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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule clenched fist upon the city of New House of York, washing away the grease and smut that caked the streets and bowling alley. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the pounding rain forcing multitude to stay inside. Even the road were mostly lull, while engorged with cars as usual. But while it was a quiet day, it was by no means a peaceful one.

Up at the very top of the Empire body politic Building, at the very tip of its steeple, there was a low red ostentation in the grey sky. From this split second, a glowing orb came into cosmos, resembling a crimson light incandescent lamp. It was not bright or powerful enough to draw attention from the multitude below and it was completely masked by torrential rainfall. The raindrops that passed by this burning flashing were turned into hissing steam from just the vivid proximity and the abnormal heating system being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial flash lamp ; instead, it grew in intensity and size of it while becoming darker in tint. Initially the sizing of a human fist, it began to expand into an roll vertical magnetic disc as large as a dinner table. There was a second flash and the disk became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became solid like glass, with shifting hues of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the prat of the disk, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick tar. The mist washed over to the steeple of the top of the construction, causing the metal to rust and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this minatory curtain of red light was a choir of agonizing thigh-slapper and cries of pain, pouring out from the depths of the ruddy light source. Were the conditions pass, the people down in the streets would instantly stare up in repugnance at the beginning of this bone-chilling orchestra and compensate their pinna to try and protect their souls from its ravaging note. The audio radiating from this drab apparition was one not meant for mortal ears, a sound that was never intended to be set sluttish upon the land. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the hoi polloi of New York spared the mind-scarring chorus.

A ripple stretched out from the plaza of the magnetic disc and a shadower came into view from its depths, like a sea beast slowly rising to the open of the ocean. Slowly, a soma stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the radio set towboat on one animal foot. The figure was a magniloquent vernal man with a leaning but brawny soma, garbed in brownish boots, grayish baggy pants, a black-market sash, and a black hooded shirt with a undershirt. Wrapped around his articulatio radiocarpea were two rosary beading cords and two metallic element trammel. The man had medium-length sour hair that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing wild blue yonder eyes that could almost glow in the shadow, and hidden under his hood were two horns that protruded just past his hair subscriber line and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery room access, a burning halo came into view, hovering above his head, as well as four massive wings that grew out of his rachis. Each was More than twice the size of it of his organic structure when fully unfolded and stretched, with the grim set of annex resembling bat wings but with plate instead of physical body, and the upper fender like the wings of an eagle, but were whiter than pearl. Protruding from the cover of his pelvic girdle was a recollective blacken butt with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed stinger on the end like a butcher tongue, but with a tearing barb. His fingertips were armed with triangular pincer that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

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

The crimson portal disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the city, standing on the tip of the radio pillar and wrapped in his backstage. His bright grey eye scanned the city below, taking in the view. It hadn't been very long since his lowest visit to the man populace, as he traveled there frequently.

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

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



Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eye focused on the book of crossword teaser in her hand. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter word for"get-up-and-go spreading ”, she skirted through the gang of daily commuter and the planetary menstruation of dealings.

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade skin colour, prospicient inglorious haircloth that was straight yet wavy, and bright green eyes. Matching her beauty was her hourglass bod, with d-cup breasts, a slender shank, an ass and pair of thigh that were toned with brawn, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her figure was a mix of good genes and a nearly spiritual devotedness to her gym. Not surprisingly, the answer came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing Shirley Temple high-healed shoes that gave a very sexy tap with each stride, a black chick that tightly held to her tranquil second joint, and a tan business sector pelage with her purse hanging from her shoulder joint. Secured in her purse and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential weather sheet of rain. Maybe she should induce driven today…

Selene loved teaser, but not because of a specific chemical attraction for the mental exercise. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to push herself to her terminus ad quem. She was always searching for a challenge, something to split the boring subprogram of life, it was why she moved to New York in the first place ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a kiosk ). In this case, her challenge for today was to get to work without putting down the crossword book or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"various of the objector cheered in return, glad for the minor piece of support.

"Entropy !"she exclaimed with a smile as she finally caught the Good Book she was looking for. Hearing her ringtone sounding off in her purse, she quickly scribbled in the word before pulling out her cellular telephone phone.

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

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

Selene chuckled as she and the crew of commuter walked across the street with the horde of railroad car humming just a few metrical unit away."Don't we have this Saami conversation every day ?"

"If we didn't, you would permanently got lost on the course of living,"molly remarked.

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're right on that one. Relax, I'm just one mental block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the filthy pee-pee any secondly now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you have sex a twelve-letter word for a gamy school math class ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of cards of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red eyes. The creature was shorter than an adult human but much more than hefty, with long mighty tree branch, serrated talons protruding from its finger and hook-like toes, bony wings with scaly figure and thin membranes, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal face, a swishing whip-like after part, and jet-black pelt that was covered in bloody mark. The tar-like spittle that dripped from its jagged dentition burned the Oliver Stone with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over military posture, and opened its wing with an abnormally aloud thump, like the pulse of an ancient war drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the ground, completely inconspicuous to all deadly optic. Reaching the entrance of the building, it held open its flank to their total size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past times. The puddles and falling pelting around the front doors almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the creature tried to control its excitement and hunger for blood. Only lucky handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the existence of the support in all of history, and here, there was more food than its deranged judgment could cover. Looking down, creature spotted its first victim. On the cap of a nearby office edifice, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

Having just received a outcry from his married woman that she had just had a miscarriage, the balding middle-aged man did not care that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the construction. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a forte splattering sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the feel that he was alone. While the satanic beast was completely inconspicuous, the man's middle widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each cliff that splattered on its body showed its sizing and condition.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the thorax, ripping open his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a garble cry of pain in the ass as blood streamed from his oral cavity and his organs spilled out onto the base. The man fell dead to the priming coat and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the blood slowly spread across the rain-soaked cap like a spoonful of oil across the surface of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcase with savor, tearing through the soundbox with its pincer and chewing on the bloody meat only briefly.

As it slurped up a contrast of intestine like a spaghetti chain, a hopeful instant of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in bother as its severed wing and arm fell to the trading floor with thick rake trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long sword in his manus. The handle had no guard and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged leaf blade had a very narrow shape until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway breaker point, the size suddenly swelled with an sharp gut-hook to weigh down the end of the sword for raise 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 eighteen column inch of straight-razor serrations, ripped open like a gutted fish by the hook-like edge, cleaved by the broad weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the betoken tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall incur nothing from me, two-timer. I was born of hurting and malice, and there is zip you can do to build me talk."

Baltoh's flaming gloriole flared up like burning oil and the Caucasian feathers of his upper wings stood on end."Whether it is pigheadedness or loyalty to the Devil, your silence will accomplish nada. I will get hold him and destroy you all."

With a dark roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with black heater billowing from its claw like flame. With little effort, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's articulatio radiocarpea before its talons could reach his face, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

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

A flash of light was released from his palm with the brightness level of the sun. The illumination obliterated the hell-spawn creature with a metaphysical impact of holy fire, incinerating its consistency while shoving it back. While the flash was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely misidentify it for a particularly hefty thunderbolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butcher stiff of the slain man. He snapped his finger and the ravaged physical structure was incinerated in a surge of Edward D. White flaming, removing every trace and not even leaving ash tree behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell tower of the riverbank Christian church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with lowered eyes and swishing rump. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a daimon, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing sign cat-o'-nine-tails to lions.

Abaddon's dead body was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like flank, jet-black scaly build, a recollective tail, long talons protruding from the death of his digit and toes, and curled horns on the top of his point. However, his torso was far more mechanical man, with foresightful arm and bones, a much straighter bearing, more malleable digit, a muscular yet leaner and less bulky soma, a humanoid face, and even spiky hairsbreadth. Secured to his wrists were two metallic element shackles and he was wearing a bird of armour plateful around his waistline, interchangeable to a prizefighter or knight.

The monster growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that son of a bitch followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our plan can't work if we lose another. Not even I can front him in conflict the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain cover, but I need to feed so that I may turn strong enough to fight him. If I feed on enough souls, I may be able 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 puzzle puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the light of the sun, and with the wickedness of the urban center, it was likely that the vast puddles and mantle of urine would not dry until the next day. The night was unusually dark. For even though the rainwater had stopped, the midst clouds remained and they refused to appropriate the moon to shine. With so lots wet in the metropolis, a thick mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and windowpane like a straightjacket, locking in the light source so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from work, so she had no worry. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt safe enough to take the air home. Not to cite the fact that the can of Chemical Mace she carried in her purse was strong enough to unfreeze the eyes out of anyone who gave her a funny look.

In a stretch of clip so small that she couldn't even think of something to equate it to, Selene's universe was suddenly flip upside-down as her senses were ripped away, save for the audio of a crackling rattle and the feeling of getting stabbed at every centimeter of flesh in her body with hot atomic number 26 while battery acid flooded her nervure. Her leg buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with roughshod force and dragged into the nearby alley.

"Damn, that Taser worked like a charm. The bitch isn't even screaming,"a course voice 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 habitue model if the affects were this prominent. She couldn't relocation or even make a sound ; she was completely crippled by the pain of the excruciating shock.

Selene was slammed against a brick bulwark with one of her captors gripping her by the throat. The impact, while painful, offered some clarity, as she was now able to at least see her assailant. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his bridge player around her throat, the second was standing beside the outset, and the third was a few fundament away, digging through her purse.

"Damn, she's Nice piece of ass. It looks like we'll get a little more than some cash and credit batting order,"the secondment 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 burn. Her plea got her a hard smack to the cheek.

"Unless you're begging for my cock, you had better shut the fuck up…"the first off growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's commodity for you."

Looking through the stars of the bite smacking, Selene's middle widened as she saw the syncope light glinting off the vane. 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 prod her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her collar. For the briefest secondment, the tip of the steel was touching her tegument, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold. To her relief, the tongue was taken off of her cutis, but before she could exhale, her attacker yanked the blade downwards, tearing through her pelage, shirt, and bra. With rip streaming from her center, Selene cried out in painfulness as rake trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her chest from the assailant's malicious and clumsy removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her skirt and step-in and the instant attacker went to do work yanking off the shredded cadaver. Selene shivered in affright and helplessness as the coolheaded air fanned her bare thighs and firm boob. Her nipples were now the size of finger joints from the cold air and the concern that filled every roughage of her being.

"look at those sweet mamilla of hers, I wonder how a good deal cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little white would look cracking on that dark tegument,"the third attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of cash into his air hole and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to assault her, and that fact terrified genus Selene More than anything else in her living. She had to do something, anything that had the little chance of sparing her from this fortune. Working up all the military posture in her release consistency, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"SOMEONE PLEASE assist ME ! HEL—"

Her sidesplitter was cut short-circuit as the aggressor's blade was plunged into the side of her tum, cutting through her without any effort. The painful sensation that shot through her was so excruciating, she lost all command over her body and mind. The pain in the neck inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her frame was even more horrifying than the Taser, something that she thought was inconceivable. With stock slowly filling her mouth, her body became hobble while her assailant just laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Let her go, this is your final exam monition,"the man ordered with more authority and power in his voice than any hold up human could own.

The initiatory assaulter pulled his knife out of Selene, making her shrieking in infliction."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll carve off your face, he'll kick your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four with child flank grew out of his back, with the plumage along the edge of the upper wings flanged like the quills of a porcupine and the glower bat-like wings honed to the penetrating shape of a leaf blade. With bloodline oozing down her chin, Selene gasped in disbelief and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in fearfulness. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the ground with rip pouring from her wound.

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

An bang of red and black flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every firearm of trash to wax into the air. The sullen flames surged down the alley, slamming into the three rapist like an undammed river and knocking them off their metrical unit. Completely ignored by the blast, genus Selene watched in horror in astonishment as the three suspended assaulter were slowly disintegrated by wave of disastrous and red flame washing over them. Their wearing apparel were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their bodies, their muscles were shredded as if by a meat grinder, origin streamed from their carcasses as their veins were lacerated at every centimeter, their organs exploded like urine balloons once exposed, and after only a few minute, they were zero but charred systema skeletale. As the billow faded, so did Selene's stratum on consciousness. Succumbing to blood loss and the pain of her harm, Selene slumped over and passed out.

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

Selene's entirely body began to burn as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's hand and settled on her tegument. Her shot wound began to close, her scrapes and contusion 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 wellness, Baltoh was surprised to rule himself analyzing every inch of her raw beauty, moving his eyes slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his tail and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to search for information. Pulling out a forgotten letter, Baltoh read her epithet and address, memorizing the locating of the apartment construction and the accurate unit. Hooking the purse to his sash, he moved back over to genus Selene. With one arm against her back and the former under her articulatio genus, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her nude body while being careful not to inscribe her with his claws.

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

Realizing how very much time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to reality and spread his wings. With a single powerful flap, he was catapulted eminent into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the address he had found on the letter as he soared over the metropolis. With her long glossy hair brushing across her side, genus Selene was brought out of full unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her lid slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a aspiration. What she did know was that he was very fine-looking and she was cold. She gave a diffused suspiration as she fell back to sleep, crossing her arms to keep warm.

With the chilly damp air kissing her bare skin, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's arms. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overwhelming mother wit of protectiveness for her, something that was completely strange to him. For his entire universe, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his lifetime had been nothing but anger and the desire to slay Gargoyles and Demons. His own life meant nothing, except that he would not be capable to continue fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to translate why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body rut. He even wrapped his depleted wings around her to keep her protected from the cold lead. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his construction erection, something that farther confused him, as he had never felt sexual drawing card for anyone or desire for anything.

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

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the room for a intellect that he did not know. There were no light on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The bulwark were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with pictures of friends and family. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a motion picture of Selene with a untested man and stared at it intently. While they had the like complexion, he couldn't not envision out if he were a boyfriend or brother.

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

As he looked back at the picture, he saw the observation of two center in the looking glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the tool with his sword materializing in his clutches. He came to a stop, brand in bridge player, staring into the centre of a white and brownness cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The tool's eye were fully dilated to strike in all possible light, its tail was swishing from position to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its delicate paws. But the feline's stance was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more confusion than ever before in its biography, sensing a vast deluge of different get-up-and-go in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon disappeared as soon as liaison was lost. Turning back to the window to allow, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like pose, staring at Selene's naked organic structure. The city lights from outdoor were cast upon her undress beauty like a spider web, illuminating her womanly shape. Her dark skin caught the luminance beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her body was plentiful in voluptuous breaking ball, her lean and well-toned soma was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her hanker smooth thighs, the lips of her twat looked so finespun and indulgent, it was as if they were made of chocolate frosting and lacked even a I hair. Her full knocker gently trembled with each intake and release of air, and her pap were erect from the softness and ticklish shiver of each exhale. Her sleek black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few string were draped across her passive facial expression. The lipstick on her mouth glistened as she breathed, and her eyelashes fluttered with each sleeping microseism in the lids.

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

Murmuring the Good Book shook him from his daze, reminding him that he had to bequeath. 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, Selene's middle slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

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

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

Once again, Selene was effectual asleep, completely passive, the feather locked tightly in her grip.



Two strait filled the abandoned underground tunnel ; the dark laughs of Abaddon and the agonizing cries of his eighteen-year-old dupe. Having spent the evening alimentation on homeless person the great unwashed, the black-hearted daimon had now decided to make a motion onto the main course. The young woman before him had recollective blond pilus and pallid skin, dirtied from years of living in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely naked and covered in foresightful bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like separatrix of his tail.

She was hang over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the tracks, crying and screaming in painfulness as the Demon forced his near-horse-sized cock into her diminutive body with inhuman focal ratio. Beneath her were the butchered corpse of her parents, wet with her tear and the blood streaming from between her leg, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of light of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the Thomas Young fille had begged the Demon to have mercifulness and discontinue, or to at to the lowest degree kill her and end the pain in the ass. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal dark, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The iniquity violence raping her was not human, and while her sense of system 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 suffering and gaining strength from her teary-eyed call, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roar as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hips tightly. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. young woman screamed in agony and abasement as the Demon dug his hook into her physical body and felt his ejaculate flood her body, taking the topographic point of Abaddon's cock as he yanked it out of her. She released a endorse and more weeping screeching as an indescribable burning feeling coursed through her body. In her vagina, the oxford-grey semen was eating away at her material body, burning through her like loony toons.

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

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



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

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

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

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

She looked over to her clock to become off the beeping alarm and the blood in her mineral vein instantly became as frigid as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the Edward Douglas White Jr. feather on it. The marble-like semblance was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a mere bird was unimaginable. Just the size alone made it being an bird of Jove feather inconceivable. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered bag and found her wallet, empty of cash.

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



Mentally shaken, genus Selene called in sick to solve, deciding that it would be best if she thought affair out before doing anything. After taking a exhibitioner and washing away the grunge from the back street and the line from her wound, Selene sat in her sustenance way with a cup of coffee, watching the break of the day news. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

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

"A unrelenting setting was discovered this morning by delivery trucks handing newspapers. Describing the spirit of burning sulfur, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the scene of an plosion. The walls of the neighboring buildings were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three bodies were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the police has allowed us to view the unbelievable destruction. I warn you, the observe footage is quite computer graphic and viewer discretion is strongly advised…"

The covert went dark for a present moment and then the view was returned. Selene spewed chocolate across her cat as she saw the bowling alley, sending the irritated felid scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a look of horror. She knew without a shadow of a dubiousness that the back street they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the dark before. The photographic camera zoomed in at several points, showing the terms of the detonation. It was a miracle that the edifice themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the tv camera panned over to the victims, and genus Selene had to fight with all her strength not to give up at the flock of the twisted inglorious skeletons and the horrible construction of agony on their charred faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked loathsome from the sight of the gruesome skeletons.

"constabulary are currently investigating the identities of the three victims and the drive of the burst. They were willing to point out on the curiousness of the effect, as there were no reports of any loud interference, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so much destruction. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the scrutiny continues, no chemical substance residue has been found at the site. They can't see any evidence of an actual dud exploding or any tracing of acid ; all they have uncovered is a declamatory 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 construction with his head in his palm, mulling over the previous night. There was barely a swarm in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high-pitched sixties. Baltoh had made himself unseeable so that he didn't even cast a darkness. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his side by side movie and his previous ones. His wings lay draped around him like mantle and his whip-like barbed tail assembly lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his fingers through his hair. He thought back over and over again to the different adept that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his integral beingness had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to dispatch devil and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked form tightly… it replaced the fires of choler in his gist with the fires of passion.

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

‘ To be able to interact and even toss off a man being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged Demon would require at least two weeks to amass adequate power for physical interaction, and even then, a lethal wounding would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the pale sun and began tapping his substructure impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more powerful or crossing over is having less affect. Whatever is going on, I need to put a plosive consonant to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his head as a small pop flared in the back of his mind. He could smell out a surge in fiend push and it was compressed in a single entity. Without a doubt it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through level upon layer upon level of abandoned railway burrow and sewer lineage, moving through solid Oliver Stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the last-place tunnel, residing rich below the city and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally erode rats had inflicted terms to the concrete structures and formations.

Peeling the muscle off of the break up arm of dead fry, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his infantry."How the sin did you find me ? !"

"You may be able to hide yourself from the eyes of mankind and the sparkle of the sun, but you were careless in trying to blot out your power or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was follow the flavour of evilness on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the dead body around Abaddon's feet and the multiple teeth and claw marks."I've let you roam free in this world for too farseeing, now you die,"he growled, forming his sword in his hand.

The fiend began to laugh and held out his deal. Bursting from the soma of his palm, a line of finger cymbals resembling a spinal column reached out and lock together into a meter-long celestial pole. A loud cracking auditory sensation echoed through the bedroom as the spine began to warp, being crushed by an invisible force-out and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a long blade of a single substantial piece of bone, with the spinal anesthesia ridges acting as Brobdingnagian serrations.

"Don't underestimate me traitor. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The painful rallying cry of these puny mankind, they're so beautiful, the auditory sensation of the flesh being torn from their trunk and their blood being splattered across the walls and trading floor, the sight of the piteous girls'teary faces as I rape them to Death, and the predilection of this splendid feast of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these wuss since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain in the neck and their bodies. And I must say, living humans taste so much more delectable than the booze of the damned ; they are so… unspoiled. Now I've become far stronger than I ever was in infernal region, hard enough to even face you !"

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

A bubble of tripping suddenly appeared around Baltoh's clenched fist, expanding twenty foundation every second. The growing guggle of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to thrive, passing through the walls, floor, and roof of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every instruction, the ripple came to a stay and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete mainstay and flicked the air in its focal point. The pillar instantly shattered into millions of pieces and crumbled to the ground, but before the junk could even begin to settle, the pillar was reformed, with every sherd and pebble of concrete joining together into a hulk 1 piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's keep this low, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a roaring torrent of grim and Patrick White muscularity. swarthiness was streaming from his black bat-like offstage and Light was streaming from his pearly eagle-like wings.

Abaddon gave a thrive jest and pointed his sword at Baltoh as black flaming surged up from the priming coat around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can live before you have to fall back to unleashing your full power."

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







Chapter 2



genus Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee table began to spin wildly, with a glowing vapour wafting up from the silky strand. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the feather as it came to a sudden stop and the crystalline morning became more focused and pressured, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feather as if it were in a wind tunnel. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its hind end. The feathering began to flip, with the tip changing commission by only a millimeter of so with each shift.

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

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a wall of Stone, entering an ancient cave arrangement deep below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blur, they locked blades over an over in an endless dance that had been going on for hours. With each hit, a vast shower of sparks would fill the air, as well rubble and shrapnel from every rock and piece of stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the scathe instantly repaired and the affects of the conflict kept from being noticed by the away world.

‘ Damn it, why is this conflict still going on ? It is true that he is far unattackable than any rule devil, but I would normally end a fight like this in less than a hour, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my psyche or my Energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to last,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to coerce all distractions out of his mind.

Disengaging from Baltoh's sword, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his clawed digit at his individual foeman, as if he were pretending to provoke a gun.

"devil Art : Dark Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal ray of light of dark energy erupted from the tip of his claw like a comic Koran baddie's giant death ray.

"Angel Art : Gates of paradise !"Baltoh countered, planting his brand in the priming.

Shaking the unharmed tunnel, an ornate gateway of solid amber burst from the tunnel in movement of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge neon preindication, the logic gate shielded Baltoh from the blast, with the shadow get-up-and-go ineffectual to even hand between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal to hell opened and a massive frame hand reached up, grabbing the demon with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an activity figure of speech and ending the Dark Pulse bam. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the William Henry Gates of promised land tour and pounced on Abaddon with his blade held low for an uppercut slash.

With a monstrous boom, Abaddon swung his seat and struck the hand, shattering all of the bones and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his sword, having just enough fourth dimension to deflect Baltoh's upwardly slice. The two blades met and the Demon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer ability behind the slash, crashing through tier upon tier of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty subway program. The chamber had two subway tracks with a twin lines of tower on the platform between them, a long staircase leading up to the street on one side of the sleeping accommodation but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the platform, and a wall with a dozen payphones stood on the face-to-face wall. The political program was on the rattling fringe of Baltoh's original barrier, significance 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 inactiveness and plunged his sword into ceiling, sending a spider web of cracks through the concrete and causing rubble to rain down. Before Baltoh could reset his sensory faculty of direction and chance Abaddon, the Demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping stone and crashed straight through one of the rows of pillars like a wrecking ball through Styrofoam.

sexual climax to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to block up an execution-style slash from Abaddon. The two enemy stared each former down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching audio of the straight-razor-sized blades on Abaddon's brand grinding against the glazed serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With to a greater extent than twice as practically strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hand from his brand, while the ogre was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to support himself, Abaddon howled in pain in the ass as Baltoh slashed him across the dresser with his talons, tearing out-of-doors his breast caries and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing slug, sending the daemon skidding back 50 fundament. Abaddon struggled to stick on his feet with ink-black stock dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his yearn tail and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's throat, strangling the Demon. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head of a maul, and planted him in the floor with adequate power to create a thirty-foot crater. He released the Demon's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his feet, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the wall with so much force that even the pay phones he didn't crush were destroyed by the shockwave and the unharmed terminal nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his blade at the daimon, about to deliver the final move. Dredging up his index levels for the flak that would efface his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the stairs.

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

His eyes widened and he released a cryptic gasp as genus Selene came into scene. The beautiful woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the sight of him and the undisputable cogent evidence that the events of the night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his plume and focusing on every detail of his body, from his tail to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

"expression out !"she interrupted, drawing his care back to Abaddon. The monster was heavily wounded, but he was on his feet and had his finger pointed at them.

"Die traitor ! Demon Art : Dark heart rate !"He roared.

All the rubble on the floor was thrown aside like trash of newspaper by an excited fan as a sooty blast of darkness vigour surged from his finger like an erupting vent, focused into a dense radio beam with a ten-foot diam and carrying enough power to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding Selene with his annexe, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his brand and deflected it with the border, defying all laws of physics and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the flak burned a hole through the street and shot into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in terror as it continued to originate like a geyser of oil, flying high-pitched above the improbable buildings in less than a second.

With the attack saturating the ambience with shadow get-up-and-go, wickedness violent storm swarm began swirling around the black pillar. Down on the subway weapons platform, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his sword, desperately trying to stop it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his sword and direct it in a different direction, the bam would mosh down onto the metropolis like a cleaver. In the blink of an eye it would choose to deepen the focusing of the blast, a huge scar could be carved straight through respective mi of the city, possibly killing hundreds of multitude. This irradiation was far more brawny than a normal Demon's !

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



"I can't secernate you how distressing I am for costing you the fight. If I hadn't shown up, you could stimulate beaten him,"Selene said, placing a cup of coffee on the island table for Baltoh.

He was leaning against the table with his wings retracted back into his body, in order to proceed from accidently knocking matter over. However, they were the only when aspects of his appearance that he could change. His pincer, can, and burning aura could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding answers, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her apartment, though he had to shit himself invisible in decree to get there without being noticed. Outside, the city of New House of York was like an upturned formicary as everyone who had seen or heard of the blow tried to figure out what it was. There were already dozens of news vans around the area of the eruption, held back by a line of products of police ship's officer while anti-terrorism broker and forensic investigators studied the shot. Outside of the band of crowd, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the human beings and the blast was a signaling that Judgment Day was at manus. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blame them.

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm both ; half Demon, 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 subsist ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of existence, there are three kingdom ; Heaven, this world, and Hell. In heaven there are the holy man and archangel, on Earth there are humankind, and in hellhole there Gargoyles and Demons. Angel Falls are deceased John Barleycorn that have sworn their loyalty to Divine to fight down on his behalf against the power of swarthiness, and archangel are created by YHVH himself or are the sum of multiple saint bonded by their authentic desire to do expert and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In netherworld, Gargoyles are malicious dark life that are born in the Lake of Fire through the anger and hatred of hoi polloi on Earth. While they are completely devoid of literal somebody, they are the shadow equivalence to holy person, but when an Angel falls from the grace of Heaven, it can become a Gargoyle with a soul. During events like warfare or racial extermination, there is always a monolithic upsurge in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negative feelings. However, in blank space on dry land with an unnaturally heights point of pain and hatred in its history, very weak Gargoyles can constitute, while still being far more powerful than even the cruelest homo sprightliness. virtually often, when you think of hellish willpower and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

devil are on a altogether other level of business leader from Gargoyles, with the remainder being compeer to the dispute between holy man and Archangels. When souls are in pit for a yearn decent period of clock time, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and brain dilapidate into ash and they basically cease to subsist as sentient being. There are entire plain stitch in the pits of black moxie from the ashen remains of the clappers of split souls.

However, there is a peculiar form of ash in that mixture, a part of the human soul that is… heavier. It is the hint of evilness that lie within every soul, the darkness that drives hoi polloi to sin and institutionalise criminal offense. Some have more evilness in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to imprint a adept, the crushing weight unit of all the immorality deeds and their system of weights will draw the heaviest particles of ash together and form a demon, spawned completely from the malice of malefic someone and lacking even a individual homo characteristic other than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting whole tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy creature and the wickedness it would set loose.

"The other kind of devil is a diminish archangel, which means that its powers of light are converted into the mogul of duskiness and they become handmaid of the Devil. You can state which Demons were originally Archangels created by JHVH because they are much more calm and tempered, being of a unity intellect instead of a toxic smorgasbord of hundred of spirits."

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

"Demons are basically fallen Angelica Archangelica, right ? Well instead of being an garden angelica that has fallen, I am a devil that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weighting to his tidings than the contract of a new world order.

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

Even after all of the things she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a fiend truly was, she felt a great amount of money of reverence towards the crossbreed and took a stride back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very different and unequalled mixtures of soulfulness, specifically the souls of mass who committed slaying in the epithet of Justice ; police officers, Templar horse, executioners, patriots, or even simple men killing the bastards that raped their wife or daughters. Jahvey doesn't condone killing between human, even if it is to bump off evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eye downcast and hired man balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palms. genus Selene felt a deep pall in her heart as she heard the painful sensation in Baltoh's vocalization.

"I was once a legion of gazillion of citizenry, tortured for eons by the minions of the Devil for bringing DoJ to the world through violence. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our acts. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any other Demon's generation, I began to take form from their hatred. But unlike Demons that chassis from the hatred of life and brightness level, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to slay and kill the forcefulness of darkness was so brawny that I was able to come alive from the pain and hatred of the discarded torpedo. As far as I know, no ogre has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my top executive was already unnaturally high.

I remember my birth clearly : opening move my optic for the first clock time trench below the ground of the ashen playing field, coughing on the dark territory that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the suppress pressure on all sides. I remember climbing up through layer upon stratum of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my mechanical man body and the Demon characteristics. I continued to tunnel through the soil, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen tomb, my clawed hand broke through the open and I managed to draw myself out.

cough and gagging, I climbed out onto the black bailiwick of ash, breathing heavily for the first clip. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of the pits and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a Demon. The second after the realization came, so did the passion and desires of all the human mortal that made up my consciousness. The desire to demolish evil was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to give up if I didn't behead a beast of Hell powerful then and there, but there I was, a living ogre ; the very symbolisation of iniquity 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 sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my creation right then and there. At least in my death, I could destroy evil and withdraw one threat from existence. Raising my hand, I straightened my finger and plunged my hook into my own spirit, ending my life.

Selene, never in the account of existence has a demon ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too vain and too despairing to make believe others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless suffering, they refuse to die in the promise that they can do misery. But here I was, trying to pass my own universe to that I could at least destruct one piece of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremes is what allowed me to turn what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this morning. As my perforated philia came to a stoppage and the utmost flickers of undeath went out in my brain, there was a flash in my somebody, brighter than a million suns. Through sin, I had achieved virtue, the same horizontal surface of virtue that Angels needed to accomplish to become Archangels.

Just as Jesus was resurrected three days after his death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy energy flooded my torso with the desire to destruct wickedness acting as the bridge circuit between darkness and lightness, allowing for a synergistic equipoise that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the power of both Heaven and blaze pulsing through my nervure, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every mo. I shed my scaly demon skin for a humanoid soundbox and build, grew the wings of an Angel above my daimon annex, and gained a halo of Hellfire, all while keeping my claws, tail, Demon flank, and the power of shadow energy.

I stood up with my new consistency, completely enlightened and worlds apart from Demons and Archangels in terms of durability and raw power. As I flexed my fingers, a Demon landed behind me, having come to investigate the bright light caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the creature attacked… pathetic savage. Completely driven by instinct and using less get-up-and-go than to snap my fingers, I beheaded the Demon with the sharpness of my mitt, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that point on, my war against the spawn of hell began, and I spent the last various X solely in the fiend and Gargoyle baby's room, slaughtering the unholy beasts the second they were spawned and fighting for every s of my life sentence, appeasing my desire to hit vicious and decimating the daemon's armies."

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

"So if you're half Demon and half Angelica Archangelica, can you combine your king ?"

"No, I can only use them at the Same sentence. I can mix them so that the two Energy Department are blended to the point that they look almost like the pelt of a zebra, but they forever remain discriminate violence, just like oil and water. It is impossible for monster energy and Angel energy to bond, they are too opposite of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the sunrise of the day I saved you, a monster 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 enrol and decease all three plain stitch of existence at will. I'm here to find out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to slaughter them."

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

"Gargoyles and Demons can only hybridise into this human race from hell on earth if they are summoned through some act of human being necromancy, like a crowd of Goth Thomas Kyd performing a diabolical ritual. The operation is actually very irritating for any fantasm that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping 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 result is an fantasm with significantly lowered power point, so low that the only actions they can pick out are paranormal events like haunting the stead where they were summoned. Given meter, they become more than and more powerful, eventually becoming strong enough to spite world and even leave the seat they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ones who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summons a literal Demon, and that's when thing get bad. A Gargoyle can own and even vote out hoi polloi in an area, but daemon are able to create natural disasters and even plagues, like erupting vent, seism, and tsunamis."

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

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The rite of exorcism does not call the great power of Jehovah to banish a fiend back to infernal region, it is more like a summoning rite for Angels, except that it only has to suck up their tending, as Angels have the ability to pass through dimensional barriers. Consider yourself lucky that diabolical entities are incompetent of having that ability. When an dispossession is performed, it is a SOS to the power in nirvana that you need serve destroying a satanic entity or evil someone. Making their trunk invisible so that they can't be seen, the saint and even archangel will come and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battles can get extremely violent and destructive, so angel answering the call option of exorcism always arrive in radical. One or Sir Thomas More fights the entity or evil spirit, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the events from out of doors witness, and another to protect the one performing the dispossession and anyone else in the arena, always having to bring around their wounds and alter their memories. entire city blocks can be annihilated in one of these fight and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the threshold of dying. When that happens, the Angels will do everything in their big businessman to avoid acknowledgement by the superior general world. They will pass over store, reconstruct anything destroyed, and even pull wires the media and cyberspace to destroy all paper or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to Demons vs. archangel, the engagement are waged using ancient piece and incantation that focus the respective Energy Department of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both promised land and Hell spells."

"But why do the Angel Falls make themselves unseeable ? Why not testify themselves ? And why do they have to alter people's memories ?"

"After the dying of Christ, Lord decreed that Angels and archangel were to halt all visible natural process in the human race of the Living. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely unseeable. The personnel of Heaven barely ever come to Earth anymore for anything other than answering the calls of exorcism.

daemon and Gargoyles also stay inconspicuous almost constantly, but for a different understanding. Whenever a demonic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the luminosity of this world. They can plow revealing themselves indoors and outside at night without too much pain or trouble, but becoming visible in tolerant daytime is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Jahvey wanted to promote the lack of faith which was born at the turn of the century. After almost two thousand eld of war and suffering caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the human race would be better off in the men of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no trust. A world without religious belief is a far more peaceable world than one where multitude fight over the deity they believe in."

Selene was silent for several second as she tried to think of another question."If hunting these Demons and Gargoyles is giving you so much trouble, why don't you just ask the Angel Falls for help ?"

Baltoh sighed."The Angel hate me just as much as the Demons do. I may be half archangel, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an detestation. Even though I have slain entire armies of devil in my liveliness, they see me as a huge threat that must be destroyed. I have come to world thousands of times before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every time I arrive, they try to destroy me because I am that much of a danger to the Balance of the three universes.

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

More than a minute passed by, in which neither Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact. Looking at Selene in the recess of his eye, Baltoh was trying to translate 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 last two dozen hours.

"Thank you,"genus Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the smallest of grin, so light that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just shoot down those rapist in the alley, you healed my lesion and brought me back to my dwelling house. Today in the metro, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me by, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholic face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these monsters yet means that it will probably occupy fourth dimension. During that time, if you ever want to take a open frame or lecture to soul, just come find me."

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

"Of course,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"dungeon it with you, and if you are ever in danger, I will sense it and be able to get hold you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the paries, leaving Selene resting her chin on her bridge player with a dreamy expression on her face.



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

She was in the respite room of her government agency building, looking in low cabinets for any coffee bathroom so that she could pee-pee a newly pot. The break elbow room was like any early in the domain, with a business line of gamey cabinet and low cabinet against the wall, a pocket-size fridge, dingy inflammation, a table and a few death chair, a"stainless steel"steel sink, and a Irish bull motivational bill sticker that served only to add some color to the ecru wall.

Molly was sitting up on the counter like a slight kid, curling her long blonde whisker around her finger. She was both the equal and opposite to genus Selene, with golden hair, bright bluish eyes, and picket pelt, but she had a fit build with voluptuous curves, the staring combination of upright cistron and countless hours at the gym. She and genus Selene had been in effect champion since they were first interne and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a real ignominy. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a unity picture of it anywhere, not on the word, in the papers, or even online. Normally if soul falls off their motorcycle, people have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the priming coat. And it was almost right in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her Quaker muttered while trying to give away a jumbled international nautical mile of a few strands of her hair.

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

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

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

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

"Just a minute of arc Mr. Reed,"molly said with a smile that was as shammer as a political leader's promise.

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

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



coffee bean cup in hand, Selene returned to her carrell and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to keep her judgement focused on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Baltoh and her purse, which had his plume stitched into the side of meat, something which molly had joked about being so out of expressive style that she might as well just predict her pocketbook a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was cancel for her to interrogate her current life. After learning that Eden, Hell, holy man, Demons, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really strange to conceive she had seen too very much to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to jazz to a greater extent, she wanted to guide part in Baltoh's battle against the Demons and just do something that would let her bang that she had a situation in the fully grown world.

Putting her handbag on her desk so that she could at least keep back her eyes on the feather, she eventually managed to get some literal workplace done.



Baltoh stood on the roof of a skyscraper, completely inconspicuous as he gazed out at the city and tried to sense the zip signatures of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in Hell, the dark spirits were keeping their powerfulness hidden to forfend detecting, making it next to impossible for Baltoh to pick them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a hopeful tower of get down shown down from the sky like a shaft of sun piercing a layer of thick clouds.

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

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

The run-in of the statement carried a exercising weight and minatory tone that no early language held, as it was the language of the Hades ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a frame of speaking that was very life-threatening to humans. If spoken in the oecumenical public, every mortal within earshot would be brought to their knee joint by crippling nausea. Speaking full set phrase like Baltoh had just done would get them to hurl up and begin bleeding from their backtalk, nose, and even ear and middle.

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

The garden angelica's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore charge, baggy pants, a sash, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The merely differences were that his wearing apparel were as white as his plume, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a pair of bond on his wrist joint, though his did accept the rosary bead chemical chain. His complexion was much tan than Baltoh's hoar skin tone, and he lacked nipper, a hind end, and of course, a pair of Demon fender. His ear were pointed and he had a single seam of red wavy hair going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should consider yourself golden that I decided to be charitable and not round the second I entered this realm."

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

"Your arrogance is truly that of a demon, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned loathing. Not to mention the fact that you have the Same habit of getting involved with mass as the dark beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic damage to the metropolis without even eliminating all touch of your existence and have even socialized and murdered humans. This is a crime of the gamy rescript !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The laws of YHWH mean zero to me. Your King is a apathetic mug, at least I do good in this creation. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"offense"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a bright newsbreak of light from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his grip. The handle was of bend gold wire with a ruby pommel, the bronze safeguard was shaped and engraved to await like a pair of Angel fender, and the brand was sterling flatware but stiff than steel.

"Say one more word, and I will cut you down here and now ! The ogre and Gargoyles can wait, but your demise is long overdue !"

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

"The place is truly life-threatening, you know that unspoiled than anyone. This time, Eden can not afford to stay out of the mussiness,"Michael argued, lowering his sword and softening his tone.

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

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the city, with a marble-sized sphere of dark energy crackling at the tip of the claw of his index finger."Then I'll flack a Dark pulsation straight into the city and kill the succeeding three miles of buildings."

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

"I'm half devil, remember ? You never know what I'll do,"Baltoh said with a little grin.

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



Abaddon was sitting on a bowlder in a cavern oceanic abyss below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hounds. Whimpering in fear and pain in the ass was a little girl at his invertebrate foot, xviii old age old with auburn tomentum and pale tegument. She had her hands wrapped around her ankles, trying to hold back 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 workforce if she tried to cringe away.

The sadistic wildcat had recovered from his battle with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless people. In front of him, a small-scale trice of red luminance popped about two measure above the background and held its phase as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like item protruded from the side. The area slowly expanded, allowing for another bony point to reveal itself. The two claws pushed against the face of the empyrean in inverse directions, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional curtain, less than a fundament long, and slowly showing more of their actual size. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the fervent astuteness of the modest manifestation, latching themselves onto the border of reality and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn border between Earth and nether region itself.

At a meter in diam, the interior of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a combustion tunnel with black fog pouring out. The claws that were hooked around the edges of the portal vein were the size of Tree log, and with each clear space that formed by stretching the portal site, another nipper would strive out and latch onto the bound, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven feet in diameter, a Demon leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breath. The daemon looked remarkably standardized to Abaddon, with the Saame humanoid-Gargoyle torso and characteristics, only he didn't have hair and his turn trumpet were more like the horns of a bull than a goat like Abaddon. Like the Demon, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armour plates and had a metal shackle on each wrist joint.

"damn you, you could consume at least helped me. That was barely ripe than being summoned,"the daimon snarled at Abaddon as he tried to get on his feet.

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

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

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

Rimmon clicked his forked tongue at Abaddon's tone."So lost. I know what my parliamentary procedure are ; you don't have to remind me. But in order to do that, I need to make out that you are following your parliamentary law as well. Why in the Dark lord's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a homo horde yet ? !"

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

"Well have you at to the lowest degree piece your target area ?"

"I've only seen a few human beings that would serve as expert hosts for our plans, but we don't need too many important people. Once we move forward, we'll just plectron whoever will be appealing and then run forward with our plans."

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

"handgrip on, I don't want us to start this missionary station on the untimely metrical foot,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the young lady on the flat coat by the back of her shirt and threw her like a discarded coat. Rimmon caught her by the wrist and grinned, taking great pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his chela into her mild flesh.

"These animation humans are so much more pure and intolerant to trouble than the captive in perdition, their screams of agony and mortification are like music. Torturing this one fille will give you as lots energy as eating five. She's a short gift to help you regain some strength."

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

"I'm going to go look for some more nutrient, 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 trading floor. The frighten off sob victim desperately tried to creep away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a excruciating screaming as Rimmon slashed her across the rachis with his hook, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

"Please don't pop me, please !"she begged of the demon.

Rimmon gave a cruel jest and crouched down over her, grabbing her whisker and pulling her headway 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 binge off her face with his longsighted forked tongue.

The little girl gave another painful scream as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her doll and panty. Her lily-white back end was now wet with ancestry from five rich slice. Wrapping his backside around her shank, Rimmon lifted the girlfriend up onto her hands and human knee as he removed his cock, which was inhumanly expectant and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed top dog of his spiny putz pressed against the unswayed lips of her pussy. Grabbing her by the hips and digging into her form with his claws, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a single cruel shove.

As the serrated member tore through the girl's Virgin cunt and completely shredded her Hymen, she screamed so loud in pain and humiliation that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in bother instead of joy. Rimmon groaned in evil bliss as he let his cock become accustomed to the softness of the womanhood's cunt. stemma was trickling in a steady current, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human spine, Rimmon's dick had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an object of that size moving through such a humble and squiffy initiative is like using a pneumatic hammer for a surgical dent, and she had basically just experienced giving parturition to a near grownup 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 spot, and it's arduous to decide whether the genial pain was the great or physical pain.

Licking his lips, the Demon pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as tacky and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the mind and ridges scraping against the bleeding cutting. The trickle of rakehell turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his transfuse hand and drank it like it was elixir of eternal youth. With his grip on his torture hard worker tightened, Rimmon forced his cock back into her brutalized puss. This time, the girl did not shriek in suffering or mortification, as she was too officious vomiting from them. The pain and mental scarring was so intense that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the young woman's snap was gracious and loose ( or ripped exposed like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging phallus. The girl was facedown in the pool of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable torture that was burning inside her from the waist. The exclusively way she could describe the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her idea, the tormenting thoughts of her slain class, her stolen virginity, her defiled purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked bleeding consistency played like a horror movie that she could not search away from.

The torment victim's only easing came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the unbelievable blood loss was making her excited, and that her entire modest dead body had been so heavily damaged that her face were only half functioning.

After 20 proceedings of the savage torture, Rimmon finally pulled out of his young dupe, who was nearly catatonic. The woman's slit was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so brute and hard that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her unfastened, and shredded the flesh inside like grass under a Mary Jane whopper. Her pussy looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to bring up the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a limp ragdoll, her backtalk unfold, her eyes glazed over, and her judgment almost completely shut down.

Sensing life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair over to him and forced his cock into her gentle mouth. As if woken up from a bad dreaming, the young woman suddenly became wild and tried to crusade the Demon away, but could not free herself or remove the phallus that was completely filling her pharynx. She gagged and screamed as the painfulness from her injuries came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's dick still in her backtalk and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an angry lion as he finally came, launching almost half a dry pint of semen into the girl's esophagus. The animalise young woman gave one final scream as the acidic ooze began to burn through her vocal cords, but quickly became mum as her arteria and spinal corduroy were the following to go. With her head being severed from her body, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the vomit off his cock, chuckling to himself as he tried to remember back to the lastly sentence he had such a great piece of ass. Redressing in the Roman soldier-like skirt of armour plates that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some bushed people and a few support ones.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself,"he said a grin. Instead of speaking, Rimmon just mirrored the nervus facialis 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 usual, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily giving birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving sign of the zodiac and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in mass and effort as the stockbrokers chief operating officer rolled by in the backs of their limousine, tired from a long day of hoarded wealth hunt.

No one paid any attention to the still man shuffling into the gang with a bottle in his hired man. What people didn't see was the rag sticking out of the schnozzle. The man stepped up to the spotter melodic phrase set up by police force, gazing at the machine passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soul growled as it saw the gross target.

Holding up the bottle and a igniter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the masses around the possessed man saw the flame and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crowd. Just as the fruition of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the rear of his limo, the fat balding man was trying to light the cigar held between his dentition. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated Zippo refused to give off to a greater extent than a few sparks.

Giving up on being capable to perch his cigar, he closed the zilch, just as the Perm Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a mantle of liquid flaming across the open of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man's death was not requisite. The street was already erupting into pure bedlam as protestors screamed and fled and constabulary began beating mass at random.



A berserk wealthy businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic facial vellication as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human consistence. With his grip in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to quiet her John L. H. Down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the account for his lunch. No tip had been left behind, only a note saying that servants should learn to bring food faster.

It was a small motion, one that really cause any damage. But already, picture show of the note were being spread across the internet and igniting massive infernos of ire and gall. exchangeable notes were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The damp night was filled with the sound of spray paint as possessed men and women scrawled vast messages on populace surface in crimson. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it count like each one had been painted with a blood splatter. The messages were things like ‘ GOD HATES pansy ’, ‘ kudos ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION ’, ‘ IT'S THE Theodore Harold White HOUSE, NOT THE nigger HOUSE ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



scandalisation boiled in the metropolis with the rising sun as people would walk to their railcar and rule that their tire had been slashed and the side had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the target of this vandalism, both democrat and Republican River. As the great unwashed struggled to get to work, the Brobdingnagian cascade of offense substance that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by desperate street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hatred spread.



genus Selene came to a stop in the hallway of her part, having caught the speech sound of a timorous conversation in the break room. With her helping hand on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two fair sex talked in shut up voices by the fridge.

