, and because of it, they are often the first ones to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this dot, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to put across with them, as we are zip but ghosts in their creation,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped chief to toe in rags 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 grit and rubble was moving towards them and growing in sizing and elevation.

"Damn it, that is really going to slacken us down."



abandonment loose motion for protection, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armour var., using the lawsuit to keep the air current and Sand from blasting them. While the going was ho-hum before, everyone now ducking in the wind as they tried to walk through the splashing waves of sand had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to screen his middle and font from the sand, ineffectual to do anything to stop it in the desert. He had to diddle by Tenebrous'formula while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the Dunes of slothfulness. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping steady footing was next to unacceptable. In just a few instant, everyone was basically walking in their own sandlike humanity, only with the Ernst Boris Chain 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 voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the wind died down and everyone looked up, gasping in repugnance. A George Sand dune, as large as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, moments before the sand dune fell and enveloped them.

being tossed through the tides like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the string for lamb life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very glum presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a power darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the initiatory time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his spirit, as the chain around his waist suddenly became slack. The mountain range had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the sand, grasping her hand.

She held on desperately with terror radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's enduringness, her hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the laws of Tenebrous siphoning whatever power he built up, Baltoh could do nothing as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the Sand around him disappeared and he fell into open space, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his eyes widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized wandflower, red as blood with everything from headliner to planet, all inhabited solely by Demons, Gargoyles, behemoth, and Masters of Torture. Compared to this galax, the population in pit was little to a greater extent than a tiny tongue of the population, like comparing a belittled bacteria culture to all the life on Earth. Even though it was an actual Galax urceolata, the space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and sound to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made fall particle look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the shopping center of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmos in s, he came to the infrangible spunk of the coltsfoot ; a flaming whirlpool as blanket in diam as an stallion solar organization, and hovering over the center was a black throne, made from human and Demon bones. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the queen of hellhole, Tenebrous.

The god of wickedness had a somewhat similar build to all demon, but was mostly unparalleled. Instead of greyish lightlessness, his hide was a cryptical bloody red and he was far more muscular than any ogre or Gargoyle, with blackness spike running up his legs and forearms. He had three lot of horns, two like a goat's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his glower jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his braincase almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old hooter, and above them hovered a crown of hellfire. Instead of wing, he had a cape that grew out of his small rachis and reached upwards past his head with five bony ridge keeping it fixed. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm tree of a immense webbed hand. His oculus were jet with fervid fleur-de-lis, he had slit-like nostril instead of a android olfactory organ, and his abnormally large humble jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight base in height, practically a rodent or dirt ball when compared to the Titans 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 ideate, the day in which I would finally battle someone as right as I. Welcome, Baltoh, receive to your doom."His Holy Writ literally carried so a good deal weight that anyone of Angelica Archangelica point or lower would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrious stood up, holding his weapon out to his side."Behold ! The armies of snake pit, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and arrogate your powers, I will disembark from nether region and use this galaxy of followers to suppress all of Cinereo, and then, paradise itself !"

"What did you do with my Friend ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my sphere and destroy everything I have worked to make. I decided to just bring to me so that we could agitate this conflict 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 beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore sword of red and melanise metal, the same kind of metal that Old Nick's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate fight begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a diagonal chopper to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own blade and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a major disappointment if you think you can fight me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright flash as their swords met, shining for a few arcsecond before fading. As the light receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each other and 30 feet of space between them. Almost the entire vane of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the demon King had a huge cut going through his thorax, carving through the result side of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his heart.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and luminousness bending around the jet-black brand."And you're a major disappointment if you think I would push you with a sword of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the matter of a black gob and has the Lapp tightness and weightiness of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitational wrench is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic stage. For the passing moment, it is able to suck light itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any defending team weaker than itself. Now, draw your real sword and contend me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true daimon Martin Luther King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very good, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your request and look you ; no magic trick, no laws, just raw power."Appearing in his hand, another claymore appeared, this one with a sword of condensed Hellfire, almost like the pack together flames of a star."Now let the battle of the gods truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and interlock swords.



Selene's burnished green eyes opened and she groaned in rawness, feeling like a brake shoe that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the visor of her helm, but could not discern any of her surround, as the chalk was covered with some sort of gooey substance. While her whole physical structure ached, she managed to pilfer her deal and wipe off most of the slime. Blinking to clear her visual modality, she looked around at her surround and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some sorting of carven with the walls, trading floor, and cap made of slimy flesh. She looked down both charge of the corridor, barely capable to see in the darkness.

Wincing in painful sensation, she slowly got to her feet, glad she was wearing her airtight armor as she realized that her whole eubstance was covered in the mucus-like slime of the fleshy cave. However, her hair was hanging out of the back of her helm and it had turned to rope from the gunk. Trying to stay on her feet, she raised her energy spirit level, burning away the goo and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her part echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the piece of tail am I ?"She asked, if only to get some symmetry through the audio of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a wispy voice murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated paries for the source of the voice.

"In here…"the spokesperson whispered as a minor tremor shook of the faithful of the bulwark.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the crimp, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were officious peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt spirit on his face and rake oozing from his lesion that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Mexican valium of Gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to exist suffer until the end of fourth dimension inside the Hell Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you misfortunate man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the sponge and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her blazonry around the frail principal and tried to pull him free of the sarcoid prison, but his arm almost appeared to have fused with the bulwark. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the audio of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh prick, I am so sorry,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't thing, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand years, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to sense my body get peeled away by those tiny bugs and the strength pulled from my organic structure by Baal. There is cipher that can smart me after what I've experienced."

"Don't trouble, you'll be liberate soon. My boyfriend is going to toss off Tenebrous and release all the clean-handed souls. But I need to know, have got you seen anyone in here with armor like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was White. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the Angelica Archangelica. Ok, thank you,"genus Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her power level raised to illuminate her course, knowing that there could be peril around every recession. She felt like the television camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with erstwhile gourmand, all locked within the wet folds and in different phase of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Sanzio, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

Leaping over a pit in the trading floor, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the dark like a geyser was a swarm of the parasitic Gargoyles, famished and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of Stanford White fire !"she shouted before pointing her script down into the pit and launching a deluge of flame almost as hot as the airfoil of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a niggling heartburn !"she said to herself with a smile as she listened the screams 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 terms she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the inside of the fleshy burrow didn't even have a single burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden culmination of the walls countered her incredulity. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine shaft, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her position. All the people trapped in the folds of the wall moaned in bother from the sudden bowel movement. Hoping for different outcome, Selene aimed her helping hand at the tightening tunnel."Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her center from the luminousness, she fired a massive radio beam of electricity, hoping to muck up the tunnel back loose. The closing tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it whole like starving man stuffing his face. No terms had been done ; her approach was a failure. Cursing the site, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a child in a slide. After falling a hundred animal foot, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a bank building along the side of a pool of stomachic dose, as boastfully as a pool. With the speech sound of movement echoing from the shaft behind her, Selene cursed and spring across the green bubbling pool.

sibilation as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing amphetamine, they pulled genus Selene down into the syndicate and the gastric window pane consumed her. Beneath the open, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the wooing airtight, but she could already finger the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer stratum and her hair's-breadth had already been disintegrated.

Drawing forth her blade into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a large flap of her wings, propelling herself out of the pocket billiards. Having landed on the former side with her armor now looking like a melting wax sculpture, she quickly clapped her hands together and spew a healing magic spell."Celestial Art : clip refill !"

Through a minor form of time alteration, she began to restore her armor, returning it to its original land, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the backer used in times of exorcism.

A loud scuttling phone drew her attention and she raised her headland with a curse. Crawling out of the folding of the sarcoid rampart were billions of the worms and spidery parasites that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"Angel Art : sanctum Burn !"
Shining brighter than a stage light, a inundation of golden flames surged down from the following corridor, forcing genus Selene to pass over her eyes and shield herself with her wings. The holy flaming filled the bedroom like a flood, incinerating the parasites but leaving Selene unhurt. As the smoke cleared, genus Selene opened her annexe and looked at the castor. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"shucks, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any familiar faces, trust me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to rule Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be wanton. Baal's consistence is basically one giant web of stomachs and the interiors are almost completely immune to damage. My spells and sword just slide off like oil on water."
"well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to encounter a real release, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the ground, larger than Mt. Mt. Everest and continuously spewing Forth sess and pure molten gold instead of magma. Castles and dungeons had been built into the side of the volcano with damned soulfulness streaming in and out, either going in to receive their punishment or coming out with Au bricks tied to their bodies with barbed telegram, weighing them down to the point where they could barely move and lacerating their flesh. For over a hundred statute mile, the Din Land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with stack of personal possessions, taken from those condemned to the Circle of avaritia.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artifact stretched from across sentence, including objects such as Persian coins, silvery jewelry, and bricks of dollar bank note. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chain of endocarp, leading to the veins of dissolve gold beneath the land. There, the damned soul would cast away their glossy weights back into the fervor and march back to the spate to call back it in a solid state physique so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery pits was a roadblock of mess, literally making it a round of Hell.