"It's absolutely frightful, I throw up every clock time I imagine it,"one woman in her too soon fifties tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

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

"I just heard it now on the radio. Police were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the daycare marrow, and when they arrived, half of the children were dead and the other half were missing !"

genus Selene's blood felt like frigidness Hg in her veins.

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



A candlelight watch was held in every religious edifice throughout the metropolis, as well as in front of city Granville Stanley Hall, with people praying for the prophylactic of the taken children and mourning their horrible end. And that was just the city, the site was already getting external attention. Completely unaware of the forces at piece of work, the citizenry prayed while the devil and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough strength to buckle it like an void beer can. Sword in paw, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled army corps of the nobble minor. Already a bombastic pool of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the slaughter consistency. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave scream of terror, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two boastfully wooden mark on the Gargoyle's rachis, each more than twice as orotund as the Gargoyle's physical structure. The Hell-spawn animate being were instantly slammed into the ground with enough force to shatter the pavement, and even though the gargantuan hybridisation were only laying on them like fallen tree, they could not filch so much as a finger, as the gravity acting on their organic structure had been multiplied to the full stop where their diabolic bones were about to snap.

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



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

A smash on the doorway drew his aid and one of his aides stepped in, trying to help 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 metropolis mansion that were working through the Night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police officers, were standing around a van-sized passel of sheets of material, sitting in the street right in front man of the building.

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

Once of the police force military officer picked one of the shroud and held it to the light of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a trade good flavour at it."It's an American English flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of City residence hall, completely indiscernible by the humans, Abaddon gave a deep laugh as he held out his hand. With a snap of his fingerbreadth, the entire chain reactor was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of care, watching as the flag burned.



One by one, the column of human politeness were being knocked over, slowly causing the intact foundation of society to collapse.



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

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

A shadower shifted across her face, causing her to open her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended outside and his tail curling and swishing behind him."skilful morning,"he said with no formulation.

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

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

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

Selene was wearing zip but a black lash and a fit bra that was struggling to agree in her full titty. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could sense a very substantial signified of foreplay as he gazed at her slender yet luscious figure of speech. As usual, the strength of these feeling of draw welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his rousing, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to rag him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to extract a couple of jeans out of the scummy drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel loan-blend a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian exotic dancer to shame and could resile a quarter across the way. Her pitch-dark lace G-string was nestled between the two face like a length of wire and was clinging to her almost as if dire. Feeling the intercrossed's eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade skin, genus Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her substructure into a duad of slim-fit dungaree. She slowly pulled up the jean with the sash being dragged tightly against the back of her legs, the way a clay sculptor would drag a string across her creation in progress to pretend it perfectly smooth and shaped. genus Selene stood up straight, pulling her dungaree tightly against the rear of her second joint with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to clobber his lips and preserve his calmness as his rushing roue began to enlarge his cock.

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

Selene was momentarily flooded with overplus, but quickly brushed it aside. With a tank top in hand, she turned back to him."Well you've already seen me defenseless, so there is no reason to be discrete,"she defended while raising her subdivision to slip on the top.

Baltoh instantly felt his cock stir as her boob seemed to exposit with the line of latitude aggrandisement of her limb."So has your doc, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The white cooler top came down over her bosom, restoring his self-denial. genus Selene swung her head teacher from side to side, straightening out her long hair."happy ?"she asked with a wry smiling.

Baltoh did not reply. With a humble giggle, she turned and walked to the doorway."Come on in before someone calls the police force about a man with a tail and four annex watching people from their fervidness escape."

While it wasn't a smile, Baltoh's reflection lightened and he stepped into the room, first retracting his wings back into his torso and wrapping his foresightful derriere around his shank. As he stepped through the doorway of her bedchamber, genus Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't worry, the halo is mostly just a symbolic illusion of my garden angelica status. If I want it to, I can wee-wee it interact with the populace around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of Light Within, see ?"

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

"So tell me, do you have any memory board of the citizenry that you once were ? You seem to empathize cultural references just exquisitely,"she asked while setting up the coffee Maker.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and shelf."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell crumble to dot, they've already undergone so much straining that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. almost of the memories I get are of people's patterns in their day-after-day lives, like their apprehension and survey of their civilisation. While I don't remember ever meeting a doc or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my intellect of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth tens of thousands of times to escape from Hell when I am overpowered and death is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might trust, I am far from being the top of the food for thought chain."

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

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

"That's unbelievable !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"Time in hell on earth moves at a much faster pace than in the man world, a single day here is an intact class there. It's difficult to differentiate just how old I am as hell on earth has no seasons or yearly changes, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

"Say, what is netherworld like ? I get a wispy idea, but I'm curious. Coffee ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or drinkable. daemon and Gargoyles can eat human frame in order of magnitude to regain their strength, but Angel Falls and Angelica Archangelica do not necessitate support. In fact, we never have to"alleviate ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

Hell is actually rather lowly. The creation of it is just as tumid as this one but the name ‘ Hell'denotes both the integral region and the one region that is actually occupied by human and hellish feel is a one planet in empty quad. 95 % of the planet nether region covered by a sea of flack that burns for all timelessness, but there is a place known as the isle of the Damned. It's the lone landmass in all of perdition so it's the only place with simply residents, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where most of the stuff and nonsense goes on.

The planet is composed of zones, which each zone corresponding to a different sort of captive and dissimilar form of punishment. The zone are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly hell, but by other element and geographical factor. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing overrefinement and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can unblock them of their nuisance. I consider myself lucky that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in infernal region, beings with Angel or Demon DOE are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the same opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victim of circumstance and those who meant to do adept. Suicide victims, heroes that have committed slaying to bring justice, and even people who committed crimes completely by fortuity. Unfortunately, the absolute majority of the hoi polloi in Hell are there only because of lowly infractions 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 clip in this country ; do you go to sin if you get an abortion ? They say its murder."

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

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

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

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

"I do know that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the scenes of these hoo-ha and I always find the faint scent of evil. Abaddon and his partner in crime are taking over humans and using them to raise tenseness and movement chaos, though it has already gained momentum and no longer requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news, but a woman just threw a blooming bottle of gasoline into a mosque while it was good of people. I got there instant after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no remorse in taking her aliveness. 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 drink down them later ), new protest groups are starting and they are patrolling the metropolis with political sign of the zodiac, and I've already found three dead bodies."

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

detection her uneasiness, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial murderer that takes the lives of clean-handed masses. My gens means"righteousness"in the terminology of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of evil of millions of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause harm and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torment they inflict and bring the justice that must rule. hate is like flack, in that it can destruct all in its path, but my hate is like red region, 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 honest, I have no clew what the daimon are up to. I don't know if they're causing this bedlam because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to enshroud their movements while they bring some plan to fruition. I can't track them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their powers with enough energy for me to sense or their homo hosts are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't get hold them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to wait, hold for one of them to give away themselves or wait until I can distinguish a possible shape and predict where they will shine so that I can capture them."

He then walked back over to the island board and leaned over it, looking in genus Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a feeling that things are going to stay to escalate. These routine of wildness and hooliganism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this fire is just going to keep growing unless I can block them. If I can't find them soon and thing go from bad to worse, I want you to give 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 amaze and complicated that I can get involved in. I moved here because of how worry New House of York is. Right now, you are the most occupy thing in the worldly concern, so I'm not leaving unless you leave."

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

"Always. Like most kid, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a little terror. I was always trying to push myself to my limit point and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't climb that tree, you'll fall ”,"I don't care if your pal 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 behemoth psyche challenge."

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

Selene laughed."My parents still keep my old bedroom full of my trophies, not to mention awards from other shoal grouping. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to equilibrize preparation, fun, shoal baseball club, and a social spirit. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the warm and substantially I became. I was like a knife ; no matter how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

genus Selene's grin grew smaller, but did not disappear."I could never recover a guy who challenged me enough, someone occupy enough. I've had couple swain in my life sentence, but as you can see, they didn't shoemaker's last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could expend my liveliness trying to climb like a cliff nerve or translate like a book written in Latin."

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

Baltoh rested his chin on his hands the like way, looking into her heart."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 tense to hold a future, you only need a present from which that future can grow."

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

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

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

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

As he turned around, about to go intangible and fling through the wall, genus Selene spoke."Baltoh, take your clip. You've piqued my interest, so don't think you're leaving any prison term soon."

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the wall and levels of the construction and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fire escape valve of the edifice across the street. His arms were crossed and he had a drab grin.

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



genus Selene and Molly were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the background, the sound of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the common itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the paving sea was bustling with people, all trying to bask the nice weather before it rose into the unendurable summertime temperatures.

"I had the nappy dream last night…"molly hummed as both women leaned back in the bench with their eyes closed, trying to hock up as much sun as possible like a twosome of dozing cats.

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

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

"mollie, we agreed never to speak about that Nox, remember ?"she hissed.

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

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

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

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



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the cubicle maze with a half-full charge card cup and a prominent lurch. This was the last prison term they would allow hard drink, and for good rationality. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and more than drunk to decide to get photocopying her ass, genus Selene was looking for mollie, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around to the highest degree of the building, but there was one place she had not checked.

genus Selene pressed her ear against Mr. reed's government agency room access, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their ugly boss. She did not listen the moan or flesh applause of two people having sex, but she heard an riffle buzzing strait and the shrill but soft whines of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her boss'chairwoman, her blouse open with her arms across her bare breasts, her thong and skirt on the storey, and a vibrator being worked between her ramification ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"molly, what are you doing ?"genus Selene asked in lazy interest group. The sonsy blonde nearly jumped out of the chair.

"genus Selene, close the door !"

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

molly turned in the chair and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a cigarette without even turning it off."I was bored as inferno, my vibrator was in my pocketbook, and this is the most comfortable chairwoman. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober enough to beat back. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

Selene was completely unaffected by the sight of her friend's white D-cup titty, landing strip-flat belly, tranquil thighs, and wet shaved pussy, and Molly seemed literally unfastened to showing her everything. Without alcohol 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 laughable. I've been fucking myself with this thing for half an hour and I've almost drained the barrage, not to remark my arms are exhausted."

Selene was soundless, letting her middle wander around the federal agency before inevitably coming back to her vacate cup.

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

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

crosswalk her legs, Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartner at story clock time. Molly spread her legs and only now did Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

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

Squeamish but uncoerced, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger and quarter round. She looked back and forth at the toy and the spread lips of her friend's pussy, hungry for joy. A share of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The blonde wino instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky flesh of her moist interior. The sound of the sexual claim made Selene excited and dying, but she proceeded to move the toy back and Forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a plunger in molly, the dulcet succus of her twat ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's digit. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her hands, she could palpate herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted reflexion of pleasure on Molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her chest as her body trembled and she pinched her nipples, her flat stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her leg openly spread, carelessly putting her oil vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the odorous smell of her booster's pussy was making her organic structure tremble with heat and excitement. True, she had never felt any sort of attraction to women, at least no more than a slight curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a pinch or stimulation when molly bent over to nibble something up or was showing a particularly ample amount of segmentation. Selene often found her gaze wandering when Molly was around, stirring her instinctive oddment. And she had to admit that the symphony of Molly's moan and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a duet minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her full hand and was working it in her Quaker with rapid focal ratio, making molly holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

Trembling from the arousal that had been instilled by pleasuring mollie, Selene was just about to get back on her animal foot, but froze in shock as her Quaker ran her spit up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.

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

"Of course, I am delicious !"

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

Selene's whole body became rigid as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the back of her throat, nearly making her stinker from the sinfulness of her supporter's feel. She tried to pull away, but molly was holding her shoulder and making her to blow it. Molly truly was a reign drunk, but even with tears rolling down her face from the punishment of her throat, genus Selene was too drunk to feel anything but joy at the delectable oil from mollie's pussy.

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

"Want some more ?"

genus Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inactiveness. With a grin, molly got down on her knees and began working the dildo in her bitch, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side while genus Selene licked the other, both of them taking keen 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 char began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to meet. At first of all it was the slightest inadvertent spot, then strings of spit could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, genus Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibe of joy between her legs to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their mouths salivating from the hotness they were feeling. With a smiling, mollie put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on genus Selene's shoulders, she laid her friend back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing nothing but her high heels.

"Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,"Molly purred as her long blonde hair's-breadth hung down on Selene's face, contrasting against her coloured 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 rosy lip rouge tone blending together, Molly grasped Selene's hired hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the subject matter and inserted her fingers into the wet first step, tickling mollie's dent and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one script, mollie pulled off Selene's skirt and panties with the other, revealing her own kitty-cat, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into Selene, making her groan in delight through their dateless kiss. Both women began moving as mirror double, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a three-fold helix. After a arcminute of hugging, Molly sat up and undid genus Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jug burst free from their material prison house. Molly moved up past Selene's head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's tit in line with their faces.

"seminal fluid on, suck on them,"molly said coyly as her tumid mammilla hung just inch 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 mollie coo not just in forcible bliss, but in the noesis that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was prison term for her to harvest the benefits. Molly lowered her principal and calico Selene's areolas with her clapper, taking incredible expiation in the taste and feel of her balmy flesh.

For several minutes, the two women sucked on each early's tits like leach, practically leaving hickeys on their pointing nipples. With a coy smile, molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect tense ass above Selene's face.

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

number one pulling her farseeing blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the squashy entrance to her scratch, making Selene groan softly in euphoria. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her head and buried her face in mollie's arrant ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old boyfriends had done to please her as molly's fluid ass boldness were clenched against the slope of her look. Molly gave the Same groan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two fair sex into a bread and butter yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet kitty, Molly purred and hummed from the tasting alone as she sucked up every delicious drop of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake bite. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more and more wonted and practiced at pleasuring molly, moving her tongue inside her friend the same way that molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking vast amounts of pleasure in not just the flavor of the hot wet cunt resting on her facial expression, but the way-out fervour making her hale body buzz at the effeminacy of those scrumptious kitty lips and the noesis that she was completely gorging herself on her aphrodisiacal friend.

With a smile, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her groan through molly's ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake and rumble in Selene and using it to draw forth more snatch juice to drink up. The post was filled with the phone of the woman's moans of pleasance and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with genus Selene's oils. Licking her smiling mouth, molly got up and shifted her system of weights, sitting directly on genus Selene's face so that she was almost completely hidden between her ally's curvaceous ass cheek. Molly broadened her ascendance on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in Selene and making her spread her legs wide, pointing her high heels at the ceiling.

"That's right, beloved. Lick my puss,"mollie purred as she ran her glossa up Selene's smooth leg and continued to love her wildly with the vibrator.

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

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

Selene obeyed with horny hullabaloo, pushing her tongue as far into Molly's asshole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of Eden. Molly gripped her tit until the pale skin turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's soft wet clapper burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist flesh. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her brain and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively pleasant-tasting and her massaged pussy lips wanted the pleasance to never end, not to mention that Molly's mild smooth ass felt amazing on the face of her font. Her give efforts were driving mollie insane in disco biscuit, making her unconstraint her white meat and instead rub her kitty frantically, soaking her fingers in her succus before sucking on them.

After almost five minute of arc, Molly finally got off of Selene and quickly bow down, licking her case clean like a dog licking a filthy photographic plate. Selene had a drunken smile on her face as mollie's clapper ran up her face.

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

Molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the floor, desperate for a second course of delightful twat. Selene moved up over mollie's brass, but in the reverse direction when their roles had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her lick her pussy. The second gear molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much heavy pressure on her tender lips as molly's tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the shank down from the incredible pleasure being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling Molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small-scale desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the broad gentleness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's heart and soul, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, rightfulness between her legs. Upon its insertion, molly nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the feeling of the toy shaking every I centimetre of moist flesh in her twat and the soft lusciousness of Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before foresighted, Selene craved more from mollie ; she wanted to experience what her friend had experienced. She changed her emplacement, getting on all fours with her pap pointing at the cap. mollie took the substance and practically dove into Selene's tight SOB, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so salutary. prevent licking, keep on licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her pussycat and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to go down off balance.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against mollie's facial expression while the blond nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her prick. Before foresightful, genus Selene's second joint were burning like furnaces and she had to light Molly's jiggling spit. Like Molly had done, genus Selene bent down and licked her supporter's face like an ice cream cone.

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so Molly took the initiative. Nearly scraping genus Selene with her mellow blackguard in her excitement, mollie interlocked the two women's legs. Very gently, the smooth out brim of their kitty-cat kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.

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

grinning and licking their lips, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their pussy lips aggressively osculation and smother each early over and over again. Their moan reached new levels of intensity and whole tone as the effeminateness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their glazed smooth bodies as their thigh clapped against each other over and over again and their backtalk seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their bodies moved in calendar method of birth control, they each reached out and massage each former's breasts, rubbing their medal against each early's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for various mo until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their pussies were as soaked as dish sponger, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juices, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like hotdog in the summer from their sweat. Their bodies were both covered in a glistening motion-picture show of exertion, spit, and vaginal juices, catching the illumination and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

espial her breather first, Molly sat up and swathed her hand in the wet potpourri between their pussies 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 travail off Selene's pleasant-tasting knocker, kissing her neck, and finally locking lip with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The animal kiss revived genus Selene, and she could finally experience the effects of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling Molly and at her own au naturel body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't response, only blushed in chafe and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn't taken her long after the party to remember everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. mollie felt no rue and occasionally tried to talk genus Selene into another sexy whirl, and while genus Selene always said no, she could not ignore that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her finger's breadth between her legs, Selene often found that her expert climax when storage of eating out Molly slipped into her phantasy. If she were completely honorable, she would say that being with a woman was one of the nifty new experiences in her life, one of her personal deary"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why Selene forgave molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained unspoiled champion. As a good deal as she denied it, in her subconscious, the sole reason why she never took mollie up on her sexual offers was because she didn't want to complicate their friendship any advance. Though as the memories flashed through her head, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some blank space from mollie so that she could realise her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in presence of the day care center from which they had killed half of the baby and taken the balance to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, greenback, and photo of the dead and missing baby, 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 blank space and what kind of world their youngster were living on. The street was completely vacuous, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the monster, they had made their bodies invisible to keep the twinkle from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a mime and licked his lips."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and rage that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the tyke was a wise move, as now the humans of this metropolis are close to rioting from reverence for themselves and their loved ace and wrath that this was allowed to happen. I don't know which is more delectable, the anatomy and stemma of those tike or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the homo world. However, with my king at its maximum level and this urban center acting as the hone genteelness primer coat of malevolence and suffering, the only way the variable could be serious aligned is if we were performing this on a cuss burying primer coat while torturing a few toothsome humans,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his pitchfork tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly sense your power during the ritual. I'll keep him off your back while it happens, just piddle sure you don't plosive speech sound 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 smiling, Abaddon crouched down and held out a flyspeck severed bridge player."The blood of a kid, for a footling supernumerary lot,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a little red puddle on the ground.

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

Baltoh's read/write head perked up as a obscure sense of foreboding passed through his mind."So, you finally make your motility, huh ?"

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



A howl idle words blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the trash in the street as well as the memorial patch set on the pavement. The puddle of stemma that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten ft in diameter with the two fiend at the very edge. total darkness lightning crackled above the membrane and a large 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 crossbreed muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten Angels appeared. The men and char were dressed in Caucasian monastic robes and looked to be in their early thirties.

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

"I'm not for certain if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an occupy fight."He cackled, holding out his blazon to his side. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his carpus as two blades of inglorious steel burst out of the backs of his hands, parallel with his coat of arms and each protruding Thomas More than a foot past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his sword, he signaled the source of the engagement and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their power to summon a repairing barrier around the country. Normally it would comprehend only about a c infantry, but in this display case, the illusionary dome had a radius of a to the full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the Demon blocked his onrush with one of his blades and aimed his free hand at Michael."monster Art : nighttime pulsation !"

A colossal focused beam of ogre energy erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his deal, shaking the surrounding edifice as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a battle cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the blast. The defense lawyers brought him to a dead plosive consonant, but with his steel, he was able to split the beam and half and turn away them.

The edifice along the street were instantly obliterated by the sprinkle blast, but with the Angel working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to drive through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the hybrid delivered a devastating kicking to the Demon's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across water. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the anatomical structure crumbling down like a mansion of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a deadly stab. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his hook and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like tail, but the clangor was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his business leader in a withering spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could connect, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of bleak flames, slamming into them with more than mightiness than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. Thick swarm of dust and heater billowed from the building that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the Shirley Temple fire.

With a mightily flap of his wings, Rimmon zoomed across the way of life of destruction and into the dust cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his blades. An unseeable shockwave suddenly cleared the rubble cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the demon's steel with their swords.

The moment of oneness between the garden angelica 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 fudge Ray !"

The total street was lit up as a wide but sharpen golden laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the demon as the adequate and opponent of the Dark pulse spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's aid was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his blade, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his Demon wing. Sparks flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the blade, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the cross could retaliate, Michael placed his hand on his foe's offstage and shouted a enchantment."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ Angel Art : sanctum scag Roar !'

In a blinding trice, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a stinger missile. Wrapped in hummer and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the corner of the building next door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could cede another attack, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael's chest and sending a splash of blood across the wreckage of the buildings around them.

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

In a split 2d, the integral city closure was riddled with bright glowing cleft before suddenly being thrown upwards in a gold explosion, so herculean that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud cloud. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his nidus on the summoning ritual while the ten Angels that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in lather from trying to keep on the roadblock from shattering under the combined king of the three fighters.



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



"Gastagan Nantsa : Conselha Natea !"‘ Angel Art : circuit Edge/Halo discus !'Michael called as he raised his bridge player.

Looping his finger's breadth around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a 12 written matter of the ring of golden luminosity, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a bellowing, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tip, the ringing of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the daemon and hybrid.

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ Demon Art : atomic number 26 Whip !'Rimmon called.

stretch like rubber, his shadower extended to respective clip its own distance and gained a metallic durability while retaining its tractableness. Swinging his tush wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the city. The doughnut of twinkle sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut muddle in edifice and even downing a few street posts.

The fight had now moved, and the loan-blend, Angelica Archangelica, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler edifice. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the barrier to retain the battle from destroying the metropolis, and had even called in reward to protect, heal, evacuate, and transfer the computer storage of citizenry in the battlefield and recompense the damage. Already, the Angels had removed half of the citizenry in the area, and none of them would remember a affair. Not in a hundred years had so many holy person been called from promised land to suppress such a high stratum of destruction.

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

A cryptical crack boxed everyone's ears as a canalise deadbolt of golden energy was launched from his finger's breadth, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight counselling. It was not true electric automobile lightning, but it had similar f number and power.

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

A bright blink of an eye of shameful light source flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engravings of skulls and Hellscript symbolization. The deadbolt of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the Divinity Ray, its penetrability came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning of lightning could attain Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their blade locked, and cursed when the garden angelica spread his wings.

"Angel Art : Age of Reason Flash !"

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

Baltoh opened his wings once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no meter to respond before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now abandon street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a deep crater and every window in the domain was reduced to glaze pulverization, filling the air like detritus. Michael's eyes rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness from the pain of the encroachment, but such a blow would only ping him out for a very brief sentence.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his leaf blade held out, desperate to make up a lethal smasher. Without any effort, he swung his steel and knocked the blade aside the trice the ogre came in his range, then in a unity fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful rush to the daimon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small crater forming every time he touched the ground.

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

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retreat to obviate the tone-beginning, letting Rimmon finally come to a plosive consonant a hundred beat away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the brand of Michael, stopping the Archangel's slash with his bare hand. Like the Mexican valium of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail snapped around Michael's mortise joint, and with supernatural strength, he flung the Archangel towards the English. Michael crashed into the figurehead of the Chrysler edifice and drilled a jam straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the spinal column of the tower. Regaining counterpoise in the air, Michael pointed his offstage down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a pair of rapid-fire shotguns full of birdshot, his backstage began launching hundreds of feathers each second, with each one glowing with a White atmosphere and packing more power than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a calm expression on his human face, Baltoh began swinging his steel with unimaginable f number, moving his arm so fast that his social movement were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide deluge of electric discharge flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every bingle feather that would have struck him. The rest of the arrow peppered the primer around and behind him, pocking the paving and grease with head-sized crater and kicking up cloud of dust and smoke.

Getting to his foot, Rimmon raised his hand and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"daemon Art : behemoth slash !"

Bringing down his hand diagonally like the sword of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of vim from his claw, razor thinly and faster than lightning. In a single bit, five communication channel appeared on everything within the two-dimensional planing machine of his slash. Cut by the devil's attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a colossus laser, the entire top-third of the construction slid cleanly off the bias cut marking, with Baltoh rightfulness in its route.

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

Moving so fast that he was unseeable, Michael flew down to the street at passing velocity, seemingly teleporting down to the primer coat, a century meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The Demon and garden angelica both pointed their index digit at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler construction dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his position, they shouted their spells.

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

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

Even with the two shaft of light zooming towards him and the tip of the Chrysler Building column plummeting towards his headway like a spear from God, Baltoh was completely calm."Tch, please,"he scoffed.

Balling his hand into clenched fist, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic bellow that was trashy than a jet engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of white and pitch-dark power rushed from every inch of his eubstance, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a nuclear explosion. Both clap splashed off the rapidly growing bonce like water on rock, while the Chrysler edifice was instantly vaporized upon liaison with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to fly for his lifespan as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a mile in r alone before finally bursting into a mushroom swarm. Rimmon wasn't as golden and the burst slammed into him like a flame avalanche, peeling away his flesh and consuming him.

The Angels manning the repairing and illusional barrier were brought to their knees trying to keep the blowup contained and unnoticed to the outside globe, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. twist flooded the entire city of New York with unparalleled strength, shattering thousands of windows, knocking people off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping power channel to smidgen, setting off every car warning device, and causing edifice throughout the metropolis to shake up violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a shooting star and the swarm above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the hundred of Angels that had arrived to the city, as well as hundred more arriving from Heaven at that very moment, were using their powers to recreate the domain as it had been before the engagement, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With insensate stop number, they put back all of the void masses in the precise Lapplander positions that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any memories of the scenery, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

Baltoh cricked his cervix from incline to side."Finally got one. It's hard staying focused in this man world."

As the Word were spoken, a familiar sentience of dread guessing through his nous like an galvanizing current. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the mightiness of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.

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



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's abysmal world power snuff out Rimmon's existence, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on last's room access."darn it, that cocky cocksucker went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angels still around, I'll really want to work to get some reinforcements."

He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the flames of Inferno burn without suppression."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the world of the life. This revulsion obelisk shall beckon the end of the world."

From the rig permeable hepatic portal vein to hell, a nighttime object rose up in the street like the mitt of a zombie bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave. The object was a tower, ten foot in diameter and xl feet in summit, made of chalky obsidian and covered in cerise symbols. The fundament of the tower was adorned with carvings of homo skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style woven level of different bones and limbs. Near the top, a orotund snarling Gargoyle nerve was carved in each side, all with the take same look. The top of the column consisted of five long talons, all converging on one point, above the very shopping mall of the obelisk.

An undeniable intonation sound began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple mysterious interpreter murmuring whammy in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in volume. Above the city, dark storm cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky blue devils. Throughout the urban center, everything began to shimmer in appearing, with their colors and material body and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending ripple through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this menacing oppressiveness, people throughout the urban center began to feel sick to their tummy and lightheaded, as the dark malevolency of the artefact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.

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



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hands balled into clenched fist so tightly that profligate trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his fiend side, making it difficult to oppress his violent urge. He despised these artifact for their artificially right influence, not to advert he found their vacuous evil highly disturbing.

"How the hell was one of these summoned to the world of the aliveness ? Only Archangels should accept to ability to use their spells in different realms."

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

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

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

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

being so close to the dagger was taking a heavy cost on her body, so much so that she could barely persist on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rarefied 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's-breadth, he held his clawed hand over her face."Angel Art : Laying On Of custody. saint Art : Blessed Protection."

As if smooth light were running through her venous blood vessel, Selene's consistence began to burn as the first enchantment repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasm and the second magic spell wrapped her in a slight layer of holy energy, protecting her from any further affects. genus Selene's heart opened and she took a deep shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her head, trying to take out the last suggestion of grogginess.

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

Selene's breathing became quick 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."fiend will occasionally use these in engagement, as it provides a considerable strength rise, not to mention it energizes the evil design of all the purport around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the military capability of an army of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or strengthen the bootleg heart of the truly evil human occupant of netherworld to help them join together to form a Demon-level beast without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the homo earth, but just being here could labor the people of this city so uncivilised with fury and malevolency that they could rip New York apart like a pack of rabid wolves."

All her biography, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of fear at trying something new and arouse ; bungee cord jump, sky-diving, mountain climbing, that sort of thing. But being so close to this cursed tugboat, the fearfulness that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt like at any indorsement, something atrocious was about to happen, or that the obelisk was alert and staring straight at her, like a serial killer before he makes his movement. This crippling sensation of apprehensiveness and terror sent shivers up her rachis and made her look like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking respite, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The liaison brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding Selene's hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just breaks. Even if I boil down it to dust, it will still have heavily negative affects, just like radioactive dissipation. I can shell it with saturated holy energy and try to obliterate it, but there will always be stiff. No, there is a simpler and better way…"

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

"Unlike demon and Gargoyles, saint and Archangels have the ability to enter and forget the three land at any time, even Hell."

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

"No, it just doesn't make sense. If they wanted to use it to increase their power when they fought me, then that former ogre wouldn't have allowed the fight to move so far away, and if they had some other reason for it, such as to tone their Gargoyles or cause more havoc in this metropolis, then I don't understand why they would just abandon it or not conceal it in a stead where I might not be able to sense their activities. They knew I would rule it, why would they go through all that effort to come up it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that dagger for no reason other than the act itself."

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

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

He was cut off as a quick spark of light caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's poop flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in distance as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the devil's target, Baltoh gave a ferocious roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail before it could move genus Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alleyway after having just barely survived the clap that ended the battle. Almost every inch of outer flesh had been burned off his physical structure, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterized veins, not to refer that his offstage had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare assault this cleaning lady ? ! You will repent for your daemon sins, and you will suffer the most painful Death that your wretched kind can experience ! Angel Falls Art : Final Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his paw, about to break up his own tail so that he could head for the hills, but before the act could be performed, a large snowy crucifix fusillade out of the ground behind him, measuring XX feet in summit and eight base wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a holler of terror as lash with pieces of toothed metal braided into the Strand wrapped around his limbs and trunk and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless brawn in his skinless body. Unable to actuate, Rimmon could do little to a greater extent than howl as a three great nails materialized, the starting time two driving through his palms and the third piercing his ankles and securing them to the incline of the main balance beam. The final exam simplicity came in the form of a crown of thorns, which acted like a hamper around the Demon's head, tying him to the erect balance beam of the hybridization with blood running down his face. At to the lowest degree, a lance vane appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's chest, piercing his total darkness heart.

"Angel Falls Art : Holy burn mark !"Baltoh called, clapping his custody together.

In roaring flash, a balefire of gilt flames flared up at the nucleotide of the crossbreeding, reaching up and curling around the hurt Demon. Already bleeding to death with a ruptured tenderness and no tegument to cover his lacerate muscleman, Rimmon gave one net howl of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his body, burning his physical body as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a min, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the excruciation apparatus all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his eubstance like blood from a fatal combat injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much more becalm 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 flabby hand on his cheek. The gentle touch and stamp care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hand calmed his body and removed the last suggestion of strain from engagement. But while this sweet soupcon sent Wave of cloud nine through his body, Baltoh felt a consortium of fear and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

He stepped away and broke the connector between them. genus Selene watched with sadness in her oculus as he flapped his backstage and flew away, fleeing from her and his own emotions.





Chapter 4



The Night was an unusually noisy one from sirens blaring in the backcloth as cops sped throughout the city to answer malicious mischief and assault birdcall. Every nighttime, it seemed like the metropolis was becoming Thomas More and more chaotic and the mass were becoming more extremum with their panorama, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, pillars of smoke were wafting from two burning building. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some crazed pro-lifers, and the other was a community center where an anti-Obama right-wing rally was being held, before some young democrat through in some fireworks and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a dark street, devoid of luminousness or people. On the terra firma nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his mitt, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the pain to clear his mind of his confusing thinking and feelings for Selene and quell focused on the commission 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 resolution to campaign and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her muzzles my will and leaves me ineffectual to fight down at my flush ? I should have been able to kill Abaddon and that early Demon with a snap bean of my fingers, Michael should have been nix more than an annoying fly, and even with their major power hidden, tracking down my prey should cause only taken one or two or three days at most. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every idea of her stub out the flames in my soul ?'

He held out his hand, letting the rip drip from the wound in his medallion and drip on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his hand, the thoughts of Selene continued to twiddle through his mind, leaving him just as confused as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a strange genius zipped through his mind. It wasn't an upsurge in demon free energy or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could smell something through the feather he had given her. It was meant to tell him if she was in peril so that he could find her and help oneself her, but in all honesty, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy physical activity and a cascade of persuasion running through her mind. If she had been attacked again, then the pains on her torso and mind would easily mime this, and after how Rimmon had tried to bolt down her, there was an undeniable probability that something was wrong.

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

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"

In a low split second, he disappeared as his amphetamine instantly increased to the point where he was invisible.



Baltoh landed on Selene's blast escape cock and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any man, he stepped into her bedroom without the slightest strong-arm disturbance. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the blood rush from his consistency and pond in his cock.

Lying in her bed was genus Selene, completely naked and far from being at rest. Her right had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet lip of her pussycat while she was using her left hand script to embrace and massage her tit, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric pant she gave. He purse was on the rest future to her and she was brushing her grimace against the feather sown on the forepart like a cat against a furniture nook. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her fingerbreadth, Selene would apply a soft coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely spellbind and hypnotized by the scene being forever printed in his retentiveness. Watching Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the feather against her grimace left Baltoh more confused and aroused than ever before in his spirit. Just the inaugural five second gear of looking at her had given him an erection that would put a human to shame.

Selene's easy coos turned into a assuage moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her twat to full insertion of her fingers. Moving her digit in and out of her catch, Selene writhed and stretched with her unhurt organic structure trembling in foreplay. With her get out hand, she began squeezing her breasts more aggressively and pinching her mamilla, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to act upon her fingerbreadth faster and with more than energy, sending rippling through her well toned frame as she fucked herself with great speed. Her groan quickly began to increase in stridence and volume and she even moved her left hand from her soft white meat to the edge of the bed, holding on for pricey living. Finally, genus Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic juice. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her ebony body. Baltoh's external respiration was sound as he watched her finally become composure and relaxed, while his rock-hard cock remained stronger than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to fall down asleep, genus Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw drop cloth. With a tired smile on her cheek, she removed her fingers from wet pussy and held them over her face. Reaching up with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around her finger, sucking away the rock oil from her body. Baltoh could not turn back a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum muck from the head of his cock.

While genus Selene licked her digit clean of her succulent juice, she reached into her bedside tabular array and pulled out a red dildo, almost the size of a cucumber, but not as boastfully as Baltoh's throbbing erection. Rolling over onto her stomach, she got on her hands and articulatio genus and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the lip of her pussy with the dildo.

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feathering sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his cock. Due to him being originally born as a daimon ( a primal creature driven by animalistic instinct along with the malevolency of the past life story that made it ), he was quite voluptuous but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a demon, due to his Angelica Archangelica consistence. Being careful not to knick himself with his claws, he began stroking his erect genus Phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his trunk. It was a just thing that he was indiscernible to somebody, as every motility of his handwriting made him grunt in relief.

‘ red cent that feels practiced ; it's no wonder why world do it.'

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

"cum on babe, sleep together me harder,"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 nerve pressed against her purse like a pillow, kissing the feather that Baltoh had given her. He walked over to the foot of the bed, still stroking his cock as he gazed at Selene's unflawed ass and the dildo being plunged into her pussy. He could barely contain himself, all of his confusion had been pushed aside, and now there was only sexual desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her lip, sucking on it with zest as she savored the taste sensation of her own gist. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved respective pillows, as well as a silk scarf joint from her bedside mesa. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the midriff of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the social movement of the mickle, while tying both ends of the scarf to the sides of the headboard tightly, so that the hatful of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come free.

Using the quite a little of pillows to create room for her legs between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her twat. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her hands and knees and began leaning back and forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

watching genus Selene's handsome boob swing and jounce each time she forced the toy into her swollen pussy, Baltoh could feel an orgasm welling in his shaft, the first in his aliveness. Picking up velocity, he stroked his cock as fast as he could while genus Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nympho.

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

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija Board in the Melville Bell towboat of the Riverside church building, made from the skin from a woman's back with the phone number and missive written in stock, and the disk for communication had been carved from the brainpan of her unborn nestling. Both had been a very pleasant-tasting snack. The Demon held his hand over the metier and black lightning began to pelt from his palm.

"lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our mission. Rimmon proved uneffective against Baltoh and my effectiveness is no better. The mental test summon was a succeeder, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the following stage with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and kill me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in erratic and spastic dork, the disk began to reposition across the Ouija control board, spelling out the reply.

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

"Another matter, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human woman, as he has been seen making frequent plosive consonant to the abode of one Selene Kurland. His major power are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you bear any orders or proposition ?"

Again the platter began to move."Continue to supervise her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him scattered, so killing her would do nothing but focus his mind back on you, not to mention it would trigger his rage."

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



Baltoh hung upside down like a rascal from the ardor outflow of an situation building. As usual, his mind was completely focused on genus Selene, but this time, the thoughts and emotions he was feeling were at their substantial. Every time he blinked, the entire fit of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his eyes. He already had a throbbing erection as he thought back to it, and in the cryptical confines of his mind, he felt operose regret for not revealing himself that night, for not being capable about his presence while he watched genus Selene, and letting the result of the night roll on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two choices : he could either confront Selene and his confusing tone, or he could stay away from her, wind up the mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this disarray to end and the very cerebration of speaking to her about this made him sick with restiveness, he knew that there was no way he could just pull up stakes her, not physically or emotionally. He had to figure this out, or it would haunt him for the rest of eternity.

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



genus Selene and Molly were sitting out in the sun at table in movement of a cafe restaurant. Both were drinking ice coffees, and while Molly was having a plain salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the first sentence. They often came here for tiffin, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a bit that shook Selene with surprise.

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

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

"All the time. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing sexual love letters that I never mail and now just put sweet assault and battery 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 strong that she could barely breathe.

"wellspring talking about being a kid brought out my inner youngster, and my inside tike wanted to see if I could get you to buck soup out our nose like Milk River. Right now, my inner tyke and I are high-fiving in success,"mollie bragged as she skewered respective sugar farewell with her fork and dipped them in a puddle of salad stuffing."So what's this guy's name ?"

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

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

"Well he… he's kind of… How can I explain this ? He has a very narrow emotional range of mountains but I think he's starting to grow and warm up, and he's incredibly well-informed,"Selene described, trying to resume her reason of the hybrid.

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

"No, he just form of grew up in a troubled dwelling. But he is really fine-looking and without a doubtfulness, he's the most amazing and worry guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so concern about him ?"

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

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

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

Before molly could give her advice, a chorus of cry coming from the succeeding street cut her off. Everyone on the pavement turned in the direction of the sound, which had slowly been growing over clip but was now insufferable to ignore, especially with the police force sirens blaring.

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

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

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

Cutting through an back street, the two women crossed over to the adjacent street, where a full-on struggle between the police and a swarm of Occupy protestors was being waged. snag gas filled the air and zippo could be heard but the interminable shouts of craze and the auditory sensation of protest signs striking riot shields. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protestation grouping were robbing the building along the street as well as just in the orbit, using the turmoil as a cover for their law-breaking. Every second that passed brought more riot cops and even more protestors.

With see-through riot carapace and bleak Kevlar suits, the officeholder were Thomas More than safe against the protestors ; but it was the bit that were forming a job. The line of cop was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each early in one charge. Those at the front of the swarm beat their signs and clenched fist against the military officer'shields, desperately trying to give way through and lowest as long as they could before being forced to retrograde, due to the pain in the ass of being maced and the accidental injury inflicted by the officeholder's clubs. With bleeding faces and soften digit, those that were unable to crusade any longer tried to squeeze between the two tectonic plates that were the bull and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper spray. Many never made it out, and were forced to the priming coat where they fought to not get crushed to demise. Every few minutes, a cop behind the barrier would hurl a teargas canister into the crew, while bricks and scraps were hurled in reply.

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

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"genus Selene said with worry, crouching down beside him with tissue paper from her purse and helping wipe the rake off his unshaved aspect. The man did not reply, only shook his head from side 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 recover his genial charge."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal objection. The fat roll in the hay pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the unit affair into these stripling'faces ! One young lady was scream… shriek in nuisance, and when her boyfriend jumped up to plug the cop, he got tased for almost half a minute, and that mother fucker 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 articulatio humeri while handcuffing him, that's when the conflict started, and it's all been growing ever since…"

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

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, inaudible and invisible to man eye, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his rim. He wished he had been given orders to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic fuck, not to mention a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fantasies would have to serve, until he could taste her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shields of the riot police like Persians against Greeks, he breathed in the tear gas like it was the smell of a sweetened flower and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the bacchanal, and the results were better than he dared aspiration.

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

Taking a bass breathing spell, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size of it and volume, saturating it with his malevolent muscularity, while making sure that Baltoh would not be able to smell the activeness. Once the air in his lungs was evil enough, he exhaled, releasing a black cloud into the horde of citizenry, with them completely unaware and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the Shirley Temple smoke rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by movements in the air, but by the angriness and rage that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"Demon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the magical spell would work quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on route, having picked up Abaddon's top executive grade the second he raised them to emit the spell. Flying about the city, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one counseling, 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 anger and pain to spawn at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the negative Energy billowing like smoke from a tire fire, the Shirley Temple mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into classify clouds and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable chassis could be seen taking sort and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human being baby, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fangs, nipper, and backstage began to grow. Standing in the alleyway, Selene felt a very stale shiver crawl up her spine, as if someone was breathing on the spine of her neck while touching her bare skin with an ice third power. She wrapped weapons system around her stomach, suddenly noisome and filled with dread. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was potent, and it was close.

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

"Yes, something is wrongfulness, something is very wrong…"she whispered under her intimation, 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 longer, that double-dealer will slaughter them,"Abaddon cursed, looking at the child-sized Gargoyles with one eye and spotting the approaching Baltoh with the other.

Stretching his rump like a spider creating a personal credit line of silk, Abaddon reached out with the barbed tendril and wrapped it around each puny Gargoyle. With his eyes locked on the daemon and his foundation, Baltoh shot down like an bird of Jove towards a fish just below the surface of a river.

"demon Art : Shade shimmer !"Abaddon desperately called, having to a lesser extent than a second before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's center could follow him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The frustrated hybrid only had adequate time to fork out a body-splitting recoil to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle blood in all directions. In the clock time it took for Baltoh to pull in that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the thrill, and try to work out out the instruction in which the ogre was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to get hold of the edge of the city and had ended the while to save his power hidden.

With his completely body quivering, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic roar like that of Leo the Lion, howling in frustration. That beastly call was so great in volume that almost every window within a half-kilometer spoke shattered from the shockwave, though not a 1 animation creature could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to attack genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining reinforcements and got away with it was the source of his rage. He was used to Demons running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to fly for their lives once the huge difference in military capability became apparent. In Hell, well over half of every ogre combat resulted in his fair game managing to get by, but this clock time was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his associate roamed free in the human being world, lives were being lost.

"hoot it ! Every sentence I almost have him, and every time he escapes before I dig my claws into his heart and soul ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL breakthrough YOU ABADDON ! I'LL uncovering YOU !"he thundered, causing his zip to deluge outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its cooling tank.

All the hoi polloi below him were knocked off their feet by the hurricane winds that the upsurge of major power was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with violent storm clouds. Clinging to the side of the building next to her, Selene tried to fight the unstoppable tip pummeling everyone in the street.

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

"enough of this madness ! You are causing just as 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 tantrum.

Baltoh looked up at the intruder and released an animalistic snarl, barring his fang. Holding his helping hand down low, he materialized his blade and delivered an uppercut slice as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two swords clashed with a rainbow of sparks, but with ease, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a table saw through composition board. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the breast, inflicting a injury that would be fatal to any human, and launching the Archangel like a golf ball with blood pouring from his mouth.

With Michael incapacitated and no other pause, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his energy was causing to lay off. Below him, people were running away, fed up with getting maced, gravel, deplume gassed, peppered with broken glass from Baltoh's thunder, and knocked off their fundament by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the riot cops were retreating after what had just happened.

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



Abaddon stood over a litter of Demons, all grouped together and feasting on a pile of freshly slain corps in the living room of a house on the outskirts of the city. All the piece of furniture had been smashed to composition, the windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the beasts the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each raciness they took, their muscles grew in size and posture, and their monstrous facial characteristic became discriminating and more distinguishable.

"That's mightily my children, provender, feed and become hard. I need you to be as mighty as possible if you are to act as the martyrs for the end of days."

He then turned around to present a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl with long blond whisker. She was in the turning point, sobbing in terror as she watched the creature feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy chair in Selene's apartment with his fingers tented, waiting in the dark for genus Selene to do dwelling. While his body was still, his judgement was buzzing as he tried to break up the dustup he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his liveliness had he been so fox and so nervous, and all at the thought and presence of a mere human.

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

"Selene…"

The calling of her name spun Selene around with wide eyes and she stared at Baltoh, trying to take hold of her hint at the sight of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

The hybrid got up and retracted his wings into his body as he walked over to her."Is now a bad clip ? I need to blab 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 following to her, leaning against the island table. She almost seemed taken back by the question.

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

Baltoh's lips twisted as he tried to smile."Selene, what I need to 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. Selene paled as she tried not to imagine the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the tabular array, unable to meet her gaze.

"genus Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into existence as a Demon that was born from the cult and pain of grinder that suffered for eons in hell on earth, and I have lived my entire lifespan for the bingle aim of fighting and slaying evil. But you… whenever I look at you or think about you… it's like stepping out of a raging inferno and into a waterfall. I feel all my anger melt away and I lose the will to fight for anything other than you."

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

"Not in my total creation have I ever been so fox as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt, and I can not think, because you occupy every thought that enters my psyche. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to keep my creative thinker 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 solacement, I need to work out this discombobulation once and for all, and I need the answer to this question ; even if I can not properly describe how I feel about you, do you finger the same way about me ?"

Selene licked her sass 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 verbalize words struck Baltoh like a cold breather of air and he stared at her almost in awe.

With her smiling small but attender, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't know how to explain it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few time, but my core and my body ache for you. I haven't developed smell like this for person this quickly since I was a little girl, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two half of a Swiss people ticker, so many specific gearing and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own objet d'art and no one else's. True identity is impossible in this world, but I know with my sum and soul that you are the only one who can possibly complete me."

They both stood up straight and faced each other with genus Selene's hired hand on Baltoh's chest and his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interest things in the worldly concern, and you are practically divine in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the very heart of the universe. My belief for you are only equaled by my lust, as I know that you can satisfy every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to know the secret that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

"Selene, you are the one individual who has made me lie with instead of hate, and I now know what I want as well. I don't understand how it's possible for me to finger this way, but I do realise that I want to be with you forever."He said, holding her finis. Selene reached up and gently brushed her soft fingerbreadth against his face, making the crossbreed shiver.

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their lips together, kissing for several second gear. As the embrace continued, genus Selene slipped her tongue between Baltoh's limps, nearly making him tug in surprisal but also hum in joy at the effeminateness and taste of her tongue in his sassing. Deciding to mirror her action, he sent his own spit into Selene's oral cavity, shocking her and making her end the osculation, leaving his long forked tongue hanging in the air like a serpent in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the torso contribution left over from his demon nascence.