In this world, there were four kinds of penalisation : you either carried the atomic number 79 to the quarry where they would be melted back down and flow back to the vent while barbed telegram cut through your muscleman like a hot knife through butter, you would labor in the volcano to realize the Au bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to melt down off the off-white, you were thrown down into the cavity where you were boiled in fade gold with your body always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the sight of gewgaw or cherished metals, forever feeling your clappers 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 entail certain dying if it drew the Hell Prince to them. There was little fortune for selection against mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"molly asked, looking around to stimulate indisputable that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just throw for the border and hope we can leave unnoticed. From there, it's all a topic of trying to find our bearings. But I know cypher for for sure, as I have never been to hellhole. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the rattling outskirts of the truthful circle."

"Intruders !"a devil howled pointing down at them from atop of James Jerome Hill of ripped clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her script at the Demon and launched a blast of lightning, but the brute dodged the eruption and returned with a Dark Pulse, all the patch alerting every demonic entity in the area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blow, causing it to stoop and change direction midstream.

"monster Art : Debt recovery !"

Bursting from the ground, a gaunt script reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but Molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even agnize he was in her shadow, she decapitated it from behind with a swing music of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the soil, the holler of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, ogre and Gargoyles swarmed around mollie and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to make for the border !"Molly said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the undercoat, the two fighters swerved between the quite a little of junk with the forces of Hell firing beam of Energy Department down to try and hit them. Each pretermit beam would get a dynamic blowup, throwing artefact and trapped souls into the air like pinch of dirt. As they glided at top speed, a cadaverous hand burst from the ground and grabbed Molly's ankle. The Sinner was not nearly strong enough to overpower her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jolt was enough to destabilize Molly and send her wheeling across the ground.

"mollie !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot by her.

mollie looked up and her center widened as a building-sized pile of gold bricks was directly hit with a nighttime beat, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the pile to incline over and form an avalanche of crushing metallic element. rule amber could never smart mollie in her normal form, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break bones, and she could not become impalpable and qualifying through it.

"Celestial Art : crack cocaine Scythe !"she called, creating her chopper.

Swinging it like a colossus fan, she created a powerful gale force wind, more powerful than any earthly concern storm. The powerful hint and the brand of energy it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monsters in the air. The beasts were knocked out of the sky, many due to split bones and a few from getting melon-sized yap blasted in their chests. With another flap of her backstage, she launched herself forward, gliding above the solid ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A thundery roar pushed aside Molly's acquired authority as a literal pot of old possessions erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the form of a colossal turtle with armored legs, neck, and brass and fortress on her back, brimming with cannons. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glowing optic, the turtle swiveled her cannon in their commission and began firing Dark heartbeat, tossing the fighters through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its cooking stove, then it can't hurt us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a pile of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to stay low to the ground. If we go up above the muckle, that thing will scud us out of the sky,"Molly said as she picked up a over-embellished golosh strap-on, having obviously been worn by a woman in a tragic sex-related expiry. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet genus Selene and rosemary would get a bitch out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, Molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like stinkpot through a maze, with the polo-neck quickly losing sight of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"mollie laughed.

"monster Art : nicety play !"the turtleneck bellowed. Instantly leaving a way of wipeout through the junkyard, she caught up to Molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh jack ! Celestial Art : transonic Sprint !"Molly swore.

"angel Art : Crusading lope !"Gabriel shouted in round.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, mollie and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the polo-neck reactivated the piece and chased after them, leaving another track of wipeout in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper f number, the turtle took aim with her cannons and hit them both with a direct barrage of dark pulsing, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armour like a pair of racecars.

"I have an idea, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to outride awake as she used a spell to repair her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the polo-neck like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The beams of light caused massive amounts of devastation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each shock touch to the clangoring and explosion of a propane truck. But regardless of the wrong inflicted, the fortress would repair itself like build through a healing while, insuring that the cannons were always operable. While Gabriel distracted the beast, Molly went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : Star parturition ! Celestial Art : null solemnity !"

She fired the small sphere of red visible light as the second spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery jiffy, a miniature 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 : cleric Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the riffle turtle with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with Sir Thomas More mogul than a planing machine crash and instantly shattered every off-white and photographic plate in her body. blood and guts sprayed in all direction as the turtle was ripped opened like a bloated carcass, sending blades of bone through the air that were as strong and knifelike as metal.

"shucks, she was roughneck,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not sturdy enough. Come on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his steel.

No Oklahoman had the flame blade been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their knees by a dark energy on the air, making their limbs feel like pinhead. The aura was partnered with a flash monstrous roar, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of mammon, perdition Prince of Greed.



Rosmarinus officinalis's oculus 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 medium-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's bedroom. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the other side of the room. The floor had lavish carpeting and the bulwark were decorated with house painting and statues of naked figures, many in the midriff of affair. There were no doors or windows in the room and no visible root of brightness other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hue of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the candy kiss of the air or the bit of the alloy trammel, but rosemary quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to draw on her powers to recover her armour or break her binds, but she could not summon up the military capability. She was not tired or sleepy, but her body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my land,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front of rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her black hair and grey peel whole step, the womanhood looked exactly like rosemary ; same torso, same tiptop, same face, same everything. She too was completely defenseless, standing two feet below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the line that was being worn into her neck by her metal collar.

"The Circle of Lust,"the charwoman answered as she leaned forward and brag on Rosemary's boob, tickling her nipples to full points with her breathing space. Rosemary shivered at the dead spark of rousing at the teasing of her let on dead body. She tried to sharpen her mind, needing to regain mastery and physique out a way to free herself.

"Are you the hellhole Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this demesne, but"Prince"is just a lightheaded sobriquet. I have no gender or consistency early than the one I want, and I decided that I like your physical structure ; this sweet innocent trunk,"she said coyly before running her natural language up Rosmarinus officinalis's flat belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the center of her chest of drawers.

Rosmarinus officinalis's breathing became ready and shallow as she tried to oppress the muscular haste of arousal and horniness that swept through her. The sensual pinch of this stranger's glossa against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take spare special caution of you, so I decided that since you are an duplicate limited guest, I would show that hell isn't only about bother and torture. You can also enjoy in endless pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of rosemary's adolescent titty.

rosemary turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to Master Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her fingerbreadth into Rosemary's pussy, swirling it between the soft lips. rosemary could feel something different from this cutaneous senses, like the cleaning woman's finger carried an electric charge. It was as if she were working a novelty daze toy in her pussy, making it next to insufferable to crush her pleasure.

"This is Lust Lightning, the power which I use to fry the deuced person here. But this is a special talent for you, you'll experience pleasance that will mock your wildest fantasy,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between rosemary's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the Prunus persica flesh with her tongue.

rosemary's whole organic structure was blushing red and every breath carried the softest moan as she desperately tried to suppress her arousal and keep her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her clothes were gone. With her limbs secured to the coldness stone rampart and the alloy shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being capable to resist Asmodeus, rosemary's archetype rebelliousness was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her thighs were break with the wetness from her moistening cunt and she was crying in shame, having given her soundbox and mind to Baltoh and now being used by this swayer of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three digit into Rosemary's cunt and was fucking her furiously while licking off the snag that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't headache, babe, you're my attribute now. Once you have your orgasm, your soul will belong to to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't occupy it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to save her smooth legs pressed together, but unable to overpower her restraints.

Ignoring her whimper, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's kitty-cat. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her long serpent-like tongue, gently prodding Rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. rosemary struggled not to react to the burning pleasure between her stage, but diminished chap of reddish blue light were popping around Asmodeus'natural language as she used low shocks of luxuria Lightning to pester and energize her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouthpiece of her lover, Asmodeus locked her brim with the rim of rosemary's dripping cunt, hungrily drinking in her juices. Stimulating her clit with her rim and flexing her yearn wet tongue inside the velvet interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a headmaster, making it next to out of the question to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was remote Asmodeus'castle, fighting through legion of Demons.

The garden angelica had seen the"Prince"of Lust nobble the unconscious Valkyrie and take her to the mellow pillar of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the William Henry Gates of her mountain-sized black castle, deep in the bouldered crags of infernal region. The rook was split into three tower that pierced the blacken boom clouds and made the skyscrapers on ground look like two-story huts. It was made from the petrified soundbox of raw men and adult female and along with being formed and placed to ply social structure for the palace, they were also arranged in rarify positions like frozen dancer, reenacting scenes of intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower tower where phallic shaped, and between the trio of spire, ear-splitting cleft of violet electricity would arch across the stormy sky like the machines of the Frankenstein story. lust Lightning surged through the pillar in repeating, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to glow like twinkle. The unvarying jounce brought onward riot of agony from all the multitude used like bricks to make the statue, experiencing a deadly electrocution various prison term each minute.