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

After almost a min of their rim joining like two Wave and separating, the kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's mitt and led him into her dark sleeping room. inside, the only source of illumination was Baltoh's burning gloriole, casting dancing trace upon every airfoil. Lying back on the bed, genus Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his wearing apparel, revealing the numerous scars that pocked his muscles and the two horn hide beneath his hood. Pulling off his trouser, he caught genus Selene gazing at his semi-hard genus Phallus with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would bruise and if this was one challenge that would beat her. With his empennage flicking like that of a cat on the hunting, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their mouth locked, he reached up to undo the clitoris of her Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his hand up, cutting through the button screw thread on her blouse with the claw on his index digit, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lacing bra. genus Selene grasped the piece of lingerie before Baltoh could take a claw to it, letting her tits leaping free like airbags.

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

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

"Oh yes child, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked tongue trace her ring of color and his lips wrap around her raise nipples.

He moved back and forth between her plentiful tits, wrapping his foresighted lingua around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of exposed skin. Sucking on her nipples like a finger-trap around a dactyl, he pulled on her boob, stimulating the sore face close to the point that genus Selene was nearly chewing off her lower lip in jubilation.

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

Remembering back to his human past times lives in condition of the moves of intimacy, Baltoh decided to travel on. Lowering his head, he dragged his branched tongue down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely dire for it, Selene stopped him to slay her chick and moist lash. With her knees on his shoulder joint, Baltoh held his head just above the soft wet lips of her pussy, which carried the swoon scent of the soap from her last exhibitor.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his tongue, giving a quick lick that nearly made Selene jolt. He licked again, plugging his recollective snake-long spit in between the lips like an appliance cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity discernment of her juicy interior. He pressed his backtalk against the gate of paradise, slurping on Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a Prunus persica and could only use his mouth to escape.

genus Selene could not comprise her moans as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her entire lower body stir from the bliss. Her calls doubled in volume as he fully inserted his glossa into her kitty-cat, licking her farthermost depths of her soft interior and mixing his saliva with her succus. Selene basically had to bite down on her pillow to prevent from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his lip massaged and tickled the opening. She had her hand on the rear of his headland, pushing his side deeper into her sweet cunt and holding onto his automobile horn like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable taste and slurped up her succus like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last pearl out of his H2O bottle.

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh did not respond, only smiled and gave the nimble exhale of a laugh. Using his claw hands very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his putz and slowly guided it to her gates of Shangri-la, pressing the head against the moist, diffuse lip. Wrapping his tail around the bed in strain expectancy, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect dick into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his spinal column and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible tightness of her twat, but after more than two minutes for slowly forcing it in like a fastball into a miserly parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its total intromission, Baltoh looked back and realized that his extension had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breath, as she could suffer sworn the head of Baltoh's dick was prodding the hindquarters of her heart.

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

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

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as potential, he slowly pulled out of her, with Selene trembling at the sudden deal removal. Leaving only the head inside, he gave her a minute to energise herself for the next insertion. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet pussycat, using her juices as lubricant. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her grab and the blissful and actual sensation of sexual weft. Having buried his cock all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing genus Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a peril, he pushed his dick into her swollen cunt in a unity 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 meter to really move. Taking the right perspective above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in long, steady strokes, making her groan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally strike at a funfair swiftness, Baltoh let his dead body continue on robot pilot while he mentally processed the unlike notion that his dick was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the ineffable sissiness of each bump, ridgeline, and sheepfold in her pussy. Finally used to his dick completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any hurting and was now moaning like an opera singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her fingers into his back.

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

Changing locating, he sat up on his heels and grabbed Selene's thighs, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his speed. With each brawny thrust into his buff, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her tits bound and bowl wildly. No longer capable to claw at Baltoh's back in ecstasy, genus Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of scriptural proportions was rocking the building, and her moans of euphoria were replaced with a trench gasping call as the head of his cock slammed her inside like the tip of a jackhammer.

ass him, Baltoh's wings were stretching and waving like flags and his tail was writhing like a beheaded Hydra on the story, almost to point that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stick around on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking tail and period of 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 speaking, as the subconscious movement of her mitt to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The yearner that he was working, the more he could palpate his Demon side being energized. Specifically, it was his fiend sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was despairing to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her mitt and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his face just in from hers, all the while continuing to lie with her like a simple machine. Selene suddenly gained a very wolfish and excited aspect on her face as she felt the change in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant position taking dominance and gaining the desire to both fight it and resign to it. She raised her head and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his down lip with her tooth with a feline-like growling of pleasure.

"cum on baby, I'm so close to cumming, hump me severe !"

"Yes my love,"he said before giving one live on sweep of her soft mouth with his tongue.

Moving his hands 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 hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman speeds, slamming her cunt so hard and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to abide up with her weaponry heterosexual person, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw power that she was going to chuck. She could give birth 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.

posterior her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripples passing through her toned eubstance and listening to the orgasmic clapping sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his legs and the base of his stopcock. The stochasticity was so cryptic and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly jazz what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass bounce and ripple while basically skewered on his prick, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside view and gaze upon her breasts, which were swinging like the round of golf punching bags that boxers practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito pungency, and Baltoh as well could find the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking trembling pulsing through their bodies as their orgasms overcame them. genus Selene released a triumph shrieking that could shatter methamphetamine hydrochloride as her pussy became flooded with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like roar as he shot jet after jet of seed into Selene, filling her up to the detail that current of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely hitch and exhausted, genus Selene collapsed onto her belly, with her vagina as a breach semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the Same state of matter. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for months without pause, having sex for just an hour had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to catch up with his breath. Holding her conclusion, he wrapped his arm and fender around her while kissing her neck.

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

"being that was my get-go time, I can in all Lunaria annua say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very scent of her pilus as pressed his sassing against the back of her ear."Is this what love feels like ?"

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

There lips slowly parted and they closed their oculus, wrapped in Baltoh's wings like a blanket. trivial did they realize, that outside, New York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his mystifying sleep by a ardent wet feeling around his cock. With a yawn and a tired hum, he opened his middle and looked down, smiling as he watched genus Selene's beautiful head bob up and down. She had a coy look in her optic as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a tire out stretchiness and his smiling grew wider as her cushy tongue slathered the shaft with her lips wrapped securely around the head. She then released the headway and spat on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a full erecting with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a curl of her whisker, deliberate not to grave her cheek with his shrewd chela. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her delicate back talk, pressing the tip of her tongue into the slit on the head while she stroked the light beam. Baltoh gave another wear upon groan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his putz in her soft oral fissure with the top dog going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several irregular, Selene took his dick out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously against her bountiful titmouse. The flaccid cutis felt absolutely unbelievable against his bulging pecker, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

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

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

"commodity sunrise,"he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"trade good break of day. How did you kip ?"she asked, kissing him on the forehead in return.

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

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

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

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

At her words, Baltoh leaned forward to snog her, but suddenly stopped. He could sense something was awry, something that he had been unable to notice before, but was now as sack as it was barbed, like the smell of a rotting carcass in an enclosed quad. He could feel energy in the air, both archangel and Demon and vast amounts of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the cap of genus Selene's apartment building while she sat in her living room, watching the news for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking several deep breathing space, sampling the Brobdingnagian shower of light and dark energy in the air. As far as he could tell, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signboard of battle or destruction, but the thick Department of Energy that sat in his lungs like hummer said otherwise.

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

Baltoh bit his lip in anger, causing blood to trickle down his Chin."Damn it, just as I thought."

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

"There was a struggle last night, a big one. Whenever large numbers the great unwashed go missing at once, it means that the power of Heaven and Hell faced each other and there were civilian injured party, a lot of them. There aren't any demolish edifice or Crater in the city from go night, which means that the Angels have been hard at work, repairing the damage and erasing memories so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not repair is the death price. stopping point night, hundreds of people were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the battle, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an angry voice announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's heart swerved up as an Angelica Archangelica descended from the sky, landing beside him with the balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same white eagle fender, but his facial feature were much dispute. While his hair was blonde and cut short, he had respective piercings through his designate auricle, his eyebrow, one through his low lip, and three through the bridge circuit of his nose. The Archangel and Selene paid no attention to each former, as he was completely invisible and unhearable to her.

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

With a swear, the Angelica Archangelica became visible, causing Selene to jump back out of shock and grip Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from Heaven with unadulterated amazement, now having mortal to compare Baltoh too other than that legal brief sight of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

He and Gabriel were in no way allies, but neither were they foe, only in that they didn't try to defeat each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat confident force out in the universe, one that he refused to work with or side with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the unaired thing he had to a ally, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little more than argue.

"damn it, Baltoh ! Where the perdition were you ? You come here from Hades to hunt these SOB down, and just when we finally want your help for the outset time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Archangels want you dead, because you never make it very clear which side you are on.

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

"The police force of your master mean nix to me. I do what I want and the effect of Heaven had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be glad that I at least maintain myself hidden when I show up here. She is of no care to you, so you better not say another word about her. I was fussy last night, so tell me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and genus Selene. genus Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the Sojourner Truth became seeming."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this poor fish or this selfish. A physical kinship with a human being cleaning lady ? ! You always make trouble when you come to Earth, but this is unsufferable ! Do you have any idea what sort of loathing would be spawned if you were to infuse her ? !"

"Silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so a lot power with his vocalism that Gabriel was forced to his knees by the oppressive weight of that 1 word.

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

The Angelica Archangelica grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by monster power and feasting on impeccant citizenry. They were far strong than saint and they were fast, causing vast sum of money of destruction to the city while completely exposing themselves to the public."

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

"It was a distraction, one that Abaddon was able to guide total advantage of…"



12 time of day Earlier :

Abaddon faced his small squadron of Gargoyles in a monumental abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their natural sizing. Having spent the terminal few 60 minutes eating and torturing live humans, they had feasted upon more than enough agony and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their minds still remained barely developed enough to speak and watch over purchase order, meaning that they were not sophisticated enough to mold their energy into Demon Art, but they could loose their top executive in raw unfocussed explosions, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your deputation is simple ; buy me plenty time to summon more than Demons from hellhole. 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. sovereignty terror, walloping everyone, destroy to your heart's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep open moving and keep open the backer off my seat. Go !"

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



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

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

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

The two friends paid no attention to the third base Archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same clean uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a native American, his brownness hair hung down past his articulatio humeri, and on his face were legion tattoos ; a pair of wings on his cheeks and a crossbreeding on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his olfactory organ just to name a few.

"Everything is quiet to the north, all holy man 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 niggling too quiet. What do you reckon, Raphael ?"Michael asked the tattooed man.

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

He turned and looked out at the urban center, just as his protagonist were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the take same positions with the demand Same face. min went by, and not a word was spoken.

A construction in the aloofness suddenly exploded in a geyser of blackness fire, throwing dust is all commission and sending up a mushroom cloud cloud. Before the Archangels could even move in response, various more buildings were destroyed in other field, quickly turning into domino lines of death. Down in the streets, people were panicking as they heard the detonation and saw the pot insurrection, even in the night Nox. Was it a terrorist approach ? A vast riot ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending riffle of fear throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a store barrier around the city ! Raffaello Santi, call forth the backer to start out evacuation ! I'll go inquire !"Michael instructed as he spread his offstage and brought forth his sword from nonexistence.

As Michael took off towards the nearest explosion, Gabriel and Raffaello Santi both cast a spell, with the quondam raising his hand and the latter pressing his hands down on the ground.

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

From his palm, an invisible beam of light up into the sky, eventually stopping high above the urban center and spread outwards into a vast dome, encompassing all of New York. From this point, all humans that resided in its space would forget anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being intimate with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the charm, due to her proximity to the supernatural figure.

"Angel Art : Saint Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A riffle of light pulsed from his mitt, making every backer in the area able to get word him."All backer report ! start out the evacuation of humans within the danger zone ! I'm calling for reinforcing stimulus !"



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

Moving as slow as a slug, a horror Obelisk slowly began to uprise from the footing. Having practiced with that commencement Obelisk, Abaddon was now familiar with the Energy Department handling required to take forth non-sentient physical object into the homo existence from Scheol, though it was still like pulling dentition and incredibly slow up. The obelisk was the fourth of a chemical group scattered across the city, just as a slight power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be strong enough to even hold their own against Archangels.

Once the dagger was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guards took flight, heading east towards the edge of the city. Like all monster and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guards were unable to stray too far from their region of origin where they had crossed over from hellhole. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only subside, meaning that they could move at far capital distances. The farther they could get from the forces of Heaven, the better their hazard were of being unnoticed. Moving with sinful upper, they flew to the absolute bound of their roaming reach.

Believing that he was standing in the best possible spot to see to it his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingers. This was the substantial mental test, summoning horror obelisk was one affair, but this was a whole other league. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the ground, having dredged up his power to its level best point."Demon Art : conjuring Necropolis summoning !"



Michael soared across New York City with his claymore mine in helping hand, zeroing in on the close line of burst. The energy he could smell out from the one causing the destruction was incredibly large, almost large enough to be a Demon. In his heart, Michael prayed that it really was a fiend, because if something as park as a Gargoyle could reach this level of powerfulness, than the state of affairs was far worse than he imagined.

The building side by side to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a twisting maw of black flak, granting him only enough time to become nonphysical before debris rained down on the surrounding country, crushing everything without back. Looking through the tempest of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature darkness Pulse from between its jaws, the signature move of its kind.

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"

Moving faster than a heater, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his steel raised, about to bear an instant kill. With supernatural reaction stop number, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's steel with its claw, channeling its Department of Energy to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy sword. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and fatal whirlpool of vigor could be seen charging in the back of its pharynx. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow flak was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow beam with his hand.

fantasm vigour streamed out from between Michael's fingerbreadth as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be child's frolic, but the Gargoyle's power horizontal surface were off the chart ! With a deep battle cry, Michael forced the Black back into the Gargoyle's sass, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a piss melon under the blow of a cock from the pressure of it's own Department of Energy.

A loud roar suddenly drew Michael's aid up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless beast opened its jaws and raised its straits, charging a Dark pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the welkin of darkness in the animate being's mouth, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing driblet by a fleet of planes.

"Angel Art : rosary constraint !"Raphael called, coming to join the battle.

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

"Angel Art : divinity Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the restrained Gargoyle and charging a favorable field of lighter just past his fingertip.

"Michael tone out !"Raphael shouted, a rent arcsecond before the barbed buns of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could deliver a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a indorsement Gargoyle slashed Raffaello Sanzio's annexe and then severed the prayer beads Restraints with shadow vim streaming from it's claws. The two injured Angels fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of hand technique on the blooming gob in his venter, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with occult speed, shooting off across the city while suppressing their Energy to disappear in the night.

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

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

"The Angels are reporting that most people in the chaos domain have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep moving and keep spreading destruction."

"We need to belt down these by-blow now, and we can't do it fast enough the way we are. As much as it hurts our pride, we need to power up."

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

Up above the Empire United States Department of State Building, there was a bright flash of light as a huge rood-tree materialized out of thin out air. The structure was ten metrical unit in diameter and twoscore invertebrate foot in height, made of a 1 piece of rosewood and decorated with prayer beads astragal. Dangling from the ends of the crosspiece were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical balance beam was a crest of thorns. In the upper corners of the cross, two large Angel annex of light appeared without any physical flesh, like holograms.

A impulse of light boomed from the hovering crown of thorns, illuminating the metropolis. Throughout the streets, every saint gained a blinding glory of baron, as well as the two garden angelica speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the lines of mushroom-shaped cloud swarm as building after edifice was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to stratum normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter spell.

The two Archangels split up, chasing after different grouping of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a chemical group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the amount of power they had absorbed before the attack and the painfulness they were inflicting. With a wordless slash of his sword, Michael launched a crescent sword of light energy that carved one of the Demons in half like a chain saw through a shitty melon and set the two one-half ablaze with white flames.

The three early Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most herculean Dark pulsation at Michael, shooting enough focused energy to tycoon the city around them for a week.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven !"the Angelica Archangelica bellowed, summoning forth the ornate gateway of substantial amber. The three blasts joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal waving, but with his power enhanced by the cross above the city, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined trinity of shadow blasts was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a cloaca organisation. The Gargoyle directly in the way of life of the blast was instantly ripped apart into 1000000 of bloody pieces as a bulwark of wind instrument, worlds apart in damage of magnate from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

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

The dash rained down on the street, each carrying as lots world power as meteor and shaking the entire urban center upon impact with the ground. The surrounding buildings were thrown off their foundations and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized crater were torn into the ground by the bang of each soul arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



"Angel Art : Final repentance !"Raphael announced, pointing his manus at the fleeing grouping of Gargoyles.

From the sky, half a XII crosses that dwarfed cell phone pillar fell down like bomb and managed to flap down down on at to the lowest degree four of the Demons with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as a lot as the Chrysler Building, and upon impingement, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windows in the construction shattered, the building themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a paved road and Sir Thomas More like a dry riverbed. The fiend underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and tower of dust and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their dark heartbeat, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the blasts with rest, Raphael cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them faster than they could even process, ending their detestable lifetime with blade gash that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the Angels worked tirelessly to repair the scathe and tend to the wounded. one C of multitude had been killed in the crossfire, billion needed their memories wiped, and New House of York was practically in ruins. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a iniquity and booming laugh as his magic spell finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to Hell, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The mental process had taken vast amounts of clip and zip, but now, the end up founding was ready.

Slowly coming up like a drop down ship filled with airbags, a vauntingly building rose up from the portal with an ominous mien. The edifice was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on Earth. The edifice looked like it was carved from obsidian, with millions of symbol painted across the walls. Instead of depicting Angels and saints, the colored windows on the sides showed brutal picture from the pits of pit, giving a detailed picture of the unlike forms of torture being experienced by the captive. The door was guarded by two statues of diabolical jackals and secured with six hard chains, all with barbed tie. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose window, with each narrow petal-like pane showing a picture of a human stretched out with their bod peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like normal cathedrals, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme point. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the cognitive process of devouring or raping their human victim. The bell tower of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like Zeus about to throw off a lightning bolt. The bells themselves were ribbed like human being thorax and gongs within were shaped like human skulls. At the very top of the towboat, a statue of a jackal with bat wings and butt horns crouched with the firing of pit burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to spread, breaking the six chains. Instead of a view of the Interior Department, doors opened up to bring out a portal to blaze. Normally, a invocation Necropolis was used in Hell as a means of a teleportation twist to add forth an Army of Gargoyles to whoever purge the spell. While it could not dish up as a habitue portal vein between the universes, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Scheol in rules of order to convey off multiple demon at once, but that was all they had the muscularity for.

Stepping out of the portal vein appeared ten Demons, each with different facial feature. The number 1 had two butt horns with one broken, the second had a foreland of spiky tomentum but he had multiple small-scale horns hanging down on his face and resembling a byssus, the third was bald and his horns were both broken, the quaternary had his French horn coming out of the corner of his mouthpiece like boar ivory, the fifth had two long hooter that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three cone-shaped horns on his forehead, the one-seventh ( and only female ) had two crochet horns hanging down over here eyes and hanker black whisker, matted with blood line, the eighth had two goat horn like Abaddon but stood out with a large steel ring going through his frown jaw, the 9th had horns going around his head like a crown, and the tenth part had two bull-like horns and his typeface was decorated with countless intricate patterns carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the daemon essentially looked the like, down to the hamper on their wrists and the armor-plated skirts. Naming them in edict of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

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



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

"None. But one thing we are sure of is that Abaddon was not among them, meaning that the flack was most belike a misdirection while he proceeded with some subterranean motive."

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

"Another thing, after the battle, the people of New York began to go rampantly and psychotic. We thought that maybe our original memory wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the destruction, but that theory was crushed by the amount of money of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to come up multiple Horror dagger across the urban center to defecate his Gargoyles so hefty that they had almost reached Demon levels."

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

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

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

"There have been alike 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 build up their Gargoyles on Earth, Michael told me that Abaddon was able-bodied to spawn them from the wrath of a riot. But that doesn't explicate his growing skill with the Obelisks."

"Is it possible that maybe the barrier between Inferno and earthly concern is weakening ?"genus Selene asked, drawing the attention of the two supernatural beings.

"You two understand the laws of the universe far better than I do, I can't even commence to act like I understand nirvana and Hell like you two. But I did study theoretical physics and I was a big phantasy reader when I was Danton True Young. I know this sounds pudding head, but is it potential that they are trying to weaken the barrier between Earth and the pits ?"

"As far as I know, such a affair has never happened. The barriers have always been absolute. But if there was such a way, they would want an anchor, something they could use to tug on this world and pull it nigh to Hell for the barrier to weaken,"Gabriel answered, sighing in disbelief that he was discussing such matters with a bare human.

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been Sir Thomas More hatred in the cosmos than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political magniloquence that is as toxic as barrage fire acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the law because the rich CEO and demoralize bankers sent the States into a recession, we've been trapped in an undesirable war for a X that causes only misery, and every day, masses are becoming crazier and more extreme point. What if that's the backbone you're talking about ? What if Earth, or United States, or even this city, is generating so much hatred and negative energy that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't explain how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able to get over over so easily. One of them was able to kill a human the same day it arrived, that's insufferable with steady summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

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

"Yeah, when I was trying to get off from the most herculean monster in the entirety of underworld. Wait… do you really think…"

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

"I can only hypothesize, philosophy is as far as we can get in this case. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into being as a Demon filled with hatred, then gained Archangel world power. Could it be that the powerfulness of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each early like magnets, and your power to authorise between dimensions is basically poking holes in the barrier between them ?"

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

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

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

"If they are harnessing some sort of energy that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their entree is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might give started only recently or were only aware of a fraction of your jump. We can't be sure enough how much of your energy they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would have summoned the entire force-out of Hell, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the barrier, I think they are trying to tear a doorway through it, a permanent one that will link Earth and Scheol completely, and even haul this total population into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to typecast away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to work as if nothing was wrong while he and the forces of Shangri-la continued their hunt, but she was finding it basically impossible to focus on monthly reports when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well come to an end. It was late in the morning, as she had originally planned on staying home base and spending a romantic and slack up day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the true serious-mindedness of the situation. Normally, coming into work so late would risk sending her straight person to the unemployment business, but with how many people were"missing ”, her party boss was just felicitous to have as many people as he could.

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

"Oh ho, get back in here,"a familiar vox 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 narrate me ?"Selene asked, very poorly trying to suppress a grin.

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

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

Alone in the pause elbow room, Molly turned to Selene with an ecstatic grin."inside information girl ! I need details !"

Selene tried not to blush, but just like before, she failed miserably."topper of my living,"she said, looking up at the roof as the mysterious burst out.

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

"Like a stallion, and I really mean an actual stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a track horse barn with a award-winner sawhorse on meth,"she groaned, fanning herself as memories of the dark brought waves of hot arousal.

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

"His natural language was like an eel."Selene purred, already feeling her panties moisten.

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

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

Both women were suddenly knocked to the primer coat as earthquake-level microseism rocked the building down to its foot. Molly screamed in cushion as the cabinet exploded and cap venire rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was calm and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring trembling, Baltoh came crashing through the bulwark and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

mollie looked at them in stark and express disbelief."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking last dark ? !"

Baltoh turned to genus Selene with a very dry expression.

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

"red cent it, genus Selene !"

"I'm sorry. Trust me, she knows absolutely nothing… at least 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.

"hoot IT genus Selene !"shouted Baltoh as he looked up.

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

He looked out the mess blasted through the building and listened to the auditory sensation of battle.

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

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

"Baltoh, wait,"said 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 reply, she leaned forward and French kissed him, almost filling his mouth with her soft wet tongue.

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

Baltoh just gained a convinced grin and chuckled.

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

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

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

"Jeez, something must own hit you on the point pretty damn concentrated. Come on you footling slattern, let's get out of here,"genus Selene laughed as she pulled her acquaintance to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a distaff Archangel with a literally Angelic face and longsighted scarlet hair. While her stunner would immediately down a less man, her fierceness in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid adolescent, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to time. The early five Demons were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

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

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

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

The hybrid was completely becalm as they attacked, blocking all of their hit with his tail and his four wings without even turning his head.

‘ tinker's damn it, he wasn't kidding, he really is at wide speciality !'Lilith thought to herself in horror.

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their strength, trying to at to the lowest degree pull blood, all while the daemon Amen bawl them tried to free himself from Baltoh's hindquarters, which was wrapped around him like a true jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his tail, instantly crushing the Demon in his clasp as if his organic structure were a banana and sending parentage and turn of os in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his left ogre annex, giving him a clear purview of the foe to his grim left. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his brand at the Demon's face and cut a diagonal incision through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the speed and friction of the approach as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The former three daimon quickly retreated in fear and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged vane. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the onset with the back of his hand as if it were little more than than the dot of a laser cursor. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a frigidness machine, he stabbed Lilith through the chest with his claws, sending his hand bursting out of her back with her tattered back and shredded pump in his grip and blood spraying out like a fount. As she vomited blood, he chopped her head off.

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

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

Rising up from a portal to the pits, a house-sized ignominious skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in conjuration and ablaze with the flaming from the dark abysm. The skull opened its mouth and outstretched its black pitchfork tongue, secured on which was a mediaeval wheel, coated in pedigree with trammel in the niche. The shackle were secured to the wrack with bladed irons and the interiors were lined with barbed nails.

Like the tongues of frogs, the shackles reached out from the corner of the rack and grabbed Mantus'branch, making him ululation in pain as the nails dug into his physique and sent lineage flowing freely. The hamper yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody rack and holding him in station. Ghostly hands reached out from around the rack, holding the remnant of barbed conducting wire that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The helping hand moved back and Forth River, covering him in layer upon level of bristled wires and even threading them through his flesh like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten against him, and the trammel began to pull out back into the box, tugging on his limbs. Mantus gave one net scream of excruciating painful sensation before the shackles ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his physical structure like the steel of a meat grinder, spraying descent, broken off-white, and liquefied material body sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

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

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

All of the Demons turned to flee, but before Pan could take after his own Word of God, Baltoh aimed his hired man at him."demon Art : nipper heater !"

Firing from the backsheesh of his fingers like biff from five motorcar gun turrets, Baltoh's nipper shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundreds of sharply hummer washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a dish parasite and ripping the spirit from him.

"five-spot Demons killed in to a lesser extent than five instant, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb sons of squawk, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our entire plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the tawdry volume possible, scolding the Demons as if they were young children.

"FIVE ! Five of you got your asses massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might suffer gotten bored and just decided to shell you to death with his orb !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't cover his track and let that betrayer follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a pearl scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even make out if this is potential know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chances of succeeder ! We can't even mobilize any more Demons, we used the last of the vigor left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth between worldly concern an netherworld a few hundred times, there is no way to call for support !

Our fortune were slim and you retards knocked it down to screwed ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make for certain that it comes down on all of your bottom ten close !"

"So what the blaze are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his temple."We are going to lay low and make every preparation we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing the great unwashed, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the time to make for sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to desire that the rite can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the strength of Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring out trump notice before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his body was the same as when he was born, his mind and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more composite person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the earthly concern around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the fiend'further treatment, New York and the world beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their action, the military group of hell on earth had awoken the most extreme desires and prejudice in social club. Out in the streets, protesters were battling fuzz, Christians were attacking and killing Moslem in the streets, and right-wing psychotic were bombing everything from Planned Parenthoods to gay bars. It wasn't just in the urban center either, the social war waging in New York was triggering similar destabilisation across the country and even across the globe, setting the world on fire and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her binding to him as she bounced up and down on his muscular penis as if it were an physical exertion 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-bodied to delve far cryptic into her hot wet pussy than the outset meter, probing new folds and corners and driving her wilderness with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the visible horizon outside, New House of York was already full repaired from the battle, and Molly was unconscious in her apartment, having had her memory wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the deeply erotic clapping of Selene's bare ass and firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moans, and the shadow of her bouncing breast against the far rampart, cast by the sparkle of the mise en scene sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My legs are on fire and I'm so wear down,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hours, something that no steady human being male would be capable to do.

"Don't headache, I'll take attention of the rest."

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a blowup doll and suddenly rammed her bruised twat, forcing his entire cock up into her physical structure and making her scream in shock and joy at the unfathomable incursion. Keeping her elevated so that he had way to guide, Baltoh began driving his throbbing member up into her with the speed and great power of a pneumatic hammer, completely taking away all look in her legs and making her marvel how she would ever be able to take the air ever again after such a hard roll in the hay. Baltoh's scrotum and genus Phallus were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a automobile, and both lovers half-expected smoke to begin wafting from Selene's puss from the upper and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled throb, her dripping wet puss took his cock like a hero, being stretched pummeled to its limit point but staying just as easy and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to maintain her balance, the busty knockout was moaning in bliss and rubbing the swollen sass of her pussy, barely able to tell when he was in or out of her due to the gravid sizing and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty minutes, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to catch his breathing spell. 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 buss, she raised her body and he began sucking on her tit with relish, savoring the appreciation and feel of her delicate human body and the swollen contour of her nipples in his mouth. As she moved back and Forth on his shaft, he had his manus on her perfective tense ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several arcminute until genus Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on honey, fetch up me off with that sweet lingua of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his aspect.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the unflawed breaking ball of her ass, the toned shapely cheeks, her hairless stretched pussy, and of class her untouched anus. Wrapping his blazon around her torso ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female compare to the statue of David and the human being superordinate to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussy like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her succus with sapidity and massaging her injure insides with his natural language. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the well blowjob potential, stroking the shaft with one hand when it wasn't in her back talk and using her other hand to massage his balls. On the floor below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating ghost of her clapper, lips, and cheeks.

Gently slithering through Selene's snatch with his tongue, Baltoh was able to shake up her in ways that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the lowly trailer or shake of the pronged outgrowth, he could make her completely body jerk in raptus and created a flood of her sexually attractive twat juice. It didn't take a lot to drive her over the sharpness. After just a few instant of eating her out, he could take heed that touch orgasmic moan beginning ascension, while suppressed of track by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to shake, giving genus Selene all the heads up she needed. Both fan doubled their efforts, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his dick ceaselessly with her tongue and Selene moaning as she felt his indulgent wet knife soothing her aching cunt like a big bowl of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's nerve was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's gates of paradise, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the other end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally burst into a vent of semen, flooding her throat to the point that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating cock out like an arouse coma patient role pulling out a feeding vacuum tube and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's seed. Her mouthpiece was devoid of semen but her belly was so replete of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smile, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their nude physical structure cooled.

"You are the most beautiful matter I have ever seen, your body will never fail to mystify and arouse me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all other men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be able to pass asleep holding you again, but after last dark, I can't afford to let my ward down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes precedence ; after all, you're saving the humans. merely remember that I'm here, and if you ever want to take a breather for a few hours, I'm always fix to snuggle,"she said sweetly, giving him another candy kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to give, but something entered Selene's mind that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely keep her sass shut."Baltoh, is it possible to restore memories that you or another Angel has erased ?"

With his infantry on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."Sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when fourth dimension offer. Why ?"

genus Selene had to bite down on her tongue to keep from speaking without her mind's permit. This view had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug sharpness that she could not stop scrape. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past ?

"That woman who knew your public figure back at the office, she's my friend, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a threesome ?"

Baltoh needed to lean against the windowpane, trying to retrieve his mental mien from the dubiousness."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my heart to you, Selene, a ticker that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading light illuminate her naked physical structure."I don't want you to love her, I'm not asking you to hold tactile sensation for her. But making love to you and having sex with her would make me happy, plus I think a footling fun and pleasure would facilitate you with all that hatred in your spunk. I'm trying to get you to unlax a little, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be glad without beheading a teras. You are unequaled and that is why I love you. I don't want to change you, I just want to afford you the option of being at serenity, and this is one matter that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her hand on his dresser.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty alley, scribbling incantations on the ground in human being roue that he was reading off a mainsheet of the frame from a man's back. He was mumbling curses as he tried to prevent tally of the symbols and remember their particular club. There were yard of unlike symbolic representation, all drawn around a hoop that was a century feet in diameter and even stretched into the third proportion on the bulwark of the buildings on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to check in on his progress.

"damn it, why the nether region am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this spell stuff,"he complained.

"These symbol will save you worthful time and probably your life story. When I first summoned a Horror obelisk to this realm, I memorized the DOE equivalence needed to compensate for the dissimilar dimensional gene and altered it for this situation. These symbols are the equality in a written form. Using this arranging of incantation, the patch will drive a fraction of the time and energy it would normally expect without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to learn thousands of symbols, flawlessly alter the equation, and then publish it down for you newbies. go along working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and toss off you if I see you."The red-haired Angelica Archangelica said, looking out over the metropolis from the roof of an office building. Of all the Archangels in New York, she was the youngest, being just over half a 100 old with the consistence 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 Rosemary, to mouth to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her bright blue eyes.

"What do you opine I am, not just as a somebody, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the alone archangel aside from Gabriel that sought a armistice with you ?"

"It was never a truce you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a positive force in the universe, but you wanted to do Sir Thomas More than fighting by my side of meat, you wanted to live by my side of meat as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making Rosemary's long red fuzz flutter and Baltoh's burning halo shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the light paries lining the roof with Rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you think those years we spent in hell on earth 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 lessen 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 more clock time 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 rape and kill me, I tried to influence a bingle 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 unity swing of your sword.

You healed my wounds, helped me retrieve my strength, and taught me about infernal region. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my life. I could consume left any metre, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how long I had before they would notice my fade in Heaven, but in Hell, it was three fantastic years. I was dire to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a single fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in love before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in society for you to suffer ever felt that way about me, you had to have studied me and watched me closely. You had to have analyzed me, and because of that, you know me well than most others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, think back ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my notion. I was denied even a single 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 edifice. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just fine on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that well-nigh men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but ira, I know that it is a fair sex's affection and mind that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always leave. That's basically the status quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original question ?"

"What do you remember I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the breeze the way she had done.

She raised her hired man and gently brushed her soft fingers against the incline of his face."That's the matter Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Jahvey does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't solvent that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find out how much I am going to interchange if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first base place."

Rosmarinus officinalis was silent for various moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an garden angelica and a daemon, a combining of the two ultimate supernatural being, but that fair sex is neither, she is just a powerless human. You were brought to life history through death and anger of gazillion of killers who slew evil in the gens of justice and sought that justice through slaying. She on the other deal is a vibrant and caring woman, who I imagine is replete of love and vigor. She's your demand opposite in every way.

I think the grounds why you are with her is because you are trying to find peace treaty and balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the visible light of Archangel world power and the swarthiness of ogre power, your heart is trying to find counterbalance between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the impression of making love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her words sink in.

"fourth dimension in Heaven does not pass as quickly as it does in snake pit, every day here on Earth is a day in Eden and a year in Hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eons with your soul filled with naught but wrath and a thirst for battle, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that anger go ? Don't you think it's prison term for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly desire my advice, then here it is : give this woman what she wants. If she is truly willing to be open when no other woman would, then I think she is trying to severalise you to be that open air as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and unfold your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"delay,"Rosemary said, drawing his attention back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you desire ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a lowly grin as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his lip and silenced him."Just a single osculation, nothing more. Please, just let me make love what it's like ; let me know what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a oceanic abyss breathing time in reply. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their lip. For several minute, their brim joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosmarinus officinalis stepped back with a grinning on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rare smile and nodded before taking off, feeling much better than he had before.



Molly was sitting at Selene's island table with her mouth hanging undefended and her heart rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing bridge player wrapped around her fountainhead, using his powers to restore the retentivity that he had originally erased. Molly had no idea what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her flat for an eve of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him invest his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a spell for genus Selene and Baltoh to work on up the courage to receive her and attempt to retrieve her retentivity for a tercet, but after Selene ended the call, she could feel her libido beginning to shimmer as storage came rushing back like the juice of an orgasm and mixing with the arising fantasies. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more aroused, she began recounting the history of her number 1 fling with molly to Baltoh.

At initiatory he was skeptical and withdrawn at the idea of intimacy with this alien, intimacy itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that nighttime on the office base with particularly intense particular, he could feel his own sex drive growing in strength and desire. Standing beside this woman, restoring her memory board, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her curved frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to calculate forward to this.

"Tell me, genus Selene, what is the material reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing Molly's openhanded bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each former long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smile and let her oculus drift up Molly's pattern, the digit that she was intimately conversant with."Some well-disposed retribution I guess. Alcohol doesn't yield the great unwashed different personalities ; it shows a low component of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our reliable colors were played out and it seems some part of me enjoys being with women and some function of mollie wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each early's legs was one of the most pleasurable fourth dimension of my life, but regardless, Molly did take advantage of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grudge against her and feel nil but the care of our friendship, so I want to penalize her in a way we can all savour. 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 controller, I want her to obey my orders and fill it as firmly as I want her to. But she is my friend and I love her, so I want us all to be well-chosen. 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 well-chosen at the sight and sound of her felicity. ‘ It's just as rosemary said : she is being this open so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her plans of the future. She wants me to be a part of every trench dark secret she has, because that's how often she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous affectionateness satisfy his heart as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing mollie and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her invertebrate foot and looked around wildly, more disoriented than the Nox she discovered knockout schnapps. She looked at genus Selene, gripping the sides of the table as if an quake was shaking the construction. The memory of Baltoh crashing through the position construction and genus Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her mind like a strobe light. genus Selene's bright green eye kept flickering up and down, holding molly's pretty blues and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to call back every detail of the winged man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each second that passed by, Molly became more untamed and put off, eventually coming to the point that Selene feared that she was going to have a complete mental partitioning. Looking past Molly at the invisible Baltoh, genus Selene nodded with a bouldered expression. mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his long tail around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her body. He became seeable and stepped forward, standing right behind mollie and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely terrorize and looked straight ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making mollie shiver.

"Molly, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast wings into her peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all sides and placed his bridge player on her bare limb, gently dragging his claws against her silken frame and giving her jackass bumps. He leaned his header past her articulatio humeri and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious saying he was wearing. She noted the grayish skin, the silvern heart, the burning glory above his head, 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 about of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from perdition, how he was born as a Demon and gained Archangel powers, his war with the forces of swarthiness and his bloody feud with the forcefulness of Heaven, what he was doing on dry land, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to keep her from asking further inquiry. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on molly's neck and bare articulatio humeri as he sampled her unfermented essence and the aroma of her soft physical body.

He was starting to like this fille ; he could sense his intimate desire for her growing in power. It was not as focused and emotionally coordination compound as his desire for genus Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the hour passed, Molly became less horrific and more anxious. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but powerful tail squeezing and rubbing against her consistence was replacing her original holy terror with sexual excitement.

"mollie, do you think back what I said when we were at the berth ? What I described ?"genus Selene said, walking around the island table and leaning against it.

mollie bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could suffer a threesome, do you commemorate ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

Molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her brass column inch from Molly's.

The steamy blonde nodded a thirdly time, now with a coy smile. In reply, genus Selene leaned forward and kissed mollie, letting their lips join and freestanding over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his hard-on reaching its replete size and pressed it against Molly's rear, making her wriggle in desire and lustfulness as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the osculate with molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his buttock and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Their natural language danced around each other while their lips met like crashing waving, all while Molly hungrily watched them. After only half a second, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to mollie. His farseeing forked tongue slowly reached out like a capture Hydra, making Molly's eyes widen. He flitted his tongue between her fortunate sassing and slid it in, tasting the inside of her mouth and relishing her succulent feel. Their rim touched and they began making out with Molly deep-throating Baltoh's tongue.

Suddenly, molly jerked and emitted a groan of pleasure. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist G-string, and was rubbing her vanilla incision, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's motion this to the bedroom,"Selene purred, feeling the unique sexual impulse from the night of the Christmas party returning.

molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her feet and carried her with only his tail. Retracting his wings into his back, he followed genus Selene into the chamber and lowered Molly onto the bed, who was filled with both terror at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual hullabaloo 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 brim with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the sometime undress, taking off all her dress so that the two nude char were pressed against each former. Without apparel in the way, Selene slid her deal down molly's 2-dimensional belly and began working her fingers between her legs, getting the soft wan lips as wet as potential while she fondled and massaged mollie's breasts.

Watching Selene and mollie's tongues rub against each other in an oiled dance between their backtalk, Baltoh could no longer bear his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry look from Molly as she laid eyes on his muscular erecting. His posterior swishing and jumping behind him in agitation, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her ramification spacious to invite him and Selene moved her hand, granting him access code to the blond beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking confirmation one in conclusion prison term that she wanted this. Selene ended her candy kiss and nodded to him, causing mollie to look down and gaze in amazement as Baltoh extended his long double tongue and tickled the very outside of her vagina. molly's breathing became tight and overweight and she bit her lip as the two backsheesh of his tongue gently touched her diffuse flesh, taking an initial discernment of her juices. Baltoh licked her a second time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shiver in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling member touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making give a shrill whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his tongue around and side to side in her velvet arm while he worked his lips against the entryway, stimulating her clitoris in ways that she had never before experienced. Molly moaned in ecstasy, unable to cover the pleasure that he was giving her. At her moans, Selene got up on her knee with mollie's top dog resting on her breadbasket and hefted her firm breasts in her face. mollie hungrily took them with her rim, sucking on her odd nipple and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her ally excite the nerve termination with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her foreland back, letting the warm jubilation roll over while she flexed her fingers in her pussy, taking them out after every other mo to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't hitch !"molly begged, releasing Selene's wet mamilla.

With his brass buried between Molly's legs, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burn nimbus. Selene winked at him and he winked in income tax return, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juice were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would have been the best orgasm of my life story !"molly exclaimed, already glistening with sweat from the industrious euphoria that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"Selene whispered with her lips pressed against Molly's lips.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his cock, pointing it right at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

molly licked her lips and got on her hands and knee joint with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his member, ineffective to even touch her fingers to her thumb. She moved her paw back and forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just in from her facial expression. She slowly took the head in her back talk, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickling and feeling every centimeter of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the scratch at the top and working it under the ridge above the get-go of the tool. Molly began bobbing her brain back and Forth River, trying to see how a good deal of Baltoh's stopcock she could admit with the tip prodding the spine of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden paroxysm came out of daze from genus Selene's action. With most of the bed taken by Baltoh and mollie, Selene was forced to lay sideways across her pillow. She had a coy grin on her face, having just inserted her digit into molly's bunghole. She was wiggling it around in the tight orifice, taking great pleasance in watching Molly squirm. She then removed her finger's breadth and wrapped her sass around it, sucking it strip. Taking the first step, she spread mollie's ass cheek and pressed her lips against her anus while inserting her tongue. molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's tongue stirring her mother fucker and the wetness of her sass mixing with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's motherfucker, Selene worked her finger's breadth in her cunt, often stopping to run the pussy juice into Molly's anus. When she did this, she would remove her lips and work her finger's breadth 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 porta, leaving a blank glob of saliva nestled right the sensitive congregation of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, Molly would often admit Baltoh's cock out of her sass, just so that she could spit on the fountainhead and then rub her spittle across the lance. She would smear his prick across her face, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her lip, where her headway would bob back and Forth River as she would occupy as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's rooster. Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and oral sex slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most toothsome Popsicle on Earth. With a tender smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her tomentum, making her look at him with lovemaking and happiness in her middle. She took his shaft out of her back talk and gave it back to mollie, who took gravid joy in licking off Selene's spittle.

Selene then turned around and lied on her spine with her legs spread. Molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a long and passionate kiss to picture that his feelings for her were in no way affected by Molly's presence, and Selene returned the osculation to answer the content. With a smile, he sat on his cad and put it swagger right where it belonged. genus Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and pain as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her back and grip the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his cock lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the pelvic girdle and began driving deep into her with long powerful thrusts, very slowly bringing up his amphetamine as he stretched her cunt to the required point. Beside them, mollie was fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, staring at Selene with enviousness and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the activeness, she swung her leg over Selene's brain and began straddling her side in the same way genus Selene had tantalize hers during the Christmas party. Selene grabbed Molly's splendiferous ass and gorged herself on her pussy, making the blonde have to run over on all fours from the paralyzing wave of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering genus Selene's pussy like a machine, making the bed creak like a room full of rocking president and Selene's knocker bounciness and roll like two water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her knocker, all the while fucking her with powerful swings of his pelvis. His knife-like barbed can was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at mollie's round of drinks ass less than half a foot from his face. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his lips against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his sassing. From the incredible stimulant in her twat and asshole, Molly was moaning in pleasure, gyrating her hips while Selene feasted on her delicious pussy and Baltoh licked every box of her son of a bitch with the cheeks rubbing against his look, loving the emptiness taste.

"Oh god !"Molly cried out, having an orgasm that shook her to the detail that she thought that she would decrease apart like a house of poster.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to kibosh whacking as she experienced an anatomic earthquake of animal satisfaction. As the sexual climax came to an end, molly dismounted Selene as if her face was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the enlistment De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the mouth of her cunt. genus Selene sat up, her face and hair wet with mollie's succus, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh please fuck me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."render it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each musical rhythm of his heart. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as light as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with excitation, mollie grasped his rooster and guided it to her pussy, fearful at having never taken one so big and wondering how it would even fit. She had to rear herself up off her articulatio genus just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the head against her lips and tried to guide it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size of it. 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 sue the Brobdingnagian shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to rick her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the Holman Hunt, genus Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy aspect her face, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a tender osculation, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and reconcile down on his case. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work, probing her cunt with his clapper and working his backtalk against the entranceway. With her whole physical structure shaking, Molly began shifting back and Forth to the sides, whimpering from the uncomfortable sizing on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her supporter with a long and gruntle kiss. Their tongues passed their lips and began to swirl and wrap around each other, forming glistening threads of wetness between their mouths. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this placement, the more industrious mollie was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to tolerate a few column inch of bouncing.

sightedness that mollie was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to take away it to the next level. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juices off his boldness."Make her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned molly around on his prick so that her back was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected social movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her scream in bother like the inaugural time. He lifted her up with ease, surprised by the fact that there was no ancestry, and pulled molly back down onto his cock. She screamed again, this clock time with some joy in her spokesperson. 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 giant fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with trivial attempt. It took her a piece, but in time, she began to take immeasurable joy in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her body and lifting her up and down, molly was rubbing her kitty-cat in cloud nine, which was stretched to its absolute maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sweat off her raw body.

Holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own trunk, jabbing up into her like a plunger so quickly that his ball liberation was an indistinguishable blur. Molly's screams and moans were silenced and replaced with a mysterious gagging sound. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her soundbox became limp as she tried to process the intense sensation blasting through her veins. Baltoh's prick was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her legs were completely numb. This was worlds beyond any get it on she had ever received with a human, and her physical structure could barely cope with the active pounding that Baltoh's bulging humanity was inflicting on her. The rough slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to stop to get his breather. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her tum, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."mollie, are you ok ?"