Unlike the rest of sin, the sexuality distribution of the daemon was equal, with both male and female beast coming out to fight him. The rest were in the castling dungeon, raping the spirits that had not been used to do the social organization. Women were raped to the point where humans would die, forced to experience the pain in the neck and humiliation of eternal monster all taking turns on them, tearing them to firearm from the inside out with their barbed cocks and feeling the acid con game as special K of cum were sprayed into their hemorrhage mangle bodies and onto their naked shape. Often, their breasts or ass boldness were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butchered bit of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly barbarous destiny, being secured in Iron Maiden-style cages that had tail piercing their limbs and torsos, as well as a duration of barbed wire holding out their natural language. The simply part of their bodies that weren't covered by the cage parallel bars were their circuit, where their penises had been forced to take full erections by the superpower of a rigidity spell. ineffectual to incite or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female Demons used them as pleasure hard worker. However, like their male counterparts, the crotch of the female fiend were more harmful than any human or animals ’. Their pussies were like gist grinders, with the interior rampart lined with rooftree and blades as hard and penetrative as glass. insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the material body of a man's member like a dowel pin on a lathe, but with a lot more blood and mutilation, only for their injury to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to mate like breeding bulls, the men would howl as their batting cage shocked them almost endlessly with Lust Lightning.

Firing Spears of lot from his workforce to polish off the devil as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his center fixed on the top of the gamey tower, knowing that rosemary was in utmost danger.

"Hang on Rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, Rosemary too was coming. Against her will and determination, her torso had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, boozing in the succus that sprayed from Rosemary's slit like a hose. As Rosmarinus officinalis achieved her orgasm, her eye began to fade in color as she entered a trance-like state. The rite was taking affect, her soul was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the shadows of your head,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



Rosemary slowly opened her centre, unsure of the showtime whiz that greeted her. Was it the soreness in her dorsum and joints from her hunched-over lieu on all fours, the dripping of her saliva off the rubber gag in her mouth, or the flavour of the cold story and trammel against her wrists and ankle and the metallic element collar around her neck opening ? Her mind was a blurred blank and her eubstance felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the last thing she remembered was and her good sense were fluctuating randomly as her stupor slowly faded.

As her middle and muscles began to recover their sharpness, she tried to push herself up but could not move her hands or feet away from the base. She was shackled in lieu on all quatern. Seeing how far she could stretch out, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pond of light on a cold tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a crowd of multitude, forming a annulus around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to draw forth her wings or armour, but neither appeared, regardless of how intemperately she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't fall apart them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chuckles of entertainment from the men and cleaning woman watching her, making Rosmarinus officinalis blush in humiliation at the way they mocked her and stared at her nude body.

The clacking of high heels drew her tending and a cleaning woman came into opinion from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a blacken skirt, a gray suit jacket, and a duo of field glass resting on her nose with her hair in a bun. Her face showed a mix of serious-mindedness and boredom on her fount as she flexed a riding harvest in her hands. rosemary tried to speak to her, to foretell out Selene's epithet, but her gag muffled every Holy Writ.

At the sound of her gumming, Selene solidly tapped her on the face with the end of the crop."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my memory a fill in blank ?'Rosmarinus officinalis 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 sound of genus Selene's high cad clicking on the floor. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the hoi polloi watching the spectacle.

"paste your wooden leg,"Selene ordered.

Rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a backbreaking smack on the ass with the party whip, sending the magnificent sound echoing through the room. rosemary yelped as a stinging welt appeared on her left ass face, but the pain in the neck sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"banquet your legs,"Selene repeated.

Rosemary did as she was told, spreading her knees as far as she could and putting her twat on display. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather party whip playground slide across her inner thighs and light touch against the lips 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 young lady, and now everyone gets to take in as you get put in her place,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but gimcrack smack, causing the fluid hide on her peachy ass cheeks to gain a slight swell.

Hearing her words and feeling the strangers'heart boring on her exposed body filled rosemary with both embarrassment and arousal as her submissive side began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. Selene began smacking rosemary's ass with soft yet stinging smasher, making her shiver in joy as she was disciplined for an offense she had no knowledge of. By the metre Selene was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red with transient welt and she was shaking like a leafage, desperate for Sir Thomas More punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosmarinus officinalis's perspective, making her eyes as wide as dinner home base. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade cutis and her full breasts jiggled with each motility, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nil but her heights heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inches in diameter and almost a foot long. In Selene's manpower were the riding crop and the hold of a tercet, the other end being attached to the metal collar around Rosmarinus officinalis's neck. With a crack of the short whip, the metal shackles holding Rosemary to the story opened up like handcuffs.

"come on, walk like a little bitch,"Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all quadruplet, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her pussy already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her oculus were fixed on Selene's round ass, shifting from side to side with each nodding swing of her coxa. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the G-string strap nestled between her ass brass. With her strap-on dildo bouncing, Selene led Rosmarinus officinalis around the way, past the shadowy looker-on. The hidden strangers laughed at Rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunts and torment only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too behind, Selene would make a harsh Yankee-Doodle on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosmarinus officinalis back to the middle of the room and pushed her case down against the floor, unfastening her gag. Rosmarinus officinalis gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with spit. Selene raised her invertebrate foot, holding it just above Rosmarinus officinalis's face."Lick it."

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the ignominious skid, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing genus Selene's foot and mortise joint. genus Selene then pulled on the three, forcing Rosmarinus officinalis up onto her knee. Wrapping her fingers around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of Rosmarinus officinalis, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."suck it, suck it like a good little strumpet,"she growled, holding the tercet tight.

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her backtalk around the pencil eraser genus Phallus, bobbing her head back and forth and wishing it were real. The size and shaped she loved, but the contact and heat she missed. A heavy smack to her right tit told Rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous hurting. Obeying her mistress, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her pharynx. Grabbing Rosmarinus officinalis by the hair, Selene forced the completely toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, ineffectual to breath and feeling like she was about to vomit. With tears streaming down her face, she held still, trying to find some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and Selene held her hair. Finally, when she almost thought she would fatal out, genus Selene let go of her and rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her Chin and chest wet with dripping saliva.

pulling her back with the tierce, Selene waited until Rosemary's breath was unbendable before forcing her to come back and continue sucking it. Holding her set forth lips a centimetre from the top dog, Rosemary took her finale cryptical breathing place as the stratum of spit on the toy dripped onto her chest. She didn't take the unscathed thing in her lip, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the spit and applying fresh layers. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her breasts with the riding crop, making the sensitive physique good turn red with faint wale.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosemary's oral fissure and smacked her across the facial expression, knocking her to the earth. Pulling on her collar, she forced Rosemary onto her handwriting and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad miss need to be punished, are you make to be fucked with this big cock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's tomentum and pinched her tit brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, delight punish me with that big prick !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her whole body was shaking.

Spreading the lips of her pussy, Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping pussycat, entering her without any pause or clemency. Working her finger into rosemary's mouth, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to move as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a swiftness that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's focal ratio just continued to acquire, with her large firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosemary's pussy with the strap-on.

Her sass held give by Selene's fingers, rosemary looked around the room at the the great unwashed watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and upheaval and watched as they shifted their legs from their energetic arousal. The buffeting of her snatch with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and strong ; it was like getting fucked by a cold simple 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 quick Selene was moving, Rosemary wished she could look back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to cleanse off the dildo with her tongue and impertinence. Rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious snatch juice off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to lick her own kitty. Once it was unclouded and glistening, genus Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her hound. Holding onto Rosemary's thighs, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with marvelous skill, swinging her lower eubstance and pulverizing Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch with the toy.

Rosmarinus officinalis was whimpering and giving soft yell of felicity as the arduous natural rubber toy was driven into her. Her face was blushing red from the joyous intuitive feeling of her soundbox being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her pap, trying to get as a good deal stimulation as possible. Rocking back and Forth River on the cold base, 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 hired man and rubbed her breasts, bathing in the kinky feeling and the unforgiving pound of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eye for only a arcsecond when she felt someone snatch her hands. It was not genus Selene, as she had not let go of Rosemary's thighs. As her custody were pinned to the ground above her head, Rosmarinus officinalis opened her eyes and looked up at Molly's typeface and her bowling nut tit. Rosemary was dire, longing to pass on up and enclose her back talk around the blond beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to breastfeed my titmouse ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, delight let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and cosset her little sex slave, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across rosemary's face. The former Archangel immediately went to township on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft flesh with her wet clapper and suck on her nipples like a water nursing bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful thrust, Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosemary's breasts especially hard, coming just short of causing bruise. From the masochistic feel of her manus being restrained and her titty being whipped and the pleasurable compounding of the Brobdingnagian dildo pumping in and out of her snap and mollie's giving tits smothering her face, Rosemary was sent to the breaking tip.

She gave a shrill groan as she had her first coming, but unlike all of the former one, there was no jet of climactic juices spraying from between the lip of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the orgasm suddenly flooded her rima oris and pharynx as if they had been poured between her lips. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not find the root and the accession of Molly's white meat on her fount made her flavor like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her trap down feather and forced her to drink it all. While Rosemary was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the force of the two charwoman and the affright of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combining of the orgasm.

As the climax itself finally ended, the mysterious flood of kitty-cat juices stopped running down her throat and rosemary was able to breathe without problems. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her knife across her brim and throughout her backtalk, gluttonously savoring the taste of her juices as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and molly shifted positioning. With her genu on either position of Rosemary's head, molly set herself down on the sometime Archangel, smothering her face with her pussy and forcing her to figure out it.

Reaching out, molly grasped Rosemary's articulatio talocruralis and pulled them back, completely putting her slit and anus on display. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet arm of Molly's snatch, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt deal tentatively brushing against her still rear end and her pussy, and they weren't the work force of genus Selene and she was surely they weren't Baltoh. As the unknown rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their digit with her juices and began rubbing her shit, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. Rosemary was so horny that she was desperate to feel the finger's breadth penetrate her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

rosemary gave a sudden and pipe hum of pleasure as she felt a soft mouth going to sour on her wet puss, the unknown working their sassing on the entrance and flexing their tongue inside, stimulating her clit with expert skill. As her kitty-cat was orally stimulated, Rosemary felt the stranger insert their digit into her son of a bitch, working it back and Forth in the nasty wet wring, using her kitty juice as lubricating substance. As she tried to figure out who it was, she felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her tit, and the duration of the nails and blurriness of the bridge player told her it was Selene. The mavin was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosemary was struggling to emit with molly's delectably soft wet pussy smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their second gear finger into her whoreson, Rosmarinus officinalis noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something strange about the fingers, a moth-eaten hardness on the back of her finger. It felt… metal.

"Master,"Rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her natural language from Molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's pincer, he had never really used his hands very often during sex, so she never really got to make out them, but after he had become a god, his pincer had been replaced with the small metal plates on the vertebral column of his men and digit, and even though he had lost his retentive forked demon tongue, his business leader of pleasure went well beyond simple physical contact.

After respective arcminute of licking her pussy and fingering her SOB, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosemary looked up from under molly's pussy and graciously sucked his fingerbreadth clean with a expression of adoration on her face as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, rosemary laid her point back and Molly changed her position, getting in a crab-walk and burying rosemary's cheek with her firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this position, Molly was ineffectual to hold Rosmarinus officinalis's legs back, so genus Selene did it for her. With rosemary's legs scatter, Baltoh hefted his cock and guided it into her open up slit, desperate to palpate a large mass within it.

rosemary moaned as she felt him enter her, stretching her twat with his head and shaft. The sensation was much tart than ever before, his tool feeling so huge and hot in her slender body. The muscular missile was so quick inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the foremost meter, Baltoh forced his rooster back into her like a hammered wedge. Moving his whole body fast that he would kill a mortal woman or even an backer, he began fucking her with deep powerful shoves. Rosemary couldn't help but screaming in felicity as he fucked her into levels of pleasance that surpassed her wildest fantasies. He was slamming her cunt with his cock with the same speed that a hum Bronx cheer used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten s before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was prepare for the flood of her kitty juices to fill her mouth and pharynx. Knowing how to breathe, she gluttonously drank her pussy succus, even while she continued to clobber Molly's anus. Once her climax came to an end, Rosmarinus officinalis took a cryptic breath of reliever as Baltoh pulled out of her and Molly moved off her nerve. She was allowed a minute's reprieve before she was forced to remain, this time with genus Selene straddling her face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her knife between the glass-smooth mouth of genus Selene's pussy, Rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her motherfucker. However, it felt much different than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricant other than just corporeal fluids. It was as if her anus or his shaft had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dryness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his archetype pace, moving like the firing pin of a miniskirt gun as he pulverized the mysterious corners of her anus. Without the mysterious lubrication, such brutal hammer would be impossible to achieve without injury. Rosemary was giving an unending shrill riot, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the kinky eroticism of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her finger in rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the kickoff two times, rosemary was quickly brought to her third sexual climax.

Not sure how recollective she was out, rosemary briefly lost knowingness from her exhaustion, the toll of her sexual climax, and the sore numbness in her blue body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her bridge player and knee joint with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge rubber toy lying mostly in her pussy. Rosemary suddenly gave a loud shrieking as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by mollie. This was the first meter since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully crisp smell, it did land tears to her middle and pee her wince.

As she raised her brain, she felt a mitt roughly grab her chin and press her impertinence. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony expression on his face as he held his cock up, glistening with her corporeal fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her lip to suck up it clean-living and appease him. As she began bobbing her mind back and forth and blowing him, genus Selene and mollie both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her coxa and forcing her strap-on into Rosemary's pussy and mollie humping her doggy-style and fucking her SOB.

As they reached the perfect machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosemary's masochistic desired and grabbed her head, forcing his integral cock into her mouth. rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a piddling. bust were streaming down her facial expression from her press gag reflex and she was desperately trying to breathe, but she was on Cloud 9 in price of intimate ecstasy, being punished and violated while onlookers watched like the TV audience of ancient Roman gladiator battles.

As time went on, Rosemary slowly began to tramp towards unconsciousness, and she could swear her senses were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and cushy to the contact and she could no longer feel Molly's boob against her backrest or Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three room 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 hips and pulverizing her bruised pussy, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some cause, she did not feel alarmed by this foreign occurrence, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulder, Rosemary felt the clone behind her hold her up, so that two pairs of hand could seize her own. Looking around in the recess of her eyes, she saw two clon, one on either side of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her digit around their erect cocks. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to cave in them right paw occupation. With a huge cock in each hired hand, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the final exam in her pussy, her brain was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even describe the unfathomable sensations rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any More, she was forced to open her eyes as a rush of pleasance 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 clones and were all grinding against any divulge spotlight they could see. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her foundation, running their tongues across the sides of her chest and face, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her soundbox rubbing against the body of soul else, Rosemary had the nifty orgasm of her life. Her eyes rolled back into her promontory and her whole body began to vibrate. As her body was flooded with euphoric heat, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the pressure of fire hoses. seminal fluid overflowed and sprayed from her dickhead and pussy, mixed with the juices of her orgasm, as well as ran down her throat and filled her breadbasket. She was even blinded by thick white streams coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to locomote, so she just lay there as layer after layer of come coated her body. Before long, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the deep white sperm. It was like she was a atomic number 79 statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the ruler of the rophy of lustfulness lying below her. Both of their raw organic structure were glowing with a naughty aura as she slowly stole Rosmarinus officinalis's soul. The illusion created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest resource. The piece was powered by her sexual reaction to the illusion, with her arousal accelerating the operation.

As she drank in Rosemary's soul and watched her in the fantasy, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fiery wandflower of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough big businessman streaming from his sword to shatter a major planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a flurry of slashes to Tenebrous, but the Demon King blocked them all with his claymore of red region. As Baltoh was about to deliver his centesimal flak in the irregular, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the ribs with catastrophic tycoon, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of major planet, turning them into crumbling ring of flaming and stone.

"daimon Art : Book of Revelation eructation !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered satellite cores faster than the speed of ignitor. Putting Lucifer's ultimate flak to shame, he fired a black and red electron beam of energy knock-down enough to obliterate a solar system.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to falsify his trajectory or slacken down.

At the sound of his voice, a lake-sized swirl appeared in front of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the vacuum between dimensions where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the shriek blast, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final planet in the bantam pocket of space. With rubble and terrified devil flying around them, the two fighters began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made light particles look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the sentence of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed major planet, a right arm with pulsing muscles and black graduated table stretched like arctic and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine power so that Baltoh couldn't just break unblock of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's bureau at the collarbone, driving straight through his chest. tenebrous smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up blood line, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the Light around it, Baltoh's coat began to purl and expand with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearing as his consistency seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulating mantle took class into a barrel-sized nigrify mess, as unassailable and ponderous as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to wipe out light itself, the black mess grabbed tenebrous with its inconspicuous claws and slammed him into it like a bear hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in thwarting at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to flex his head enough to see Baltoh several millions of nautical mile away with his script raised.

"Celestial Art : mundane tragedy !"

With a snarling yowl, a burst of twisting attack and stone appeared above his head, taking form into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and vauntingly as a continent. level of bedrock appeared around the sphere, securing it tightly in unnumbered bed until the rut could not be sensed on the Earth's surface. With a wild blue yonder aura, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as sea crashed on its surface upon their nascency. Rising up from the soil, towering trees took root, looking for sunlight. The unharmed creation had taken only a handful of seconds to fill in and was almost a utter ecologic equivalent weight to Earth.

His face contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overcome the gravitational pull of the pitch blackness hole. Sending pulses of Inner Light across the creation, the major planet slammed into Tenebrous dead on, crushing him with its weight and the power of the pitch blackness hole as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the Black person fix and was pulled into the iniquity, waiting for Tenebrous to make his move.

The reply came with a blast laugh and a black supernova of shadow flame, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the Black hole and destroying them both. The darkness red region surged across the solar arrangement, obliterating the ruin planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, unable to even amount near him. In the shopping mall of the gyrating waterspout of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as potential in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



genus Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of tum and piece of ground of Baal, dodging the spikes of bod and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozens of stadium-sized chambers, filled with hoi polloi being melted in lakes of tum acid. While the plenty sickened them and they wished they could help oneself, their endeavor would cause no difference, and without Baltoh to create lawsuit of armour and wrick them into reformist, it would only slow them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to deliver souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the 3rd time we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to figure out the anatomy of this wight and find the esophagus so that we will give a straight shot to the sassing, but I don't think it's that uncomplicated. None of these stomachs seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to provide only distance for the anathemize and provide for the easily campaign of those sponger. I think damned soulfulness are deposited here some other way, possibly through enactment hidden within the crimp of these walls, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a closed circuit, but what if he tried to move through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A ogre like this must get colossal bloodline watercraft, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can superintend to combust through a wall of these gut and break into an artery, then we can use it to get to the marrow. Once there, we destroy the electronic organ and hopefully weaken this ogre sufficiency to make our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some sort of mucus membrane or spell, these paries are completely protected from strong-arm and vigour attacks."