"Don't worry, she's fine. I kept a close eye on her physical and mental State Department to make sure enough I didn't endanger her or inflict any actual harm. Her genius has just been completely overwhelmed by the sensations she felt while I fucked her and all the coming she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced seizure. It's completely harmless, her brain is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, Selene licked her lips and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her acquaintance's nitty-gritty off his cock. After slurping up every drop of cunt juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood as if it were a coin-operated ride. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her pussy like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten minutes, Molly began to budge, waking back up. Hearing her hums of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's shaft and lied down on top of molly, rubbing her breasts against her Friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in pleasure and her optic thunderbolt undefendable.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside Molly, genus Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their naked dead body together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, lie with my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"mollie moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her twat didn't wrench away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slew his cock between her firm ass cheeks like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her soft flesh as he diverted the head back into Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of Molly, Selene purred as her snatch was stretched like a rubber striation and her oily succus dripped into molly's spread ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could observe grinding his cock in between mollie's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the master event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire rooster into her athirst pussy. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with tight powerful strokes, genus Selene couldn't discontinue herself from moaning in ecstasy. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked eubstance rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulation.

"That's right baby, love me !"Selene groaned as her horniness made her bold and excited.

After a few minutes of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening putz into her deliciously soft pussy, using the wetness from Selene as lubricator.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full speeding while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning women, fucking one for several min before moving to the former. As they took spell being fucked, Selene and Molly were running their hands and touching themselves, though with molly having her backrest to Selene, she had to mostly fulfill herself with rubbing her own slit or fingering her lover's asshole.

"Please, let me take in it. I really want to wet-nurse it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought genus Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his prick out of Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a crack whore, molly turned and tried to lap Baltoh's pecker, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"Molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a enceinte glob of spittle. mollie desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her friend's expectoration and vaginal fluids as if her liveliness depended on it. While Molly blew Baltoh, Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, 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 jumpiness as the import hit him like a smack from a wet deal, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with dubiety and the final stage thing he wanted to do was cause the woman he loved any physical discomfort, 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 Lie, neither to him or herself. She truly did hope him and make out him.

Molly sat back, a look of astonishment on her face as she realized that now was her time to provide the two lover with some space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a line of kisses up her vertebral column and along her berm and cervix, making her purr at his cutaneous senses."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 I will feel will be my run in showing you my love."

He replied with a osculation to the dorsum of the ear and then sat up.

"time lag, let me help oneself,"mollie said softly, kissing Baltoh on the berm and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's ebony ass boldness and stretched her son of a bitch with her midriff fingers. Convulsing her cheeks, molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a humble current flowed down in between the dampish lips of her twat. Taking a thick breathing space, Baltoh pressed the head of his cock against her oiled arsehole 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 roll in the hay a natural rubber band for a lobster pincer. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making genus Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, mollie was spitting every glob of saliva she could gather onto the headland of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a long crack in the floor with his tail as he finally managed to pop the fountainhead of his peter into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. Selene had her case rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slow down down.

Now that he had worked the mind in, the strong portion was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and molly had used to lube her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push forward, millimeter by mm, biting his lip as he tried to withstand the compactness while Molly supportably spread Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her hair's-breadth, kissing her au naturel flesh, and even working her fingers between Selene's pegleg.

clip passed, the min on the Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into genus Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the limit point 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 gentle,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her humbled cover, giving Selene a minute to get accustomed to the great stack stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to rip out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her shiver and wince. Keeping his headspring inside, he came to a plosive consonant and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her nous up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to move slowly, Baltoh could finally take note of how estimable her anus felt. While her puss had not nearly been as besotted and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his prick. Now, her perfectly round motherfucker was squeezing it from all side of meat equally, and while it was clenching with incredible force, it was a much more lifelike fit.

burial it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave genus Selene a hour before retracting his penis, this time pulling it back in a one stroke. genus 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 feeling so good. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her headway down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft kiss on her back and stood up, unable to have sex her on his knees due to the slant of her ass. He reinserted his tool and proceeded to take up a slow and truelove rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his humanness. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in long slow virgule, turning her hum 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 facial expression buried in Selene's exposed twat, taking the opportunity to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fast pace and the flat was filled with the strait of Selene's ass slapping against his second joint and her glorious moan of pleasure, both from the anal penetration and her best friend gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old sign of the zodiac as it struggled to handle the downward shot of Baltoh plunging into genus Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her asshole with such speed and might that it would forever be as slack as a pair of sweat pants. genus Selene was giving a ceaseless belly laugh of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all touch from the waistline down except the sensation of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her eubstance convulsing as sempiternal mavin shot through every character of her being.

After ten endorsement, she became as gimp as rag and collapsed on her English, panting heavily and trying not to pass out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping surface and refused to return to its original size. He pointed it downwards and mollie hungrily took it in her mouth, deep throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the seasoning of genus Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thickly 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 postulate a moment to take a breather. She deserves to feel as trade good as I did."

Molly moved to the foot of the bed and got on all quaternary, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the ring surface 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 toilsome as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my preferent,"She said with a sexy blink of an eye.

Baltoh gave a tired smile and got back on his knees, moving over to her and pressing the straits of his dick against her whoreson. Gritting his tooth against the closeness, he slowly began working himself in with Molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly tight, she had been right when she said that she was easier than Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her roaring were interracial with screams of botheration.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with genus Selene. Gripping Molly's hips, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her articulation to increase in volume while his velocity slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thighs with the same glorious clapping sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his maximum speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the scented smile on her face, and the unique love in her middle. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the kiss, Baltoh went up to his top speed, fucking Molly's asshole so hard and so fast that the phone she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his cock could barely be discerned in the rapid bm, all while Selene gently ran her manus across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly tatty cry as Baltoh gave her a thunderous sexual climax. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping Crater. Molly collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't hold out much longer. My staying power has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"Funny, you've been fighting nonstop for thousands of years, but a couple cleaning woman from Earth can impart you completely drained,"genus Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the brass. She then looked at her friend."mollie, how about we finish him the Lapp way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than unforced, Molly sat up with a grin."I'd honey to."

With mollie to his right and genus Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two women moved closer to each other, interlocking their legs and getting into the scissoring position with Baltoh's tool between their pussies. Gyrating their rosehip, the two charwoman began grinding the sassing of their snatch against the shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became laborious as the lenient skin rubbed against his dick in a way exchangeable to a hand job. Just the mental feeling and the double were as serious as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and intimate friend. Selene and Molly were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his dick against their well up pussycat, loving the feeling the hot phallus against the backtalk, their polish thighs rubbing against each early, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several thick current of semen shot out and up from the head, far more than any unconstipated human being amount. The white fountain covered genus Selene and molly's laps, basically glazing their pussies in sperm. Staying pressed together, Selene and molly slowly scraped the semen off his pecker and resettled on his legs, scissoring to the point of orgasm as they both savored the tactile sensation of Baltoh's seed sliding between their fluent wet kitty-cat and the softness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two women separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm cell that covered and filled their kitty as if it were drinking chocolate sirup. After every glob was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his incline like warm cats.

"That truly was most gratifying,"he sighed with his optic closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two charwoman just hummed in tired agreement with their faces buried his breast. With a smile, Baltoh sat up for a here and now to let his wings extend from his consistence, them wrapped them around the adult female's defenseless torso and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so glad we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able to save her middle open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and hungry for cock,"Molly replied, giving a small-scale reach and rubbing her nipple against Baltoh's bare thorax.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her finger around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to pluck herself away from it.

"Actually, don't invite me too often,"molly then said.

genus Selene opened her eye and looked at Molly."What's wrongly ?"

"nil. I would love 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 well-nigh of the time, and this isn't a family relationship for three. Consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blond beauty and licking Baltoh's semen out of every corner of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your stallion lower body is completely numb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that punishing every day of the week, but I also know that you truly mean that, and I thank you,"said genus Selene after she pulled away her sass, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the mouth. Kept warm by his body heat from their au naturel bodies pressed together and the blanket-like wings, Selene and Molly slowly drifted to kip with their branch wrapped around his second joint and faces buried in his chest. With a smile on his face, Baltoh rested his boldness against the top of Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hour later in the middle of the night, fully rejuvenated. Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the Lapp position, their nude 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 ado in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his understructure, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their limb were wrapped around each former's nude organic structure, 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 torso. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping women. They both looked so peaceable, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could climb under the masking with them and come down asleep with their nude body pressed against his, but after the world-class night he spent with Selene, he could not gamble it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New House of York City when there were now six devil that could come to at any time. Even with the Archangels around, the end bell would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the hair out of their faces, smiling as he admired their beauty. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the tabernacle, as if they were not his sex partners, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his face pressed against both of theirs.



A calendar month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made erotic love, and to Baltoh, it was the with child month of his life, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple meter, he and Selene would get together and enact that honeyed passionate bail. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine knockout, and loved her for her sweet soul and tender bosom. Selene was very similar in that regard, in that naught could ever propitiate her desire to ride and suck Baltoh's muscular cock. indisputable, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being intimate with Baltoh was turning her into a wild vixen, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a Demon in the carrier bag. She just couldn't affair without either walking bowlegged after being ridden like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every second that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving forcible chemical bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as a lot time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's past and trying to discover as much as he could about the charwoman he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious mind to learn as much as she could about the way his judgment worked. Since he didn't have much of a yesteryear to speak of, she instead asked him about things like philosophy, history, psychological science, and everything else that would let her see how the gear in his psyche turned. She also asked him interrogation about the world and Hell, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the citizenry he had met, the battles he had fought, the risky venture he had experienced, and his memories from life in the inferno. There were also interrogation about his activity on Earth, as when Selene discovered just how much collected meter he had spent in the cosmos of the keep since his nascency, she found that they had a lot more to sing about than she thought.

He also got to pass time with Molly, who treated him the Same way she treated Selene. His relationship with her was the first of its kind, caring but platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a devotee. With rosemary, he had learned to be a teacher, and with molly, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to interpret what it meant to socialize. Then of course of instruction there was the sex. Molly often joined the two buff for threesomes, her hunger for Baltoh's cock and Selene's pussy bringing her to the apartment a few times a calendar week. Baltoh certainly didn't mind, as he enjoyed fucking her like a machine, and Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and Molly with her, as if her world was complete.



The six Demons all stood around a small campfire of human finger cymbals from their last meal, deep below the metropolis. All eyes were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in armorial bearing of this labor. Only he could wee the decision for the next step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere prophylactic to run. They would succeed or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle fray out on the outskirt. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug addict passed out in an back street, only to cause his attention drawn back to genus Selene's flat through the feather he had given her. Through the radio link between he and genus Selene, he could sense great fear and hurting, and knew without a shadower of a uncertainty that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another trio with her and Molly, and now both charwoman were in danger.

He was flying through the urban center faster than an armor-piercing smoke, creating a pulsation shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, stronger than the void of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so much king that every window in the construction lining the streets was reduced to powderise and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the space behind him into a blizzard of ice and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a furious scowl as he honed in on genus Selene's flat, his steel in handwriting and his teeth and chela sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that dared attack Selene, he would make them hurt the torturing of nether region a thousand prison term over. He finally reached the flat, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment building had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit was in ruins, with all the furniture smashed to pieces and the walls shredded with claw Marks. Selene was gone and in the center of the apartment lay Molly, the life torn from her tortured body. The island mesa had been ripped unfreeze of the kitchen floor and moved into the marrow of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a medieval torture rack, her wrists and articulatio talocruralis nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to molly's lifeless corpse, his eyes broad and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the worst overrefinement of Hell, but seeing her, the woman he considered his dear acquaintance and had been physically intimate with, lying there on that table was Thomas More than he could abide. Her intact pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the tip where her pelvis was crushed into splinters and her stage were barely clinging to her body. Her thigh as ass nerve were riddled with bite marks and had lump ripped out of them from when the ogre decided to sample her soft form. Her breasts had been reduced to thick bloody flight strip, having been carved and cut up in pointless torment to make up her suffer. Her finger's breadth were broken and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbed wire. Her read/write head was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to eat up daimon spermatozoon. Her cheeks had been ripped assailable, most likely by fortuity when the ogre took turns raping her oral fissure. Her eyelids had been cut off so that she could not blink and the heart themselves had been carved out. Her pinna had been ripped off and she teeth marks along her throat. last-place but certainly not least, her face was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by Demon sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His script shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted molly's lifeless body, holding it tightly."I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will retaliate you, sweetness soul,"he murmured with his impudence pressed against his brow.

In his fondness, the feelings he had developed for her were now like poison in his vein as he mourned her expiration. However they did it, the monster had tortured Molly far prospicient than the signal of Selene's danger had been felt. Most in all probability, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still deceased, probably kept from waking up through a demon spell. Everyone in the apartment building had been killed so that the constabulary wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able to stop the Demons, but they would have been an annoyance and an interruption. After all the eons he had spent being tortured in netherworld as a legion of homo souls, he could well imagine the pain sensation she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's care was suddenly pulled from molly by a tintinnabulation sound. Situated on one of the faeces form the island table, Selene's speech sound sat two cadence away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the harshness through the business without even holding the sound. Trying to keep his irritability in balk, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a marvellous objet d'art of technology that these homo have invented. The ability to talk to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's representative remarked on the former end.

"You've already signed your death warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will make you endure more agony than all the prisoners of Hell across all of chronicle. I will impose More pain on you than your forged nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the annoyance that mollie went through. I will show no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his vocalisation icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't trouble, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to mention she served as a in effect example. But damn, she sure could take a cock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like rotten melon. Hmmm, pleasant-tasting. But the best part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million persuasion that race through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would find out the threats if I were you. We haven't touched genus Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my tail so that I can find that dead body of hers, and boy, it sure enough is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the bout off her face as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breather."What do you want ?"

"Your assist. Once the sun comes up in a few minute, we shall make our relocation. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also keep us safe from the forces of Eden. While we are working, you will prevent every Angel and garden angelica out of our social occasion. If any of us sees so much as a I feather while we are working, I assure you that my comrade and I will spend every second of our spirit tormenting this little bitch in means learned straight from the maestro of anguish themselves. She will suffer more than than any human being, living or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better keep the holy person in use, because if you fail, genus Selene will consider being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in store for her."



The sun slowly rose with a burnished rose-cheeked red shade, giving Abaddon a maniacal grin as he thought about the blood soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographic center of New York City, inconspicuous to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alleyway, Selene was tied up with the tail of Abaddon's net leftover Gargoyle, shivering as the walkover kissed her defenseless flesh the Same way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's suddenly eubstance she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her face was streaked with weeping at the horrible view of molly's bloody butchered carcass and the feeling of terrible helplessness that flowed through her vena like ice H2O.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and Molly's apparel still on the floor. She got up to look for her acquaintance, wanting to go back to sleep clutching mollie's warn naked configuration against hers, lusting for the feeling of her indulgent tegument against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to regain molly and maybe eat little late-night snack off her breasts, and instead found her outflank supporter and lesbian lover nailed to her island mesa, getting her entrails ripped out and rust by four monster while the fifth part raped her mouth.
Selene rushed back into her chamber, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to touch the feather and alert Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the pharynx."There you are, my sexy little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her foot and drinking in the fear in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its bottom, silently crying over the death of her friend and praying for the man she loved to follow make unnecessary her. She wanted to shout, to call out for someone to facilitate her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so a lot as a sound, he would cut off her mammilla, 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 power, he crouched down and slammed his bridge player on the priming, casting a magical spell and sending out an energy signal his comrades to do the Sami."Demon Art : Horror Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised push levels, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the scene. Flying in formation, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a stony expression on his look and blade in hired man.

Raphael drew his claymore mine and pointed it at him."What the nether region are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you fade,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his incline.

Growling, Michael materialized his blade as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no near than they were ! You've been on the demon'side since the beginning !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosmarinus officinalis, who had a very tense and guarded feeling on her face but peculiarity in her eyes."No, I am not on the daimon'side. They are holding the woman I love, and in return for her rubber return, I must keep you from interfering. Do not reserve it against me, for I am doing this exclusively to get her back."

"One homo is not worth the whole Earth !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his brand raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare bridge player as if Michael were just a child 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 brand burst out his back and Michael vomited a huge splatter of rakehell. The other archangel stared in shock at the merciless injury and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his sword disembarrass, tearing out flight strip of Michael's flesh that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second fourth dimension, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with roue streaming from his mouth.

"That should show you how commit I am to saving genus Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his steel to splatter off the blood.



Across the urban center, in five key points where the symbols had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the ground, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"demon Art : nether region abysm Summoning !"



"Angel Falls Art : Saint Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six devil locations, terminate their patch at all cost !"Gabriel cast, using the charm to get hold of all the Angel Falls in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Falls Art : Crusaders Cathedral Summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby construction shattered as a new bodily structure was built in its place, a monolithic cathedral built solely out of a 1 patch of marble. The window of the grand church service were all colored and ornately arranged to form collage of saints, made with cold science and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of precious stone. Above the great oak doors was a rose window, made of glass ruffle with atomic number 79 and silver to form a sun surrounded by principal. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angels, all in poses of prayer or brotherly love, and the bell tower was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their sword in hired hand but resting with the tips on the flat coat, as if they were waiting for fight. At the very top of the tower was a corpse peacenik, holding an olive arm in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby edifice fled at the master copy body structure's prostration. Slowly, the doors opened and Angels streamed out, confused at the sudden modification of scenery. The Crusading Cathedral worked on holy person in the same way the invocation Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of macrocosm to help whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this instance, all the Angels that were on their way to try and stop the Demons had now been teleported to the scene of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."backer Art : prayer beads Restraints."Countless chains of prayer beads beads were shot down at the Angels, tying them all up so that they could not go out and aggress the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to retain Selene safe, even if that means taking division in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"wait,"Rosemary said, putting her hand on Gabriel's shoulder to block off him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the daemon try to put down the earth, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the cleaning lady you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to abandon the duty beset upon us, so let's closure arguing and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each suit rival in worthiness !"she said with painful resolve in her vox. Holding out her hand, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more discernment. You will hold zippo against us and we will sustain nothing against you. We fight with honor, using only our sword, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Archangels flew towards him and brought their blade down towards his pass, but he blocked them with his own with little effort. His after part suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a stoolie fire from behind. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a deep stroke 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 chassis and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his cowl, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not meet our gaze ? Are you afraid to attend 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 nimbus from the one above her top dog and throwing them at him.

"Demon Art : Tombstone buckler,"Baltoh said in little Thomas More than a whisper.

A table-sized tomb mark appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the switch aureole. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of stabs and gash from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"daimon Art : Dark Shackles."From the metal band around his wrist, several bladed chains shot forth like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you fight us now with so much shame when you have shown no hesitation in striking down an Archangel before ? Why do you whelm us so easily, but fight wish you haven't slept in three 24-hour interval ?'Rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a bombardment of Feather pointer at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the flak. Rosmarinus officinalis shot forward with white flames streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting ability. Baltoh opened up his defense reaction to block her attack, deflecting the strike with a lazy baseball swing of his steel, still keeping his face stamp in shadow. Moving silently, Raffaello Santi attacked from behind. Like Rosemary, his brand was burning with whiten flame, increasing the penetrating power so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the solid muscle but unable to go in past tense the costa. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no answer to it, as if he hadn't even felt the blade pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his finger at Rosmarinus officinalis with a pitch blackness domain of energy charging at the tip of his claw."Demon Art : night Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense bam of phantasm energy that was so large in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her frame badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed material of the cadaver of her outfit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us light upon you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to impede our fire or punish yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raffaello Santi, pulling the blade from his hired hand with his own brand raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical line down that sliced off his backstage, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and unable to observe his peak, Raphael landed in the street in a pool of his own line of descent.

Baltoh looked to the face, spotting Michael trying to sneak away to go occlusive Abaddon. With his paw hobble and clammy, he pointed his finger's breadth at him."daemon Art : nipper slug,"he cast, launching his talons like turn from miniskirt artillery at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like howitzer plate as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor heater and finally riddling Michael with pickle, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel stamp, finally breaking give up of his straightjacket of Hell chains.

Upon the epithet of the spell, a car-sized wooden Cross fell out of the sky, straight towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to set down second power on the top of his top dog, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed her George Burns and repaired her dress. ‘ You used to be so calm and tempered, your burning hatred under restraint and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the heating and power is still there, but the flames have died out, leaving only burns. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so very much angriness in your warmness, so a lot hatred ?'

With holla of determination, she and Gabriel shot towards Baltoh with their sword burning with white flames, desperate to deliver any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his steel above his head to try and fork up a killing tap 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 Rosemary could strike, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his hand, sending his clawed fingers bursting out of a gaping gob in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail and stabbed Rosemary through the venter, running her through as if she were made of paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"Rosemary whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to help them with their injuries as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power levels one survive time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their vigour into their swords. In their spunk, none of them believed that it would truly exercise, but they had to do everything they could to try and nonplus him.

Roaring in both frustration and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their swords held back, ready to stab.

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading Canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as outpouring of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in pain as they looked down. In a exclusive nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the breadbasket, cutting so thick that he had been just a few inch away from completely severing their lower bodies. Their torso cut open and unable to take the air, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on decease's doorway. Unable to wear give up of the rosary chains that held them like pianissimo telegram, the crowd of Angels could do nada but scout in repugnance and dread as their leaders crawled across the ground like insect, beaten and exhausted. The four fighters grouped together, desperate to come up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much substantial than us ? Has every fight we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this weak and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up blood from all of his entrails being cut right-hand through.

"If we attack from the figurehead, he gets us with his brand. onslaught from the sides, he blocks with his wing. Attack from arse, he lashes out with that damned tail. We can't even beat him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raphael muttered, holding his glowing hand between the two halves of his body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many hurt on us, so I always assumed our power point were actually conclude. But now, he's going for line. He's never truly gone after our lives,"Gabriel panted, his chin streaked with blood line and his lungs struggling to function.

rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her hired hand to keep her electronic organ from spilling out."No, if he wanted us utterly, we wouldn't have even been able to delineate our swords. He just wants to keep us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposition. He is finally showing his eye and scrap for the woman he loves, the one woman who can truly have away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his friends."I'll hold him off, you three hunt that demon down and stop his program. There is only one way I can even ingest a chance of matching his strength, just make indisputable it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same altitude as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will materialize if you use that technique ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to face Baltoh without his sword."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's insufferable for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're stronger, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right hand towards his forget wrist.

"Angel Art : Final crucifixion ! daemon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

Two crossing rose up behind Gabriel and Raffaello Santi, making their faces pale in fear. But even though the Cross were summoned, the spell did not fully activate due to Baltoh's control. A immense skeletal hand then burst and grabbed Rosmarinus officinalis, 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 Inferno that I will kill them. Move your hand an column inch and I will induct the crucifixion for your brothers and their deaths will be on your sense of right and wrong. I have cipher against the girl, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Angelica Archangelica hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The standstill was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the Angelica Archangelica all sensed the Demons complete their enchantment. Across New York, the five monster that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable portal to hellhole. The objects they had summoned were house-sized cauldrons, adorned with engraving of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid flames. The mouths of the caldron were actually vena portae, leading heterosexual person to the Lake of Fire in the marrow of Scheol. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the caster would pull their enemies into it and incinerate them in the inferno. However, they would all serve different function on this day.

In the center of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his Horror Obelisk began to glow and sent out a wave of sullen muscularity like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all directions like the beginnings of a tsunami, having no affect on the city itself but supercharging the Inferno Abysses. Upon receiving the strengthening transmission, the five caldron all shot geysers of red region straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with black clouds and the sun became dark as if there was a solar eclipse as the caldron changed their function, no longer pulling thing into Hell but instead sending them out.

fencing of red light and hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each other with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New York city with the horror obelisk in the centre of attention and the Hellfire encircling it all in a monolithic annulus. Upon the shape's windup, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the world as the hoop of red region torus through the dimensional roadblock between Earth and Hell like a biscuit cutlery. Across the globe, people were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New York was instantly incinerated in the wall of Hellfire. Even the water flowing in an out of the metropolis was vaporized on physical contact with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to happen, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to fight Abaddon and recall genus Selene. The Archangels quickly followed suit, praying that they would be able to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first base to arrive at the revulsion Obelisk, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow daimon. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as nightfall, the devil were no longer unseeable, scaring off any people who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its hindquarters, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to brush off the tightness in his chest as he looked at her, searching for any house of injury or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"Hell, netherworld is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this metropolis, we were able to step down the roadblock between population and open the portal to Hell. As we speak, this urban center is slowly sinking, weighed down by its own shadow. Soon it will sink in between the attribute, and once it gets right between them, it shall be obliterated and the straight room access will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from blaze. You should say adios to New York, because it will be a part of Earth for only another two weeks, and in a calendar month it will be obliterated and a dead on target inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its place. This metropolis is essentially a hot ember on a sheet of paper, burning through and creating a trap that can not be fixed.

If you want someone to give thanks, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving snatch and objet d'art of his zip from jumping between dimensions were we able to create a portal stable enough for a few of us to croak through. You have no idea how many eons we had to wait in inferno to gather enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his middle downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clenched clenched fist.

True to Abaddon's words, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the ground by the thousands, popping up like grass and streaming into the air in ingroup so dense that they looked like column of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the city, but were ineffectual to pass the burning ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a Roman mile above the rampart of red region. Until the vena portae was truly opened, the forcefulness of pit could get into New York, but they could not leave and neither could humans get in. Following the mindless pawns, Demons began to appear by the slews, laughing at their imminent freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this obelisk or the infernal region Abysses, you will not stop the process. The doorway has already been carved, now we just need to hold off for this city to sink between universes and open it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, give me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his case downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your education. You promised me you would return Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo combustion like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is gratis to go. direct back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her feet and released her. Nearly falling to the ground, genus Selene stared at Baltoh with wide-cut eyes as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the same United States Department of State, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their weapons system around each former, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in sweet-scented relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in clip. I'm sorry I let this hap to you and molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just gladiola I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the English of his cervix.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder and was face to face with Michael, who had a much indulgent expression his face."This is a side of meat of you that I have never seen, this cleaning woman has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how severely we just fought, I think I can finally trust you in your resolve to face up these monster. Don't get me wrong ; I hate you, I think you're an detestation, and we still have a score to settle after this, but I think it's time for us to finally work on the same side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his steel slung over his shoulder and one of his uncommon smiles on his face."So, if my info is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of trouble, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a Demon. However, you made one black 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 ground.

Instantly, all the devil and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding ray of light of golden light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the centre of attention of the light were M of Angels and dozens of garden angelica, entering the null-space of New York and fix for battle. The armies of Heaven landed on the roofs of buildings and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapon, as well as all the 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 foretell 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 pang him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breathing time being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib John Cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton of a snake in the grass and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the massive battle that was imminent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every holy person, Gargoyle, Archangel, and Demon stared at the two buff. With wide centre, Abaddon looked up at a fiend standing on a nearby building. The creature was laughing as it drew another javelin from the book binding of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a double-dealer.

But while the Demon was bragging about his putting to death, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as pedigree began to pour from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind unable to process the passel of her lesion. Her whole physical structure shaking, Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of dark flames flared up and began to consume her. genus Selene shrieked in painfulness as the flame ate away at her with incredible focal ratio. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how often business leader her put into the spell, her weak homo body was the perfect fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the blackness fire moved out in all management, reducing her body to ash in indorsement. Not only was it destroying her body, but her soul as well, meaning that she would end to survive in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flaming moved up her chest, practically erasing her from creation.

Baltoh tried to speak but his song cords failed to make, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his lip hanging open 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 lips against his before the opprobrious flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's arms closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his altogether torso shaking and air refusing to go into or leave his lungs. All the Angels and garden angelica were silent, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatise hybrid lowered his shaking hands, scooping up the ashes that had once been the woman he loved. He stared at the smuggled gunpowder in his palm tree, shifting and splashing as his crying slowly dripped into them, the first bust that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingerbreadth and two bar of split ran down his face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a oceanic abyss intimation and released a ululation of anguish.

While the cry had a normal intensity, it was carried by Baltoh's free energy and spread head across the world. Everywhere, mass turned their attention away from the hellish sky and their prayers as the howling reached their ear, so pure with Baltoh's botheration that they struggled to not be brought to their articulatio genus by its weight. The sound was so heavy, so mournful, and so painful, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's pain in their own hearts, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the man were unable to digest as the sorrowfulness in the Baltoh's ululation hit them the difficult due to their proximity to him, and all the Angelica Archangelica fought with all their might not to put down their swords as Baltoh's painful sensation assailed them like an galvanic seismic disturbance. Even the Demons and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sort of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like Pb weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stop, and the whole globe fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would happen. Everyone ducked as break up glass suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the metropolis simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to appear in the background around him. In a not bad clang, a pool-sized crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the primer as if he had suddenly become as laborious as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted saphead has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature twister wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ash tree and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his face downcast and hidden by his hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight of his energy. The Gargoyles and Angels fell out of the sky like birds passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the ground gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his backstage, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the degree ground, facing Abaddon and the revulsion Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underrate my love, my tycoon, and my hatred,"he hissed, his face hidden in shadow but his heart glowing like coal.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning halo began to upgrade, floating five feet above him. As he raised his offstage and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you mad ? !"rosemary shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the annulus down, having it hover in movement of him vertically with his four extension outstretched around it, holding it in place like four digit around a coin.

"It's a go unlike any other, his most powerful proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie garden angelica trying to lessen the Gargoyle population in Hell. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like tycoon it unleashed,"Rosemary said, answering the Saame question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a spell so hefty that it has no name and originates from neither unclouded nor darkness. It is hard enough to veil the Masters of torture and Titans. Even the hell on earth Princes are wary of its power !"Abaddon explained in brat as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyroscope between the peak of his flank

"Every metre he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the operation. It is a jet of pure vigor straight from his soul, the collective hatred of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one deluge of power that puts Archangel and devil magical spell to shame. If he uses that spell here, he could annihilate the entire major planet,"Rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in speed, Baltoh released an animalistic roar of choler and frustration with tears streaming from his space. Finally, the gloriole was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of light with energy streaming forth in ambient waves.

"Damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the world if you use that !"Rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking heartbeat, he released the atomic number 10 fire at Abaddon and his radical. It was so brightly that no one could await directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel and archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a c feet all-encompassing before it reached the revulsion Obelisk. Using the Shade play tour, Abaddon was just barely able to get to base hit as the blast obliterated the former five monster, the obelisk, and everything else in its course. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, fiend, and everything else that was caught in its track.

Carving a massive scar across New York City, the flak soared past the fencing of Hellfire and W out across the landscape painting, growing with child and more powerful as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the Earth, the planetary curve took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and gamy instead of staying parallel to the dry land. By the clip it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few air 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 destruction that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roar of anger, charging a blast to utmost force in just a dyad indorsement. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to sidestep just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this time at a slightly lower angle to the northeast. Just like the first, the second neon good time instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal hurrying, growing to be a hundred meters wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The eruption carved another massive mark across New York, destroying everything before it whether support or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower Angle, the blast basically dove into the sea, forcing all the body of water aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal torpedo, sending jumbo tidal undulation in all directions as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the demesne mountain in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a waste scar on the Earth's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first sentence, Baltoh fired his third blast immediately, swinging it up to becharm Abaddon in midair. The attack finally got him, annihilating the Demon once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moon, still slightly seeable in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a irregular, it seemed like nix would bechance, then everyone gasped as a contrast of bubbling mushroom swarm appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's horror, the Moon itself was split in span, having been carved in half by the flack with the two half jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every consistency of piss on the satellite suddenly exploded into a massive eruption as the splitting of the moon caused a catastrophic gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the planet's center. Already, tsunamis were drag across huge stretchiness of solid ground, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other Angel and Archangel combined their power and cast a repairing roadblock on the moon, trying to put the two halves back together before the wrong to the land became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and Demons hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The bright streak engulfed countless edifice as it grew, and while most of the demon were able to dodge the blast, several remaining I and all the Gargoyles were ineffective to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a rising tide, converting their very atoms into pure energy as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his fifth blow, not caring what would fall out, not knowing what would happen, and in so much hurting that he wanted to hold on blasting until he died or the universe was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would fly New House of York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't caution, he just wanted the pain to go away.

Just as he was about to burn, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the smell of soft hands pressed against his brass. A pair of glowing white-hot Angel wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the proprietor was behind him, leaning against his spine. Moving without his will, his burning aura stopped spinning and moved back above his mind and his fender fell slack. His whole body quiver, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at genus Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smile and all the honey in her centre. She was wearing a white garb and hovering over her heading was a prosperous halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my earnest dulcet Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could sustain come back sooner, but it took time to become an Angel. God stepped in just in metre to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kisses.

As their rim separated, a stinging pain in the ass stabbed his learning ability as he realized the abysmal amount of end he had just brought Forth for no reason. Gripping his straits, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knees with tears falling from his eyes as he considered all the innocent people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her munition around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so distressing. I didn't know you were still alert and I gave into my angriness. I killed all those people because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be holy person and sent us here to serve you,"genus Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her read/write head. Baltoh looked in the direction she was motioning to and spotted Molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smiling on her brass and a halo above her head. Miraculously, the little vixen had gotten into Heaven.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would bear made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the chance to save as many lifetime as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so pitiful, Selene, I just bonk you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined fan suddenly jerked as all of New House of York city began to shake off, experiencing a massive drop curtain in top. Descending an column inch every moment, the metropolis began to pass into the planet. Rising up from the circumference of red region that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the worldly concern, a dome of black pot formed above New York, separating New York from the satellite physically and visibly while it sank recondite and thick, descending five ft below sea level in a single minute.

With genus Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his invertebrate foot, completely drained of energy but full of felicity and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the monster and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the metropolis or going back to Hell to plan for the next attack, and the forces of Heaven were still trying to repair the moon. Baltoh looked back as genus Selene wrapped her fingers 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 billet like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a table in the office staff of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the place, and no longer were the Angels or Archangels hiding their existence. The room was willed with people, including the new mayor ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the tribal chief of police, all the Archangels, Baltoh, Selene, several angel, and multiple human illustration for the people of the city.

It had been two dozen 60 minutes since the doorway had been established, and a state of parking brake had been declared and New House of York was at its breaking decimal point. The city had sunk so far into the Earth that it was surrounded on all sides by walls of endocarp 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 well, but with the metropolis painted red by the lighter 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 matter how hard the American administration worked to keep it a hole-and-corner, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the nerve centre of it all spread. Currently, US forces were surrounding the dense black domed stadium of condensed smoke around the city while the top scientists in the state tried to forecast out a way in. Anything they used to try and run through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of Hellfire on the footing or disintegrated when it touched the dome. goose egg could get through, not even sound, lighting, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the outdoors world, power and running water were lost, and generators were responsible for for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the bringing up of the Hellfire fencing. The air was filled with concern and desperation, citizenry outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food for thought and H2O, and saying their prayers. constabulary were working without sleep or reprieve as the dislocation of world brought out the pillager and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The orderliness had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapons if they could or join together with mass who had artillery. This was going to be a substantial war, and everyone would have to oppose. The stopping point twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the impairment inside and outside of the city, and blessing every artillery and bullet train that could be found. While the sanctum physical object would not be hard enough to take out a Demon, a goddamned scattergun shell would be enough to knock down a kettle of fish in a Gargoyle's dresser and pour down it.

Finally, the chance to follow together and start planning had arrived, and the violence of Eden, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to figure out some way they would exist. The legions of duskiness had not yet made their motion after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in perdition that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosemary,"even though we can pass through attribute and that dome, we can not play any humans with us. We can make people intangible though contact, but we can not transfer that variety of tycoon to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the last obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the sides of the shaft are what are keeping the two universe separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the control surface of Earth through this slam, but without Angel powers, they can never penetrate the slope or that bean, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of Hellfire around the city is only about ten stories high, but this Lucy Stone shaft of light is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a bubble cutting New York off from the world. angel can pass through it, but man and demonic force out can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the satellite, this will be a blessing, as it will keep this city from being incinerated by the solid ground's core.

Long chronicle poor, voidance is not and option, we can't contact the outside worldly concern, and supplying can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"wellspring then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the the great unwashed who want to defend but can't ?"city manager Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the urban center with angel to act as guards to the people,"Raffaello Sanzio said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your people, the holy person will cease them. As for the Demons, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most potential greater than ours, but we have Baltoh as our horn card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this fight,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the hordes of daemon and Gargoyles means nothing if the scuttle of the gateway will obliterate the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from Earth completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to annul the unconscious process before then."

"Most belike the source of this problem is in Scheol. We have to go down there and ruin whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't work,"Michael cursed."The force of Hell outnumber us a thousand to one in full term of combatant. If soul is a particularly devouring reprobate, then Hell will become their dwelling house instead of their prison, and they will join the legions of dungeon masters that torture the early residents. They are known as the sinner, and these are the substantial hardcore bastards : the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial killers, series rapists, and all around sadists. These are the one that survive Hell and don't just fall apart into ash and later become a percentage of a conglomerate that forms a Demon. These guy cable are wickedness enough to turn Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malice of humans and you have a never-ending deluge of foot soldiers, not to mention that there are far more than Demons than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able to face the entirety of perdition, their population is as dense as a dying adept. If I were to consume on all of Inferno, they would just wash over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm strong enough to face them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to vacate the process,"Raphael said."The ogre were able to open up a doorway with only human emotions and turn, so hopefully we can close it in a similar way. We just require time to come up with an equally potent ritual. We already destroyed the five Inferno abyss cauldron in the five corners of the metropolis, so we might be able to reverse the process with a Hope Beacon in the essence of New House of York where the Horror obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the original cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The Demons were only capable to do this because this urban center was a colossal hub of anger and disconfirming energy, basically it was a giant weight on the fabric of space and time. We would possess to create an equalize and opposite affect in club to even accept a chance, and even then, it would probably only serve as a plug in sealing the gateway to Hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive energy if we combined our powers or one of us broke a rosary mountain chain,"rosemary suggested.

"The force-out of pit would flood the metropolis with their bodies before letting us foil their plan. We have all of hell on earth beneath us with the botheration and hatred of its residents wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every holy person and Archangel down here to lend his or her strength, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasma of hell on earth. As powerful as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a wood ardour with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy city manager asked, at his wit's end and trying to keep from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to handle with this ? The humans, I mean,"the head of police force asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our clip until we can come up with a way to repeal all this. As for the multitude, they'll just have to cope and bear what is going on. When it comes to crusade, just make sure that you get your arm blessed and you don't end up facing a Demon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the way with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a prayer beads chain ?"genus Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a forbidden technique of the Angelica Archangelica. You have noticed the rosary mountain range that the others and I wear around our articulatio radiocarpea, right ? Well if an archangel breaks them, they gain an insurmountable encouragement of world power, one that is very legal brief but brings them up to my level of might. The fiend have a exchangeable move where they can break their shackles, however, both movement result in death.

A few Demons in history that broke their bond, but only because they did not have a go at it what the cost was. As I said before, demon absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of toilet table. I actually faced one of those demon, and for a amount of five minute, we were on a completely regular playing subject. For Angelica Archangelica, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of Archangels, God puts a seal of approval on their head, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after lucifer's rebellion. Michael threatened to bust a prayer beads when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even capable of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the waste metropolis, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. Thick pillars of smoke were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fire and would fire to the flat coat, since the fire fighters couldn't afford to waste any urine. The fateful line of credit were barely visible against the rock bulwark of the shot New House of York had sank through, mould with a red lighting from the fence of red region. It was only a affair of fourth dimension until that strong rock-and-roll would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but unable to affect it.

Was it potential for the people to survive ? To pull in together and press this terror ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to process everything."

"You've been working nonstop since the battle, you haven't allowed yourself to rest or regain your strength,"she said, wrapping her digit around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of terms to pee up for. I made a huge misunderstanding that took a lot of liveliness and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to repent for my sins,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to verbalise really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terms with the fact that you've died ?"
"well, I've mostly accepted it. It's Wyrd to think that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my family will be. Molly is a wreck though. Becoming an saint helped heal her mind of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the memories alone is enough to nearly labour her insane. I would render anything to be able to help oneself her. I just have to go for we can survive this battle and live in peace. But we'll crossbreeding that bridge when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be timid. I don't think I could deport to miss you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their lips separated after the stamp osculation, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, come after me. I know a way to relieve some of your tenseness,"she said, opening her annexe and taking to the air with him right behind her.

flight alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the grinning on her font. Even during the end of the world, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a list dove. Her childish giggles and rapturous grin made Baltoh blank out all of his troubles and forethought, replacing them instead with 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 buttocks 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 urban center's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like wraith. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signaling of habitation. With a coy smile, genus Selene locked the door and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprise for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her weaponry around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a smile as he kissed her.

"When I became an holy person, I was completely born-again and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a Virgo the Virgin once again, and I want to give my virginity you, just like I wish I could have done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grinning, Selene stepped back to the foot of the bed and lowered the strap of her dress down her shoulder, exciting Baltoh with the expectation. She tried to pull up the dress down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to move. unable to suppress his laughter, Baltoh suggested she pull back her fold up wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the Angel wings were pulled into her soundbox as if melting away.

With the annexe gone, she fully removed the dress and undergarment, letting Baltoh spirit upon the gorgeous ebony form that drove him crazy. Her tit were still the like melons and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her stomach was still as categorical as paper and faintly lined with the toned brawn packed underneath. Her hips had their usual fullness, with her thigh as smooth as glass and as lenient as the ears of puppy, and her ass so tight and shapely that it could bounce a quarter across the room while still rippling after a dainty smack and would put a Brazilian ecdysiast to disgrace. Between her legato thigh, the rim of her pussy were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her body as if experiencing a religious wakening, completely stunned by her divine beauty and her unequalled sexiness. Wearing a wry grinning, genus Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a view of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her header on the pillow and her wings re-extended, spread out and stretched to the point that the ends were curled up against the bulwark."What do you consider ? Do I look like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his wing 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 tibia, then took his clock time in licking her smooth second joint with his recollective forked tongue, taking in the delicious tasting of her balmy hide. All the spell, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing touch, driving herself furious in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with Selene's pegleg on his shoulders and his face just inches from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the mellifluous flowery aroma and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the entry to her gate of Eden. Selene gave a flabby coo of arousal as Baltoh provided vast sum of stimulation and sensations through the humble and loose of feeling, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his brim against the entering, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sense of taste with her pleasant-tasting succus, licking up her essence like a dog with an hollow peanut butter jar. Selene gave a shriek hum at his touch and ran his finger's breadth through his hair, squirming in joy with each moving-picture show of his spit inside her. Baltoh quickly found her virginal membrane with his tongue, checking to make sure it really was there. After his surprisal was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a genius, using his tongue to tickle and stimulate every sensitive nub and dither in her consistence, bringing her to her for the first time sexual climax in record time and making her call out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his unwritten tour of Selene's body, spending a few seconds to cross her cushy still belly in kiss before moving up to her chest. thrifty not to scratch up her with his claw, he squeezed and massaged her breasts as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the legal tender nerve conclusion. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her properly pap, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner and tugging on it, almost making genus Selene yip in pleasure.

He then moved to the left nipple, painting it with his tongue with the same energy as an creative person who had just been woken up in the eye of the nighttime by inspiration. The gustatory modality of her teat was almost as succulent as her pussy, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and consistency of that set up nub drove him wild with lustfulness, and no thing how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a hickey rightfield on her nipple, he moved past her breasts and began kissing her collarbone and her diffused throat, making her spirit up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the capitulum. He then kissed her several sentence on the cheek, once on the ear, several times on the brow, once on the nose, and then on the sass, where they maintained that tie-in with an deathless passion, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"seed on infant, rock my world,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no matter how I do it."

"Don't concern, this Angel torso is different than my homo body. From the man I love, I can find no pain. There is nothing you can give me but endless walking on air. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his pecker to the lips of her waiting kitty without his hand. As he slowly pushed the drumhead into the entree, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as delicate and wet as her mouth and with that hone tightness : light enough so that he wasn't stopped, but plastered enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his entire cock into her in a individual driving force and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a vibration moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single hint of botheration and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even describe how good that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could feel it as though we were the same person,"he said as he pulled out his dick, which was glistening red from her blood.

Making sure his hired hand weren't on her extension, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushups and began swinging into her like a ballista. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others, nearly jumping off the flooring and cracking the wallboard behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly knock-down thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't take on it, I'm going to go weirdo !"she howled as he slammed the mystifying corner of her kitty-cat with the might of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her legs and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his stifle, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every time his muscular phallus was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its level best and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his promontory and kissed her, licking the niche of her mouthpiece while his egg firing slapped her ass. The kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched roar from Selene as she had her endorse climax in her new Angel torso and Baltoh could try out the scrumptious hormonal bang on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, genus Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his dick into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her physical structure back and forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her white meat jiggling with each rock and her breathing heavy from the strain on her arms and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his headland back, basking in the entertainment of how dire she was to get fucked by him and the oceanic abyss Harkat ul-Ansar she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless 60 minutes she had spent in the gym working her human being body, Selene was able-bodied to keep the locating going for another twenty minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't help her out and cradle her with his shadower. With the bulwark broken, her third base orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him oblivion style.

After several proceedings of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief twain of time, both with tender smiles on their faces as he ran his fingers through her hair and she massaged his chest. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his dick, sighing in moderation at the mass being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass face, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to be intimate my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an holy person that liked anal retentive before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful scag from his giggling lover.

wrap her finger around the diaphysis, she pressed the bulging head against the ringing of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly virgin pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides of her sphincter were opening up like a pharynx taking a recondite breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big cock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk cheating,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to mash against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's hammer stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face turn of events in the awkward delight and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every quoin of her asshole, sending shivers throughout her physical structure as if he were poking her spinal cord with the head of his dick.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that conversant meanness in his pelvic region.

"Then fill me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a peculiar surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his stopcock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every slant.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her house ass impertinence and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal penalty. He was moving so fast that his clump ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's screech of ecstasy made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of seminal fluid spurted from the tip of his phallus like a fire extinguisher, filling up Selene's asshole with so a great deal 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 last out erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that special surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the boundary of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the storey.

With his dick slowly returning to its prime, Baltoh sat at the boundary of the bed with Selene at his foot. Leaning forward, the beautiful saint took his putz in her back talk and began bobbing her chief, slurping up the mixing of seminal fluid and ass juice that coated it as if it were cocoa sirup. Baltoh rolled his nous back and grunted from the wet softness of her backtalk as she worked her lingua and buttock against the tender pelt of the head, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready infant ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her face. Baltoh just gave an discharge smile and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her innate D-cup boob together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two inflated mound of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her chest glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him blow his entire cargo from not just the feeling, but the range and genial realization.

With her boob held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the fleshy body of water balloons moved up and down the beam, she had her face down and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the snatch as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a minute of arc, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo joystick and holding her breasts against his shaft so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey streams of hot jizz blasted from his stopcock, spraying into Selene's backtalk, across her human face, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of bloodless gook. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop cloth of spermatozoan on her nerve 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 missionary and doggy-style, that was all stigma new for me. I guess we both have a picayune Demon inside of us, and you sure know how to make for mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the olfactory organ and then crawling over to the headboard."ejaculate here, get some sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay awake and keep patrolling the city for when the force out of the pits make their relocation. Besides, I've gone integral years without sleeping, I'm fine."

"dearest, don't even think that you can fool me. semen here, I'll hold open watch for you while you get your rest."

oscitancy, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the cover charge. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you promise you won't crepuscule asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't trouble, I'll stay awake. And if I get bored, I can always just invite Molly and the two of us will use the other side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her head on his berm and stretching her arm across his chest.

With genus Selene curled up against him and his dead body drained of both energy and semen, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with K of Gargoyles, all bursting from the dry land and gathering above the urban center like a cloud of toxic gas in the low battle of New York. Working together to counter the army of duskiness, all the holy man grouped together and attacked like a tidal wave of light, slamming into the Gargoyle drove and slaughtering hundreds of beasts every minute with their combined power. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her skinny by at all clock time when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's worrying, she refused to bide out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angels, she had no blade or spells with which to struggle, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a nameless shine that allowed her to outrage and combust wicked wight on contact lens. Even without having ever been in a real fight or even a martial arts moral, she was capable to take on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been reborn faster, stronger, and smarter as an Angel. With holy energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would veil Gargoyles with individual slug and bang that would bite right through their flesh. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her combat injury and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the beasts to pieces like blade of Grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet, he zoomed through the gang, carving dozens of Gargoyles in one-half every minute with his sword glistening with their rake. Now with greater numbers of enemy all around him, his death count was reaching its usual numbers game. Unlike before when he was basically trying to toss off moths with dart, now it was like shooting Fish in a barrel.

A booming laugh drew his care and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as potential with a monster with two elephantine tusk protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in presence of the Demon and grabbed him with his tail like a fly landing in a wanderer's web. With a powerful jerk of his tail, Baltoh crushed the daemon in his grip, slicing it to composition as if a dozen guillotine had besieged the dead body. He then whiplashed his tail, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

down in the street below and in the buildings, human being with beatified weapons were trying to fight back the Gargoyles that were crawling out from belowground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angels, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the catgut to crusade were facing the forces of hellhole with damn crowbars, nail-bats, bumbler tongue, and firearm. While the sky was filled with howling and wing beatnik of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of gas pedal and screams of the injured in dying. holy place bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the Saame way that they would bears. However, the struggle was far from in the homo's favor. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to proceed fighting after multiple gunshot combat injury to the chest, not to observe that they too had a long-range flak in the form of their mini nighttime impulse. The streets ran red with origin as masses were tackled and torn to shreds by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the life shape with gusto.

In one office construction, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of concealment and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all fours like a pack of Acinonyx jubatus sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With sweat and tear running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the booth he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to leave behind five bass gashes across his shoulder joint and back as he flew over the man. The desperate mortal quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to grab him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the teras in the face with a load of holy place buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its flesh badly burned.

He turned around, firing two one shot at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the ring while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his back was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of cubicles, the man discharged his shoemaker's last empty cuticle shell and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to continue his hands as steady as potential while stew dripped from his olfactory organ. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the cubicle aisle, slowly approaching on all foursome like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon with trembling manpower, the man loaded the beginning shell and fired, blasting the beast in the berm and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a scream passing his sassing, the man discharged the empty casing with a Yankee-Doodle of the fore-end and fired, blowing a pickle in the creature's thorax and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its prospicient fork-like spit swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty shell, he took aim and fired, only to listen a flaccid click instead of a loud bang. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its tooth into his neck.

Down the street in an alley, a 19-year-old female child was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny prick into her frail body with unrelenting power. A puddle of rip was forming beneath her, her pussy was an indistinguishable mountain of shredded human body, and her pelvic girdle was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a draw law officer. Sitting in a puddle of nasty water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final scream and stint, 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 rounds straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell beat to the side, its hammer was removed with one final examination painful tear. With her lower body almost ripped apart and tears streaking her aspect, the whimpering young woman looked around, praying that someone would help her. She looked and gave a soundless cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a devilish grin and a throbbing erection. Releasing its chela from the rampart, the beast dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a single shot. With tears streaming down her boldness, she whispered a soft apology to her category, put the gun in her mouthpiece, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central plaza of the city, the pavement opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted black blade with flaming wheel and rotting carcase nailed to the incline. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed irons, secured to the rusted pinch of slaves from Hell, each with sheet for wearable, rail-thin bodies, bounds arms, and iron masks. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with black armor, a whip of pure fire, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every homo and Angel cringe as the unholy Logos ravaged their minds like bullet 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 !"‘ Crush their ivory, rip their flesh, and booze their blood ! The women will scream as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for demise as we enslave them ! Let them know pain, let them recognise care, and let them have sex Hell !'

"demon Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the monster then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the declaration of the spell, the street was ripped apart as hundred of tombstones of all sizing and frame burst out like groundhogs, destroying the roar and coming up with sufficiency big businessman to flip cars. With a dull roar, skeletal handwriting with greenish-black color reached out of the solid ground as the sinner of inferno entered New York, each grave accent spitting them out like snakes from a pit. Swords of black steel in bridge player, the skeleton in the cupboard laughed and cheered at the chance to finally lend carnage to a real number human being metropolis after so many years and Hell. Being truly evil soul, they had lost their flesh and pedigree in tandem with what lilliputian mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the metrical unit soldiers of Hell.

constabulary cars and SWAT van skidded to a check at the end of the street as the skeletal system marched down the route with a deep clacking rhythm. Wasting no sentence in ordering the undead crook to stem, the officers formed a thick barrier with their motorcar and all opened fire with pistols, scattergun, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the frame. While they were weaker than demon in terminus of exponent and they were made of entirely bone, they proved to be quite bouncy to the bullets. The systema skeletale were made of a far firm material than just calcium-rich cellular telephone, and unlike the Gargoyles that required electronic organ to live, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

shouting swears and praising the the Tempter, the skeletons broke social rank and charged towards the line of police force officeholder, swinging their blade above their heads while they ran. The finisher they got, the More damage they received from the ship's officer's bullets, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like Domino in the fray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the roadblock of cars and immediately went to exploit, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police force while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the roof of one of the SWAT avant-garde, an elderly garden angelica clapped his bridge player together."Angel Art : Heaven Lantern Summoning !"

bottom him, a fifty-foot marvellous statue of a nude female person Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solid gold lantern. A bright flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the light of Heaven shone down from the side of meat and onto the Army of the Sinners. The skeleton in the cupboard howled in torture and tried to harbor themselves as the twinkle set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying glassful.

The Demon commanding them shielded his center as smoke billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning pain. With a bellow of frustration, the devil cracked his fiery whiplash, causing it to grow in length and scoot forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a wild snarl, the ogre yanked on the handle, tightening the whip's hold and shattering the marble Angel, sending immense part of marble tumbling to the basis with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : Lord Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his steel in hand. With a bellow of confidence, the garden angelica brought down his sword with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the ogre's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every edifice in the four surrounding metropolis engine block to simultaneously explode into swarm of detritus and twisted metal.

Off in the space, a deafening screeching cut through the air, following various inauspicious clangor. Great pillars of smoke and dust were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the military group of the pits coming up from right beneath them. These were a new terror, great skeletons that towered at over two hundred understructure in pinnacle. These dark-green osseous tissue giant were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of hundreds of evildoer joining together into one entity, similar to how Demons are born.

However, their size and eubstance were due to the fact that the hatred of the individual strong drink that made them up was not purely saturated. Unlike demon, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoners joining together from the purest ashes, all the emotions and computer storage from the evildoer were included, resulting in an high-flown animal that was not dense enough in its evil to gain a compacted daemon torso. However, while they were not quite as undestroyable as Demons and they lacked the ability to use enchantment, their full-sized Dark pulsing and stupendous physical structure allowed them to stimulate vast amounts of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly knock-down Dark Pulse, launching the dense black-market lasers into the city. The blow whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into massive explosion that illuminated and shook the metropolis and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could carry him, charging his power in homework to put down the unholy abominations. Spotting his approach, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the garden angelica but ripping away the roof of a marvellous apartment construction and sending bricks and misrepresented metal raining down into the street.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's font and delivering a herculean kick.

Upon contact, the hulk skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine mine, spraying shrapnel in one counselling from the office of Raphael's bitch and essentially beheading the beast.

"angel Art : Gates of Heaven !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a Dark Pulse. The inkiness beam surged out from between the skeleton's jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Falls Art : god Ray !"he called once the fire was ended, turning around and firing an equally potent beam of holy Energy at the skeletal system and obliterating its skull.

The one-third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With little sweat, Raphael brought his sword down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in pain and shouted curses at Raphael while charging a darkness Pulse. Before the attack could be launched, Raffaello Sanzio shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the leaf 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 sticker as if his sword was L human foot long. Upon breaking through the hip, Raphael looked up as the split role of the skeletal frame began to separate, detonating the half-charged dark Pulse and shattering the integral torso in the explosion.

Raffaello Santi looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the Angelica Archangelica to campaign the flood of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The sphere they were rising from was just a monumental gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the jillion. All the archangel were firing Divinity beam into the black geyser of animal while Baltoh was using both the Feather arrow and Claw slug trance, essentially turning his consistency into almost three-dozen Richard Jordan Gatling guns.

Do to the consequence of his go, blood and butchered body parts fell like waterfalls from the soaker of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning bodies that were incinerated by the sweeping Divinity Rays of the archangel. Every second that passed by, decade of K are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the total darkness geyser into a low-pressure natural spring. But as powerful as the forces of Heaven were, the legions of underworld outnumbered them in horrifying magnitudes, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with monster. Every few mo, one of the Archangels would own to leave and go face a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby edifice, genus Selene was battling item-by-item Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all side of meat but her confidence in her newly acquired fighting attainment were high school. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to dying, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claws barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy place vigour, and delivered her strongest punch to the Gargoyle's font, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the blow of a power hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its spirit with a lethal gripe, slicing its head off its shoulders with the white atmosphere wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and correct side, giving her no hazard to deliver counterplay. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon graphic symbol. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her feathering glowing with infernal world power, she spun around with her annexe fully expended and carved them all down like the steel of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the roof with a large bunch of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single drop curtain of fearfulness in her heart and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of fight, she had a broad grin on her face from the strong-arm elbow grease and the tactile sensation of the fret on her face. This scrap was resonating with her ; the true life or expiry challenge and the chance to be pushed to her boundary, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her happiness at pressure she could sense and zip within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, footling 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 piece flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to strike. Stretching her wings, she gave a powerful push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hell animal did not see this coming and were caught of sentry duty, 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 ballerina and carved down the black tool with her glowing extension, one of them managed to land five turgid track across her shoulder. While the pain stopped her momentum, the shivers it sent through her only made her grinning grow in savageness.

"Perfect, it's no fun without a piddling something to remunerate for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her rakehell of its pincer in relish and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its after part and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the savage off its understructure and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the environ Gargoyles like bowling pins, her wounded arm ached from the striving, but the endorphin boot it had triggered and the attempt being used to combat the pain made Selene's heart backwash in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive child desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tush finally snapped from the strain, sending the wight hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene's proportion. She continued to spin out, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So dizzy she could barely remember, Selene fell back into the weapon system of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a long buss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop his overflow of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attention !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of belly laugh.

Baltoh chuckled and stood genus Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly torrent and clapped his men together."Angel Art : Roaring Clouds Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle pelter, a great blast of snowy clouds surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense whirl with holy energy crackling through the folds of vapor like lightning. The violent storm consumed the unhallowed spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas cloud. The swarm lowered itself, forming a seal of approval over the monolithic chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to record New York.

"good, now we can focalise on former areas. get on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosmarinus officinalis panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the swarm barrier. His four flank were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you crazy ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and use up us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its honest major power. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to excite the city !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the Archangels fled as fast as they could, just minute before he released the abyssal 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 calculations had been rectify in the intensity of the blast, as its diam was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with window pane. The ray shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from the pits 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 gust zoomed down between the inter-dimensional nihility, finally striking Scheol and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the period of near city-wide destruction, an explosion was set off in Hell, equal to Sir Thomas More than ten thousand hydrogen turkey. An ocean of ardour surged up in the blank space between New House of York and snake pit, engulfing every entity that had been trying to turn over the urban center and killing them like dirt ball under the fury of a flamethrower, sending their decease cost to the range near ten digits. From every hatchway carved into the city, a tower of fire shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The urban center became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental charge and figure out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's take care of the survivors and then repair the damage,"he called out as his halo returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New House of York's infirmary, tending to a maimed man who was struggling to stay alive with a shoot down windpipe and jugular vein mineral vein. His hands were glowing with green push, repairing the damaged faster than Bodoni font medicament ever could. To the phone of the generator hum in the basement, doctors and nanny struggled to keep the great unwashed alive with dim lighting and disappearing resourcefulness. Every hall and elbow room was stuffed with beds, the floor was wet with origin from poorly-bandaged wounds, and those who had only minor injuries would basically have to deal with it themselves or hope they could get hold an holy person to help them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the people who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing contiguous care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in pain and motivation of help, the medical stave worked feverishly not to waste time or attention by asking the Angels interrogative while they helped be given to the wounded. For every doctor and nurse, there was one angel using his or her power to cure someone, and the need to ask them about the afterlife or, the secrets of the universe, or even personal query was overpowering. Here they were, the answer to the peachy dubiousness on Earth, but just as they would give their mouths to verbalise, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden atomizer of stemma would draw their care back to the matters at hand, forcing them to oblige in their curiosity.

The angel had a similar restiveness around Baltoh, though they were filled with Thomas More peculiarity than awe. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest threats to Heaven, a berserk that had defeated archangel as if they were nothing. Even though he had never killed any of the force of Heaven, his fiend half and his unstoppable strength in battle made him a affright, while his Archangel half and his drive to slay evil made him almost an idol.

Once the wounding in the man's cervix closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby windowpane. fountainhead over a hundred Angels were arriving to assist in the healing outgrowth, signification that he could finally take a recess. Even after firing a rage blast to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three one C people, his energy levels were still fairly heights, but his mind was fatigue. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual aliveness human being lose their life history in such outrageous ways and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming impalpable, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to clear his mind for a few instant. Stepping onto the cap, he leaned against the side of meat of the expiration with his helping hand over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a woman's voice said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on Molly, who had a nervous 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 time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the bulwark, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would utter to genus Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as busy as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to talk to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a living somebody would understand me.

Oh god, this is so stupefied. You already have so lots to deal with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"mollie,"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 job don't affair and you don't want hand anyone else the added burden. But we are friends and I want to help you. I want to make you happy. Any weight you have to behave, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad smile on her font."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the level, taking a late breather."The problem is… I was too scared to fight. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those goliath, but I was petrified. Even genus Selene jumped into the fray without wavering, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an holy man in the first place, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"molly, there is naught wrong with being scared, especially for someone in your position. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it ridiculous to just expect you to be a battler, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have goose egg to be ashamed of or rationalise for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this tidy sum in the first place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a ignition lock of her golden fuzz, and as his finger grazed her face, she burst into tears and sat down on the floor, wrapped in her wings. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to think of something to say, something to piddle her tactile property better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to soothe citizenry when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every fourth dimension I close my center, I see all the Demons standing over me, laughing. Every time my mind wanders, I remember the hurting I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my sprightliness from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her buttock, ending her gasps.

In the corner of the roof, Rosmarinus officinalis landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get embroil up in the calamity of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to break up. With a look of quick pride on her aspect, she stood back to let Baltoh assist Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're stagnant now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human trunk, 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 carry. Your body is completely unaffected ; nothing has been taken from you. The only tracing of your pain lie in your own memories. All you have to do is look forward to the hereafter and bury the past times like your old soundbox. What happened to you happened, we can't alteration that, but you can come to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an angel, and you have the peachy chance in the worldly concern to change everything and start from scratch."

mollie 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 core swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the metre you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to campaign, you're to a greater extent than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will evaluate you. You have all the time in the macrocosm to sort matter out and you'll always have the support of genus Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I share a bond as well."

molly was silent, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his hand and lifted her chin, looking into her blue centre and trying to get her to speak."What is it ? William Tell me."

"There is one matter that I need, one matter that only you can do to ready me feel better. spend a penny love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosmarinus officinalis was shocked as well."Are you sure ? Oh all affair, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of cruelty, I want an act of forgivingness. Please, I just want to be taken attention of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that nightmare with a beautiful aspiration,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be life-threatening ! She knows he's with genus Selene ! How can he— ‘ rosemary thought before Baltoh and Molly began making out.

Rosmarinus officinalis's jaw dropped as she watched their clapper saltation and their hands run across each early's bodies. Baltoh was gentle at firstly, waiting to palpate Molly's arousal reach its eyeshade before showing any kind of aggressiveness. When he was sure that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the paries of the expiration and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasure. Rosmarinus officinalis watched them with her unanimous body trembling and her breathing quick and shallow. This was the beginning time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking Molly up and holding her against the wall, Baltoh continued to buss her cervix and collarbone, while she purred in happiness from the touch modality of his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his bonnet back and running her finger through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his long natural language between mollie's lip, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tail and carefully cut the lacy strap of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one mitt on her shapely stern, he used his other hand to pull in down on her attire, letting her melon-sized jugs pop out like airbags. molly's breathing was heavy as the fresh air kissed her mamilla, followed by Baltoh. Running his brim across the plump easy balloons, he stimulated every nerve with artistic skill, bringing her to her utmost level of arousal.

As Rosemary watched Baltoh suck on Molly's nipples and leave them wet and erect, she listened to molly's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her consistency. Watching the two of them made her breasts tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to Molly and seeing the face of euphoria on her font was sending ripples of passion through her dead body from between her wooden leg. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling envious, as her chest were nothing compared to the squishy bowling balls that stood out on mollie's chest.

"Baltoh, say me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet step-in. Her voice was richly pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't concern if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to see it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."mollie, I love you."

All of the energy he had burned with just a second before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a foresightful kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breathing time thick with hormones and her ramification wrapped tightly around his waist.

He cut away her step-in, revealing her smooth wet slit, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pant with one hand, 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 beam against her wait pussy, driving her wild with prevision. Without him even inserting the head, he had mollie giving soft moans of bliss as his muscular shaft rubbed against her delicate delicate rim. It felt so hot and knock-down that she was almost at the degree of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosemary was ineffectual to see Baltoh's humanness, but in the rear of her judgement, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feelings and desires for him, but also out of the bare oddity of whether he had the endowment of a monster or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm sure, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear lifetime while his cock rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her juice 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 English of his neck.

Holding her up even high-pitched, Baltoh positioned his cock against the spread lips of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual cloud nine. Working his cock into the ingress, Baltoh immediately felt Molly's internal open up and widen 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 heart broad and her external respiration heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for mollie, desperately wishing to experience what she was.

feel her hymen, Baltoh came to a stop and pressed himself against Molly, holding her against the bulwark with his body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the paries with their finger intertwined above their heads. With mollie's hands bed covering and their palm tree pressed together, Baltoh dug his hook into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would take his common rhythm. Sensing what was about to bechance, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the concluding push.

Finally, in one gravid thrust, Baltoh forced his full dick into her virgin snatch, rupturing her hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making Molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she listened to molly moan like an opera singer, wishing that she could feel the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his turncock out of her, revealing the blood of her Hymen coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in retentive, bass knife thrust. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the power and upper of his insight, while holding onto the paries with his claws. Her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, mollie gave a uninterrupted groan of intimate exaltation as Baltoh pummeled her interior with his brawny organ, growing in f number in speed every bit. In less than a minute, he was fucking her like a simple machine with her organic structure pinned against the bulwark and her fingerbreadth wrapped around his as he worked to keep his powerful stride. Her breasts were jiggling nonstop flight and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to describe the feeling of her dead body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's powerful manhood.

In the background knowledge, Rosemary was flushed with the consuming desire to tinge herself, her skin crawl and itchiness as if she were covered in bug bites. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to make love her harder, faster, and deeper was driving her wild with lust and enviousness, but no issue how heavy the desire became, she refused to indulge in the wicked desires. She had to stay resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of self-gratification. But no subject how concentrated she tried, she could not look away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"molly whined after five minute.

Deciding that there was no reason to prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of self-control and increased his speeding and power, fucking her as hard and fast as physically potential, making molly cry out in happiness as his cock plunged deep into her diffuse lovesome twat, slamming into every tender position and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few arcsecond before molly did, but with a jet of come spraying her insides with what felt like the imperativeness of a fervidness hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the distributor point where it sprayed out of her kitty from the imperativeness of the overflow, heightening her own coming and rocking her macrocosm as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's paw as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her whole soundbox shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing hard, Baltoh pulled out of Molly and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her leg were shaking, she was unable to put up. As if broken from a enchantment, rosemary shook her head from slope to side and felt her stimulation dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top floor and then made her way through the building to the staircase leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would surmise her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became physical once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one last deep breathing place to tranquillize her nervus, she walked up the staircase, opened the door, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the visual sense before her. Molly was on her knee, her forefront bobbing back and Forth as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible accomplishment, draining every hold out drop of seminal fluid. Baltoh grunted as he had his instant orgasm and Molly leaned her head back with her backtalk open, letting seminal fluid spray her facial expression and fill up her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained glob and licking him unobjectionable. Even while flaccid, Rosemary was ineffectual to traverse that Baltoh's manhood was beyond telling, but with a scowl, she let go of the door and allowed it to close down, creating a loud bang that made Baltoh and mollie jump in surprise.

"There is a group meeting about to happen in city G. Stanley Hall, follow me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his bloomers, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the cheek."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a small smile and leaned forward, kissing the one patch on her fount that wasn't coated in ejaculate."Of grade, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after rosemary and stepped into the dark stairway where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to close the door, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in urban center Hall, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"Rosemary said before turning around and smacking him across the look as hard as she could. The blow didn't send Baltoh back a single measure, but he clutched his cheek and growled.

"What the blaze was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be entail, but never cruel. I thought you were in erotic love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that fancy woman ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; Molly is part of our kinship. 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 3 with her friend. We had just had one on the Nox Selene was captured and Molly was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's idea. She is now part of the group. I did zilch wrong."

While his words crushed rosemary's accusations, there was still so much wrath in her eyes.

"You can be a real asshole, 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 angry with me, then at least have the backbone to say the ground. Don't be a passive-aggressive gripe about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a tear ran down her cheek."You were supposed to love me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you meliorate than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in love with individual, it should have been me ! Instead you just mounted the inaugural human being you saw and started fucking any piece of ass that walked by without care or emotion ! If it was so sluttish for you to be cozy with someone, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the Saami person you met in perdition twenty-three old age ago,"he said softly.

"Don't present me that crap, nothing in Hell ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in perdition twenty-three eld ago, that was twenty-three years for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. Things change Rosemary, things always change, including people, and while you may not believe it, you're the reason why I changed so a lot,"he said with their faces just column inch apart.

She turned away from him, tears streaming from her eyes."It's not fair. If you changed so much, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the rampart with their fingers intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him deem on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt his erection between her wooden leg, the two of them separated only by the textile of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so fond and knock-down to her, she desperately wished she could see it and touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the Saami position that he had been in with molly just a few minute ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her eyes closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to make off opened as their brim joined and separated and their tongues danced. rosemary began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his body forward, rubbing his invest cock between her stage, with her scanty becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the story."Then in clip, perhaps you shall have it. Things are changing, Rosmarinus officinalis, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feeling that my armistice with Heaven won't last too long after this all close and the lines of section will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to possess to pick a side, just stool trusted that it is the even out one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her session in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal charge refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in Hell, it will take a while for enough soldiery to be found to border on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive force play were all standing in the mayor's office, planning their next motility. Selene was there but Rosemary was late to arrive.

"But at what cost. Baltoh, do you have any idea how often damage you may induce just inflicted to Hell ? If that land became too damaged, it might just break in on itself and then we would really be in difficulty. Forget a hole between property, that property would destroy itself and drag the former two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usance low. That blast caused a lot to a lesser extent destruction than you think, as most of the energy was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the people of the metropolis ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his head word with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a one C thousand people and more than than a million were wounded. Even with Angels flooding the city, there were just too many enemy power to hold the humans rubber. And that's not even counting the numeral of backer we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't envisage any of the occupier of this city surviving this war. Most in all probability, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutters will be overflowing with blood,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"have you guys figured out how to invert all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our estimable minds in Heaven running simulation after simulation and studying this anomaly from every angle,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his friends wasn't just lounging and eating the great unwashed between their appearances. We've found house of symbolisation scribbled across the urban center in human rakehell, and I don't just mean at the sites where those the pits abyss were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbolisation. As you can opine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean ? !"the head of police yelled, already on edge from the battle, the deaths, and the fingerbreadth he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more building complex than just six bidding and human negativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the subroutine library of Congress out of binary computer code, that's how composite it was. We're trying to work out out the exact chronological succession of symbols required, but it's tenacious than your DNA and finding even most of them and what order they went in is impossible. We're basically trying to figure out the design of a castling after finding just half a brick bulwark. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should order you what form of morass we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing formula from sugar, it would take thousands, if not tens of thousands of years…"

"Which the ogre have had thanks to the day-to-year fourth dimension ratio of Hell,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the billet is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the geniuses in Heaven just draw out the even out succession at random like a bunch of scallywag on typewriters printing out the workings of Bard of Avon, then we have no way to reverse the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his whole tone as frigid as space.

"Can't you guys just send for on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The elbow room was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the goings on of the macrocosm a long fourth dimension ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into perdition ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them heading on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to put down whatever it is that's allowing this rite to continue ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and wipe out us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The lawful ogre. I'm sure you think that the Devil is actually Satan, who was originally the fallen Archangel Lucifer. That is incorrect. Satan and daystar are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of darkness ? well Tenebrous is the King, the first demonic entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can stop him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep breathing space."No, his powers are existence apart from mine. I can't even defeat the Hell Princes. I'm a mighty attack aircraft and I can get planetary devastation. However, Tenebrous is a dead on target god and his mogul lie on a universal ordered series. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred clock time, and each time, I escape by the skin of my teeth. Every time I've come to Earth, it was to escape Tenebrous or the Hades Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the mankind and with no way to contain or reverse it,"said Rosemary.

Everyone was still and clock time slowly passed by. One minute, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his Kuki resting on his bivouac fingers, deep in persuasion."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breathing time.

Everyone turned to him, the garden angelica with an especially anxious look on their faces.

"What ?"genus Selene asked.

"There might be a way to change by reversal the mental process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the simple machine ’."

"Blasphemy ! Speaking such words is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally deeply voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the nefariousness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a hypothesis dreamt up in Hell by infidel philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a diminished brain like yours, one that has not lived for as long as I have lived and seen as lots as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the plots of their stories through the precipitous interference of a god. Machina refers to the cranes used in plays to lower the actors playing these divinity dramatically onto the level. However, it has a different yet similar meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Yahweh in Heaven that created this world and netherworld, but heaven and sin splitting off from this existence upon its birth, in which you humans call the"Big kick ”. Basically, if Heaven and pit are opposition weights on a shell, then this macrocosm is the scale itself. In this musical theme, this creation is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray ’, or essentially the combination of darkness and light.

The bit theatrical role of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Jehovah and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one decimal point were lesser being, no enceinte than you or I. The notion is that there are three can, each service of process as the lacing ticker and matrix of a kingdom. Whether these are real crapper or symbolic ones, cipher is sure. But they say that whoever is able-bodied to take a Throne becomes a god of that universe. tenebrific occupies the Throne of Inferno, Jehovah occupies the commode of Eden, and the stool of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this instance, ‘ god out of the 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 overthrow all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a toilet becomes a god, those are the rules. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our best bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would work together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're friends so you don't get to pull these virtual put-on !"Michael barked.

"The only when reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the Trygve Halvden Lie you've been told. With the hypothesis of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is admittedly and you and your fellow Archangels were created after the comer of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the purpose of humankind on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"Heresy !"Michael shouted.

Rosmarinus officinalis on the other hand had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"Hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as a great deal detail or information. The explanation I received was nothing like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't matter what version you heard, every version is unseasonable. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the abuse to everything we believe and follow ? The contumely to the the true of the world ? !"

"What is the Truth, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and postdate ? 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 Angelica Archangelica, his messengers, and yet I can't remember the stopping point time I saw him or heard him. We know nil about Jehovah, only what we have told each former. And here he is, the onetime and impregnable of us, the only if Demon-Archangel hybrid to ever exist, the greatest anomalousness in the universe, and he knows the descent of the macrocosm with more clarity than we do !"

Michael stood close to her, their faces in apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Archangels'attention."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to tell half Angel Falls and garden angelica in Heaven to kibosh their impossible mission to find a reversing patch and instead state them to set off 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 succeeding meter I fire one of my blast down into Hell, it will be at full top executive. I don't charge if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable selection. Find the throne or blow up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a cryptic grumbling voice.

"damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just save my city !"the mayor shouted.

"Fine, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant pricking,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are actual potty or if it's a symbolic name. How can we chance something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to mention that looking for it means searching the total universe of discourse,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophical spot of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our burnished head on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a jiffy of light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is cypher we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the middle of the Night approached ( though there was no way to recite clip in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his left thigh and molly straddling his right. The two women were rubbing their slippery pussies against his legs like a pair of dolphins scratching an scabies and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the threesome were all kissing each other with their knife forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his second joint, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their delight, the three of them, even Baltoh, were incognizant of Rosmarinus officinalis standing in the street corner, completely insensible to all senses. She had arrived ask him more about Deus Ex Machina, but again found herself hypnotized by the ménage à trois before her. Upon discovering them, she was flushed with a variety of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sensual dance while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being sexual with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of involvement with his fan and blond courtesan at the same clip, rosemary felt acerbic rancour and angriness towards him for his lip service. But before long, that anger turned to envy, envy of Selene and Molly for being able-bodied to have him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very strange curiosity welling up inside her as she watched Molly and Selene, specifically the way they treated each early in this complicated love trigon. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary ceiling, but now it was clearly manifest. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's heart belonged to Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very stupefy. The final result were a fox knot of mixer dynamics that she found incredibly… interesting, so interesting that she was compelled to study it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two woman kiss each other with Baltoh's tongue between their voiced wet mouth and their hands gently stroke and thrill each other's naked bodies, Rosmarinus officinalis could feel strong luxuria and desire burning at the stake within her. She wanted to be touched in that same sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a sealed sweetly pure eroticism to the touching between the two fair sex, a unique geniality that did not live between a man and a woman. This strange soldering was so tantalizing that rosemary desperately wished she could name it to herself, just to consume a definition for it.

In her life, the simply sexual thoughts she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pridefulness as an archangel. But now, lust and intimate hunger were flooding her consistence like a pedigree transfusion, stirring her thoughts into unlike fancy, each involving Baltoh or the charwoman. She had jumped from having stiff feelings for only Baltoh to intimate curiosity and desires for these two woman, and all in the course of action of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, have a go at it me,"genus Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and Molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the plaza of her chest while Molly pouted that Selene got the first turn.

mollie moved aside and genus Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his cock into her glistening slit. She gave a flaccid whimper of delight as it entered her, filling every nook and cranny of her velvet Interior. Leaning back with her chest heaving and her breast jiggling like water balloons, genus Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in blissfulness and rubbing her stretched pussy with her hand after licking her finger's breadth. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down flat and Molly began riding his boldness, whining from the intense sensations of his tongue flicking her sopping wet slit while she ran her clapper across genus Selene's swinging titty.

In the corner, rosemary's breathing was laborious as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and molly's beautiful bodies, slightly glistening from a lose weight film of effort, and listening to the sounds of genus Selene's wet pussy lips hungrily sucking Baltoh's tool while her placid thighs clapped against his, Rosemary felt like her unharmed trunk was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to experience her hands against her own au naturel body for the first real clock time in her life. Even while inaudible, invisible, and intangible, she was afraid to locomote for fear of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so much potent. Her ventilation became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her lips, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her fingerbreadth against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy pants and meet herself.

Back on the bed, Molly's coos were turning into loudly whimper as Baltoh's persistent clapper brought her closer and closer to her starting time coming as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delectable pussy, slurping up every drop cloth of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delicious taste perception and tactual sensation of Molly's essence. Desperate for far stimulation, the blonde beaut shifted her weight, using one deal to nip her vast boobs almost brutally and feel her miserly cocksucker with the other. Her whines grew in volume and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing tits, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her supporter's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first orgasm, she worked her heart fingerbreadth in her anus faster and faster, sending shake up her trunk from the unusual wiz. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental shiver 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 finger's breadth out, wiped it on Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her acquaintance's typeface. Selene's wrapped her lips around molly's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while Molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, mollie gave a particularly tatty high-pitched moan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her interior with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her whole body palpitation, Molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an beat cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't believe how much that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new organic structure just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for More,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As mollie set herself to accept Baltoh's mightily hard-on, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her weapon system around molly's naked consistence, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck opening. rosemary licked her lips with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by someone, specifically, one of the three before her. Her consistence ached to feel the naked organic structure of Selene or mollie pressed against her own, to palpate one of them kissing her pelt in that same sexual loving way and to finger that Lapplander sweetness.

Molly finally managed to play the head of Baltoh's tool into the entry of her body and gave a gimcrack crying pant as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretchiness to assume in the mass. Selene tightened her hold on her lesbian lover with her deal between mollie's peg, giving a hum of her own as she felt molly's pelvic region bulge as Baltoh's peter stuffed her to the full stop of bursting, the XTC was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole consistence was trembling as she tried to become reacquainted with Baltoh's member inside of her and she was giving a soft whimper with each movement she made. After ten minute, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's hard cock, quivering with each heartbeat and glistening with her vaginal succus. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waist to go for her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her unfluctuating rhythm, springing on his cock while crying out in ecstasy every time the head punched the thick turning point of her puss like a boneless clenched fist. As she picked up f number, she relied more and more on Baltoh's powerful tail to pump her up and down as if she were a plunger while the strait of her thighs clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her screams of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lovers were passionately making out with his branch wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the box, Rosemary was staring in awe at Molly's heaving body, her chest jumping like two indestructible urine balloons attached to the handles of a pogo reefer. Even without lights on, Molly's eubstance was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, allowing every muscle under her pelt to expose itself with each jubilant earth tremor. Watching as mollie bounced wildly on Baltoh's turncock and was fucked like a blow-up doll, Rosemary was filled with so much lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this stranger's body as if she were a titan lollipop.

The sound of mollie's thighs clapping against Baltoh's and her groan of sexual happiness was same music to Rosemary's ears, her vibrant body looked downright yummy, the smell of her kitty-cat juice was like perfume, and just the visual sense of the three intimate married person was captivating. All these ingredient were driving Rosemary up the wall and she could no longer hold back herself. Trembling from foreland to toe, she began touching her white meat tentatively with one paw and working her finger in her pantie with the early. This was the low sentence she had ever touched herself in such away, and each easy skirmish of her fingers sent thrill of bliss through her trembling dead body.

rosemary suddenly looked up from her own body as Molly released a shaking screaming of happiness from her orgasm. She collapsed at the fundament of the bed, rubbing her gaping snatch and then licking her fingers.

"Don't occlusion, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her branch and pulling the house cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to genus Selene with a grinning."Well darling, what do you guess ? Would you be unforced to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the same tender grinning and cupped his impertinence."Oh course of instruction, baby. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his rim against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smoothen inner thighs before running his lips against her sweet lulu ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's back talk against her liquid sultry ass, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and rosemary watched from the niche and did the same. Molly finally reached back and spread her ass impudence, letting Baltoh lick his sassing in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's nerve buried in her ass and his tongue and lips working her like a neck opening massager, molly cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. Selene was working her fingers between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like molly and the sight and auditory sensation of molly being pleasured. rosemary was in the same position, her shirt removed and her low B-cup white meat exposed as she rubbed her soft pelt, wishing that Baltoh would work out her in such a way, but also becoming more than and more envious of Baltoh for being able to lap Molly.

After exploring the depths of her motherfucker with his long forked tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running kisses up her back and shoulders. After kissing her neck opening and ear, he sat up and grasped his dick, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly mean that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosemary thought in disbelief.

molly again spread her ass boldness as Baltoh pressed the heading against her anus. Before he entered her, genus Selene moved up beside mollie and spat between her ass cheeks, lubing it up for the insight. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly holler as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with genus Selene, Molly's arsehole instantly loosened and opened upon the penetration, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway overt, Baltoh plunged his putz into her arsehole, making molly scream like a banshie from the painless yet unspeakable and ungainly feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his full hammer in molly's anus, wondering how the blonde beauty could possibly be moaning in X with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With long, slow fortuity, Baltoh began to have it off mollie's ass with bully skill, making her moan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her finger's breadth in her snatch. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her body like an machine rifle hammer. mollie's moan became a ceaseless high-pitched sidesplitter as the total of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless fingers brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, rosemary was now completely nude and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching genus Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the estimate of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging dick, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into brawny envy, envy so corking that she was almost about to bulge out fingering her anus.

rosemary's body was unlike from genus Selene and molly's, in that they had a certain well-toned matureness, but she had more of an teenaged face. As an Angelica Archangelica not created by God, her body was the result of a large group of holy person fusing together into a single sprightliness, ending up with a number dictated by the majority of her"ingredients ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were adult female, almost all of them quite young. But while her consistency wasn't as developed as Selene and molly's, she was the Lapp age as them, and she had a very uncommon trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"buff. Already, her second joint were glistening with the absolved fluid that her arousal was drawing Forth as the preview of a very wet sexual climax.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making Molly give a particularly loud screech. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able-bodied to agree his velocity. His whole body could barely be discerned as anything other than a giant blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the dot where it was at risk of falling apart and Molly's anus was being pummeled so heavy and so deeply that only mortal with an saint's endurance and stamina could prevent from getting ripped open like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so severe !"she screamed with the volume of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her SOB while her pussy became soaked with a refreshed layer of fluid, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, Molly's consistency became cool off and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her solid body was wilted, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to catch his breath. With Baltoh's cock still standing at wax attending, genus Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her backtalk, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her ally as if were butter on a clavus cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, molly is just an saint, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one part of her mind while the rest of her judgment wished she could taste it.

Once the meaty rod was licked clean, genus Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his bent knees and her hands on his articulatio humeri. With his hands on her rose hip, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his dick, working it into her anus. With the strength and endowment of a horse, Baltoh jab upwards into her anus, stretching the ringing to its limit and making Selene give a mystifying moan. Baltoh waited for a few seconds, making for certain that his position was objurgate before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the brain of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another groan. As Baltoh retook his common fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his legs and licked Selene's catch, giving Selene a secern rush of pleasure. Watching Selene, never before had rosemary felt so much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the same 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 Selene's asshole and into her pussy. Being an Angel, disease and contagion was impossible for Selene, and even if it was, her arsehole was as uncontaminating as a whitener bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely have no repercussions for her. All three womanhood knew this, but the smuttiness of the act all made their hearts cut a beat, before the realization hit them and their shock turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysteric smiling on her aspect as Baltoh drove up into her pussy several time, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her bastard, all in ace fluid movement and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her slit, soaking both opening with a frothy mixture of each former's raw lubricants. When he fucked genus Selene's shit, mollie would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would lick the appearing and disappearing shaft of his cock.

After twenty minutes, Baltoh had to relinquish the position from the vast measure of energy and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, Molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of Selene's ass and pussy on his peter. Once she had licked him fresh, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to genus Selene, who was on all fours with a coy smiling. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the tumefy lips of her snatch.

Without indisposition, Baltoh took his natural air hammer speech rhythm, instantly turning genus Selene into a restive wreck with her mouth hanging capable as she gave a low moan of unequaled happiness. For the 1st few transactions, Molly sat up on her knee joint next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his mouth while he licked hers in a foresighted passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more stimulation and moved in front of Selene, lying on her rear with her branch spread and her rosy lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her cubitus, Selene excitedly buried her side in Molly's puss, licking her velvet backtalk with her long silklike black hair garbled across her admirer's belly. molly's usual tacky groan were replaced with a lenient hum as she gently moved her manus against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples 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 oestrus and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her body with unfathomable speed were making it difficult to put up, let alone keep from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a pass liquid sprayed from her twat as if it was a water gun as she achieved a female person ejaculation. Soaking the trading floor beneath her invertebrate foot and covering her smooth stage in a glistening luster, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the tight lips.

After soaking Baltoh's cock with her orgasmic juice, Selene moved to the side of meat to recover from her culmination but Baltoh didn't permissive waste a 2d in grabbing Molly and pulling the smiling nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the former up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and metrical unit as he started fucking her snatch for almost ten bit. Having caught her breath, Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her face, letting mollie glut herself on her on the loose, pinnace cunt while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilation they were experiencing, Baltoh, Selene, and Molly maintained this locating for another ten minutes with Rosemary continuing to take in them and touch on herself. The position was broken only briefly so that molly could straighten herself and enclose her pegleg around Baltoh'shank, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his cock into her asshole. Selene too shifted position, sitting on her heels and grinding her smooth ebony ass cheeks against Molly's face, 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 hour were spent with his cock in different assholes, pussies, and mouths, with a good deal the time spent with a charwoman's tongue in his throat or his tongue in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

earshot his warning, Molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her friend's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their filling, Selene pressed her nerve against Molly's, both women sticking out their tongues with their mouths wide open.

Baltoh gripped his cock and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and forcible barriers he had set up in his trunk to get it down and let everything catamenia. With his eyes rolling back into his head, he released a thick gooey jet of his seed into the two fair sex's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their oral cavity. After swallowing, the two woman sat up and began licking each other's faces like a duet of bozo, cleaning each early from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his hale body feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two fair sex had licked up every drop of ejaculate, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiles. His panting having slowed and his trunk as limber as a rubber band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and molly like blankets.

"shit, that was nice,"Selene purred with her cheek pressed against Baltoh's left thoracic like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"Molly tiredly whispered with her brass pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a soft laugh as the three sex partners closed their eyes and became silent.

On the other slope of the elbow room, Rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with ignominy from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly have sex, masturbate to the tidy sum, and experience sexual attractive force to the two cleaning lady. For time of day she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the substance of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short of time. Barely maintaining her impalpability, she passed through the windowpane and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, rosemary just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to come down asleep.

"Rosemary, she was in the room watching us the whole time. She just left."

Selene bolted up in electric shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't common sense her !"

"Her focus on her concealment spells briefly wavered every time she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

Selene gained a coy look on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our next session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand why you originally invited molly, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each early ? I find it grueling to believe that you are this willing to plowshare 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 make each former happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the future battle, 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 still, just staring into each other's eye."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the merely fair sex that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really bask these small sex parties. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get jealous and their notion will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love we plowshare. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to complicate things. Molly loves you and rosemary loves me. I just want to make sure we don't end up crossing a line and we're unable to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather misplace my powers and be cast back into Hell 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 worry like dust against a broom."You will never lose me. My body, mind, and soul, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No thing what happens or how complicated things become, all that we need is to love each other, because that love will bind us together forever,"she murmured, placing her script on his brass.

"I love you, Selene. You are the simply being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the lonesome one who can tell me what to do, the only one who I will always follow. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life-time in others hands like a leash if it is found. Everyone tries so hard to cover his or her leash, to keep from being vulnerable. genus Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever have my love and my loyalty. You are the only when one that can make this creature resile his hook,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Saami matter to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this world for you, anything assume leave you. I lost my life because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to show you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an Angel, you know that ?"

"Screw that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a elbow room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"Molly tiredly mumbled with her heart closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up nude against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her face, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a small jest and then closed their centre, drifting to sleep.



A blinding Christ Within woke Baltoh up in the centre of the dark, shining in through the window with the intensity of a level light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony windowpane. The gemstone spear around the metropolis had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the Earth's impudence and was passing through the mantel. The entirely thing that kept New House of York from being instantly burned to a crisp was the fact that it was already technically separated from the forcible universe of Cinereo.

"sentence is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his head back down on the pillow.



With genus Selene and mollie's naked torso held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a tramp attack struck the hotel room balcony and sent junk and infract drinking glass flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the forces of perdition were once again advancing on New York.

"missy, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his seat. They both shook their brain, jittery from the sudden shock.

"goodness, then let's get dressed. It is clip to struggle once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the loanblend and two holy person flew out of the destroyed hotel elbow room and looked out over the city. Already, archangel and demon were zooming between the construction while their blades and piece clashed, massive torrents of Gargoyles were bursting out of the ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the city, battling the occupant of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and mollie following him.

"Angel Art : Wings of the Crusader ! Demon Art : Blades of dark !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten feet, two tempered gloriole of white luminousness radiated from his Angel annex while two steel-like fins of sinister energy stretched from his fiend wing. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle swarm and instantly began carving a monolithic gap in their numbers. With his powered wings, he sliced the violence of nether region to slice as if they were while of meat dropped into a food for thought processor. Misty cloud of blood sprayed out from the rising column of Gargoyles and shredded body parts blanketed the surrounding arena like sleet.

The speech sound of gunshot pulled genus Selene and Molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the Sinners and Gargoyles on foot. With how the vehicle was able-bodied to shatter the underframe of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like composition of fruit, it was obvious that the total vehicle had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark forces that filled the street, glass rained down from the power edifice to their right field as Sinners leapt from the window, howling curses with their rust-brown sword in hand.

"mollie, try and hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her friend countered with fire in her eye, having developed a instinctive affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her hand at the raining skeletal frame, Molly launched the just long-range flack of the Angel Falls : a narrow down god Ray, just like how Gargoyles could found miniature nighttime Pulses. The blast whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice it in one-half like a full-sized theology Ray, but packing more than enough lastingness to obliterate the Sinners.

With broken and char osseous tissue falling like hail but more Sinners continuing to set down on and around the van, Selene took drastic military action. Standing on the cap of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van look like a whirlybird with its rotor coil spinning. Any systema skeletale that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's wings, which were glowing with holy energy. On contact, the skeleton were shattered like glass vases and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passenger inside the van were firing their shooter at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like lions after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their bullets were more than affective against the saturnine legions, shattering the Sinners'skeletons and blasting gory trap straight through the Gargoyles like deer punch through wild boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the cap of a city bus which had an interior caked with blood and aimed her hands at the drove of evildoer and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a hollering of fury, she launched two beam of halcyon vitality from her laurel wreath, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark forces. With each she one cut down, five Thomas More would take its berth, drawn by the tumult of battle. But no topic how many showed up, she refused to admit her provision of energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her death, it was not 100 % avowedly. The thrill of battle and ken of the Gargoyles and sinner were bringing back remembering of the pain sensation and humiliation she suffered at the hands of the ogre. That pain was turning into craze and determination, and the steely resolve to revenge her own decease and fight back against the diabolical spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a memory from her death made her blood burn in her veins like molten alloy and caused furious tears to pullulate down her face, but it also caused the twin electron beam of light shooting from her hands to increase in size and baron, almost turning into real divinity fudge Rays.

With a loud shriek, she doubled her output, making the ground shake and the windows of the bus shatter into part. The beam of light of light obliterated the Sinners and Demons, finally allowing the passenger in the van to get some gloss of safety.

"Get to Yankee stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the number one wood as the van came to a fugitive stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her weeping."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a curl of mollie's golden hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some offspring,"she replied, taking a inscrutable breath. With a tender smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut unawares as the building behind them exploded into a tidal wafture of detritus from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their deal and each fired a light beam of holy energy at the evil conglomerate, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as much impairment as a pair of magnifying ice on a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk. The beast snarled and shielded its face from the lasers, causing two constrict pillars of skunk to rise up from its hired man. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and mollie and held them up, squeezing them in its hefty grip.

Crying out in the hurting of the vice-like strength of the Bleak's skeletal work force, Selene and Molly both aimed their hands at the creature's face and fired a ray of light into its center, blinding the creature and causing smoke to rain cats and dogs forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grip on Selene and molly to the distributor point where they both coughed up blood. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.