"True, but we may be capable to remove that barrier if we stress the tissue paper 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 genus Selene drew a dismal lens of the eye in the air."celestial Art : quartz glass Ice Ray !"

The let go of beam of light sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size every second. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the chamber with a growing iceberg. After reaching the degree where it had blocked off all the passage, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the upcountry bulwark began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the soma, it still reacts to weight and impingement, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the moth-eaten first seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her word of honor, the soma around the margin of the ice began to tumefy and bruise as the weight cut off circulation through the capillary tube, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the gelid cold to get to work. With its arctic insect bite, the ice killed all the anatomy it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a single golf shot, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of blood poured down into the chamber, but knowing that the wound could close and bring around itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their qualm, they crawled through the river of monster blood, working their way through Baal's torso. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt like hours through the artery. After an unknown amount of time, the steady period of the blood became a pulsing surge, slamming into them with all the power of a flash flood and forcing them back. Even with their durability, they could not agitate the powerful beatnik of the nearby heart and were forced to chip at their way out. Landing in the chest cavity, Selene and Michael raised their business leader levels to burn off off the blood and then turned around, facing the philia of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the size of it of a storage warehouse and had a much different design than a man's or even most animals ’. It had mineral vein reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute bloodline through the organic structure and well over a twelve chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the bulwark of Baal's stomach. Would you care to do the honour ?"

With a smiling, Michael drew his flame steel."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a hopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downward slash of his sword, carving through the thick muscle without too a lot difficultness and causing a flood of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire bedchamber and forcing genus Selene to get hold of to the air to fend off getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now rule our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep voice laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping Fang appeared up above the warmness, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sidelong slash across the nitty-gritty out of nastiness. This lone drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a Demon as tooth to a brute that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any clock time, I could induce killed you without any trouble, but you proved to be very interest. 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 delectable,"he cackled as a tongue reached out and licked the fat lip that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"genus Selene laughed."The only matter that kept Baltoh from killing you Hell Princes was your ability to dodge his madness blast. The fact that you still live agency you either you have an army of sea captain of distortion and colossus guarding you or you're just so large that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also ridiculous, you lived for over 40,000 years in fear of his shadow."

"Know your spot, female child. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to melt in stomach. The lone reason why you were able to wax into my artery is because I let you out of sake ! There is nothing you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a booming laugh. Like a Bull lowering its automobile horn, genus Selene pointed the confidential information of her liquidness metal fender at Baal's backtalk. The mini solar system above her head that had replaced her halo moved between the wings, with the tiny planets now orbiting around the sun more like negatron around an nuclear nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's visible radiation grew in intensity.



shining as brightly as a star, a tongue of run gold and silver shot up from the astuteness of the vent, taking shape and solidifying. A infernal skeletal frame of pure sterling Hellsilver took variant with long claws extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like horns reaching up from the grinning human-like facial expression. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscles and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the face remained without flesh. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a thriving laugh, terrifying Molly and Gabriel. He then raised his manus and a ring of attack surged up from the peck around junkyard, like the Hellfire fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any luck of being capable to scat ?"mollie asked.

"Not a chance. I doubt even our charm will let us infract through that barrier, so our solitary promise is to fight him and Bob Hope for the best,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the Hell can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of rapacity weighed down on her like a heavy backpack.

"wellspring then all we can do is try and subsist long enough for help to come ! 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 time to dodge. Knowing that there was nothing they could do to transfer the situation, the fighter aircraft resolved to just buy as much metre as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Falls Art : shaft of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"mollie called, launching a colossal electron beam of blue electricity. Being like ants fighting an elephant in terms of size and strength, their piece had trivial affect on the infernal region Prince, causing only a stinging wound on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can vote out me with such pitiful approach ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a bang of ruby firing, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to falsify and mellow out from the propinquity to the blast. His unscathed right-hand side of meat badly burned and his annex incinerated, Gabriel was unable to stick around in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"mollie shouted in frustration, forcing herself to see away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized blockage of gold from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the operose projectile to shoot forward fast enough to give the sound barrier and cause a sonic gold rush. The cylinder block of gold slammed Mammon in the pectus, nearly causing him to lessen back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him roar in pain. This was the opportunity of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : cutting sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the onslaught would minify mammon's power.

With each texture impacting with enough military posture to drive through a storage tank, molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of debris, trying to diminish his heat energy and power like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the moxie and feeling it seal his power back into his body, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to back off and stood back up in the sass of the vent. Snarling in annoyance, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a glob of liquid Hellsteel, hitting Molly dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to free herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace molly, after summoning four promise Beacons to boost his specialty even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with fervency : Angel Art : burn lunation Slice !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy flames surging from his raised sword.

As his superlative increased, the tempest of fire grew in size and saturation, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the red region that was still burning. He swung his sword in circuit, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the blast to its maximum power. Roaring in finding, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at mammon with the fire compressed into a massive crescent blade, the sizing of a mutation stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the blast with his handwriting, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more strength than he had expected. Struggling to oppose the superpower of the blade, he released a brawny tangle to counteract the trembling of his body. Knowing that this was his one chance to bring down some heavy damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his strength, turning it into a twofold onslaught that overpowered mammon. The Hell Prince roared in torment as the eruption cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a vast slash across his chest that managed to break through his robe and muscleman of gold and break through five silver gray ribs.

"mollie, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their windowpane of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"molly beckoned from high in the sky.

Mammon had just plenty time to attend up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara River and the Victoria Falls poured down onto his molten ore consistency and his volcano, causing more steam and smoke to spew up than the volcanoes of Hawaii in a class. He howled in pain as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water system and began to shatter. The cloudburst of saltwater coursed down the sides of the vent, flooding the fortresses before washing across the nautical mile of junk piles like a tsunami, managing even to quench the Hellfire.

The spell soon ended and Molly landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoke sherd of gold and silver that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several large cracks running through it with molten ore oozing from it like compact syrupy blood.

molly had a large grinning on her face at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a snake pit Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained doubting."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an ominous laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the start fourth dimension, a gargantuan deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking bod into a skeletal automaton with brawniness and flesh of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could nonplus me with such a pitiful plan of attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of solid Au around his volcano.

"Damn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to regain our Energy Department or flee."

Molly stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."time lag, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"have you noticed ? He's littler than before and splattering gold with each movement. Before, he was larger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every blast we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is different ?"

"The vent, that's the source of his king ! That giant we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the lot ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! see, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from terms !"

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.

"rightfulness, there is no point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the trouble of top executive. None of our long distance turn are strong enough to break through that shield, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll pull in what we're doing and drink down us."

Molly just grinned and spread her extension before pointing them both at mammon. She then lowered her face, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar organization revolving above her capitulum moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raffaello Santi sprinted up the outer staircase running up the central tower. His armor kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like firing up a lamp chimney dig and with his wings retracted, the current of air and water of the raging gale violent storm above the rook was not solid enough to elevate him off his infantry, though the huge bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each step respective prison term more difficult. Like the rest of the castle, the column between each windowpane was a lapidify human, standing up nude while the freezing wind and water battered their physical structure. Raphael ran past and even stepped on more imprecate soul than he could look, 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 ally was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only retard him down.

Down below him, the wall and other buildings surrounding the main towers of the palace were piles of burning rubble, with fiend body parts scattered everyone and blood line splattered across every surface. While their turn had been great and their combined top executive was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just charter them on one at a time. While it was a ho-hum procedure and the uncertainty of his ally's fate made it difficult, he survived with little harm or Energy Department loss.

Without warning, a tenacious nigrify arse broke through the ceiling 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 layer despite the wind and rainfall. The Gargoyle released a cheap shriek and reached out with one of its clawed manus, nearly slamming Raffaello Sanzio into the bulwark. As a surge of Lust Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with violet Light Within, Raphael gave a thunderous holla and jump off off the put down staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The wolf grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its body. Refusing to plump for down, Raphael hacked off the wildcat's hand, freeing himself from its grip and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its nates and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flame gash to the creature's cervix, decapitating it. As he and the animal began to fall, Raphael pointed his hand back at the tower and launched a rosary concatenation, using it like a grappling come-on to snaffle onto one of the man pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to enchant his breathing place, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't get too recent to save Rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a group of ogre on the stairwell, raping a few infernal souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and intermit free from the palace anatomical structure. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beast with four quick separatrix and kept running.

"angel Art : Crusading lope !"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'sleeping room, flooding it with the dim light from outdoors. The ruler of the roach of Lust was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving trunk on the base in the midpoint of the room.

"Rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one stifle, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a swarm of black smoke and kicked him in the breast, easily sending him flying across the elbow room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his headway to the auditory sensation of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her body with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Hell have you done ? ! Why do you look like Rosemary ? !"Raffaello Sanzio demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her person. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the Circle of lust. I simply fell in love with this girl's consistence and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breathing spell from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my booster, you shall suffer a luck worse than the most pitiful souls in this existence !"