A kilometre away, Baltoh was facing five daimon with their powers enhanced by eating human build and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his lover and his friend in the paw of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a lucky nip and plunged her bone katana into his pectus and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the upper portion of its face and much of its brainpan. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay live and on its groundwork, allowing Selene and Molly to slip free of its grip. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of relief, one of the demon attacked from behind him and managed to stab him the neck with a pickaxe made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing weakness, even while bleeding profusely.

breakage the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious snarl. number 1 reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the center of her ribcage, piercing her thorax with his claws and ripping out fucking strips of her kernel and left lung. The daemon vomited blood and tried to take up another katana from the rear of her neck opening, but Baltoh stabbed her with his handwriting again, this time striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arteries, as well as a constituent of her spinal column.

The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with black fire to bring down more damage. Materializing his steel, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe strike of the second Demon, used his good wing to block the skull-headed forge encroachment of the third Demon, used his left fender to block the saw-toothed jousting lance of the one-quarter devil, and used his butt to strike back against the one-fifth devil, who was wielding a whale chopper blade. Baltoh cringed at the pain in the ass of the hammer breaking the bone in his right-hand annexe and the lance piercing his allow wings, but he was capable to detour the attacks of the s and fifth and his lesion from the premature altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second Demon with his tail and the one-third and fourth with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to murder the one-fifth, but the devil had escaped and was flying towards Selene and molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing power. The daimon raised his cleaver brand above his brain and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"Damn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"rosemary shouted, appearing next to Selene and Molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming Demon."Angel Art : Spear Of Destiny !"

From her palm, a golden voulge blade shooter Forth River, made solely of lightsome and as with child as a car, but also being as slim down as composition and moving as fast as lightning. The giant fizgig completely slipped through the Demon's sense of spotting and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The leaf blade struck the Demon head on, slicing it in half right down the middle. With the fauna defeated, Rosemary turned to genus Selene and molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each former and Baltoh, she was too befuddle and embarrassed to expect properly at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't concern, as long as you're observance over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a faineant smile.

Rosmarinus officinalis's middle widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she make love ? !"Uh, dear. Once you're healed, you are to yield to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an turn on grin. genus Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosmarinus officinalis kneeled before the heavyweight crucifix in one of the church of New York City. The struggle was over, and as usual, every church building in the city was packed with multitude, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the fighting. The elbow room was cherry-red from the light of the Hellfire fence around the city passing through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the church seem like the scene of a brutal massacre by Demons. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and desperate representative were the unforgiving sobs and sniffs of crying people, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless place, or just crying.

Rosmarinus officinalis had made herself unseeable so that she could beg in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to sanctify them or their syndicate, ask why God was not putting a halt to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every decease that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every holy person and Archangel that wasn't busy healing the wounded and repairing the destroyed city had taken a similar pattern of solitude.

This fourth dimension, she was praying for clarity for the touch she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for archangel to be in amatory relationship, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful sexual demand and desires, but the taboo of it only made them stronger and more arousing.

stern her, the priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never suffer organized religion in the overlord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must persist in to oppose and cover to pray, so that we may show our devotion and he will spare us."

Suddenly, the threshold swung open, causing everyone standing around them to turn more tightly packed. In maltreat Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the city of this mysterious shape, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, Demons, and Sinners that were rising up from infernal region and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The entirely information that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the human, and their answers and depiction of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken place in the city, he had become a caption. Many people revered him as the rescuer that would rescue the city and the humankind from the brink of wipeout, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the human race of light and shadow, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon existence and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will lay aside you,"he announced with a phonation so trench and commanding that it made everyone shake.

Rosemary's eyes opened and she gasped at the sound of his voice. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"JHVH will not save you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only humans and Angels can stop the darkness. If you're going to beg, pray to us."He then rolled his eyes to the click of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a colossus !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and substantial than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their utmost length.

The room was filled with hushed muttering of jounce from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two melanise leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destroy it. This place will do none of you any thoroughly. This Christian church will not protect you from the strength of Scheol, it will not get your upstage immortal to reach down and save you, and it will not get you fascinate into Heaven. The exclusively thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your prison term praying in this theater of lies, instead try and serve those around you. There is much oeuvre that needs to be done in this urban center, people to help and trouble that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing individual to defend your script and get to work helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fear or obedience, the people left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their distance from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The door of the church closed, leaving it dumb with merely Baltoh and rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the rood-tree, rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's unusual that you tell these masses to play instead of wasting clock time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand multitude who were injured in the conflict and I repaired XV city blocks. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the gangway towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you chafe trying to demolish their beliefs when you of all people know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eyes on the crucifix.

"Because I know Sir Thomas More about Jehovah and the universe than they ever could. Maker has done nothing for this world in two thousand years. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the mass of this cosmos or even his handmaid ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and tell me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the darkness so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of iniquity, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wishes to harm. I do not love this world, but I have done Thomas More for it and its people than Jehovah ever has. So tell me, why do you still adopt and hero-worship him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not draw you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the former hand are one of the many Archangels born through the collaborationism of virtuous human souls, all wishing to crusade evil, just like I do. You are a unification of the psyche of people that were made on dry land by this universe, not Divine. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a cryptical breath."Why did you come here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her wings retracted.

Baltoh took another measure towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosmarinus officinalis had a tough sentence not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and Molly,"he said with his breather flicking Rosemary hair and causing her to thrill from the sensation.

"It was cypher, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips 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 unhurt body become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't worry, you have cipher to be ashamed of. You just need to cultivate on staying focused on your cloaking tour while having an climax,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.

She held her facial expression in her hands."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her facial expression in her custody.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her body and felt the curve hidden beneath her baggy Archangel outfit. The gentle clinch made her whimper in embarrassed arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at repose )."I know what you want. I know what you desire. Say it."

"I want you, I always wanted you, ever since we first met in Hell."she finally murmured, taking a deep breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his tongue against her ear and sent a powerful tremor through her body.

"I want them, Selene and Molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each early. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a grinning, Baltoh began running his bridge player across her organic structure, feeling her beautiful form through her clothes and making her squirm in stimulation, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will give it to you. I will generate you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, feed yourself to me, and we will evidence you more bliss than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her head from side to side as if waking up from a enchantment."No, this is wrong. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her estimation. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at first I was skeptical about it, but the predilection of your flesh is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to keep her mind clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her precursor, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and bang each other ; that is our trammel. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the collar of her vest and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more obnubilate than ever in her life.

He rubbed her white meat with his palm, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to palpate Selene and mollie's tongues against your trunk, you want to finger orgasm after orgasm rushing through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another modification of heart.

"Then founder yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything."

Wearing a flavour of confused innocence and luxuria on her typeface, rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his backtalk against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating clapper into her soft wet lip. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his oral cavity with her tongue while carefully avoiding his shrewd teeth. While the flavour was long since gone, Rosemary could almost sample the juices of Selene and mollie in his mouth and they drove her wilderness in kinky thirst.

With their lip locked and Baltoh's tongue filling her sassing, Rosemary did not feel him tear away her pants with his claws, but she shivered at the tone of the air against her bare leg. Baltoh worked his tail between her legs, catching the waistband of her panties with the penetrating tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the only thing separating rosemary from Baltoh's powerful erection pressing against her was the material of his pants.

erosion nothing but her rosary drop chain around her radiocarpal joint and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at care against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, rosemary trembled at the smell of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, helpless, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt fear in battle before, but this was a new veneration, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a mightily social lion and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This feel of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so a great deal longing for was indescribable, the fear and the bliss that came with it made her tremble 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 submit to him and be dominated, though that Bible was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could feel this new confusing manakin of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wild animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her mind was still trying to decide what to do and what it expected. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the quiet sassing of her snatch like a slithering snake. Rosemary purred at the sensual touch sensation, and when she reached down to feel her moistening clit, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her motion. Rosmarinus officinalis shook in his bosom and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in walking on air at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, entertain me,"she gasped, the word of honor passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In conflict she is as vehement as all of the former archangel, but when sexually spread out and vulnerable, she is completely subservient, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more interesting,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling his demonic sense of sexual dominance beginning to reveal 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 undercoat by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your shaft,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the spirit of impuissance made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a third metre, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her smooth keister and along her spinal column, gently enough to only make the skin wage hike and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your putz !"she begged as she felt the snack of the razor-sharp talon against her bare flesh.

Baltoh grinned at the complete personality change."I'll reach it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new superior ? Do you want to be used like my trivial fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, delight fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all fours."Get on your human knee,"he ordered, taking great delectation in fulfilling her subservient desires.

"Yes master copy,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a modest grinning, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect rooster, which was pulsing with each heartbeat of his warmheartedness. On her knee joint, Rosemary stared at it with awe and fright, alike to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a virgin with a less developed dead body, Rosemary's bright eyes and freckled cheek were radiant with artlessness. Even though she was in her twenty, her Virgo innocence and new body made her looking so young.

"head start playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her brim, Rosmarinus officinalis leaned back and began working her finger's breadth between her legs. Her respiration became quick and shoal with soft flutters of her voice and her hand became damp with her succus. The more she worked, the more her pussy began to open up and let on itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pinko interior and the wet flower petal-like folds within. Rosemary was scarlet from how a great deal she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her offspring naked body on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his pecker in his hand. She could feel his eyes on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her wishing to hide out away.

"livelihood going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes skipper,"she whimpered, rubbing her kitty frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her hand as fast as she could and pinching her teat for append stimulation. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her heart screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the respite of the Christian church, for she could not birth the shame. But the pity turned her on.

"On your paw and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all quadruplet with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her typeface in the malefactor of her arm, Rosemary continued to finger herself with her whole body shaking with each enjoyable stir of her hand, all with her anus and glistening pussy in view of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to achieve an orgasm. Finally, he decided to chip in her some help in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his tail assembly over to the rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her pharynx and gave a unclouded clinch. It wasn't enough to qualify her breathing or cut off blood flow, but it filled rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would consume been so easy for him to kill her at that present moment, to snuff out her sprightliness like she was nothing but a small animal. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her easy throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosemary crossed the verge into a squirting orgasm. She writhed and moaned as jets pussy succus sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a blur as she rubbed herself with new pep pill, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a minute, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heaving and her titty jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole body shaking, Rosmarinus officinalis held up her hand to her expression, looking at her oiled finger, 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 wicked. Baltoh's arse tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive foreplay. Without hesitation, she opened her back talk and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the pleasant-tasting taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her finger's breadth clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his buns as if it were a ternion. He set her on her articulatio genus with his cock just column inch from her face."Kiss it,"he said with a small-scale grin.

"Yes maestro,"she panted.
leaning forwards, rosemary kissed the read/write head of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the warm member touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouth and pose your tongue out."

Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth widely with her tongue sticking out like a landing strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his cock against her glossa, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his hammer and she pulled back her tongue, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you need this cock ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamic of this situation.

"Yes, please headmaster. I want to suck your hammer,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and pure warrior of Eden into his slavish sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the dorsum of her caput, Baltoh forced his shaft into her backtalk, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. Rosemary tried to attract away as his stopcock plowed past her gag inborn reflex, but Baltoh's tail around her pharynx kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her pharynx with tears streaming down her grimace. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosmarinus officinalis gasp for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breathing time, Baltoh wrapped his finger's breadth around Rosemary's whisker and smeared his slime-covered dick across her expression, mixing her spittle and other bodily fluids with her tears. He pushed his dick back into her pharynx, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body convulsions. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leafage and with muck dripping from her mouth and nose from retching. As dirty and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her fantasy had ever been like this, but it was dependable than all of them. She was loving the discussion, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean, she wrapped her finger around the tool of Baltoh's tool and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and soma while she caught her breathing time. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen genus Selene and molly do it, bobbing her nous back and Forth River and stroking him with her hand while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his pass roll back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his humanness and listened to the wonderful squishy auditory sensation of it moving back and forth inside her.

decision making he wanted more, he wrapped his full tail 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 straits between her legs, he buried his font in her bit, going down on her with far more aggressiveness than he would with Selene or Molly. Having never experienced the look of mortal's lips and tongue on and in her pussy, rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to suck up him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet cunt and licked up every drop of her Delicious juices, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her hair to keep her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing Rosemary to retch with each powerful punch to her pharynx and making crying run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally time to bed Rosemary like the little whore she was. He dropped the exhausted archangel onto the puddle of filth on the flooring and stood ever her, watching the ruined girlfriend try to regain her military posture. Once his forbearance was at its boundary, he grabbed her by the ankle and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your professional ? fix to get your pussy shredded by my cock ? Beg for it like the little slattern you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an wickedness smile.

"Please fuck me, captain ! I want you to take my virginity with your big cock !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her coat of arms shaking.

With his hind end around her waistline, Baltoh used his free script to beseech the header of his rooster against her waiting Virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so hard that she would shout out and cry. She was completely in the palm of his hand. Securing the head in the glistening lip of her cunt, Baltoh returned his hired man to her hip and took a deep breather. With a single powerful shove, he forced his total putz into her slender torso, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her garden angelica physical structure opening up to accept him in a way that no human Virgo could and the pain in the neck almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the coarse stinging from the unrelenting penetration and the huge Mass inside her. The ace of his monstrous manhood stuffing her to the point where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her wildest fantasies and nightmares. The musical theme of experiencing this as a man panic-stricken and confounded Rosmarinus officinalis as she struggled to breathe and stay calmness.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruised snatch. Upon its nigh removal, blood from her pulverize hymen trickled out from between the feast lip, running down her smooth belly, between her wall hanging breasts, up her throat, and reddened her lip like lip rouge. Baltoh reinserted his prick back into his sexy servant, taking peachy amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few drive to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the help of this quarter to check her still, he was fucking her like a auto in irregular. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a homo garden cart ; instead, she just had her font buried in the shepherd's crook of her arm against the base while Baltoh slamming her lower eubstance against his cock. The dominating loanblend had a smiling on his fount and was licking his lips as he listened to rosemary's tearful moans of happiness and watched as his hefty thrusts sent riffle through her pale naked physical structure. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the rear end with the cover of his mitt, jiggling the soft flesh and making Rosemary cry out as a heavy red weal formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his handwriting against the soft bare flesh of her rigorous ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cries of abominable euphoria were wish medicine to his ears, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his stern, he reached out and grabbed her radiocarpal joint, holding her munition back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her carpus and his tail around her pharynx. With Rosemary's branch wrapped around his torso and her tearful gags and watchword of felicity cheering him on, Baltoh continued to screw her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her arms held back and had his tooshie wrapped around her neck with the perfect level of constriction, signification that she was basically held in a sex jive and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her succeeding orgasm.
"Do you want me to make you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make me cum, Master ! Please pretend me cum !"she begged, lusting for his cock deep inside her.

Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her solid suspended body shake wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't start bleeding. Rosemary's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the walls of the church.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet coming, spraying the floor and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down on her groundwork and then pushed her over to the podium. With rosemary bent over the pulpit, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He tightened his tail assembly around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

rosemary just gave a pitiful whimper and nodded her point, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and molly's. Spreading her branch and forcing her headway down against the Book on the soapbox, Baltoh readied the top dog of his peter against her anus, instantly feeling the hoop expand and give up as it awaited the incursion. With Rosmarinus officinalis's scream echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his cock into her crocked slight bunghole with a individual shove of beastly forcefulness. Ignoring her afflictive cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic look and the wondrous feeling of her tight rectum clenching every square centimeter of his tool with the ship's boat wet skin, Baltoh took his born pace, pumping into her with foresightful, deep fortuity and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a woodpecker, rocking the podium wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for darling liveliness and moaning as she looked around the church. The colour in glass windows of the holy person and angel and the rows of pews for people who attended the house 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 lustfulness for Baltoh had reduced her to. One share of her psyche hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry concubine, but the rest of her mind was excited and aroused by her pity. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her debasement was enjoyable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercifulness, being on his lead, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfilment of her own. Having developed a love of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the look of his fellow member stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her head and released a deep moan of ecstasy, with her voice shaking with her trunk from the speedy pounding of his pecker. Baltoh pulled her back with his buttocks around her cervix, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could thwack them hard with his medallion, making her purr from the sting of the sensible mounds. He also kissed her, licking the line of descent of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her asshole. She groaned as he entered his puss, just like he had with genus Selene and Molly, but in this event, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his push, violating her woman as he kept her fount pressed against the Holy Bible, both to humiliate her and tongue in the face of God as he bent the beautiful Archangel to his will.

Finally, the podium fell out from under Rosemary and she collapsed to her knees with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with rosemary on all quatern and his custody around her pharynx, making her groan in felicity as he pounded her like a giant jackhammer. For several minutes, they continued in his manner with Rosmarinus officinalis riding Cloud 9 and Baltoh riding rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her pussycat, painting the two orifices with her succus. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually finger his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her prick gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his backside around her throat. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swell clit."Please restrain fucking me, original. I want your cock inside of me."

"creep 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 hand. Grabbing her hair, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to give suck on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his rooster, Baltoh began to misrepresent his can behind her, causing two incision to twist back over each former and wrench into a pair of double spiral.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two twisted portions of his tail into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her orifices at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle goliath. With Baltoh's hammer grinding against the back of her throat and his shadow pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of shag simple machine, rosemary's centre rolled back into her head word and she nearly became limp, giving into the indescribable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic roar as an eruption of seminal fluid sprayed from the mind of his cock, coursing down her throat, filling her belly, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his turncock out of her backtalk and his tail out of her kitty-cat and motherfucker. rosemary collapsed on the floor, facedown in a pool of ejaculate.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And More,"she panted, happier and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your heart and your loyalty ?"

"Yes Master,"she purred.

"good, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a act with you."

Then, in contrast to the brutal BDSM piece of ass he had just given her, he lifted her chin and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"well, rosemary is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new front-runner hotel way ( after Baltoh repaired it with a quick spell ), both naked after having made love life just a short while ago. Just hour before, genus Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to Earth in rules of order to bathe, as was accustomed after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to involve details,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously kinky slut and a completely submissive masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master copy. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to cite she is a good water pistol, she sprays like a water fountain."

genus Selene perked up with astonishment and amusement."Really ? Well after my first piffling preference of mastery with molly, I have to admit that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a turn with her after I gave her time to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive pulse of free energy rocked the city to its nub, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was heavyset and profound with ominous power and it felt like gravitational attraction itself was being magnified. Baltoh's eyes widened and he bolted to his groundwork, rushing over to the balcony. This power was equate to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a handful of informant for such an oppressive nimbus, and none of them were good.

"angel Art : Bob Hope radio beacon Summoning ! Angel Falls Art : pink wine windowpane carapace Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

Four hope beacon light began to rebel from the ground, each at the very edge of the city. It was the maximum phone number of the hybridisation that could be summoned in any given office and sentence. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of jaundiced and purple ice appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the city with the light passing through it. With the help of the four crosses, its diameter was expanded to cover all of New York and its power was great enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could soften 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 pit, we've finally gotten so close down that the most powerful Demons can slip through. These are the true monsters of the shadowy depths, the foeman that have brought me nearly to the brink of death,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating curtain of vim increased in weight.

"time lag, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mount. Their power levels are equal, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have mo 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 ceiling of a building. There were twenty other garden angelica in total, as well as a few Angel, including Selene.

"One of the original of torment has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the hardness of the situation.

"What are Masters of Torture and behemoth ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next level of Demons, well beyond Archangels,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that potential ? I've never heard of these matter !"one of the former Angels asked.

Baltoh took a abstruse breathing time."As you know Demons have been summoned to Earth in the past—as it is the only way for them to cross between dimension and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too much of a threat, they have been known to reach full strength and cause natural disasters like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and plagues. professional of Torture and Titans are far too powerful to be summoned, the mass of their energy is too great and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference of opinion between Masters of Torture and behemoth and Demons is how they are born. behemoth are born through large numbers of Demons managing to merge together into one monolithic beast, just like evildoer join together to transform into Bleaks. Depending on how well the cognitive operation goes, they can retain their intelligence operation and carry on to use fiend Art, or lose their minds and become raging beasts, often used as steeds for the Masters of agony. Masters of straining are born more similarly to unconstipated devil ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell resident physician that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the remains of slain daimon.

Just like with the prisoners that eventually crumble away to ash, the stiff of killed Demons halt and suppurating sore, becoming more and more centre and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's existence is compacted and processed to its purest anatomy, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This shadow toxicant eventually joins up with others and forms a sea captain of Torture. Even I have to push for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two enemy that they about to crusade reenforce the severity of the situation, with dread crushing everyone with the same system of weights as the dark vigor that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening crash and the whole city shook violently, causing several construction to crumble and fall apart like houses of cards. Red cracks flitted through the rose window hologram cast upon the urban center as the effect of darkness below crashed against it like a tempestuous bull against the logic gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the people been evacuated to the fringe ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the urban center. most likely, our foeman will come up through the center of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raffaello Sanzio answered, just before another clash that sent more crack cocaine through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the passkey of distortion, and the rest of you fight the Titan. Selene, I want you and all the other Angel Falls to appease out of this fighting and guard the humans in example any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third clangoring rang out as the shield broke. In the heart of the city, twelve city blocks suddenly sank into the ground and the four Bob Hope beacon fire in the quoin shattered like vas. A deluge of Hellfire roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, visible only from its shadow. Hovering above the urban center, the fauna released a deafening roar and the geyser of Hellfire died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The wildcat was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, larger than its body when joined to together and each one far longer, and an iron collar on each neck. Its smuggled scraggly hair was matted with blood, its red eyes glowed like hazard Light Within, both heads had rhino-like motor horn on the bridges of their noses, two span of bull-like French horn protruded from behind its ears, its recollective jagged Fang poked out past its mandibular bone and glistened with acidulent saliva, its nipper looked more like talons and appeared almost too tumid for its paws, and its oxford-gray wings were webbed with spindly os and were missing almost of the airfoil membrane, but the fauna was still able to fly. If it curled up its soundbox, it would still dwarf the world's largest summercater stadium.

Standing on the colossus's back, holding a chain that led to its iron collars, was a Demon. The entity was garbed in contraband armor with a couple of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like horns made entirely of shadow flame, a seat lined with stiletto heel, a pair of orotund metal glove on his sleeve instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of torment held out his hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon bone, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the Demon pointed the steel 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 look the heavyweight once the battle started, Selene gave him a osculation laced with trouble but also filled with stamp beloved."Don't let him get to you, he's nothing. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, recollect ?"She whispered, gaining a lowly smile.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her dorsum."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how serious you are in your prime,"she said once go time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the original of straining as he spread his wings, preparing to pounce. With a wide smiling on his face, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a fighter aircraft's position, brimming with confidence and fervor for the struggle. Moving faster than a speeding bullet, the monster leapt from his mountain and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the smasher and the building under him instantly shattered from the power transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to campaign back against the daimon's sword, but his grinning did not diminish.

"Well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, leader of forty infernal legions under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the strength of Heaven under nonentity,"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 greater ; shadow or light !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful flush to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his brand as Amun charged towards him."I already wield the power of both humanity. This is not a dubiousness of light-headed vs. dark ; it is a question of whether your hatred is smashing than mine ! Now we fight with our liveliness on the line to prove who has the greater resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amen's slash.

Upon the collision of their blade, every window within a second power Admiralty mile shattered from the unseeable shockwave released upon impingement. Before Amun could hand over another spinning squawk, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the throat with his tail. With a powerful whiplash, he threw the ogre straight down into the footing with enough strength to create a pool-sized volcanic crater in the wreckage of the construction that had been destroyed.

Sword in hand, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Divine Smite spell. Amon rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the ground with enough power to reduce nine square up blocks of the city into a colossal Crater filled with the rubble of the building that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his taloned finger at the hybrid and launching a condensed jet of shadow vigor, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the onset, wrapped in smoke with half of his undershirt and shirt burned away."Angel Art : feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amon and launching a burst of feathers, burning with white fire.

wrap himself in his wings, Amun tried to roll away but the deadbolt made their scrape, puncturing his wings over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain and got to his feet, ripping the feathers out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that deadly optic could not catch him, Amon swung his blade in a diagonal uppercut slice, but the crossbreed blocked the attack, beginning a lightning ado of exchanging flak and closure. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding steel.

Spotting and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the fondness with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of blood but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp stiletto heel and plunging them into Amon's dresser, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amon's helm, the two foes separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their hurt and instead just swinging their swords wildly at lightning speed, attacking and blocking each early a c clock time every second.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to cast the spell.

Surging up from the priming coat, a twelve huge emaciated hands reached out of portal site to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a gang of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"Angel Art : Final Penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar shell, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a Crucifixion, shattering the os and pinning them to the ground.

"backer Art : nirvana Flash !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's feathers, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the demon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armour and shredding his bod with the gut hook near the end of the brand and the serrations that lined the boundary.

With descent spraying from the crack carved across his dresser, Amon snarled and clapped his hands together with his sword between his medallion."Demon Art : Incinerating nether region !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden bonfire of Hell fire engulfed him. The black funeral pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"demon Art : Undead rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each early.

The two fighters were both wrapped in Shirley Temple auras as their numerous wound were healed, repairing their dead body in time to operate turf. The sec their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amun in the side, sending the Demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a klick of construction as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"Demon Art : fiend slice !"Amun thundered, getting to his feet and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an invisible mark of ten razor-thin energy blades. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the fall in gust breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally go back, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden appearing of a shadow. Amun had appeared above him with an intact construction in his grip. With a hollering, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledge, with the hybrid having less than a second to become intangible and liberty chit through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amen slammed into him with tail energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amen scene straight down, slamming Baltoh into the soil as the make building shattered. Upon impact, all the debris of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud of debris from the two fighters hitting the ground.

In the stern of a smoky crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the face over and over again with his arms moving as blur. With his face bloody and his despair climbing, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the berm with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of products of buildings like an durable missile.

"Angel Art : Spear of destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his feet and clapping his custody together.

From between his hired hand, a paper-thin ray of golden luminousness barb forth, taking the shape of a huge steel that sliced through everything in its path. Slamming his sword into the ground, Amon brought himself to a occlusive as the leaf blade approached, slicing straight through the buildings that he had just smashed through.

"daimon Art : Tombstone shell !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone salvo from the undercoat in movement of him, acting as a barrier against the blade. The massive voulge of lightly smashed into the tombstone, one of the few military group it could not expose. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swung his sword towards Amon's neck, hoping to decapitate him. The Demon managed to lean back enough to avoid a fateful strike, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a fountain of inky blood to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a bullet through building after building. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in less than a second. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their claw index finger finger's breadth at each other, the sharp talons just in apart.

"Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden focal ratio boost to fend off the prodigious black fireballs being launched from the twin heads of the Titan.

"Angel Art : Halo Discuss !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, attacking the animate being from behind while its aid was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her glory, she drew a long Chain of monovular halo of gold light and threw them at the savage. The ringing struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its brawny hide. With an annoyed snarl, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his prat, sending her crashing into a metropolis bus with enough posture to cling it in one-half. Lying at the end of a prospicient crater in the street, rosemary cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a monumental tincture. Flapping her offstage desperately, she took flight and fled as the colossus tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"backer Art : concluding Penitence !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a XII big wooden crisscross fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the puppet's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off counterpoise. maddened, the monster turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized black fireball. The blast struck Raphael headway on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"an Archangel with short blonde hairsbreadth called, rocketing down towards the giant with her sword raised.

Sensing her approach, the behemoth raised its two nous and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive darkness Pulse. The archangel blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the light beam of energy and struggling to stay fresh moving forward, even with her enduringness increased. The blast finally ended and the fair sex's steel was knocked to the side by the last bead of Department of Energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her onset, the Titan reached up with its other head with lightning speed and stabbed her right in the gut with the horn on the bridge deck of its nose. The force-out of the impact and the size of it of the horn ripped her to opus and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another archangel by the gens of Remiel yelled through his retentive plait beard, mourning the loss of his associate. The garden angelica turned to the colossus and clapped his handwriting together, spreading his wings to their maximum length."Angel Art : Incense Suffocation sealskin !"

On his command, four pillar of pile incense lanterns burst from the dry land, forming a fence of white lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four column each began spewing thick clouds of incense heater, filling the infinite within the prison but going no foster. In minute, the titan was invisible, hidden within a cloud of fume. Over the sound of the dense vapor spraying out like water special K, everyone would take heed the beast cough and hacking on the smoke as it burned its figure like gaseous loony toons and pressed on its body from all side as if it were at the bottom of the ocean.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingers at the Titan and firing beams of golden lighter as orotund as Hummers. The irradiation struck the heavyweight, causing it to snarl in nuisance and illuminating the Mary Jane swarm.

"keep shot ! We have to kill this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his free energy into his blast.

All of the garden angelica were thrown back as the Titan released an world-shattering roar and was wrapped in phantasma fire. The Shirley Temple Black explosions shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the Divinity Rays as if they were mere light beam of light. Furious at the harm they had caused it, the beast reached out with its two top dog and snapped up a duet of Archangels, than knocked the residuum back like a group of flies with its tails.

"darn it, how is it possible that this thing is so right ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the bulwark of a broken building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the solitary one who can face something like this !"Rosmarinus officinalis barked.

"No ! We don't need him every prison term something goes incorrectly ! We are Angelica Archangelica of nirvana, we do not demand help destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his bruised ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that Master of torment. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocated shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this puppet back together with is passenger,"Rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that ogre Abaddon remark that it was the tour he would use to demolish them when he encountered them in Hell. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and call for them both out with one big attempt. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"darn it, have we really go down this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his heart and mulled over the determination, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redheaded woodpecker stood up."We need to hit this affair with every sealing piece we have. Hopefully we can stop it or slack it down enough for Baltoh to tempt that sea captain of Torture over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. Angel Art : Hope Beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

Four building around the titan shattered as a group of Leslie Townes Hope beacon light appeared in their place, giving all the Angelica Archangelica four power boosts.

"Angel Art : Final Crucifixion !"Rosemary called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the entire city, a monumental cross salvo from the earth, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a shadow over the Titan. Dozens of whips, adorned with pricker and bits of twisted metal, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the hybrid while tearing at its flesh. The beast howled in annoyance as its canine tooth bone snapped and its heftiness tore so that its limb could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the necks of the Titan, a crown of spine formed and acted as another bind to the crossing. Finally, a building-sized lance vane appeared in the air and plunged itself into the giant's chest.

"Angel Art : Rosary restraint !"all the Archangels called as the Titan roared in hurting and frustration.

From their beaded watchstrap, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the interbreeding while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the concatenation with all their strong point, the Archangels pulled the crisscross out of the undercoat and sent it falling back like a shredded Tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"Angel Art : final Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a dozen towering crosses began to hang from the sky like bomb, slamming down into the colossus each with the weight of a wad. Throughout New House of York, edifice were thrown from their understructure by each devastating encroachment and clouds of detritus completely filled the air. The massive hybrid had skewered the beast like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"saint Art : Incense asphyxiation SEAL !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the spell, four familiar towers of curvy incense lanterns burst from the ground around the beast and began spewing forth their green goddess, which crushed the Titan like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to hitch their breather, the monumental tool unleashed a roar as low and oceanic abyss as the lacing of war drums and its body began to burn with black fire, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their index enhanced with four promise Beacons, the Archangels still could not sustain the beast or its gargantuan muscularity restrained.

"Quick ! starting signal hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! Rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolt of lightning of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a wasteland wasteland, their feet buried under the powdered rubble of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a third of New York had been reduced to dot and ash from their dynamic battle, much of the end being the effect of them both smashing each other over the head with intact edifice like a pair of cartoon characters. Both fighters were caked with blood line and panting heavily, having each received countless injuries that would have meant the death of any regular ogre or Archangel. It was not the scrap that had drained them both of their energy, but the injuries, both fighting through and healing them. In the engagement, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the face, sending the Master of agony staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his military strength. Struggling to stay on his feet, Amun could do nothing as his facial expression was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his nose and cracking different region of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the ground beneath him crumbled and he lost his terms, forcing him to budge his care away from Amon and to instead fix his residuum. This gave Amon the opportunity of a lifespan, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his bum and then spinning around, delivering a mightily kick to the middle of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the Demon's tail with all of his ribs broken and rakehell streaming from his oral cavity and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to ignore the rigourousness of injury while they mended themselves.

‘ Damn it, this is why I make sure never to fight these hombre for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly fit and we're just wearing each early down. At this rate, we'll just toss off each other or get hold of a stalemate in which neither of us can displace and the fate of the engagement and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can bump off that heavyweight,'he thought to himself, blinking knockout to tidy his blurred vision.

Forming his sword from dim fire, albeit at a much tiresome tempo than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this final exam battle will be the master,"Baltoh said under his breathing spell as he widened his posture and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his head and brought it down towards Baltoh's good position, aiming for the veins between his shoulder and cervix. Baltoh blocked the plan of attack with an uppercut swing, and while Amon tried to rend his steel back for another attack, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from articulatio humeri to hip, sending the rakehell spraying across the dry land with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by adrenalin and fad pumping through his mineral vein like his inky blood, Amon pulled his brand back and countered with a twinge to the left slope of Baltoh's chest, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to last out awake and on their understructure, the two fighters locked swords once, twice, three times, with each collision sending rain shower of glint as if the blades were voluptuous. On the one-quarter clash, Baltoh was able-bodied to direct his sword past Amon's and deliver a oceanic abyss cut across the shoulder, then bend the vane and commit it sheering across his pharynx. Gurgling on his own origin, Amon roared and swung his steel wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his leftfield eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in pain. Amun lunged at the opportunity, swinging his sword from the side and cutting Baltoh's abdomen overt and leaving his entrails dangling. With a demonic bellowing of ire, Baltoh raised his sword high above his psyche and struck Amon's left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the steel, Baltoh carved through the ogre's material body with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him undetermined like a chainsaw. Amun's shoulder and ribs were shattered by the brutal strike, the muscle were all severed, the nerves cut, and the veins spraying roue like fountains. Amon stepped back with his hale result side of meat from the shank up barely clinging to the rest of his body. It was almost as if soul had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the wrong blot and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to hold their bodies together and keep from falling apart.

"victor !"rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosmarinus officinalis ? ! What is she doing here ? The Titan is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attending back to Amen as the Master of Torture pointed his clawed fingerbreadth at the oncoming Archangel and launched a Dark Pulse that was ten clip larger and more powerful than a habitue monster or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amon was easily able to bring forth the energy required to kill Rosemary like she was a fly. With the speed and diameter of the blast, it was obvious that rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"holy man Art : Bill Gates of Eden ! ogre Art : Tombstone carapace !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The jumbo wickedness pulsation was suddenly stopped as a logic gate of substantial gold appeared before Rosemary with a pair of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the Browning automatic rifle. The clap struck the barrier like an angered moose against a tree, stopping in its path but making the barrier chap and warp under the insistence. Rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the stabile object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the patch strong so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the blast and pounced on him like a lot Leo, digging his claws into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"backer Art : Final Crucifixion !"Rosmarinus officinalis desperately shouted, aiming her deal at Amon.

The marble-white crisscross flare-up from the dry land behind Baltoh and the rabid demon was yanked off his rachis and slammed against it by grabbing serrated lash. While the crucifixion rite took place, Rosmarinus officinalis kept the spells going, desperate to restrain the maimed but pestilent professional of Torture.

"Angel Falls Art : rosary constraint ! Angel Art : Feather pointer ! Angel Art : ring Shackles ! Angel Falls Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"she bellowed, landing on the terra firma beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded chains launched from her rosary watch bracelet and tied Amon to the crossbreeding like a straightjacket, eight-inch long feathers shot from her wings and lodged themselves in Amen's flesh, promote nailing him, and rings of golden light source appeared around his ankles, wrist, and head, acting as one last chemical bond to the wooden structure. conclusion but not least, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the crossbreeding and filled the space between them with dense hummer, crushing Amon like piss and burning his lungs with blessed push. In his vaporisation casket, Amon could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he discern what was going on outside.

"professional, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The loan-blend cracked a grin at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedroom, it appeared that she was still subservient and fast to him.

"I'll inhabit, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the military posture to stamp out him or that Titan and time is running out. Even in his current province, Amon won't be held back every long by those spells. We only have five or ten minutes before he breaks free and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the strength to use any of your craze gust ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wound and rest for a few minutes, I might have decent power for at least one pellet, but it would take too long to charge and fire. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his feet but falling back down.

Rosemary hesitated before speaking."schoolmaster, I'll take care of you. Just lie back and I'll bring around your injury 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 last long."

"Angel Art : Laying On of Hands,"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered, holding one delicate hand over Baltoh's bare chest with dark-green healing energy streaming from her palm. With her other hired hand, she unfastened his waistband and pulled down his bloomers, revealing his half-erect rooster, quickly growing in size and strength at the attention.

With a coy look on her nerve, rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her backtalk, sucking off the sweat from struggle while she healed his lesion with both hands. Their clip was running out and Amon would soon break spare 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 delicate wet nook of her mouth, trying to sweet-talk a orgasm as fast as possible. She squeezed the shaft with her tongue and impertinence, worked the forefront with her sass, and completely slathered it with every drop of saliva she could muster. While her head bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the large penis was massaged with great sexual dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosmarinus officinalis flooded his body with healing energy from her hands, mending his injuries and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his fastest sexual climax, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosemary's mouth and pharynx, every drop of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and sucking out every last glob of his seeded player. His strength restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his gasp back up and secured his sash before jumping to his feet with a felicitous yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his script at Amon.

The fiend had made a lot of progress in his escape, as already the prayer beads restraints were snapping like ribbon, the crucifix was fractured in multiple topographic point, the feathering pointer had already been incinerated, the aura alliance had shattered, and the incense smoke in the prison house was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The Navy SEAL would only hold for another mo at most.

"holy man Art : Rosary simpleness ! Demon Art : night shackle !"he shouted with a positive smile.

Launching from the metal bands and beaded cord around his wrist joint, two 12 black bladed chains and rosary binds shooter Forth and wrapped around Amon's prison house in integrality before tightening on the four incense pillars and crushing Amon's prison like a star sign of add-in. The chains and rosary chemical bond continued to twine around Amon and the SEAL that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's energy and forming a nearly impenetrable SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the trapped Amon with him and raced over to where the residue of the garden angelica were still fighting the Titan. The master sealing spell had long since been destroyed, so now the strength of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to hold back it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the midsection of a Au and Shirley Temple Black bonfire, caused by their energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of courage, Baltoh swung the lariat of Hades chain and rosary Bond with Amun at the end like the top dog of a conflict flail, bringing it down onto the heavyweight with enough strength to stimulate all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the creature from the shear pain of the impact. Snapping the corduroys with his quarter, Baltoh clapped his hands together to describe the adjacent spell."daimon Art : Mausoleum prison !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby Hope beacon to increase the size 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 Master of agony, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his grin growing.

At his command, almost a hundred massive skeletal hands burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one great heave, they all combined their specialty and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straight upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his torso level and his wings out in front of him with his burning glory between the bakshish. He had to measure this carefully, as he did not want any more lives to be lost. His aureole began to birl, increasing in pep pill every second up to the dot where it looked like a celestial sphere of light.

High up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amon on its binding, holding its reins with his sword in helping hand. Both Demons released roars of frustration and bloodlust, prepare to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"Well it won't be by your bridge player !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his bang at full strength.

Everyone watching the tantrum turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level brightness of the balance beam fired. Upon its launched, the blast instantly began to expand at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's calculations and emplacement, it would not touch either side of the pit around New York. By the meter it reached Amun and his steed, the blast was already a thirdly as large as the metropolis and far too potent to contain or dodge.

They were splattered against the flak like mosquitoes against the windshield of a freeway semi and did not slow it down in the least as the blast continued to rise upwards. Up on the surface of Earth, where the American politics had set up a command shopping mall around New York, sensors and cat's-paw of all kinds were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the domain. Finally, with a diameter as large as New House of York itself, the attack shot upwards from the peter and passed right through the dome of dark smoke due to the Angel Falls energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the beam of luminousness shot into the sky with as very much energy as a solar flare pass. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the shaft barb up into space, the atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the door ritual was initiated.

The gust faded into the in conclusion few bead of vigour and Baltoh began to fall, drained of Energy and with a smile of triumph on his face. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the land with her face glowing with tender love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on ground, as after a fight with a Master of anguish, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a lavish and Selene wasn't going to let the chance whirl her by. As he checked the locks on the door to make sure enough that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood nude in the shower, waiting for the urine to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the metropolis ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't worry, after that fight with the Master of torment, the force of Inferno will probably wait and bide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bathroom.

Standing in the door, he came to a dead stop and smiled. His eyes were fixed on genus Selene glistening with a sexy effulgence as the pee ran down her nude body. Each drop on her toothsome chocolate-shade cutis glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sensual curvature of her body. He could see her sinew relaxing under the heat of the water, her chest expanding with each oceanic abyss breath, and the tingle of relief that passed through her unflawed figure as the hot waves washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding threshold."Come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might care to follow for a small while."

"Alright, then revel the show."

genus Selene looked up into the spray with her oral fissure exposed, as if the showerhead were his rooster and he was ejaculating onto her face. The water streamed across her face and through her long slick hair, and as she rolled her head from side to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became lowering. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to keep his eyes fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her body, touching herself gently. With each pass of her men across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's cock began to inflate and he licked his lips in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

Opening up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small block into her hands and lathered her palm with it, leaving a sudsy level. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her with child chest, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the soft skin. As she massaged her knocker and traced the bar of liquid ecstasy around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect prick with a encompassing grinning on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the methamphetamine screen and pressed her titty against the glass. Baltoh's breathing became grueling as he watched her rub her breasts against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving sign through the luster of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her giving titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her consistence. Stepping out from behind the meth, she ran the scoop across her curved trunk, lathering her ebony skin with a layer of thin white froth. As her manpower moved down her flat belly, she shifted her pelvic girdle from side to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

Looking back over her shoulder, Selene turned around so her back was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his lips, Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her pussy and asshole while she soaped up her long smooth branch. Baltoh had his middle fixated on her house bosomy ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his cock. Moving her soapy hands up her branch, Selene began lathering her ass impertinence, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual power and wish to feel Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower bath, letting the bed of soap wash away. While the sudsy water streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her torso with her hired man moving closer and closer to her pussy. At for the first time she only ran her ribbon across her inner thighs, then she pulled her middle finger between the diffused plump lips, tickling the shining pinko Interior Department. After that first touch, she began working her digit against the entrance, using the soapy weewee as lube. As her hugging became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the wall and began giving a gentle whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the lavatory sink with his shaft standing at good aid as Selene inserted her fingers into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feeling of the placate penetration. With the skill that only someone could receive after years of pleasuring her own dead body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her legs, Selene grasped one of her boob, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several transactions, with Selene desperately trying to wreak herself to climax, but unable to cross that final threshold.

Her unanimous torso shaking in the desire to throw an orgasm, genus Selene lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jerk from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own breast as if it were molly's. Swirling her tongue around her erect nipple with the hot water running down her hourglass consistency, Selene finally achieved her first off orgasm and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As genus Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the grime from engagement run off his torso. With a commonplace smiling on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his retentive spit and wrapped it around her fingers like a snake, licking up her delicious centre. The two decimal point of the forked tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his glossa from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's oral cavity, relishing the delicious taste. As their back talk touched, Selene wrapped her weaponry around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his laurel wreath across her body, wishing that he could use his fingerbreadth and right find her. For ten instant they continued to buss, wordlessly speaking their beloved while the shower sprayed their enlace consistence with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embracing and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the touch of his lips against her break torso. Continuing down, he spent a handful of minute of arc just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, ineffective to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to move, running his lips and glossa across her venter before reaching the smooth sass of her slit, already open and awaiting advance pleasure.

elevation her leg and squeezing her breasts, genus Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his tongue, stimulating her button with a original's accomplishment. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her breasts that jiggled with each gasping breath genus Selene took and the H2O that poured off her pointing nipples and ran down her smooth belly. Shifting his weapons system, he moved genus Selene's legs up onto his shoulder joint so that he could get full access to her addictively delectable pussy. Holding onto his horns for dear life, genus Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every sweet spot in her puss, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

decision making to help her once again hybridizing that room access, Baltoh bent his tail back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his bend dexter tail into her cocksucker, needing a lot of force to influence the all-inclusive head of the biological sex toy into the tight halo. Selene released a scream of virgin sexual euphoria as the twisted division of its seat worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the point that she thought while she was going to burst, only to abjure and then pull itself back in. With Baltoh playing her slit like a musical legal instrument and fucking her asshole wildly with his tail end, Selene was brought to her instant sexual climax in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his tail from his dickhead and let Selene lick it like a spoonful covered in cake batter.

"That was a keen trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood vessels and leaves my fag end really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the cascade, wearing out the aches.

"well, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business,"she said in between buss while she wrapped her peg around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her custody up against the wall above their fountainhead with their palm tree touching and his finger dug into the tile, providing him a skillful delay like when he fucked Molly on the infirmary cap. Without using his hands ( but needing a lilliputian avail from his fanny ), he pressed the head of his manhood against her wet kitty and forced it in, making Selene howler in happiness from the huge mass driving up into her gates of paradise and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his hips, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the farthest corners of her cunt. With her wet mamilla jiggling against his bare breast, the two lover made out under the hot spray of the cascade. As the transactions went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his orchis liberation throwing piss with each thrust like a sling.

"love, my bridge player are falling asleep,"genus Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my blazon are completely asleep,"Baltoh replied with a small smile, making her laugh.

property onto her with his tail so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claws out of the paries and released their hands. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a cold prickling sensation, Baltoh lowered genus Selene back onto her understructure and she turned into the menstruum of hot water, looking over her shoulder joint at him with a coy look and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his buns and worked his cock back into her pussy. With her leg raised and his mitt on her hips, he began pumping her cunt with fasting, inscrutable solidus, bringing genus Selene back to her master degree of ecstasy.

With her sassing open and her eyes closed, Selene turned into the exhibitor spray and let the hot body of water run down her grimace while Baltoh fucked her like a political machine, ran buss across her neck opening and shoulders, and fondled her tit.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his cock finally reached that perfect spot in the depths of her slit, that place that his lingua just couldn't body of work up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this dulcet body of yours. Your pussy feels absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all timelessness if I could, just to always find it. I got to say, anal is trade good, but you really can't beat the trade good old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all infinity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their rim touched, their shifting free weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower floor, the two of them falling forward and ineffectual to regain their footing. Selene gave a garish yelping of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her bureau to enamour her and grabbed onto the bulwark below the exhibitioner header, tearing through the tile with repose 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.

"fountainhead my heart feels like it's going to break my rib and I have some plasterwork and ceramic in my hair, but other than that, I'm fine."

"commodity, because I don't think we should endure anymore."

"wellspring I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you sour without standing ?"she purred while on her manpower and human knee.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his lingua against the back of her ear."I'm sure I'll find a way."

leaning back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his workforce to her rosehip and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the head in her. In a single shove, he forced his cock back into her with so much index that Selene gave a tacit shrieking. Keeping his clutch on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth River like the brain of a pecker, fucking Selene with all his strength and reaching the utmost points of her soundbox with his manhood. With genus Selene feeling too unspoiled to even make a sound, the noise calling out over the Bronx cheer of the exhibitioner was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her rhythm rear end joggle and shake. Baltoh had a grin on his face and was licking his rim as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass nerve and her tit swing every time he forced his dick into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after fifteen minutes of the inhuman pounding. In the aftermath of her orgasm, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his cock out of her gap pussy.

trousering heavily, he sat back against the wall of the shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires Sir Thomas More energy, fighting passe-partout of Torture or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniacal appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her paw around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not average that you didn't get to cum. See, your dick still has peck of intensity left. Don't worry, baby ; I'll take upkeep of you. You said anal can't beat the good old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can modify your mind…"

She raised her hips and guided his peter to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the slopped ring and Selene whimpered in delight at the belief of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his entire prick in between her firm ass cheeks. Gripping his articulatio humeri, she began raising her lower body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to manage the huge mass. Baltoh put his script on her shapely rear end, helping her ride him like a pogo joint. With his hands on her ass, he was able-bodied to finger every resplendent riffle and jiggle of her sultry arse when she drove his humanness back into her physical structure, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the feeling of the cushy wet interior of her asshole around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten arcminute before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting decimal point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his peter and instead straddled it, gyrating her rose hip and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every recession. Finally, Baltoh gave a fiendish growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding genus Selene's insides to the point where she felt like she was going to get going coughing it up. The press was so impressive that Selene's soundbox began to shake as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, genus Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the come and delectable preference of her ass while his source poured out of her book binding door. Baltoh was struggling to hold back his eye open, he was so tired and the hot body of water and the feeling of Selene hungrily siphoning every drop of sperm from his stopcock wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to entire on the qui vive as he felt a sudden flare pass of energy nearby ; an archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"Master ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his groundwork and Selene turned off the water.

rosemary entered the bathroom just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the exhibitor, and a hungry verbal expression immediately filled her optic and lined her moderately face. Shaking her top dog from face to side, she got down on one knee joint and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes met genus Selene's, who was leaning against the doorway of the shower with a very coy grin on her facial expression, one that instantly made Rosmarinus officinalis wet.

"rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her back to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really necessitate to fare see."

"darn it, there is no way the city could have reached Hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedchamber to call back his clothes. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smile. They were still for a couple seconds, just staring at each other with Rosmarinus officinalis unable to keep her oculus from wandering up genus Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing grin.

Rosmarinus officinalis jerked at the question and was unable to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an column inch from rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry baby, you'll get a much more… intimate… look later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across Rosmarinus officinalis's nerve and walking past her, leaving the Archangel splutter from her charge of arousal.

As genus Selene walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her perfect ass, which was swinging from side of meat to side with each step like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosmarinus officinalis materialized in the sum of New York, where all of the archangel were gathered and combining their force to put a repairing barrier around the urban center. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue luminance was passing between the building like a flood. The island of Edward Durell Stone was rumbling so violently that streets and buildings and crumbling as fast as the roadblock repaired them with immense fissures shooting through the city and opening up great fissures that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Hell is going on ?"Selene shouted over the boom of the shattering city as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue light replacing the blood-red hue on the sides of the edifice. His optic came to a block when he saw the lowest building between him and the horizon, seeing that the stone shaft that the city had carved into the major planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by discharge space with swirling dark-blue lights like the morning Borealis. As the end of the burrow rose up over the fence of Hellfire and continued to elevate above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New House of York had reached the heart of the planet, but instead of sitting in a molten moon of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional roadblock and entered the zero Void between universes. They had reached the halfway distributor point between world and hell on earth, having finally left the land of Cinereo. The fence of red region continued to sunburn around the metropolis, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the bottom of the shaft finally rose up over the marvelous skyscrapers, a cloud of dim blue lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the spear with a unmortgaged dark sky, fully severing New York from Earth like water flooding an undersea crack. Drifting down past the city like speckle of ash, human souls could be seen, wearing their wearing apparel from their death and wrapped in a sick aureole, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitant of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway gunpoint. future occlusion : Hell."



"We are in serious, serious problem,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Archangels, the head of police, the mayor, and several other man and Angel interpreter in city Hall."I don't know if it was Tenebrous himself that sent that Master of straining and colossus or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the grounds, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a span of them. We have just about reached the center between the world of the living and Hell, any day now the tool of stone around the urban center from the terra firma's mantle will disappear and this metropolis will vacillate in the null void between dimensions. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nothing to stop Tenebrous from sending every headmaster of Torture and heavyweight at us. He doesn't even have to give the ordination ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not for sure we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every Demon, Gargoyle, and sinner at us, but after what happened to the last Master of twisting and behemoth, I doubt he will be willing to send anymore of his most valuable strength. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one thing we have that can stop them. Unless they can somehow create some indestructible barrier that not even you can break, he won't hazard throwing his most powerful followers against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has be stamina and power as a Master of Torture, is able to summons a blast so mighty that not even they can block it. How is it that you fight at their stage and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand combat, but you can suddenly wipe them out with energy to spare ? Baltoh, we need to make out to a greater extent about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the paries.

Baltoh gave another suspiration."The bang has no figure because it uses neither Archangel nor Demon energy. It is powered solely by the rage and angriness within my philia, and I unleash that anger in a raw burst of power. Its power is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the existent vigor within my body, which is why the power of the blast and my own power are so far apart. I use my annexe to carry my madness to my halo, which I use as a release stop. former than that, there is goose egg else to it."

"drawing off get-up-and-go from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But plenty about that, tell me about the onward motion being made in promised land. What selective information has been found about the Throne of Cinereo ?"

"zero, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is cypher but a blasphemous urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a bingle mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the entropy in Heaven hasn't been searched, celebrate looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the knob of me Baltoh, no subject how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the elbow room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked eyes with Rosmarinus officinalis and shifted his gaze to the door, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosemary gave a small nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to go on discussing the logistics and obstruction in their path. In the dark hallway on the powerless metropolis Hall, Rosmarinus officinalis confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to hold back in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that blow fired five time over the last two hebdomad, and yet only now do you resolve to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not bend to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that nothing had been found about the potty of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a book of account from before the death of Christ."

"What did you come up ?"

"It talked about how the muscularity of this universe stock split into two different frequencies and forms after its birth : the light of Heaven and the swarthiness of blaze. It said that the only way to recreate the energy of Cinereo is to combine the forces of shadow and ignitor, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally ferment to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a crossbreed, rosemary, the first of all in universe. I know this Throne of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a load of bull, but if there is the bantam opportunity that it Is tangible, then Baltoh has the swell chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last people I would need to have the exponent of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither darkness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's incorrect. I think his emotions allow him to bond luminosity and darkness together to create that neon eruption. That's why its power is fall apart from his ; its not fueled by either half of his free energy, but of those two half fusing together into a hale new form of raw mightiness !

He's already on his way to achieving the Throne of Cinereo if it exists and I can not grant 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 world, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, Rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girl, my complete little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, master copy ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to tell the trueness. As a payoff, come up to the bedroom tomorrow Nox, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the city was halfway to Hades did not provoke morale ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from solid ground made everyone feel more hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New York could at least tell themselves that they still had planet earthly concern around them, but now, that comforter was gone. True, they could still get service and reinforcement from Heaven, but from this point in time forward, they were completely on their own and away from place, like a place bird that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, mollie pressed against his left side and Selene against his rightfulness. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lips bound to Selene's as their lingua danced around each former. While they made out, Molly kissed his chest and stroked his erection. After half a minute, Selene and Molly switched role, with Baltoh kissing Molly and Selene stroking his hawkshaw. A easygoing tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their lip.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"molly swore, raging 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 farsighted whip-like tail swishing from face to side. While Baltoh answered the threshold, Selene and mollie began to French kiss, with their naked bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the speech sound of the creaking door, both womanhood turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of bondage and submission, Rosmarinus officinalis, the proud and powerful archangel, came crawling in on all fours without any dress on. Her step-in had been tied around her face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his rump wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a leash. In her judgment, rosemary was glad than almost any former clip in her life history, and her pussy was already wet from expectancy. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling rim through her gag in stimulation. Just the impression of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous cleaning lady on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, 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 command,"he said, making rosemary tremble in arousal at the mental blissfulness of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and mollie, who were both smiling and shivering in hullabaloo at being able to play with her like a new toy."You girls have fun, I'm going to learn for a little while,"he said, releasing his nates from her throat and taking a arse in a chair by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all fours, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject field of a dog show and one of the Judges was inspecting her. genus Selene and mollie coyly sat up on either side of Rosemary and began exploring her naked consistence with their workforce, teasingly rubbing her mild skin with their palms and digit. rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panty between her teeth. Selene and Molly leaned back and smiled, watching rosemary's workforce ball into fists from sexual foiling and anticipation. She was an column inch away from begging them to celebrate touching her.

Leaning forward, Selene ran her lingua across Rosmarinus officinalis's lenient lips while Molly began rubbing her hand against her pussy with her thumb pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the carnal touching, even leaning back to try and get mollie to enter her. Finally, her entreaty were answered as mollie began working her thumb in her cocksucker like a belittled dildo and spitting on the ring, using her saliva as lubricant in Rosemary's pie-eyed 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 branch spread, putting her wet snatch on showing to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to solve my cunt ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior lip and then holding out her index and fingerbreadth in front of Rosmarinus officinalis's look, glistening with her crude. Before responding, rosemary shivered in transport as mollie doubled her efforts with her ovolo, as well as fingering her snap and peppering her low-pitched spinal column and smooth behind end with lustful kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her glossa between Selene's finger, as if practicing to explore the brim between her leg. The minute the tasteless fluid touched her tongue, a tremor of cloud nine ran through her torso from the sexual realization and symbolisation of the taboo act.

"What do you want ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lick your pussy. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her rosary bead wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her hands, inviting Rosmarinus officinalis 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 genus Selene's pussy like a religious artifact. Selene gave a soft vent of breath in joy, enjoying a strange and new sense of control over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a primordial growling as she laid her hand on the top of Rosmarinus officinalis's psyche and gently pushed down.

Phoebe invertebrate foot away, Baltoh was watching with a grinning and an erection hard and strong enough to hit a baseball. The tantrum before him was driving him violent with intimate hunger and hullabaloo : the wheeling of Selene's tongue across her rim as she shifted her school principal from side to side in bliss, the whimpers of pleasure being given off my Rosmarinus officinalis as she feasted on another woman's snatch for the 1st clip in her life, and the image of Molly's head buried between Rosemary's cute ass boldness as she worked her tongue back and forth in her anus.

rolling over, Molly lied down on her spinal column and moved her brain between Rosemary's peg. Raising her foreland, she flicked her tongue around velvet-textured opening of Rosemary's twat, sending shivers of happiness through her pale bare body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking rosemary's puss and working her fingers in her anus. Often, she would root for out her fingers and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"ejaculate up here and give me a osculation,"genus Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a thirsty grinning. Before making her way up to Selene's lips, Rosemary began kissing her body first.

decision making to exercise the dominant function that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair and raised her principal."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the background, Molly's failed attempts at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No Mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric tightness in her dresser at being scolded.

"Am I going to have to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, delight penalize me."

molly and Selene switched station with Rosemary staying on her hands and human knee. Molly against the headboard with an evil smile on her face and Selene sat behind rosemary, running her deal across the adult female's cushy rise up end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claw in prediction. Swinging her hand, genus Selene smacked Rosmarinus officinalis's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalise me, Mistress !"she yelped as a syncope red welt appeared on her adolescent buns end.

molly's thigh shook as she resisted the impulse to clamp her legs together against the warm ticklish thrill at the sound of Rosemary's happy cry. The wring tone of delight and pain in her sweet-smelling face was driving her wild with naughty desires. Selene ran her natural language across her palm and fingers as if licking off a pleasant-tasting taste, and then with her hand wet, she smacked rosemary's early ass brass, leaving a standardised welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the garden angelica.

For a few transactions, Baltoh and Molly watched intently as Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the submissive 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 stage, drop by drop.

"Have you learned your lesson ?"Selene asked, swinging her bridge player to allay the aching confidence trick in the cheek end. rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, Selene ran her hand across Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, up her rachis, and then lifted Rosmarinus officinalis's chin so that she was looking up at the soot black goddess with an innocent look on her face.

"Aw, angelic baby. Here, let mama arrive at everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left cheek. The cushy sweet touch was like ice cream after a spicy dinner party to Rosmarinus officinalis, and she licked her sassing from the sensual taste sensation it put in her mouth.

"There's a dependable young lady. Now, show me what you learned and get kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her lip with her legs bed cover and a hungry ‘ come hither'face in her center. Making for sure not to impact her, Rosemary crawled over to mollie, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and steadfastly breasts. Lowering her cheek, Rosmarinus officinalis gently brushed her back talk against molly's, relishing the experimental touch and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"molly whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and kissed her again, this metre swishing her tongue between Molly's piano lips. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own tongue into the Archangel's wet mouth, licking every street corner and inviting Rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a matter of seconds, they were Daniel Chester French kissing like a pair of porno whizz on Adam. Their knife were wrapped around each former and every drib of spit in their mouths was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breast as she watched them.

After a instant of gazing upon their make-out session, Selene lied down beside molly and joined in, with all three women holding their faces against each other as their lips and knife flirted in a wet animal hug. While they kissed, mollie and Selene began fingering each other while rosemary worked her finger's breadth between her own ramification. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum first to exudate from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to thrash 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 dessert clapping sound and observation as the ripples traveled through her body. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her head, inviting her to sample Rosemary's snatch. genus Selene smiled and kissed her friend, then positioned over her so that she could set out licking rosemary's slit and asshole, succulently working her tongue in the delectable orifices. While Rosmarinus officinalis ate out Molly and Selene ate out Rosmarinus officinalis, Molly contended herself with just laying her header back and relishing the bliss, while she reached out massage genus Selene's SOB with her middle fingerbreadth, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a broad smile as Rosemary's hums and soft groan of pleasure began to use up a high-pitched and louder tonus. Selene and Molly were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's grinning grew full and wider as Rosemary's groan signaled the climax like the beeping timer of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a strangle screech of seventh heaven into Molly's puss, as from her own, a huge splash of clear orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and chests of Selene and mollie. They both jerked back, eyes wide with a look on their faces like a duo of cats playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered.

With a smiling, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of Molly's titty, hungrily sucking on Molly's nipples and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the same to her.

Desperate for to a greater extent, genus Selene began working her finger's breadth quickly in Rosemary's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the climax before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her second, completely soaking Selene and Molly in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"genus Selene laughed as she rubbed the juices into her cutis like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how very much we can get. Rosemary, axial motion over."

Rosemary did as she was told and Molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her neck bent and her butt in the air. Selene moved over to Rosemary and settled herself on her look, the archangel loving the look of Selene's full-of-the-moon firm ass cheeks smothering her. Her thirsty wow increased in volume as molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her kitty and asshole.

With their tenaciousness and acquirement, the two Angels brought Rosemary to a one-third climax in record time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed Forth from between Rosmarinus officinalis's lips, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her sass give with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her look, breast and venter. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the atomizer soaked her like a shower, oiling her torso in the woman's orgasmic juice. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosmarinus officinalis's low breasts, slurping up the tissue layer of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, Molly rubbed Rosemary's snatch with her manus, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own torso and giving her silky human body as glorious shine. With their naked bodies slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each other like sealskin while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in idle lust. molly and rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her nipples in their suck rim while they each worked their fingers in her welcoming catch. Watching them, Baltoh could not stop pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his peter. He could no longer take it ; he needed to sense them.

With his putz standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three charwoman were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked torso wet with the new little girl's juices like consistency oil. Rosemary and mollie each used their fingers to spread Selene's pussy backtalk and call for him, with all three women lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and locked lips with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the only woman there to him while he entered her. Her snatch was so afford and volition for the insight, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's flashy gasp escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep CVA. While Selene was fucked, Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis continued lustfully sucking on her nipples and slathering her melon vine breasts with their lingua, while they reached across her compressed belly and began fingering each former. As he picked up speed, Selene was ineffective to maintain their kiss and laid her head back as she panted and moaned. For the next several bit, he fucked her with right shoves and ran his brim up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her flabby kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her booster's nerve with her bountiful breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering Molly in a unmarried confident drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like force, sending ripple through her hourglass consistency and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping speech sound of her ass cheek against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such power that she could not pass off, Molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her tit like nympho.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosmarinus officinalis set herself behind Selene with her legs banquet and her oculus filled with desire, yearning to again feel a fair sex's knife between the lips of her snatch. molly hungrily obliged, burying her case between Rosmarinus officinalis's melt off thigh and drinking in her succus as if dying from desiccation. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked Molly's ass and fucked Selene with his bottom, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosemary in that church service.

When he finally decided to pull out of Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis was spry to creep over to him and set out sucking him off, eager to exploit any chance to both taste the blonde lulu's juice and possess his cock in her back talk. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start up riding him, while pulling her over with his tail around her throat. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a soft whine of happiness at the genial tactual sensation of his sanction weighing down on her. The magnate in his vocalisation and the constriction of his tail around her soft throat was so oppressive, she even felt fright towards him, and that fear drove her gaga with foreplay. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the modest of moans as she lowered her petite body onto his cock.

Her young frame vibration, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his ass around her throat like a collar. She was leaned back, lifting only her downcast body as she fucked him. Helping her drive his cock, he wrapped his tail around her dresser and shoulder joint like a harness, using his muscles in the tentacle-like appendage to raise her and drop her onto it, impaling her with his cock. While she rode him, Selene and Molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet chirpy breasts.

With his powerful cycle, he quickly drew another spraying from ‘ Old fold ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her joy. Blinking to clear his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved Rosmarinus officinalis onto his face, sucking on her voiced wet insides while Selene mounted him. With her back to him on all foursome, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's pecker into her ass.

Lifting her body, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's turncock as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that time doing Pontius Pilate. With her breasts bouncing like round punching dish, Selene's deep grunts from the pulverization of her son of a bitch by Baltoh's stopcock were mixed with blissful moan as molly began licking the chocolate-shade sassing of her pussy. The third form of pleasure came from Rosemary. With genus Selene leaning back, Rosmarinus officinalis was lovingly kissing her neck and shoulders, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

genus Selene soon reached her showtime orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could solve the oil from her ass off his tool. As Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosmarinus officinalis from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. Rosmarinus officinalis quickly moved off his now wet nerve, eager to appease her Master and fulfil her mistress. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all fours with her dark-brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry verbalism on her face. Spreading her ass nerve with one hand and hefting with manhood with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his entire rooster in her shapely ass.

With her anus slackening every second to accommodate his bulging dick, Baltoh began moving at increasing swiftness, fucking her without suspension. Molly's altogether dead body shook with each mystifying thrust and she was giving an unintentional gurgling oink as he slammed the farthest quoin of her anatomical sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching Rosemary the art of scissoring. The two women were grinding their kitty together and moaning at the kinky jot of their soft brim making out like a duad of lovers.

With all the apparent motion the four orgy members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point of collapse. Throughout the frame, piece of ass and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden pieces were separating. As the grouping continued moving harder and faster, the unit frame became as slack and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three cleaning lady turned to him like Arabian tea hearing the chess opening of a can of food for thought, and like computerized tomography hearing the opening of a can of solid food, they all wanted to fill their mouths. Molly was the fast, quickly turning around and claiming his pecker with her lips and clapper. But in all candor, 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 unmanageable, he was able to enter her and begin taking a slow yet steady charge per unit of insight and recantation. It only took Baltoh a few moment to get used to the position before he took his usual machinegun rhythm, hammering her ass with almost brute focal ratio. Rosmarinus officinalis's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their sassing locked and tongue dancing. At the end of the chain, Selene was working her finger's breadth in mollie's arse, increasing the number as the minutes ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your whole hand in my ass,"Molly groaned as genus Selene managed to work four fingerbreadth in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingers, licking them clean of molly's wetness while her arsehole sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her pollex. Molly's breathing became heavy and she groaned as she tried to accept her devotee's hand. Not slowing down, Selene worked her entire bridge player into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet gentleness for her interior. She slowly retracted her manus and again licked it clean. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a large chunk of saliva into her fingers and then smeared around the entrance the interior, making Molly hum in kinky euphoria. genus Selene reinserted her hand, this time closing it into a clenched fist and pushing it deeper into molly's ass, making her cry out from the sizing and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, Baltoh couldn't assist but watch in astonishment as genus Selene fisted her friend, working her hand in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the recondite corners of mollie's asshole, with mollie on her workforce 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 filthy idea.

"Do it in molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

Molly smiled and lowered her chief down so that her arse was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her whole body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal throbbing, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to molly. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over place, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against mollie's gaping dickhead. genus Selene was lying with her pass between Molly's thigh with her mouth give, waiting to catch any drops that came her way. Her ebony consistence shook with each brawny thrust Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his strength and loving the feeling of her tender soft interior. rosemary was biting her lip and giving a shrill whimper as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to meet everyone and bring Forth another spray.

The group's forbearance was rewarded once Rosemary had her coming, pairing it with a childish screech of felicity as a splattering of climactic juices sprayed from between the petal lips of her snatch like the popping of a water balloon. Selene laughed as countless pearl landed on her side and in her mouth and Molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her pussy juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me,"Molly whispered, trying to keep from spilling any.

"Just hold,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids oceanic abyss into her body and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, nookie my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from rosemary as lubricator to be active through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rocky sea, Rosmarinus officinalis stood beside him, running her hand across his chest of drawers and fingering herself while they French kissed. down feather below, Selene was hungrily licking Molly's bit and drinking the juice that were trickling from her asshole. To the wonderful euphony of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked Molly for ten straight minutes without slowing down or stopping to becharm his intimation. Once he pulled out of her, Rosmarinus officinalis was ready to lick her cocksucker light and genus Selene took his prick in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another orgasm and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a smile on her face and rub it into her skin.

seizing Baltoh's script, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her snatch against the shaft of his cock while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the soft wet lip and get in nice and mysterious. With Baltoh's cock right where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her pelvic girdle, swinging her low-down eubstance so that her buff's peter swept the interior of her puss like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished mahogany table, Selene's one shot ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender consistence. Beside them, Molly and rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

belongings Selene in his arm, Baltoh sat up with her body English-Gothic architecture to his, her ramification wrapped around his torso and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his arms, he began moving her altogether body like a knocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her nice and deep, drawing forth moans of pleasure with her angelic voice as he brought her so close to having another sexual climax that just the upheaval and anticipation was driving her Thomas More wild than an factual one.

After a fourth of an hour, he sensed that it was once again meter to switch places. Gently lowering her down, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to mollie and Rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each early over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked mollie first, holding himself above her in a push-up fashion with her pegleg around his waist and her pussy elevated.

entering her with double-dyed aim, he began moving his body in a wave, sending a pendulous rippling through his ramification and vertebral column to pull out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few bit, he switched to Rosmarinus officinalis, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her lesbian buff and began kissing Selene's consistence, idolizing her beautiful bod. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the impression of mollie's back talk against her bare skin. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was meter to commute places.

He rolled off of Rosmarinus officinalis and Molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his dick in the reverse-cowgirl situation. Molly's physical structure shook as Baltoh's cock stuffed her pussy to its level best electrical capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hand on her pelvis so that he would have room to point. Driving up like a piston, 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 body stationary, Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis crawled up and each began sucking on her tit, pulling on them with their lip and bathing them with their tongues. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his shaft into her anus. Molly's moan took a much lower and thick hum as he began fucking her cocksucker with almost brutal amphetamine, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave Molly her umptieth sexual climax, Baltoh pulled out and twine on his English, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore rosemary, desperate for another anal pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but mighty pace. molly had her neck bent between Rosmarinus officinalis's scatter wooden leg and was licking the corner of her pussy with Baltoh's moving calamus rubbing against the tip. genus Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hands across his body while he sucked on her breasts.

Once he regained his acquaintance with the situation, he was capable to make love Rosmarinus officinalis at full speed, but in order to proceed this beat going, he had to turn his attending away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the backbone of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nothing more than to experience Baltoh against her in a loving embrace.


As Rosmarinus officinalis soaked the bed with her climax, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal sinew trying to kick out his cock. Upon its remotion, rosemary got up and turned around, taking his cock in her oral fissure. While Rosmarinus officinalis diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and sassing, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for dear life. Through their feeling, he could feel her emotions, her have it away desperation. The sexual impulse he had built up had slowed, the blast extinguished. As if Rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is putz from her flabby oral cavity and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the lip, making them both grinning."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his hand against her smooth cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and genus Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a strong but tedious footstep. She was clawing at his spinal column, unable to leave a bull's eye on his steely cutis as he touched all the correctly seat at the perfect speed and in unflawed succession in a way that only a true fan could. Watching them, Molly had a tender grinning on her expression from her envy of their relationship. She knew that the humankind they were in was all there own, and she should let them refill their romantic privacy for a slight bit. She then looked at rosemary and giggled at the look of rejection of hunger for attention on her face.

Wrapping her implements of war around Rosemary, he pulled her aside to go away half of the bed to the two devotee."seminal fluid here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my favorite number."



Three 60 minutes and dozens of orgasm later, Baltoh, Selene, rosemary, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the canvass tangled. The bed itself was now on the level since the frame had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic succus of the three women, to the highest degree of which came from rosemary. cum was EVERYWHERE. The paries had been painted, the roof splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to run and the pussies and asses of the three womanhood were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the waistline down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a tenacious cascade,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked cheek off his chest.

"And some crutches,"molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the hump, contusion, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as she tried to dislodge her hands from the handlock made from her panties.



"So, any luck in finding info on the toilet of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an power building rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer lies and head game we find on that blasphemous insult, the better."

"Damn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as fiend lineage runs through his veins, he is the keen menace to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the pot of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then things will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or messiah, yet I hear mutterings about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the issue of a cult following and there is no way to intercept it. We are long past the use of memory wipes, the drapery has been lifted on the cosmos. Now, it is not Lord the people are seeing behind that curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The adjacent night…

"Master, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into blaze. While on the control surface, the space above and around the city was darkness with dim swirling lights like a deliquium aurora, underneath the metropolis, the flames of Hell rising up through the Null Void between property was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, deluges of attack and hotness were pounding the rough island that the metropolis was sitting on without suspension like the choppy sea on a beach drop-off. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping spotter for behemoth and Masters of twisting. I know we would normally have Angels acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the surface, not for a single second. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my blow,"he said without taking his centre off of the burning violent storm below them.

Before rosemary could respond, a refrain of thunder as forte as the Krakatoa eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis have to comprehend their ear."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to kindle one of his blasts.

As his halo began spinning between the tips of his four wing, his foeman came into scene in the inferno. They were five colossus, all swarming towards New York with rakehell luxuria. The first was a colossal milliped with the diameter of the Empire State building and a organic structure well over two miles long. It had one cracking black eye and a backtalk filled with scimitar-like fang. The second resembled a moth but with prominent mightily legs, jagged annex spraying poisonous substance gas, a mat of quills instead of fur, and French horn in place of its antennae. The third gear looked like a triceratops but with much yearner and more pliant limbs, tenacious claws and carnivorous fang, and a yoke of extension. The fourth part looked like an bird of Jove with its face hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as sharp and hard as a steel razor. The fifth had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with flank burning with blackamoor flames and was just as large and powerful as any Titan.

With a roar of determination, Baltoh fired a warning shot down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as much power as a hydrogen turkey, a mere fraction of its full mogul. The Titans all dodged the blast with relaxation and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : turn back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every free fall of energy I have in a single blast !"

"You can't drink down all of us !"The centipede giant hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first motion will face up oblivion ! A duo of you might be able to put off, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to clear that forfeit ?"he roared with a demonic growl in his throat.

The Titans all shied away at his threat, giving one hold up despiteful bellow 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 take back from safeguard tariff, but when her acquaintance and sapphic lover showed up with zip to do and bored out of her mind, it didn't take much to actuate a immediate pass. With their soft wet kitty grinding and kissing each other, both women cried out in felicity as they had their net sexual climax and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their tit 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 fond today,"Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became mum."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do do it you."

With a small grinning, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her backtalk against mollie's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's incorrect ?"

Her friend and sapphic lover hesitated before speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his favorite, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in sexual love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's response would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm grinning and cupped mollie's face."That's wonderful, when did this start ?"

"Right after that beginning battle, I asked Baltoh to make love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to intend it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed strong tactile sensation for him ever since, and you want to pick up him say it again."

"wellspring we've been talking a lot since our low threesome so I've gotten to know him, not to mention he is the absolute sterling fan I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could take in what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a contender between us, I just want us all to be well-chosen together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has standardized smell for you, then you and I will be equals in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as Hell not going to quit inviting you to bring together us. We may even get Rosemary to join our little folk, I'm certain starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a suspiration filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two women then leaned forward and kissed, letting their lips join over and over again in a wet synergistic bond while they ran their hands across each other's naked dead body and their erect nipples brushed against each early over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my girls ?"he asked with a smile as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her ally in the spot.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's words, mollie got to her substructure, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a pounding erection as he looked at her beautiful luscious body and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"mollie began, drawing his care back to her. He looked deep into her eyes, noting the nervousness on her face. It was just like that time on the roof of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can love me just as you and I love her. I don't care if you love her more than me. I don't forethought if she is your darling. 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 boldness. Baltoh took a thick breathing place and looked back at Molly with doubtfulness on his expression."I'm sorry, but I can't love you the way I love Selene."

Selene's smile faded and Molly looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes with a minor but ardent smile,"that doesn't mean I don't love you, in a completely unequalled way and in the bail that only you and I could share."

mollie lit up like a Yule Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and with Selene watching them with the same grin she would suffer while watching the well-chosen ending of a love tarradiddle, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each other and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the human relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lips finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. derive on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a standardized girlish giggle, molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her naked body next to Selene's. Giving a warm grinning, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two calendar week, conflict raged endlessly between the host of nirvana and Hell in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no Sir Thomas More Masters of Torture attacked the city, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from scalawag giant attacking on their own. A aggregate of six bang-up heavyweight attacked the city over the course of action of the siege, each time needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's rage gust. The withstander were lucky that Tenebrous had the commitment and respect of the majority of the Titans, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the man and Angel Falls population would take aim a heavy toll. More and to a greater extent the great unwashed were being recruited to fight the unholy threat as consistency were burned and slay friends and loved ones were mourned. In the concrete hobo camp of New York, it was impossible for bodies to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flaming until not even ash remained. The city streets were awkward with dry blood and reeked from the aroma of buttered carcasses, and just keeping some sense of sanitization was requiring as much effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing figure had a Ag lining it was that there were at to the lowest degree to a lesser extent mouths to feed.

After the battle against the Master of Torture and his Titan climb, the masses viewed Baltoh in a new light and his subject matter of prayer was taken literally among a large population of the man and Angel indweller. In the established shelters scattered throughout the city, countless small clusters of people could be found aggroup 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 human race in the chaotic times.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not handle if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them good from the army of darkness and fighting evil. In between engagement, when he wasn't healing the spite and repairing buildings, he was spending time and making love with genus Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their trio, though much of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to domesticate his growing opinion and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive modification in so short circuit of sentence could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive aura of a Titan-level monster woke Baltoh up from his uneasy slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's centre bolted unfold as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straitjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two fan quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking trajectory. Soaring across the urban center, Baltoh's heart seemingly became still in his bureau as he sensed multiple entities approaching Scheol, all master copy of agony and behemoth. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the order for them all to snipe ? Was he or one of the Princes of Hades leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to shake as great fissure cracks opened up in the dry river bottom nearby with tongues of crimson fervour leaping out. Falling into the abyss, enceinte sections of the river bottom began to crumple, opening up a hollow between the urban center and Hell. With a soul-crushing presence, over a twelve black flying lizard rose up from the firing, each as large as the two-headed masher that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian methamphetamine hydrochloride and were just as sharp, their claws were an eerie and sickening shade of white similar to the face of a stiff, their red heart glowed like bonfire, liquid shadow fire dripped from their colossal Fang instead of spittle, and their expansive extension were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the backs of each firedrake Titan like a flee on a dog stood a schoolmaster of Torture, each indistinguishable in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is out of the question. Even if I were to use one of my blasts, there is no way I would be able to wipe out more than a dyad before the repose learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of inhuman mercury running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her vocalism thick with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to suppress his own terror. He had to be potent, he had to endure, and he had to keep fighting for her, no issue what."We're going to win,"he said with all the confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the Angelica Archangelica at the banking company of the river, already having summoned four Hope Beacons and prepared for battle. Among them were molly and all of the Angel, knowing that their intensity would be needed. However, instead of beginning their besieging on the city, the lord of straining just hovered in post on their backing, as if just waiting for something.

A minute passed before Baltoh had the courageousness to speak up."Are you here to fight down or not ? !"he demanded with his annulus between his wings, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a field of light.

"No, we are just here for the appearance,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a tending in the world.

"What show ?"genus Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you live what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The hunting for the Throne of Cinereo had drowned in the sea of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to figure out a way to end the madness.

"The pyrotechnic should take up in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to excite wildly. Back on ground, the covered stadium of black smoke around where New House of York had been, the last barrier keeping the forces of netherworld back, began to afford up while the Hell flames surged up the peter carved into the satellite like a lamp chimney attack. A hole opened up in the very top of the bean, and like a vacuum cleaner, the air and red region was dragged out with an ear-splitting razzing, almost like a hulk steam jet. A curtain of burning clouds began to lucubrate outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the globe with black lightning crepitation and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on ground simultaneously fell to their genu, split streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Heaven, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the Book of Revelation. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the force-out of wickedness. In every country across the globe, people began praying desperately to every deity they could think of to deliver their souls as the bulwark between globe and infernal region opened up.

As the noodle up on Earth opened up like a blossoming heyday, the city of New York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the universe of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, edifice and city cube were falling away into sin with tidal wave of bloody fervency surging upwards in their topographic point. The city itself was being consumed by the inferno as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other garden angelica fell to their articulatio genus, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the forces of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the domain. We were supposed to protect the universe and all life on every planet, but we couldn't even protect one city. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with acid rip streaming down his face.

His whole trunk blunt, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her case in her hands. mollie was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her face. The sound of Selene's tearful sobs pierced his eye like a out of practice sword, hurting him more than any physical wound could. He stepped over to her and molly moved aside, letting him kiss Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening streaks on her cheeks.

"Always remember that everything I did was out of love for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a heart, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his wings and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to hazard everything and challenge luck,"he said, placing his hands on the iron hamper and rosary chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will kill you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the power boost may be just enough to let me change the place ! If I can't seal the portal, I can at least try to slow down it down and take as many Demons as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingerbreadth underneath the beaded cord and metal bonds, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became grievous with energy and drew the attention of the master key of Torture. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their swords and leapt from their climb, terrified of what would happen.

"Stop him ! He must not break those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never take into account iniquity to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"genus Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the hamper off like paper bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of blackened and Au light 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 annihilation. Clinging to the ground for costly liveliness, Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling crack cocaine of superpower. Over the speech sound of Wave after undulation of Energy surging out from him, everyone could see Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the passkey of Torture were being held in the clutches of their Titan backing, having been caught when the surge in push sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing crack of power, filled with terror as the luminousness and moody energy of the whirlpool fused together into a neon-silver pelter, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused archangel and daimon mogul together into a unharmed new effect !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raffaello Santi cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging might interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was able to reply the doubtfulness in her mind. ‘ The breaking of the bond and rosary chains, they are releasing so a great deal great power in his dead body that they are being forced to bond together, like gas being compacted to the point of becoming a liquid state ! It's not possible ; his consistence should have been ripped apart instantly from the sheer air pressure and raft of the zip building up inside of him ! By breaking both his trammel and his prayer beads beads, it's like they are canceling out each early's damaging affects and leaving him whole ! His big businessman aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each other ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to transcend past times his— ‘

eve her inner thoughts were silenced as the crack of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The great fiery deluge of big businessman continued to produce, surging upwards through the emptiness between dimensions and crashing against the barrier between the macrocosm of the living and infernal region. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the door carved into the Earth, moving through the shaft in the mantelpiece and crust like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the area formerly around New York to escape the spraying Hell flames, but they were stopped absolutely in their tracks as the end of the dome of pitch-black weed shattered like glass and a brilliant gale of force surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at century of miles per second, the twisting torrent of push consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in space, astronauts observing the major planet from orbiting artificial satellite watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of twinkle wrapped around the state of New York, New England, the eastern seashore, all of United States, and the entire Western cerebral hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In LE than a minute, the ground and the gyrating power eruption looked like a bowlder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across Earth, architectonic photographic plate grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer layers of the major planet, the sea formed undulating tidal wave across its surface, and the cloud became great spinning typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with slap-up genius than ever before in their creation and ignominious yap became like ivory as they were bombarded by more Energy they could absorb. Around the world, the flaming cloud of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of light and power surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear blowup. People continued praying but at new speed and with fresh passion, believing this to be the body of work of a god. For the first time, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to jam out the blinding light, Selene held onto the ground for dear life as wave after wave of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so cheeseparing to Baltoh, like his facial expression was and in from hers and their lips were just above to come to. Tears streaked her face, but she did not cognize why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love,"she whispered.

In the very heart of the storm, Baltoh continued his cry of exertion as he tried to work everything that was happening to him. The potency and might he felt flooding his body and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his master hybrid big businessman to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit candle to the Gamma ray volley of the death of a star. While outright power entered his soundbox, knowledge and understanding flooded his psyche, bringing onward omnipotence and unparalleled Wisdom, allowing him to fully understand what was happening and the transformation that was taking berth.

In Heaven and Hell, Lord and Tenebrous looked up in daze, sensing what they originally thought was unsufferable. Against all betting odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with touch if not greater ability than their own. They were witnessing the parturition of a new Z deity, one who would exchange the status quo in a way that the three world 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 unhurt consistence shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to mend their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the archangel fell to their genu, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a strong-arm transformation with the process. His clothes had gone from drear grey to a deep blue, his dark fuzz had become blond, and his pale complexion had become a healthy tan. His pincer were gone, having been replaced with low alloy plates that protruded from his flesh and covered his knuckles and backs of his fingers and script like tiles. His butt was also missing. Instead of French horn or a halo, he had a toy galaxy rotating above his head. His four wings had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no cloth ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the cosmos, with the wiz, nebulae, and bright clouds of dust and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at infinite itself. concluding but not least, his eye had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver tintinnabulation, all stretching out from his lucky irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"genus Selene asked with her voice trembling and her soundbox refusing to move.

With the most warm and peaceful expression to ever frustrate her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her body from the mental paralysis her headache had inflicted and filling her with relief and felicity. He then began to walk over to her, with every tone he took causing the ground around him to thrill and for a soft deep hum to be heard, like the sound of a submarine sandwich at the peril of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eye widened as her genius was overpowered by the joy of a thousand simultaneous orgasms, while a projection of the nascence of the world and all of its history was played for her thinker's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that answer your question ?"he whispered when her rim finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the delight end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his weapons system with their sass dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his vocalization weak.

With his grin widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her buss, as if going through a meat withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the Masters of straining snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in hand.

With a monstrous boom, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made contact, the daimon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his existence was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in shock in awe as an inconspicuous forcefulness cast the schoolmaster of torture aside with his body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his existence. It was as if by cosmopolitan law, beings not of Baltoh's level of divinity were taboo to touch him without his tolerance, and the almighty master copy of distortion had just realized the penalty for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require to a greater extent substantiation ?"

"Retreat !"one of the Masters of Torture howled before leaping onto the back of his vestige firedrake and steering it back into sin, followed by all his Comrade desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bail bond would allow me to reach the Throne of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the king of shadow and sparkle together into a single Godhead force, it seems I was able to transcend into a higher being and achieve the mantle of a god. Here, let me evidence you."

He snapped his finger and everyone fell to their knee joint as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the nothingness at breakneck speeds. Without any transition, the vacate space and blanch swirling lights were replaced with the stone putz that the city had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the shaft below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the blue clear sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their shelters and looked at the sky and the white swarm, listened to the sound of the river pick back up, and smelled the reinvigorated air. As one, every human and Angel raised their men and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again solid and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no Prince of Darkness or Gargoyle may ever pass over over, even if summoned by human. Never again shall the legions of Hades be any threat to this universe of discourse or its life forms. The barrier between this universe and nirvana has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of paradise or Jehovah may enter this realm or hell on earth without my permission. As the Celestial avatar, their exponent can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, ineffective to believe that not only was the battle over, but that the demand for Angels and archangel was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one matter I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Hell and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of hellhole is to penalize the wicked in the name of justice, not serve as the torture dungeon of world and house and upraise the forces of evilness. Tenebrous and his demonic horde have corrupted Hell with their glum ambition and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to extirpate wickedness, and now I finally have the force to do it and bring justice to the unit of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"genus Selene said with equal determination.

Baltoh regained his grinning and gave her a cushy kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not hold on 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 recondite breath and pulled off the rood-tree around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my ticker, my dedication, and my allegiance. From this point forward, I am not an Angelica Archangelica of Jehovah, but a servant of the Celestial avatar,"she said, drawing harsh glares and gasps disbelief from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll unconstraint God Almighty and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will get together you for this final quest. Count me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a place where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your side of meat in Hell,"Raffaello Santi said as he joined the grouping and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the former Archangels gave similar margin call of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was class from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the last sentence you draw you're steel. Don't you want it to take place while fighting side by side of meat with your Quaker ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. Several bit passed by, with only the wind and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and shook Baltoh's hired hand."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the coast of the Isle of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded by a directly sea of red region, burning for eternity and stretching forth without mete. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson clouds and dim lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the wasteland landscape painting of the isle of the Damned lay burning fields, lakes of bubbling magma, woods of undead tree, and millions of hoi polloi getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and Sinners of underworld, all in the most brutal and cruel style potential. But no affair how much the multitude suffered, they would not die or even turn a loss awareness. Their bodies would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could continue to suffer.

Among the people being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With rusty blade and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptic landscape in fear and terror while desperately trying to fly the coop from pain, if only for a short time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"genus Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the Burning lea of the Isle of the Damned, the 1st zone of Scheol. This is where new prisoners appear and where escaped captive flee to in the hopes of some chassis of safety. It is a battlefield, with the deceased someone fighting in and endless and hopeless war in order to escape their torment and penalisation. Considering how this is always a field of honor, it's not surprising that it is also part of the rope of ira. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raphael asked.

"We are going to disembarrass the unjustly punished. There are far too many captive here, innocent souls cursed for all eternity for minor infractions and sine. I may have been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by Justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his vocalisation carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the isle of the Damned, hundreds of grand of suits of armor began to happen, made of glistening blue alloy and undestroyable silver that glowed like the stars. Protruding from their backs were with child annexe that seemed to be made out of hydrargyrum while in their hands were bladed weapons that were as long as car and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretch between the two points, parallel to the spinal column of the blade. The arm was designed to be held with both helping hand far apart, for a powerful offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a magic spell like that performed,"Rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a spell that I myself invented from the power of the cosmea. Cinereo is the creation from which Shangri-la and Hell budded off from and its vitality was both the designer and materials from which Archangel and Demon spells were formed. Having acquired the potty of Cinereo, I now have the power to produce new celestial spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armor marched across the burning field in formation. Echoing throughout the isle of the Damned, their synchronized footfalls shook the ground and echoed through nether region. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their massive leaf blade and carving through pearl and flesh with ease. They trekked through the forage of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every time they came upon a homo psyche, they would scan the individual to place whatever it was that had banished that individual to Hell, and if the person received their sentence through a serious criminal offence like rape, theft, criminal conversation, or unjust murder, then they were left behind. But if they were only hangdog of small harmless sins, then the suits of armor would open up like blossoming flower and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the wooing of armor, the condemned soul would be given nifty strength and big businessman, even beyond Archangels. With this new intensity level, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A great fantasm filled the crimson sky as an army of Demons appeared, bringing onward Conjuring Necropolises and graveyard of the Damned to instantly summon M of Gargoyles and Sinners to recapture the prisoner of Hell. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to pick of speed. Half of them took flight while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loud roar echoed from abstruse within the Isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to spring up. They were of all eccentric, creeds, and forms, ranging from black dragons, infernal birds, nightmarish insects, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged brute with monstrous forcible characteristics, and countless former animal that were declamatory enough to tread down a city and were adorned with horrifyingly infernal appearances.

With a snap of his fingers, Baltoh summoned suits of armour for all of the Archangels, as well as Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their suit of armor as it wrapped around them like genus Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed captive below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding mask and a futurist motorcycle helmet, with their annulus burning in the center of a large aureate fireball that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a very much sleeker and Thomas More form-fitting design, with amber lining every plate and an emblazoned cross on the pectus plateful. On top of fluent metal chassis, each piece and shell fit together like reptilian scales but with broad solid protection like fixture armour metal plating. For the men, their armor had a certain bulkiness, while the women's armor was more slender and pliant, while still consisting of enceinte solid plates. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their brand, each remade with heavy durability and cutting top executive.

For Molly, Rosemary, and genus Selene, there armor was even more than unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their glory had been completely replaced with toy solar systems, quite alike to the integral miniature wandflower above Baltoh's, and each with a genuine egg-sized star and ten planets orbiting around it, five going around in one focussing and five going in the other. While retaining their Au lining, the plateful of their armor had changed in colouring material, switching from pearly Edward D. White to a very late and dreary amobarbital sodium and decorated with patterns of minor infield that looked like stars. Instead of a cross like the others, their chest home had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two eternity symbols overlapping at the pith perpendicularly with a sun within each loop-the-loop. concluding but not to the lowest degree, their wings themselves had gained a new sort, gaining a Mercury membrane in place of their feather.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in amazement, feeling their exponent horizontal surface skyrocket. Selene, Molly, and rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your stop number, strength, and power up beyond my other storey. Consider it a talent, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of Angels to turn my Celestial Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the great power of the creation and ingredient as your while, and knowledge of how to use them will come naturally. With these enhancement, I believe I can lead these Titans to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his digit, more than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge fire mushroom swarm formed deep in realm, as if the world's most powerful atomic bomb calorimeter had just been detonated. Everyone watched in repulsion and gagged as they felt a iniquity and heavy sense of apprehension as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"Old Nick, the first of all netherworld Prince and caster of judgment upon the new arrival. Oh look, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll produce it agile, just puddle sure you take cheat of those titan,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing presence of the approaching Hades Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their apprehension and returning their turmoil and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's Christian Bible, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to level a darkness pulsation, a meliorist charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to stimulate the power to fight back. The savage released the bang, tearing apart the infertile ground and barely missing the armored fighter. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two ends of her weapon into the top of its skull and making sure not to lose any impulse or to pull the sword out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her vane to cut its mind in half down the heart. As she ran down its back, her vane cut down its neck opening, into the pectus, and carved right through its melanise heart. The creature fell over dead with its brains and line spilling out onto the arid soil.

A Demon flew towards a Crusader like a striking bird of Jove, skimming just over the ground with a shaft in her script. She reached out to stab the Crusader, but he blocked with his weapon, granted More than enough strength by his armour to face the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained power, the Crusader reached out and grabbed the demon by the pharynx and slammed her John L. H. Down into the soil with devastating power, making her cough lineage from all the sliced line and nervure in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped sword and swung it down onto the Demon, cutting her in half down the middle.

A reformer flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down waving of shadow fire into Baltoh's ground forces. The beast noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the enterprisingness, the Crusader flew by its backstage and cut right through the membrane of leathery flesh that allowed it to celebrate flight. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its rear. The Gargoyle reached up with its prat to try and blast the reformer, but he dodged with ease before he raised his artillery and slashed the wolf across the rear of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had command of its dead body. It struggled to flap its hurt flank, but it could not get flight. Just before it crashed into the ground, the Crusader imbedded his weapon in the slice in the back of the Gargoyle's neck. The dark colossus landed in a electrocution flying field, tossing stain and Isidor Feinstein Stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its cervix, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to excite as fissures opened up in the ground. Fire poured out of the gaps in the world and Brobdingnagian skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the army of meliorist. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several nighttime Pulses into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the social reformer without any distinction.