Asmodeus'fount transformed, her buttock splitting unresolved to divulge long needle-like teeth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of fists, and her long black hair's-breadth writhing like snakes. Clapping her hands together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raffaello Santi, making his whole body dork and causing his brand to fall out of his hired hand. He tumbled to the ground, unable to act as the power of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a hair-raising drug.

"Did you really think you could face person like me ? ! Even with that armour of yours, a lowly Archangel could never dream of having a luck against a rule of pit !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental alliance !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four domain of push, each having consumed her appendage, suddenly pulled on her branch. Her left foot locked in a sphere of water, her rightfield foot in a domain of stone, her ripe helping hand burning in a flame orb, and her exit hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A deadbolt of crackling electricity stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the priming coat, a mainsheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, further securing her. Stronger than brand and imbued with the power to run out energy, it sealed her in station so that not even her midsection could proceed.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break gratuitous of her prison.

"Simple, you stole ONE of my soul. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an garden angelica, I was created through the fusion of an USA of Angel individual instead of given life story by Jehovah. True, you managed to steal a while of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it debilitate everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that mortal with my energy so that you would remember it was my dependable spirit. I used it as a decoy to hold you from noticing my former life. 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 mass around to see her skill. Alas, the only one there to watch was the astonished Raphael, staring at her with wide-cut heart."And don't even bother trying to discontinue free of those trance, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive business leader like the other Hell Princes. Instead, you force your foe into meekness with mind-bending illusions. However, after all the time I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your mogul and developed a mental immunity. In verity, you are light than the Masters of torture in terms of raw might, but your illusions are strong enough to subdue the other Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hell Prince, I will still guide you out with my most hefty spell to make sure that you don't survive. Raphael, I suggest you move,"she said as her armour appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raffaello Sanzio shakily retrieved his sword and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her wings as her with her illumination solar system of rules 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 satellite between her wings began to orbit around the sun at tremendous speeds.

"It was an incomplete technique, but one that is more herculean than any archangel or Demon spell…"Molly said as an atmospheric state of Department of Energy formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his buff and patriotic followers. It is his gift, the power to shape fate itself,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as the rook began to shake from the insurmountable power radiating from her body as she charged the blast. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the women were doing and what the outcome would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and loyalty to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to interfere ! Not even the Hell Princes can resist up to our loyalty and strength !"sll three womanhood shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beams were released, each giving off as much power as an atomic burst upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the confessedly index, genus Selene's focused neon flack carved through Baal's interior like a blowtorch through snow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of light source expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant light upon the surrounding lot range of mountains.

With a hole blasted receptive and Baal in too very much agony to break off them, she grabbed Michael's hand and turned around. With her backrest to the shaft, she fired again, this time into the deepness of the pit Prince's body cavum. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the first blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the kick of the blast and shot out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly mountain that was the Demon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly obese stegosaurus with demonic characteristic. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with prospicient claw, his chief had no horn in and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened rubble that the wind instrument had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a bouldery ridge that had existed since the birth of the lot around him.

They looked back just in time to see the entire hell on earth Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud large enough to wipe out the totality of Australia. The flaming guggle hurled line and guts in all focussing like a hulk stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell Prince Ball would never again eat another soul. Still firing the beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the explosion, Selene was thrown respective hundred air mile with Michael hanging on for dear life sentence and trying not to be blinded by the glorious light.



With molly, her flak's size multiplied every second, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a c invertebrate foot. Raising his hands and clapping them together, mammon formed the Apocalypse Eruption and desperately launching it to counteract the flack. The two beams collided like super acid of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hell and causing the stallion junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer office. Regardless of Mammon's strength, the apocalypse Eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute Cataclysm eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the nether region Prince, the beam's radius alone was greater than the height of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like Methedrine and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a final shriek of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding lighting washed over her like a volcanic bang, peeling away her chassis and destroying the rampart behind her. outdoors, every damned soul and demonic entity looked up and gasped as the highest point in time of the towboat exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a neon beam, as powerful as a solar flare pass. Growing like a gas fervidness, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every circle, the dark and red clouds and the electrocution sky were blocked out by a vivid colorful lighting appearance, like the break of the day Borealis but ten time brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the cleaning lady stopped to beguile their hint. molly and rosemary fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the same flurry of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their judgment as they realized just how much stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across perdition, they were all thinking the like thing.

"sanctum shit, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three woman smiled."Yeah, now let's go ascertain Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in full horizon, a portal opened up in the space of underworld and the archangel and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of twisting on how to gain accession to Tenebrous'domain. The first thing they felt was extreme difficulty in breathing. Even while the space of Hell was not a vacuum like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suit provided their own air supplies, there was more energy in the environment than the end product of a billion sunshine across their life. Selene and the others had to set up their power levels just to keep from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the cherry galax, they all gasped at the scene taking place before them, for even on a galactic ordered series, the rippling from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were impossible to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the macrocosm, crashing into a Hellfire principal with enough force to knock it off its orbital posture and sending about a one-fifth of the flames spraying off corresponding water from a splatter. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his deal and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : galactic Ocean !"the Celestial Avatar roared. Holding more fabric than a solar system, a deluge of water appeared before him, large enough to overwhelm respective dozen planet. The deluge caught the hellfire whiz and extinguished it like a burning at the stake coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor exhibitioner !"he then called, clapping his handwriting together and causing the stallion waterspout to freeze solid in a second. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of trillions of javelins, all arduous than Hellsteel and imbued with divine power. Swinging his sleeve, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the swiftness of light.

"ogre Art : wandering Demon greenhouse !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling font carved into the side, almost making it look like the orbicular header of a gargantuan monstrosity. Forming on its radiance red center and clenched jagged teeth, jillion of daemon were brought to life, their bodies forming from the debris of the smuggled planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the planet surface, killing every unity one of them in less than a min. The onslaught continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty auto shooter carving a boulder.

On the early end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the planet in stead, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the satellite, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast distance. Before the fiend king could revenge or defend himself. Baltoh slashed him across the rachis, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge gash in his back. But even with his blade of black hole thing drawing in issue and Light, Tenebrous'physical structure was so obtuse that the affect was minimum. The violence of the cut was beyond human being comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a bullet through ice, causing continent-sized while to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control condition and balance and raised his sword."daimon Art : lineage Rain !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his illumination beams of vim were fired with the baron of Lucifer's Apocalypse Eruption. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each good time like a biker going down the freeway in the wrong way. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his steel, activating his swords tycoon and absorbing the flak into a thick nuclear membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the battle with awe and utter disbelief, staring at the chain of mountains of planetary irruption that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a scale that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the acts of toddlers compared to a super-genius. The might that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the lives of the Hell Princes like ant under a steamroller. genus Selene was the most astonished, ineffective to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two fighters locked blades with easy fire streaming from the Demon King's blade and being absorbed into the Celestial incarnation's. With unparalleled stop number, 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 mouthful of line of descent and Tenebrous took reward of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his seat then proceeding to poke him over and over again like a stitching automobile moving at the speed of spark. The red region blade pierced his body respective thousand times, nearly cutting Baltoh in one-half had he not been blessed with elysian healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the universe before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested planets. The impingement was powerful enough to place fissures across the control surface of the nighttime world, easily visible from outside its compass. Charging towards him like a dogshit, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horns, 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 furbish up his wound and regain his strength. He had used up about half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely refreshed. If he were to make any chance of slaying the daimon male monarch, he would necessitate to bring out the big guns and lay off trying to wear him down.

In the box of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his coat of arms out to his sides, Baltoh gave a roar that was heard across the coltsfoot."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA somebody !"

From his body, the brightness of a thousand suns shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of fire surged out in tall directions. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the light just a split second before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute disaster to shame, the supernova reached out in all instruction and lit up the crimson coltsfoot with its nuclear flames, burning century of times brighter than any natural star death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in shadow vim for tribute, using his own top executive to keep from being burned to a chip in the nuclear ardor. Suddenly, the flames around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to expect up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his script was a full-sized sensation, compressed into a record.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to block the flattened principal that threatened to cut him in half at the waistline. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of fire stretched across space, the saw blade of contract nuclear burst pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the wandflower like a bug splattered on the windscreen of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even discover Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened champion in his hand.

Baltoh threw the disk, this time vertically. tenebrous looked back and was about to bedamn as he saw the paper-thin blade of nuclear fire flying towards him, but was ineffectual to lay off it from slamming into his book binding. The agony of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to bump his blade aside and crash into his stomach. The two grinding blade continued to spin with tenebrific held between them, howling in excruciating infliction. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the ogre King, knowing that this was his chance to end the fight. tenebrious suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an malevolent grin."Just kidding. ogre Art : Universal extinguishing !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened sunshine. In an volcanic eruption that was sinister than a Black person hole, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all guidance, like the vestige comparability of the supernova spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his cape for protective cover.

Teleporting to the other side of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and technique, both foes began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to block or skirt any attack. Their swords were moving like the blade of a intellectual nourishment processor as they basically hacked away at each other, sending profligate and gore flying.

Acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his thenar and Tenebrous was forced back by an unseeable shockwave."Celestial Art : vocalise Shatter !"

Roaring like an creature, he gave off a sound wave that was tatty than anything else in the chronicle of the universe and went across every frequency. The pulse traveled through the miasm of Tenebrous'galax like a rippling through a pool after the splashing of a vauntingly stone. Every planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic floor, with the vibration having shaken the bonds to the point of breaking. tenebrific covered his ears and howled in pain as his cells threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; total darkness kettle of fish Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his read/write head, he formed a mountain-sized black hole with change ability, negating its gravitative pull. Baltoh closed his hands into fist, causing the whole black fix to break apart like with the battle against Beelzebub. Shoving the air, he launched the blackamoor wits at the daimon King as the spell suggested, each bullet weighing more than an intact star and flying at well past the focal ratio of ignitor, The stream of smoke rained down on Tenebrous, each rung striking with incomprehensible power, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could support up to the marbles'weight and power as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his consistency broken and battered, he still had more than than enough top executive to throw a patch."devil Art : Negroid ribbon Hex !"

crackling like bolts of lightning, a net of millions of pitch-dark cords with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his motor horn towards Baltoh. The Celestial incarnation retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would give Tenebrous a immense advantage. He teleported behind one of the daemon worlds and watched to see what would happen. The violent storm of bladed cords struck the major planet head-on, burrowing through it like dirt ball and tearing it apart. glob of stone were thrown off the satellite as it destabilized with the cords'depth, until finally shattering like a fragile wine glass in someone's powerful grip.

‘ Damn it, I'm running out of force, it's prison term to fetch up this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the corduroys with an invisible slash of power. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his powerfulness for one of his ultimate plan of attack."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray burst !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so much as a star, lighting up the cosmos. A whirl field of fire and gas stretched out from the substance like a vortex, and from the essence on either side of the giant burning coin, a balance beam of silver grey and violet energy was launched. Everyone watching the struggle gasped as a line of light arched across the galaxy, one end surging straight towards tenebrious with plenty power to take a leak the Resolute calamity look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injuries Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a field of black and red free energy."fiend Art : Book of Revelation Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming last ray.

The two unstoppable forcefulness collided in a ruinous explosion of light and energy so powerful that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to look away to keep their eyes from melting from the blinding light, which surpassed all other military unit in the existence. This was god-level fighting at its bill ! The light finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite incline of the extragalactic nebula, the former gasping for air while the latter showed no sign of the zodiac of fatigue. Even over such a immense space, they could both see and listen each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"individual looks tired, want me retard down so you can take a break ?"tenebrious taunted.

‘ Damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his sod, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the owner of the Throne of netherworld, as long as he is in Inferno itself, his power is limitless. Trying to wear him down will only get me killed. There is only one way to end this, and that is to actually end it.'“ No, I'm just so bored that I can barely stay awake. Let's ending this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost dip of index he had, he summoned a k full-sized stars, all at critical mass and on decease's door.

"You can't win !"Tenebrous laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand Demon heads materialized, all looking like the head teacher of the Tempter with charging Apocalypse extravasation between their jaws.

‘ A M each ? ! They'll destroy the integral universe of Hell !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jump back to land !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barrier between the existence so that no one could introduce them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'plan of attack approached their maximum level of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed encouragement spells, everyone injection through the empty space as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the galax as world would tolerate. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingers, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a 2nd, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the furthest corners 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 pass off. cover in the crimson galax, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were unable to say goodbye to them, because after this flak, you won't exist in any embodiment or human body !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no need to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arm.

Behind Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into prodigious record of fire and gas while launching their gamma ray volley. Behind Tenebrous, all the daystar heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Book of Revelation extravasation. In the very snapper of the coltsfoot, the bang met. From the corner of space, everyone became breathless as a bright luminance could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the distance. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an submerged burst. Moving faster than the legal philosophy of aperient would allow, the light surged across blank in all directions like a general tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the light reached their position and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in outer space, unsure whether he was live or beat. His dress were shredded, blood oozed from wounds that covered most of his body, and his senses were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I conk out ? Did I bring home the bacon ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few Muriel Spark of DOE.

Baltoh opened his eyes, though that feat alone was like a homo picking up a mountain. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The ruby Galax urceolata was gone, reduced to a brumous stew of melted molecule. There wasn't a single intact atom in the entire galax, almost all of it had been reduced to raw Energy.

Without warning, a steel of digest Hellfire pierced his breast from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a single combat injury and at full strength. Baltoh stared at the sword with his all consistency trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it have no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to channelize him at the old center of the coltsfoot, where his black throne still hovered, undamaged except for a large go across the back."Behold, the literal error pot of Hell ! As long as I am here, my king aren't just divine, they are measureless ! Even with all your posture, you can not face all the magnate of this universe of discourse on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in Scheol, you are fry's gambling to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the swarthiness ! Evil has no weakness !

The Jehovah Baltoh, the Celestial incarnation, helpless and rickety ! How about I let your friends come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't daring !"Baltoh shouted, ineffective to gather any strength with the devil B. B. King's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow energy from his own palm and sent it across space at f number that dwarfed light itself. As it reached out to snatch up Baltoh's champion, the whirl in Tenebrous'throne began to extend and widen. In the corner of space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hades. Unbeknownst to everyone, more snap began to appear in his can and small tongues of hellfire began to click out.

delivery them to the view, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. tear ran down the adult female's faces as they saw the helpless United States Department of State he was in.

"Look upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever remember that is the tycoon of darkness that rules over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more cracks began to come along in his potty. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's breast and pointed it at Selene."You will be the initiatory to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some zip.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but mollie, Rosmarinus officinalis, and the garden angelica quickly got between them with their weapons drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at least slack him down, but the Demon King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire blade. Reaching genus Selene, he raised the vane above his headspring, about to remove her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the Throne of the pits suddenly shattered. tenebrous brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could affect her, as well as the flaming summit above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his sword and back at the Throne of infernal region. The ignominious throne of human and monster bones was gone, the inauspicious interior having broken away to reveal a pot of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"red cent YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched genus Selene as hard as he could, but was ineffective to even crap her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a grin on his face. Tenebrous looked back at him with his face filled with threat."This is the truthful potty of sin, no longer being corrupted by your evilness. That black shell that coated it before, you used that to use the throne of the pits and keep it in your dominance so that it would chip in you major power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wounding in his chest.

"The commode have wills of their own and their universes were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reward the virtuous, Cinereo to maintain the balance, and Hell to punish the sinners. tenebrous took the toilet of inferno and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the Navy SEAL broken and Hell freed from his malevolent control. After all, how could the place that punishes sinners be ruled by a daimon ?"

"So you're saying that the Throne of Hell has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him office. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning potty. A torrid atmosphere instantly wrapped around him, restoring his DOE and healing his combat injury."You could say that Hell and I are under in force damage with each other,"he said as a domain 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 fiat of pit ! nether region and I fight side by slope, Hell is my ally, and we exist for the like reason : to remove evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too farsighted, and it is clip for you to pay the price ! In the gens of Hell, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sector of energy growing in power and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be break if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his champion out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"Tenebrous stammered as he looked at the area of mightiness in Baltoh's manus and the light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most powerful and serious piece ; Celestial Silence. The power in which to remove a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what hazard to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the daemon roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade play spell.

"You can not head for the hills from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his mind, he had the orb yaw through the air and coin the former Demon magnate in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a spherical margin with a radius of five Swedish mile radiated from the enchantment, severing that distance from reality. The sphere quickly began to funk, compressing all the thing within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just make a vacuity ; it left a gaping hole in the macrocosm and the cloth of blank and time. Tenebrous gave one final roar of terror as the arena closed in on him, crushing him with all the topic trapped within it. Defying the laws of physics, it continued to flinch, crushing all the affair beyond the peak of black-market hole stuff and shrinking until it was smaller than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and eubstance, Baltoh turned to the flaming commode and sat down. The glossa of fire brushed against his peel and clothes like the fur of an animate being, causing no harm. They barely even felt genuine. Sitting in the toilet of Inferno, he took a inscrutable breathing time and thought back through his whole adventure. It was done, there was still work to be done in Hell, unacquainted soulfulness to save, but the Princes and rule of the fiery realm had been defeated and the slipstream of monster would soon be out. The straightaway past times barely meant anything, what was important was the foresighted terminal figure. Would he adopt the throne of blaze and prevail both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even dominate them both ? Would he come back to earth with Selene ? Was it possible to truly find peace of mind after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could individual who had fought for 10 of thousands of years and reached the levels of a god truly put away his sword and discontinue fighting ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a white case, had a duad of flank with sterling silver feathers, and his nimbus was in the form of a crest of light. His hair was white and combed back and he had a short beard and his skin colour was a easy tan, as he was of Middle Eastern declension. He was walking casually on the vacuous quad as if he was taking a stroll through the park and came to a closure beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some meter ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to continue Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jehovah, one of the earliest Angels and the ruler of Eden. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should adjoin at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to shoot down Selene, but I stopped when I saw the commode of Hell beginning to secrete itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the devil has been defeated and the Throne of Hell sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every right to be angry with me. It was because of my principle that your original homo souls were sent to underworld in the firstly spot. It is because of me that heroes have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should detest me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more than my mistake than anyone else's."

"A lot of just that does. You meddled with the humanity of human race and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let wars and religion burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the Throne with his tent fingerbreadth in front of his face.

"That is true. I pulled away from the cosmos because I realized the mess I had made and wanted livelihood being to be able-bodied to shape 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 soul to arrive and bestow counterweight so that the war between light and dark could come to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprisal,"Baltoh said with the Lapp icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to quell wild at me ? I sent Selene and mollie to let you know that I had forgiven you for the error you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its time to let the by stay in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much metre ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. Past, present, and futurity ; they mean cipher and everything down here in the snake pit. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain sensation that I've endured. You've led a fuck up life compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face Jehovah.

"I guess it's too very much to ask for person born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, keep your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my motion about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the pot of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a smattering of dust and melted quark cheese that were hovering in the zero gravity."This all started because of too lots intervention in some home and not nearly enough in others. My obligation is to maintain order, so to start, I think I'll implement order. That's all you need to know old man."

"funny story, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 age old,"Jahweh mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the Hell do you desire from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still need to rise up. It is clock time for you to number to terms with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three realms, too much ira and furiousness. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hate. If you are going to bring parliamentary law and rest, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can go with all this hatred, or if the letup in battle will invoke the beast and make it to consume you and twist you into iniquity, just as it has to so many others. You have the power of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a Throne is taken by someone with the wrong ambitions.

You've gone through a bang-up change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's clock time to change who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the Throne of hell on earth with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw genus Selene and the others approaching with their armor gone. He got to his animal foot and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The tearful beauty crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her long suit. Her discussion were insufferable to interpret, as she was both praising his triumph and saying how worried she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the smell of her sleek pilus. genus Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her face buried in the incline of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my honey sweet Rosmarinus officinalis, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to joke.

Rosemary finally let ago, letting mollie show her care. Like genus Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his handwriting and congratulating him on doing the insufferable. Michael was the close to preen him, and he did it with the lovesome smile he had ever worn."You were once my rely enemy, but you are now my greatest Friend and my receive superior."

"I'm not your superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the Angelica Archangelica, you have always been the one with the substantial will to dispatch evil and enforce justice. That is why I am leaving the stool of the pits to you, so that you may reign this kingdom and realize certainly that evil is never allowed to rise again. I trust you to make infernal region what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to faint. Baltoh then turned to genus Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a piano candy kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an going for Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, genus Selene, mollie, and rosemary reappeared on the riverside of New York, right where they had left. Barely a endorsement had passed on ground since their departure, and earth was still in a fury as people tried to figure out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ People of Earth, get wind my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his oral communication to the terminology of those who heard it.

A new riffle pulsed through the Earth as people looked at each early and simultaneously asked,"did you get word that ?"

‘ My public figure is Baltoh, and I am the god and rule of this universe of discourse. I am speaking to you now so that you may sleep together what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in the pits. With the supporter of the forces of paradise, I have slain the Devil and his land now lies in dilapidation. A majuscule alteration has arrived and the business leader of iniquity has been brought to its lowest point since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the fervour of wickedness must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this globe of the evil that poisons its citizens. With hell on earth below to punish the sinners and heaven to rewards the virtuous, I will remold this reality so that all good people can survive in peace treaty and happiness. I will end the subversion, the warfare, the avaritia, and the woe, and all I ask in restoration is your practiced will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a utter heart and good title. If you can redeem yourselves and purge your souls of evil, then this human beings can finally turn a utopia.

No matter what religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Moslem, or any other, you are equalize in my eyes and have the like opportunities and obstacle to get yourselves on the right track. Your organized religion means nothing to me, only your deeds and your resolve to make this world a honorable place for everyone will dictate your plaza in the next earth. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be insurrection fueled by avaritia and evil, but together, we can nominate this earth into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a fortune to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this time, the corking opportunity of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the criminal offense of the past, we can finally relish the present instead of enduring it, and we can know that the time to come will be even greater. This is our chance to cleanse this world and reacquire the true will to experience and desire to do adept. The time of hurting and hatred is over, the time of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal followers."Let's rest and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburbs of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sunlight and fresh air. Behind him was a blue-painted house with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly couple with chocolate-shade peel were holding mitt and with looks of apprehension on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the lounge with her parents and hugged them. several hour later, she stepped out of the business firm and walked over to him, her consistence shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern VT, mollie was having a interchangeable conversation with her family, while rosemary was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they direct it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful smiling."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was difficult convincing them what I had said was unfeigned, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armor, backstage, and supernal halo for them to fully believe me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my death, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at ease when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a soft chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even sure how to excuse you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two former adult female,"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 sidewalk, they were too terrified to move. Are Molly and Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"molly is still talking to her fellowship and Rosmarinus officinalis is having trouble announcing my new precept to the humanity. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sorting of religious or unearthly notion on people and to only implement requirements for respectable deeds and skillful doings, but much of the mankind is still rebelling. I might have to put on a true presentation of tycoon before they finally accept my linguistic rule and give up their selfish sins."

"well if there is anyone who can purge the macrocosm of its evil, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her arms around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few dainty hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

disappearance off the face of the worldly concern, the two lover rematerialized in the very centerfield of the universe, in a bright nebula of all colors cascading together with 1000000000000 of sensation glistening in the background. cloud of hued gas as large as solar arrangement wafted past them like spit of fire, more beautiful than a man head could grasp. Baltoh and Selene were naked, Selene without her liquid state metal annex and Baltoh without his mantle, and the two of them holding each other in the heart 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 trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, ineffectual to speak without air to convey the sound.

‘ The cradle of everything. It is from this point, billions of years ago, that the universe was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into existence and Heaven and Hell later budded off from it like cells. We are in the identical affection of all creation, what better place to cause love ?'

Baltoh began to buss her neck, with each soupcon his mouth against her tegument sending waves of joy through her body, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to think through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a warm up grin. ‘ Not nearly as very much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their lips swirled together like oil and water, they reached out with their spit and let them wrap around each former and probe the inside of each former's mouths. Even though he had lost all of his Demon characteristics, Baltoh was able to shift his strong-arm form to draw his tongue as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her smooth legs and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the stars in the universe positioned around them like spectator, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, genus Selene released a tacit thigh-slapper of genial euphory as Baltoh's vigor flooded her torso, letting her glimpse into the power of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the unharmed universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her resourcefulness. She could see everything from the smallest speck to the largest galaxy, all with equal pellucidity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable feelings to slacken to a dribble, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't return to the life she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his fingers against the side of her face, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. Calm yourself and trust in me. I will give you everything you desire and more.'

With their backtalk interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her beingness with the air of divinity, allowing her to glance into his storey of world without truly being in it, like peering into another property. As he pulled back, he left the headland 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 intellect cry out as it struggled to find a way to describe the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a slow, steady speech rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in space, their lips having yet to fully assort from their osculation. As it went on, Selene could experience her thinker getting used to the god-like feeling and became mostly immune to it, regaining her all the way senses. As Baltoh's energy surged through Selene like a roue transfusion, they both began to beam with their bodies intertwined from their vigour 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 might flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in terms of power, moving to the Lapplander spirit level of cosmos.

casting aside their powers and living side of meat by side in the same stratum, they shed the smell of the Department of Energy entering and exiting their consistence. In the neo space, they felt only each early's strong-arm pattern, just like the commencement metre they made love. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate genus Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect focal ratio and touching all the right places. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his vertebral column as he drove her hazardous with his mystifying thrusts, not needing any of his powers to arouse or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the touch of Baltoh's stopcock being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to recover words to key how good it felt to sustain him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her mind and allot her a view of the land of the divine, the divergence between the two star offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his head, Baltoh too was struggling to find a description, not only for the incredible feeling of being so close to the woman he loved and the feeling of her easy touch, but also his dear itself, the love he felt for her. No matter what he came up with, whether it be an entire Good Book of poetic amber dedicated to the sole purpose of summarizing his feeling 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 dear, no thing how much he wished to.

Their brim and tongue still joined together and Baltoh's tool being worked in genus Selene at a deep and regular round, the two fan lost racetrack of meter, for time itself was bending around them as their energies were released in great and greater loudness, forming an air of raw power that was like a sun with them in the meat.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a simultaneous sexual climax, so powerful that it affected their minds as well as their bodies and surpassed any physical superstar. As they looked up and gave mute moans of happiness, the star around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their bodies and head. Defying her view of reality, the superstar she experienced with the surge of power surging back her mind surpassed the original feeling that genus Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while ecclesiastic, Baltoh too was in awe at the waves of bliss that flooded him like tidal wave of luminance. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching existences completely, for the mixture of energy contained both their hearts and souls. Neither of them could even enjoin if they were still animated or absolutely, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a blink of an eye as glorious as the Big Bang itself, the power was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and rolling, swarm of their push flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and smell like radio waves. The power and passion of the surge was so muscular, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable amount of time, everything became quiet, revealing Baltoh and Selene still hovering in the center of the universe as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and star bass into each former's eyes, unable to think what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only capable to say before sharing a easygoing kiss.




The End