"cum on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid metallic element wings and barb towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't first without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own huge cleaver.

With their tenacious fuzz hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two women zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for engagement. molly was the maiden to reach the radical and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a hollo of determination, she spun around in the air and swing the archway blade with all of her strong point, imbedding the edge in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, pass formed across its skull like a wanderer web and its unharmed cranium shattered in a brilliant explosion, as if the blade had been lined with claymore mine mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.

Moving faster than a speeding bullet, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating squawk rightfulness to its spine between its ribcage and its renal pelvis, crippling it with easiness. The gargantuan freak roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its wickedness Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the priming, Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a live on smoke, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the side as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by Molly who came along and cut off all their hands with her meat cleaver. Falling back to plan her succeeding movie, Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of knowledge flow through her judgement. instruction manual for a spell were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the operating instructions, she began to dredge up her energy, feeling it naturally direct and orchestrate itself.

Driven by unstoppable inherent aptitude, she pointed her hand and called out,"Celestial Art : Lighting Obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling bolt of stark electricity erupted from her palm, as inviolable if not stronger than a theology Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by Archangels, this was true elemental electric office, not an imitation made of holy energy. Moving almost at the speed of light, the massive surge struck a Bleak in the core of its breast, shattering its rib and severing its spine. As the dying monstrosity began to warp, she fired again, this clip blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"Molly hollered.

Glowing like neon gas, silver wind wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her head. With a roar of self-assurance, she threw the artillery at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing tornado. The tower of glowing jazz charged into the trio of skeleton in the closet and knocked them back like a charging cop. As they fell to their primer, every bone in their eubstance split up into lots of flawlessly-cut sections, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser balance beam. The blade returned to Molly like a boomerang and she gained a across-the-board smile underneath the tint trash visor of her helm. She finally had the true strength to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to clear a sure competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her ribbon at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."celestial Art : Cosmic puppy love !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a shelling of Dark Pulses, their bodies began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting clangoring, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a burthen leash and crashed into the reason, shattering on shock. genus Selene had increased the force of gravity on their torso, multiplying their own weight unit by more than ten shut down and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : Star Birth !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a sphere of red light scene across the open infinite and hit its mark on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the pearl and entering its skull. Selene cracked a smile and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom cloud, originating from inside its drumhead. The spell she had just used mimicked the fiery fusion physical process that takes billet in sensation, causing a small-scale atomic explosion inside the beast. It was basically a cracker compared to the nuclear explosions caused by atomic bombs, being only substantial enough to eradicate a city occlusion. She pointed at two to a greater extent Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them form the interior out with small nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : meteoroid Obliteration !"mollie cast, holding out her hands.

From the basis, a volcanic bowlder was pulled free and flew up to molly. She pressed her hands against it and the bowlder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the same speeding as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The Boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the centre of its chest, creating a transonic roar in the air that instantly reduced its entire body to dot. The meteor shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the satellite's gravitational pull. By the meter it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the major planet, and it would only bear one luck before shooting off into the completely empty infinite. For a split second, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that light touch was more than enough to rocket a tidal wave of attack out of orbit. The flaming swarm was almost as prominent as the planet itself and Hell shook wildly from the light-headed yet sudden impact.

She called forth another Boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to sidestep to avoid strong-arm touch, but even without touching the flying boulder, the transonic bunce of its impulse created a shockwave in the air that shattered the full rectify side of its body in a fraction of a second. As the slain creature crumbled like demolished building, Molly looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two friends looked at each other and then to the last Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper speed, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to drum the former in Demon-killing and have the higher sexual conquest. The Bleak was just about to plunge a Dark Pulse at the two women when they appeared in movement of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the face with enough power to ruin its head.

With the Bleaks taken concern of, the cleaning woman both gave the mental bid to retract their helmets and their armour obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a puzzle box. With ardent grin on their faces, genus Selene and molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : Maker Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millepede Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan creature had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a flow of window pane from its fanged mouth. With a roar, Michael punched the Titan in the middle of its body with all of his posture, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its body. The bulk of Demon spirits howled in pain sensation as every blood vessel in its long physical structure ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the spell, he would have probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

Blind and in agony but still very often alive, the Titan hissed and launched a Dark Pulse hefty enough to hide a pile range. With golden flames automatically burning along the blade, Michael swung his blade and cut through the flack, protecting himself from its destructive power like Grandma Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a hitch, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both hands. With blinding intensity, the lucky flames around the brand surged upwards, multiplying in size over a 100 times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of fervency, the giant was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal energy within the golden flames. At its pique, the steel was the itinerary of a golden burning tornado, larger than any crack on Earth. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : combustion moonlight Slice !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the Titan, ripping its head and the upper half of its consistency in half.



"holy person Art : fishgig of Destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his hand out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely plume at him.

Upon his command, over a hundred beam of light of light began firing from his handwriting, each deflexion and straightening out with the golden voulge blade at the remainder leading them. The blades of Energy Department and the giant wings collided with each other like bullet train in the air. Such a feat was impossible without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his amphetamine was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the giant without ending his original spell. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundreds of massive vim blade bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten warhead of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the dateless current of steel striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to pieces. It was utter long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flair that was bright than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright light and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the perfect opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its hands in a single slash. The Titan howled in agony and clutched the bleeding stump as the lop manus fell into the burning sea with a massive splash. Spinning around, the Titan swung his nates in an attack to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raffaello Sanzio stopped the massive onslaught with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one movement of his sword.

"Demon Art : ogre virgule !"the giant roared, raising its one proficient bridge player and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five invisible border that were each powerful enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven,"Raffaello Sanzio calmly hummed, holding out his steel.

Before the slice could gain him, a golden gate, as large as the forepart of Mt. Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the holy energy that the gate was radiating with, the invisible blade couldn't even slip between the bars.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the titan could even realize what has happened to it, a wooden crossbreed that was twice as declamatory as the Empire State Building fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its intense weight unit and blasting its black spirit rightfulness through its chest.



"Celestial Art : suppression Sea !"rosemary shouted as she dodged the dark beat of a tiger behemoth with a mat of flight feather on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of H2O appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a deafening waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drainage that lead to the behind of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the Burning Pastures, extinguishing the fire and slamming into the Titan as a powerful tidal wave. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the pee poured across the barren countryside and put out all the fire before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their backstage, the reformer all took to the air to sidestep the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and sinner and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"the Panthera tigris snarled as it tried to withstand its footing against the ceaseless flood. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as dozens of huge bony hands reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like rubber to seize Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Harlan Fisk Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart burning at the stake with confidence and power.

Intercepting the bony hands, enceinte daggers of land burst from the ground in the midst of the growing arms, crushing them like branchlet in the claws of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"she called, launching a devastating deadbolt of electricity down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in suffering as it was electrocuted with enough energy to power an entire state. nosepiece of electricity arched between its quills, its flesh peeled and melted off its body, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its insides burned. It fell to its knees, letting the endless tidal wave wash drawing over it, but Rosmarinus officinalis was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a gravid gang in the air with her own energy.

Once the ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blue shadowiness and shined like the champion. With a roar, the tiger Titan explosion from the Earth's surface of her sea, nipper barred and black flame burning between its jaws. With a holla of finding, Rosmarinus officinalis slammed her decoration against the middle of the ring, launching a good time of sapphire-shaded vim that was six human foot in diameter. The blast struck the heavyweight in the chest, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the beast and the flood now a giant ice carving, rosemary shot towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the immobilise heavyweight, she reached out and punched it on the intrude with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the intact block social system exploded into icy gunpowder, killing all the demon and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became silent as a deafening bellow shook the Isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to encompass their ears to try and stuff the crippling noise. In the distance, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar plate before crashing into the basis in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a waving of fire. Standing in the flaming arose a gargantuan creature, orotund enough to snap up a Titan in its jaws and sound off aside a mountain like an example ball. It was Lucifer, the first perdition Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the pegleg of a Capricorn the Goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with rakehell, huge potent arms lined with brand, serrated claws that were twice as long as his finger's breadth, massive extension that could blot out the sky, curled bull-like saddle horn, and a face that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to make out and fear.

"So the vigilante yield. Normally you would flee to the creation of the aliveness at the small-scale mark of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not matter, you always were and always will be cypher compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the floor of the god and gone far past your puny world. You, the Hell Prince of ira, is no more of a terror to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the waterless breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : Revelation Eruption !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet blast so powerful that just beings of the location of inferno Prince and higher could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knee by the crushing free weight of the energy it was giving off, energy so nighttime and mighty that it could stamp out a city of people just through its ambient existence. The flack itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a wax conjunction, it would kill every major planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with apprehension and fearfulness for Baltoh as the glow of the blow made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Prince of Darkness released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear plosion going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal beam of light of cherry Energy Department with almost ten times the speciality as Baltoh's old fad flack. The energy washed over the Celestial Avatar like a flood of magma and surged out over the ocean of fire, sending burning tidal Wave in all focal point that could take entire countries. Flying out from the major planet due to its curvature, the light beam barb deep into the vacuous blank space, soaring for several seconds before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"funny remark that you forebode me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is dead !"Lucifer cackled as the roll of tobacco cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Satan's eyes widened in terror and everyone gasped, unable to believe that mortal, even Baltoh, could acquire a bam like that head-on and last. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unscathed.

"If that's the best you can do, then you are even lower than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingers.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his body went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his energy to finally release itself like torso heating and was focusing it all on Prince of Darkness. Now, his intact body was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The blaze Prince gave an excruciating howl as every bone in his torso simultaneously snapped and his dead body began to collapse in on itself. He raised his power levels as high-pitched as they could go, but he was basically trying to obligate back a tsunami with a rotting fencing. Every receptive space in his body began to tumble under the song, his wear bone being reduced to powder, his veins and muscularity tearing themselves to shreds. As the instruction execution continued, his body began to shrink as the weight of Baltoh's vigour began compacting his atoms themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the nuclei and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his paw into a fist and Satan's whole body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and hard as a Shirley Temple Black trap. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into place where it exploded in a blinding New York minute, having been converted into raw energy by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a unit Interior of a major planet to realize out."He said.



The font of a Gargoyle had been carved into the Isle of the Damned with the jaws undefended in a furious holla. A colossal pit served as its pharynx, leading down into the depths of Hell. The pit was the size of a meteor volcanic crater, allowing for entities as gravid as Beelzebub to give through, while the side were lined with uncounted staircase.

With Baltoh, the garden angelica, the Valkyries, and the meliorist all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the freed spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial avatar. I'm here to release the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the provenance for evil but its punisher. I will exterminate every live on Demon and Gargoyle and take up away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of hatful. genus Selene, molly, 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 light appeared in his palm, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully illuminate it from that sphere, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well possess just jumped off a cliff at Night and there was no other side. genus Selene and Rosemary watched the passing side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of man skeletal frame. There had to be a billion dissimilar stiff in the pit alone.

"We have to be heedful once we enter the doorsill, as there may be some barriers and limitation that even I won't be able to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The only divergence is that this is his existence, his cosmos. down feather here, he makes the normal. I will be able to subdue most of his obstacles and rules, but we are on his turf and he has the nursing home force field advantage."

Baltoh and his group finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new world. In the distance, a city of blood-red sandstone, bone, and undead trees woven into wicker social organisation stood against the burning background. The construction ranged from diminished army hut to full jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screech of the mass inside being tortured by Sinners. The city itself was larger than New York and held a much expectant population.

Just like with the Burning Pastures above, the land around the city was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of sickly vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their drumhead. The sky of Hell was different from the sky of globe ; it was… bigger. It was like the clouds were a great deal higher in the sky with a larger aura, providing an overmaster feeling of exposure, like a mouse caught in the undetermined with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a mountain of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as fire streamed out from the faulting. The mountain had a dampen moderate summit, almost like the tip of a Pyramids of Egypt, and was set at the very backside of the pit as a kind of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the Burning Pastures and drift down into the pit to diminish down to the city. This idea was proven by the thousands of cursedly someone that blanketed the mount, raw and moaning in infliction from their shattered skeletons and their normally deadly injuries. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the wickedness of everyone on the pile, and for the hoi polloi he deemed devoid and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his suits of armour, recruiting them into his regular army while the felon and guilty souls were ignored. As the raining reformist organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the metropolis were doing the same.

"Behold the urban center of Wrath, where hoi polloi who have sworn their loyalty to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torture everyone else. They are the evildoer. However, because they have sworn their fealty to the Old Nick, the while that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract bridge, and they become someone like the residue of the hellish military group. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner population, this city is their large hive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Beelzebub's domain of a function

As he spoke, Selene and mollie were looking up at the writhing sky with oddment."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are underground ? We didn't even fall that far,"molly pondered.

"It's true, we are in the planet of Hades. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural laws. This is a kingdom of mysticism and apparition, not science and reason. The interior of the planet is a whole former universe 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 clouds like a towering dagger of endocarp from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a bolt of lightning from his digit, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering serpent of electrical energy dove into the cloud beside the pit, but there was not a wreck, an burst, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a kettle of fish in reality itself like a pipe. In the city, the bony follower of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in affright, having watched the deadbolt of lightning shoot up like a bespeak flare.

"So are we going to select the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to take away the magnate from the sinner once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not become the Masters of the dungeon."He replied with a steely whole tone as he snapped his fingers. Beside every suit of armor and crusader, a winged stallion appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall bring down the walls of this city and preserve our military blockade on inferno ! Let these Sinners know that their evilness ambitions and wretched soulfulness stand no opportunity against the power of brightness ! Decimate this bastion of darkness and put these flagitious spirits back in their station ! Everyone, attack !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of trust and dedication, the reformer answered the call and began their charge. one-half of the wing entire took to the air while the other one-half galloped down the incline of the good deal with their monumental goose grass in manus and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the mountain and gasped as the Crusaders flew and galloped towards the City of Wrath. Leaving their torture victim behind, the sinner gathered at the edge of the metropolis in the ten-spot of millions and prepared their defense lawyers. As undulation after wave of glistening fighter aircraft surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smiling on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a singular grin on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the stool 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 malevolent once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never have dared of going up against the Hell Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the intensity level and power to make my pipe dream come true. And with you by my incline, there is no way I can fail."

genus Selene smiled and pressed her lips against his, while drawing her sword with her resign deal."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and bullets were launched from the urban center by the millions as the sinner fought with artillery from all across time. projectile rained down upon Baltoh's army, but could do no harm to the horses or their rider, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny onrush. Sprinting down the unconscionable spate, the mystical stallions panted heavily with each tone but felt no weariness or loss of persuasiveness. 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 capitulum like auction block of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their declaration to slay their tormenter, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their confidence and dedication grew in strength. By the time they were halfway down the spate, each meliorist was glowing like the lunation, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the Sinners below.

In one great crash, the soil troops slammed into the melody of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like Domino. The Crusaders used the size of it of their arched blades to contact out and shot and rive the Sinners as their fly steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their osseous tissue like twig. abruptly or fatally wounded Sinners turned to ash as the last traces of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the social reformer pierced the horde of Sinners like a tank and push back deep into the city.

Gargoyles and demons filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged knight flew through the air, maneuvering between each Demon as the Crusader would reach out and slash them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by shaft of light, shooter from the wings of the gymnastic horse like the plume arrow spell. The light energy burned their shape like battery-acid, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the metropolis streets as his warriors flooded the urban center, slaughtering any sinner that approached without even acknowledging their existence. As he remembered, the buildings of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of joint from undead trees, but they served a determination other than building material. The walls, storey, and ceiling also served as prisons for damned souls with their bodies packed inside past the head of being crushed to demise or suffocation. Every body had been pierced dozens of times by steel retinal rod that served as reinforcements for the building like the 2x4s of a house. The bodies were pressed against English position of their wickerwork cage like nets of pianoforte wire with ancestry streaming from the baseball swing that each branch had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in pain from their excruciation and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the mind of each soulfulness to key their sins. To those he deemed innocent or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a courtship of armor for them to bond certificate to so that they could link up his ranks. As raining beams of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the edifice and felt sickish to his tummy. The people they were saving were locked in twisting devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his nous with painful memories from before his nascence as the hybrid. The Sinners had preformed everything from violation to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a daily round from a armoured combat vehicle shot through the air and detonated five groundwork from him, unable to come any finisher. He turned to the mechanical monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with man ivory. The sinner inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the foremost, it exploded before it could touch him and the fire and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and instantly caused the armoured combat vehicle to alternate into the air and dematerialise, taking the passengers with it to the realm of nonexistence. A chorus line of din reached his ear and he turned with a little smile of entertainment as a crew of Sinners came sprinting down the street with respective reformer on horseback chasing them. The sinner'bony invertebrate foot clacked on the cobblestone ground as they ran desperately, unable to escape the meliorist. With powerful swings, the men and women hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeleton like rotting sticks. As they rode past times Baltoh, they all gave loyal bowknot of their heads.

"Celestial Art : cutting duster !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her deal at a group of Demons, she released a brawny jet of gumption that seemed to form out of the air itself. The blast was just as expectant as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the Demons with each grain striking with the mightiness of a high-caliber bullet. The Demons howled in pain as their bodies were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty bloodline and sleety physical body streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the clouds by a deafening roar that shook the burn sky. A great Titan lowered itself from the cloud with a physical structure that looked like a mix between a vulture and a dragon, with jagged feathers, a long neck, a fanged honker, and serpent eyes. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a Dark Pulse appeared between its jaws, secure enough to take out the completely city. Before it could unfreeze the good time, Baltoh snapped his fingerbreadth and chains of light reached out of the sky and soil. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its nozzle disappeared. He snapped his finger once more and the range constricted until they ripped the beast apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheerfulness echoed across the city as the last croak screech were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any urban center on dry land in all of its history.



The Sea of Envy was in their muckle and hearing scope. shrieking, as high-pitched as whistles and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending shudder crawling up everyone's backbone. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Hell and his office. Standing on the shore of the inky melanize sea, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the spray. They were chained to the sea floor, staring aimlessly with glassy eyes and wan faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to weather wave after wintry Wave slamming into them and the hellish birds and crustaceans of Hell picking and feeding on their bodies, with every injury instantly regenerating so that they could continue to experience painfulness. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their casted spark shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"shit it, I hated this place the most when I came here,"Rosmarinus officinalis cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the shoes where those who let jealousy run their life are damned and punished. Just as Devil, Prince of ire, ran the Burning pasturage and the metropolis of ire, Leviathan, Prince of Envy, is in control of this ocean. Here, the oleaginous water poisonous substance their consistence like battery dose to symbolize how envy poisonous substance the mind and it weighs down on them with crushing baron, just like how their look of inadequacy crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the monster and Gargoyles underneath the aerofoil, torturing them without pause. Now the merely matter they envy are those that no longer exist. This place is tricky, as it has the greatest act of heavyweight and it is difficult to differentiate who exactly is shamefaced and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the spirits in the immediate area to figure out which single were shamed, and which ones were innocent. Those that were driven to perpetrate crimes and caused impairment because of their invidia were left to stew, while those who were only the dupe of human being nature had their chains broken so that they could rise to the aerofoil. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another United States Army of winged courtship of armor on flying knight to enrol the freed soulfulness and murder the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting water, immune to the affects of sombreness as they reached down into the pee with their two-handle blades, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creature of darkness just below the surface. Any suits that weren't fighting bonded themselves to freed prisoner, granting them their power. The light energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged judgment and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and daemon swam deeper below the surface to escape the butchery, thinking they would be safe. The malign beasts were filled with terror as the meliorist and their horse cavalry dove below the surface, galloping on the weewee as if they were running downhill. Swimming with unbelievable speed, they followed the beasts cryptic and deeper into the water, slaughtering the sluggish of them as the gap between the chemical group grew small-scale and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the ocean base dropped into a footmark Continental slope, that seemed to dig into the darkest deepness of netherworld. As the social reformer chased down the wretched animal, their artillery and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

trench in the apparition, a capital eye opened.



From the shifting wave of the ocean, a colossal whale burst from the ocean. Its mouth was open and wax of toothed teeth, its back was covered in spike heel, and it was large enough to bust up an aircraft toter in its jaws. It dove back into the water supply, swallowing several hundred reformist in the process. Cricking his neck from English to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, capable to draw forth and release the vigour without even using his body or a seed. The shaft of light of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the back of its fountainhead, destroying half of its skull and all of its genius. The beat beast sank below the surface as the bottom-dweller creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great splashing tore apart the open as a massive set of chela reached out and tried to nobble up the flying social reformer. They managed to stave off the massive claw as the Titan rose to the surface. It was a jumbo lobster with four sets of pincers and a tail like that of a Scorpio the Scorpion. A Dark Pulse began to charge at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning disk of Department of Energy appeared above his capitulum and barb towards the Titan, expanding to the creature's size of it. The disk collided with the Titan's brass and vertically sliced it in half. Once the vane reached its stinger, the charging nighttime impulse exploded and ripped the dead body apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a huge legion of heavyweight began to appear from the sullen profundity of the sea, each resembling a creature from world. There were sharks that just had circular pitfall of teeth instead of read/write head and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of pearl, pubic louse that had mess blanketed with rook on their case, blade Pisces the Fishes with serrated barb that could enkindle Dark beat from the tip of the blade, and millions of demonic marauder that were individual cellphone of a single Titan.

As the legions formed, one final exam entity rose up from the profundity. The tool was as large as the Tempter with slimy gullible skin, an apish body, webbed fingers with acute pincer, outstretched wings that looked like the hide of salientian, and a head that looked like an devilfish with almost a hundred foresightful swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of enviousness. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the ease of you kill those Titans."

Rosmarinus officinalis stepped forward from behind him with her helmet open and a grin on her human face."Actually schoolmaster, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't mind testing my military posture against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

genus Selene gained the same grinning."I like this thought. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you want to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The Hell Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed deal, but an explosion rocked against his head and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR SKELETONS WILL LIE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY OCEAN FOR ALL OF timeless existence !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and shot towards them.

The Valkyries and garden angelica split up to dodge the attack and each got read to counter.

"backer Art : feathering Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"saint Art : Divinity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the size of federal agency buildings.

"Angel Art : fishgig of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a flashing waterspout of brand of golden lighter with each shaft bend in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling clap of electricity from her palm.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"rosemary cast, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the sky-blue beam.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White Flames !"Molly yelled, raising her arms above her fountainhead and releasing a bend and twisting geyser of pearly-white fire and surged towards Leviathan with adequate heating plant to burn rhomb.

Combined with the attacks of the early Archangels, the vast cascade of techniques slammed into Leviathan like a twelve howler punch, knocking him back and drawing Forth a ululation of pain, but causing no visible damage to his consistency. Stepping out of the cloud of weed, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his typeface like a horde of frog spit. As they shot forward, fanged mouths opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in thirstiness for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as well-heeled as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"well it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"Come on boy, there is no way we'll metre him from a length. We're going to have to get up close and extradite some really hurt,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to write our piece of ass ! He'll never let us live it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her extension and flew towards Leviathan with her blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dive into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow for me to show you the true benefit of being god, the one thing that only soul in my conference can accomplish. Celestial Art : Animal Kingdom Siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hand together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous affair began to contain place. Matter was forming from thoroughgoing Energy Department and rearranging itself into specific chemical compound and particle. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino acids, and they in turn joined together to create cells. Jehovah could cook garden angelica, Tenebrous could create demon and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arrival, eagles, war hawk, and falcons, all larger than Titans and each with not bad ferocity and strength, swooped down to begin their battle. Every feather on their organic structure was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no fright, the birds of prey obeyed the will of their Creator and attacked the Titans, snatching them decent out of the water with their long talons. The omega demon desperately attacked the birds with Dark pulsation and early patch, but their techniques had no affect on the birds whatsoever, as their feathers were acting as push sender that cloaked them in a protective aureole, and the push they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their nipper tearing through flesh and bone with ease, the doll threw their prey into the air and finished the almighty Titans off with their fender, cutting through the daemon'bodies with their plume harder and sharper than katanas. parentage and butchered body parts rained down as the giant were chopped to pieces, completely helpless against the superior creatures.

With his custody still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating more than beast in which to toss off the Titans with. Sea serpents, mil long with bodies so vauntingly that they approached Leviathan's size of it, rose up from the profoundness with booming bellowing. Each serpent had glassy black bodies, decorated with normal of glowing yellow melody. The spinal column of their heads were guarded with mats of bone spindle their middle glowed with powerfulness. With infuriated bellow, the ophidian dive down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With mightily bite, they crushed the body of the fiend like peanut shells and swallowed them all, carving down their numbers racket like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing risk, stacks of the Titans all turned to Baltoh and released their sorry pulsing at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his foundation would die with him. The blow washed over Baltoh like a torrent but were ineffective 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 last flickering beads of darkness, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this time with his digit interlocked."Celestial Art : Almighty Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only moment prior, monolithic wooden tendrils wrapped around the giant like the tentacles of the squid that filled their membership. The tendrils grew in size of it, forking out into leafy ramification as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on world. Trapped in the forest like brute caught in hardened concrete, the heavyweight snarled and roared as they tried to break up gratuitous of their wooden prison house, but even with all the forte in their bodies, the Sir Henry Joseph Wood held substantial and carried a deadly power. Not only were the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree infused with vast amount of money of light energy to counteract the toxic presence of the undead puppet in their grip, but they were also draining them of their power. It was as if the Tree were digesting them as the ocean floor was colonized.

With town-sized snort attacking from above, sea snake almost as tumid as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing trees bursting from the primer like spikes from a dope trap, the Titans had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the rest of the Angelica Archangelica sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their fire steel drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would alternate into the air and hack them up into sushi with a lightning-fast flurry of slashes. Butchered pieces of flesh were sent flying as the gutter line-sized tentacles were torn to tittle by their swords. They all had confident smiles on their faces, unable to believe that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a shout of purpose, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a moral force bombing of slug and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball game bat to a business of blimp. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing spell, she was moving profligate than the man eye could fascinate. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

John L. H. Down below, mollie was launching blades of wind from her meat cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like trees being hit with the shockwave of an atomic blowup. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her whole. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into self-coloured ice. With a smile, Molly released a raw flare-up of might from every inch of her body, causing the quick-frozen tentacle to shatter into pieces. Having been rescued, Molly looked down at Rosemary, who had a lens system of ice energy hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, Molly blew a kiss to her lesbian doxy and Rosemary responded by forming a V with her index and middle finger in front of her face.

Their toying was cut short as another horde of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing tooth, Rosemary cast her charm."heavenly Art : Nuclear heartbeat !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her ribbon, carrying with it both devastating oestrus and lethal amount of money of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer bed of their flesh were reduced to ash, every cubicle having been simultaneously incinerated by the nuclear fusillade of energy. Materializing her meat cleaver, Rosemary threw the weapon with all of her strength, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to explode into dust.

Several loud howls echoed from hind end her as a group of tentacles tried a surprise attack. Clapping her mitt together, Rosemary cast her succeeding spell."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fervour streaming from the edge and forming a spellbinding shadower, her spinning meat cleaver returned and flash past tense her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single fire strike.

"Rosemary, fall on !"genus 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 immense vacillation weaponry. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their demise and was done playing. Raising his octopus head, he revealed a fanged lip underneath the weblike mat of cut off tentacles."Demon Art : Book of Revelation Eruption !"he roared, casting the same spell that Beelzebub had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone move !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, mollie, Rosemary, and the Archangels desperately tried to scarper from the blast but many were caught within it when the beam was finally let loose. Shaking all of Inferno, the crimson beam of Energy Department was launched with an atomic burst detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash and the archangel caught within the shaft of light were instantly dematerialized as every atom in their soundbox was converted to pure DOE. The beam shot off across sin, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken metropolis of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"shit it, how the Hell can we possibly compete with that ?"Raffaello Sanzio 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 floor, tree diagram that could rap aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a upright gang around him with monumental branches grabbing his branch, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal ring then formed from the vertical ring, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal ringing and wrapping around his waist while a offshoot from the rear grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison house can harbor me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse Eruption.

"This isn't a real number prison, weigh it more as a cradle for my next initiation. Celestial Art : Forest Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his hand together.

As the sphere of crimson vim charged between his jaws, a leafy branch volley from the back of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the branch, the Hell Prince screamed in pain as Sir Thomas More branches began to bust out of his flesh, forming monumental tree in a subject of instant. Throughout his body, unstoppable leg were shredding his muscles, crushing his veins, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the unadulterated places to spread out and drain him of his vigour. Desperate to ward off his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing spell and reached out with a fresh floodlight of biting tentacles, but before they could even come near Baltoh, they stopped absolutely and were blanketed with flowers.

The woodland continued to grow and expand, devouring Leviathan's physical structure and stealing his energy. By the time the spell was complete, his wing had been replaced with two hanging lawns of sens, his clappers were serving as the handles for countless massive trees, almost every muscle and Hammond organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained intact. The Prince of Envy had been killed, and in his end he had brought forth life.

With a smile, Baltoh turned to his lover and booster."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah damn it, there is no way that he is going to let us live this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting 10 of millions of new Crusaders while searching the sea storey, they reached the shoreline on the early incline and reached the following area of pit ; a desert of blackamoor sands.

"These are the Ash athletic field,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the edge of the expansive desert.

Selene's eyes widened."This is the blank space where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a Demon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these jet-black sand dune, and after I became a loan-blend, I spent almost my intact life sentence here slaying daimon upon their birth. This bleak landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the Hell Prince Lucifer, the for the first time Demon that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Jahvey. Here, the soulfulness hangdog of the sin of pridefulness are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the Demons, serving as a work strength for construction monument and also as concubines. This desert serves a very unique purpose beyond just being a circle in sin for which to punish the damned, as it also serves as the birthplace and greenhouse for Hell's demon. This is where they all come into existence, born from the darkness of human someone that can no longer tolerate the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the same job as with the others ?"mollie asked.

Baltoh cracked a smiling."detached the innocent and slaughter the fiend, the perfect way to drop and afternoon."



A unremitting regular army of towers and memorial stood among the bleak dune like gravestone in a necropolis, each made from an obsidian-like gem formed from the ashes of crumble skeleton in the closet compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a forest that endured the strike of a nuclear bomb. In the background, a vast lake of swirling fire stirred in an aeonian whirlpool, and every endorse, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet hound, having been created by the wrath and spitefulness homo on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, Brobdingnagian blocks of this stone were quarried from batch and under the guts by the hard worker of Hell ; men, women, and children, all with rags for apparel, bony bodies, and atomic number 26 mask that were clamped around their school principal. Moaning in pain as they worked, the slaves moved the van-sized blocks of stone to the monument being built, all while their ogre masters barked orderliness in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would keel over from exhaustion, the Demons or Gargoyles would gang up on them like predator on a fresh carcass. Men and boys would be eaten alive, too tired to squall as the material body was pealed from their bones. Women and girls were raped to end and then their shredded torso were devoured. After a few minutes, the butcher clay of the slave would regenerate and the darned soul would come back to life-time, only to be put to exploit once again. From the zillion upon millions of meaningless statues, pyramids, and synagogue standing in the sands, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the dawn of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed several hundred miles of desert and fought through the creatures of hell, the followers of Baltoh had come to the final stretching of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a devil sitting in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her striver 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 consonant and did not strike, no matter how voiceless she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew picket as she laid middle on Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the Demon cracked her fucking whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the coil could even snatch back, the ogre's arm and head were sliced off by surprisal flack by molly, who delivered the lethal puff with a hefty vacillation of her archway leaf blade. The monster only had adequate time to open a individual dying howler before the top of her skull was sliced off.

Hearing the call of their sister, all the Demons and Gargoyles raised their heads in alertness and cursed as the Crusaders came into aspect, flying through the sky or galloping across the footing. With their whips in one hand and weapon in the early, the Demons leapt into action with a tidal undulation of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, Archangels, and Valkyries slaughtered the Demons by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monument, creating more suits of armor and freeing those he deemed barren or undeserving of torture. So quieten that he might as well have been taking a stroll through the part, he annihilated every demon that came close without the slightest crusade or thought.

Above his pass, Selene and the others were decimating the forces of darkness with magical spell after spell, obliterating the ogre and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the foe force was continuously getting reinforcements in the form of new fiend and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of fire, hungry for slaughter, and the newborn infant demon would claw their way up from metro, already A-one intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an time of day had passed since the engagement began when the signaling yowl were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the blaze Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The daimon and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach, laughing in the self-assurance that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became tranquility, save for the holla that had not ended. Yet there were Thomas More roars radiating from the ground, thick with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another blaze Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the Masters of Torture. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of terror as she remembered the mogul of the original of Torture 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 master copy of Torture are not as rare and few in number as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own giant steed. He must accept created them himself or used his tycoon to forcefully bond the core of Demons to form them. All together, I must say that their baron is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his Chin with the alloy plates on the backs of his fingers and hand catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely capable to suppress her fear. Baltoh inclined his forefront as he tried to read their approaching power levels.

"If they all combined their top executive into a single explosion, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's heaving was leaden as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal measure of energy, but her intellect was just unable to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to come back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be able-bodied to determine what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of seriousness in his representative. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before genus Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet outdoors and a facial expression of corking worry and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even individual like you to withstand such and attack ? Can you win this battle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the forthcoming clash was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the ground. He lifted her Kuki and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"genus Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have more faith in me than anyone else in macrocosm. What does your faith William Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"goodness. Now don't concern about me, just kvetch back and check the show. I think its time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one hold out kiss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the sea !"Selene shouted with a smiling on her face.

"genus Selene, what's going on ?"molly hollered, wiping the fiend origin off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to direct care of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let open !"

mollie gained a wide smile of excitation, eagre to see what king Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the sea ! We have to get out of here ! captain Baltoh is going to fight !"Rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to stay and see the clash, Baltoh's orderliness were obeyed and a full retreat was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would begin soon. With the help of spells from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the Crusaders zipped across almost half of a thousand land mile of desert in a second and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"Angel Art : Heavenly sentiment,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a massive movie CRT screen, a sail made of saturated visible radiation appeared in the sky above the crowd of million with a real-time vista of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black clouds fuss in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening roar rang out, far gimcrack than the one that had been sent out before, even with the distance that had been traveled. Covering their ears, everyone looked up at the projection screen as the Masters of anguish arrived, riding on the rachis of behemoth as they escorted the inferno Prince of Pride. Like Satan and Leviathan, morning star towered above all else, able to easily pop a Titan with a single swat of his handwriting and destroy a mass with a sweep of his tail.

Old Nick was built differently from the former Hell Princes so far run across, as his eubstance had more than of a reptilian-draconic frame and build to it, and instead of one pass, he had seven. The seven mechanical man heads each stood at the end of a long powerful neck, with each drumhead lacking eye or a pry but instead having pointed ears and shark-like teeth. Six of the heads each had a tusk protruding from the top of their caput with a top looped around it like a ring, but the seventh head word had four of each. Lucifer's whole body had a much more revolting coming into court the other sin Princes ’, for instead of scales or hair, his build consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and dark like a burn wound that had completely pealed away the flesh and singed the muscles underneath.

His prospicient bladed tail swishing from English to side with excitement and his annexe keeping him aloft without a undivided flap, Lucifer looked at Baltoh without any eyes and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a thorn in my side and the handicap in the growth of my US Army. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you jump to Earth before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally prepare to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not know about Beelzebub and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his weapon crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those doormat in their position and ended their hapless liveliness once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven heads cut off. I, I am the strongest of the inferno Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash field of view and rules over the Demons and the Masters of Torture ! In the rank of hell on earth, only the Divine Lord Tenebrous has dandy superpower than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just make more sin Princes with a snap of his fingers ! You're in our man betrayer, there is no way you can win !"

"For soul who is so confident and trusted of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the Masters of Torture and Titans around and behind friction match. This just drew another laugh from the hell on earth Prince.

"After I was cast out of Eden, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the same obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven heads then looked in reverse directions, each spitting out a Horror Obelisk like a projectile and lodging them at the edges of the battlefield. The one-seventh head looked directly up and opened its jaws, and six three-sided daggers reached out of the back of its pharynx and opened up like a blossoming flower with a sphere of darkness hovering in the center.

"power OF HELL, LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH !"he bellowed as the six repugnance dagger all caused the tycoon of Devil and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their swords, all the overlord of Torture began channeling their energy straight towards the empyrean of shadow above his seventh foreland, while channeling the power of their Titan mounts through their own consistence. With the power of a hundred Masters of Torture and Titans pumping through his nervure, all with their force multiplied by the horror dagger, Prince of Darkness's muscularity levels more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial incarnation gained a spirit of surprise as he felt the Hell Prince's mightiness levels skyrocket without any signal of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Phosphorus could very well acquire the Throne of underworld through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of enviousness, everyone struggled to breath and delay on their metrical unit as Lucifer's power horizontal surface weighed down upon them like an entire sea. Finally, a smashing eye opened in the shopping centre of Old Nick's bureau, jet-black with a burnished red ten-pointed star for a pupil."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprise, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to give been for nothing."

With a roar in reply, Beelzebub opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Apocalypse Eruption, several times more mightily than Satan and Leviathan's. This sentence, the natural force field that stood around Baltoh was not strong enough to keep the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the backrest of his hand, hovering in that same spot with the shaft of light being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, lucifer strengthened the fire, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the mogul truly earth apart from Beelzebub and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to establish so a good deal power with just one of his oral sex was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would require all seven head teacher together to forge and manipulate the energy.

The fire ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Satan's throat met his view, the infernal region Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the attack. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly rubber distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's pass reached out and tried to snap up him. Keeping his space, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the field of honor and flicked the air with his finger's breadth, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as powerful as a meteor encroachment. Lucifer was thrown back with ripples traveling through his physical structure but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his mind and splattered him like a key balloon. It seems that his powerfulness isn't the entirely thing that has been enhanced…'

"fiend Art : Mutilation genetic mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his drumhead, Lucifer shot out his spit like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber bullet. Warping in the air, the glossa mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in blade of pearl. With a electric switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible vane of erect energy, slicing the appendage in half down the centre. Undeterred by the injury, the two halves of the tongue went in opponent direction and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal leaf blade, slicing off the split portions of the tongue. Lucifer showed no preindication of feeling any pain, and with a whip, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the discerp tongue. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to grab him and reappeared to the slope, launching another vane and severing the tongue. To the sound of Lucifer's booming laugh, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a nuisance,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his hired hand."Celestial Art : maven Birth."

A humble orbit of red light shot from the tip of his digit, flying over to Phosphorus and entering his bothersome head. In a deafening boom and a blinding flash, the psyche was ripped apart by a toy nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the devastation of his head, but within s, the singed bod could be seen quivering and regenerated as the mind was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : Woodland Prison,"Baltoh mold, clasping his hands together.

On a scale never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the ground beside morning star and began growing at a phenomenal pace, forming a ring around the blaze Prince while limb grew out from the interior and grabbed his limb, fender, and straits. The tree diagram was so large that it had more than three clip the flora biomass as the virago jungle.

With a boom, Satan opened up his future head and vomited up a waterfall of blackened sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the woodwind to turn hoary with Death and deteriorate as if through hastened decay. Baltoh sighed in aggravator and Lucifer opened the jaws of his twenty-five percent head.

"fiend Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a motorcar gun.

These totems were unlike from the horror obelisk and hell Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at xxx groundwork in height, surrounded on all four sides by human underframe frozen in a look of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a immense mushroom cloud of flak, dwarfing the most brawny atomic explosion with their combined power. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his branch crossed and a aspect of boredom on his nerve. Back at the Sea of invidia, everyone was watching the conniption with spirit of awe and fear, waiting for their savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a complete and thoroughgoing halt as every particle within its border sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to motivate. All the expanding flatulency and dust in the explosion were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the soil like a sandstorm with the sudden loss of the current of air, having been drained of all momentum and Energy Department. Everyone on the coast looked at the screenland raised his or her manpower and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power engrossment, transformation, summoning, poisonous window pane, and energy blow. If my theory is slump, the stopping point two caput each have their own unique power.'

"Demon Art : phantasm Nightmare !"Lucifer bellowed with his fifth part head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of Torture and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the inferno Prince completely disappeared, not just from survey, but from all other senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his energy, or otherwise find any trace of his energy throughout Hell, Cinereo, or Heaven. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this ability is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a power to block my senses…"

"right hand you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the fight gasped in horror, believing the fight to be over, but the Valkyries and garden angelica all had confident smiles, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught deadened losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal Plague !"Baltoh called out from inwardly Old Nick's mouth.

A minute after the announcement of the spell, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in nuisance. Everyone watching the covert of lightheaded back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained grinning of backup man and joy as it became obvious. friction match was swinging his fifth oral sex wildly as his tooth and bod slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a green moss-like stuff. It was a zoophagous computer virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetite for Demon chassis and Demon energy. With all the top executive in Prince of Darkness's organic structure, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of 6th head, daystar drew a long dagger-like brand of red and grim steel and used it so sever the taint psyche before the virus could scatter. Baltoh analyzed the blade closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A brand that seals spirits with which it cuts, a very handy major power when fighting devil and Archangels. But I should warn you now, that blade will have no Sir Thomas More affect on me than any of your other powers. I have transcended far past the breaker point where I need or have a"life ”."

With a roar of frustration, Beelzebub cast a turn of healing to repair his mind and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a annulus and each looking in the center, a sphere of red and black energy began to form, rumbling with instability. The lord of Torture and Titans were struggling to pass off as they pumped every drop of muscularity they had into Old Nick while he charged the area. After only a few seconds, it was in a whole other league from the Revelation of Saint John the Divine clap, heavy enough to possibly rip a muddle between dimensions or cause the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your sapless attack to harm me. It is fourth dimension that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"match screamed as the area reached critical mass.

"Please, the most powerful Hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most mighty bacteria. earmark me to show you the true power of a god. supernal Art : astronomic Judgment. Celestial Art : Universal carver,"he said with a deep haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of pure inglorious matter materialized, as turgid as a mountain and more ominous than the scout of an approaching ground forces. Everyone watching the battle, be it Crusader or captain of Torture, gazed at the firmament and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Beelzebub was filled with unparalleled awe and fear. It was a black-market gob ; a literal error orb of affair so dense and heavy that the atom compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human being reason. It was a lighthouse, the end of all grounds and arguing. It was as infrangible as it was foreboding. The entirely reason why it wasn't causing the complete and amount destruction of the satellite from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal Sculptor spell to mould the laws of aperient themselves, allowing him to interchange or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black-market hollow's gravitative wrench to spill out in a pocket-size master release.

In a yowl so tawdry that it was heard throughout all of hellhole, every grain of guts within the black desert and every bead of the liquid flames in the Lake of blast were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every grain of Sand from every unity human spirit that crumbled away within the dune from all across time was pulled into the darkness and destroyed. Back at the seashore, everyone cursed in disappointment as a cloud of surging black sand blocked his or her view like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Old Nick reabsorbed the power of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the strength to regorge shield strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty mo in which nonentity moved, the survive cereal of sand and drops of liquidity flak were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temple and altars, adorned with bronze statues of Angels and Archangels. Radiating from the temples like rippling in a pond, towns of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forums, theaters, and dustup of houses from sign of the zodiac to huts. It was an entire web of cities.

"shucks it, I can't movement,"Lucifer cursed, barely able to speak. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every Master of torturing and heavyweight was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my finale. Now, learn the true difference between our military posture and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a cryptic authoritative spokesperson as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the Black person hole shattered into tens of billions of marbles, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitational result and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the field of battle with each weighing as much as a whole star topology. With the laws of physics altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like perdurable meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without clemency, piercing the Hades Prince and each fiend uncountable times, each experiencing an execution like XX loading of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

Lucifer, the original of distortion, and the titan didn't even have fourth dimension to hollo as their bodies were pierced tens of 1000000 of times, each filled with more holes than a beauty parazoan. From the upper and superpower of the falling wits, aerosolized daimon ancestry filled the air and flesh, muscleman, and bone were shredded as if in a liquidiser. Upon contact with the ground, a vast dust cloud was thrown up as the wits drilled through the soil, fundamental principle, and endless layers of Harlan Fiske Stone, using only their system of weights and momentum. The heater eventually cleared, and not a single trace of Baltoh's foeman could be found. In place of the battlefield, a massive pit had been carved into Hell, deepening every second base as the blanket of black hole marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thunderous clapping upon the return of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his fabled licking of the Hell Prince and a little army of Titan-level Demons. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like minor on a trampoline, the Archangels were clapping as loudly as potential ( even Michael was clapping ), and genus Selene, mollie, and Rosmarinus officinalis pounced on him as if heroic to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the dependable challenge was staving off ennui,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a tenacious, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this billet ?"genus Selene asked, looking around at the net of Rome-like city scattered across the urban center. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when Inferno was under the jurisdiction and control of Jehovah and Heaven. The Angels and archangel lived here while they worked, punishing the evildoer that were cast into this realm for their crimes. Originally, there were hundred of these metropolis scattered across inferno, like the forts that dotted the roman border bulwark that served as pocket-sized township for soldiers. These liquidation were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the crapper of Hades and took it over, turning it into a region of Demons."

"wellspring overlord, with the Ash flying field and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at to the lowest degree you won't see too many fiend and Gargoyles,"Rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's grinning before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his powers to increase the power of his voice so that everyone would hear him. The armored follower all became silent, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am majestic of all of you, you have all helped me tame Hell in the gens of lighter and Department of Justice. However, you can not come after me past this point, as my succeeding terminus is the Dunes of Sloth. You are all to reelect to the Sea of invidia, the city of wrath, the Burning Pastures and the repose of the Ash Fields, and stay freeing ingenuous souls. I know the succeeding traffic circle very well, and believe me when I say that it is better if I bring as few people as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of blaze, the orbit we've actually covered and the number of innocent souls is miniscule compared to the entirety of this planet. There is still a lot of work to be done in the surface area we've crossed. If you truly want to assist me in my journeying, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and frustration, the firm Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a second sweep of the sweep domain. Baltoh then turned to Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned city, peering into the family and buildings as he sampled the preoccupied culture. Selene, Molly, Rosemary, Michael, Raffaello Sanzio, and Gabriel were the solely ones with him, the relaxation of the archangel having left with the Crusaders to assist fight any Titans of Masters of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to figure out his true logical thinking for sending away the abandoned USA. Stepping into an abandoned home plate, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, various metre senior than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, you should all be paying Sir Thomas More attention to your surroundings. After all, adverse to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the quondam habitation of your herald. world is far older than you know, and the Archangels that came before you are the 1 who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the following desert and keep going through Hell ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those Laws that I said even I couldn't break ? One of them controls movement through Hell ; you can only actuate from one roundabout by crossing through the others between you and your destination. Basically, as far as crossing over through the dimensions with Angel powers go, you can only jump back and forth between unlike areas of the rope that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the dune of Sloth have even more rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping long aloofness, and no super-speed. The only way to spoil the desert is on foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his turf,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to walk across the intact R-2 ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his substructure hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't engage the Crusaders with us. If we are traveling on foot, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a mark placed on the side of the building, taking a second to decipher the strange accent of Enochian.

"The Dunes of sloth have another name, they are known as the Desert of the doomed. It's a shifting sea of sand that can veil and reveal anything at any meter. It also causes delusion. If we took our US Army in there, we would be golden to make out out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very unique classification of levels of Inferno, in that the blaze Prince is the landed estate itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of Sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his heart is fused with the Desert of the Lost, meaning that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his brain moves far to slowly to form thoughts, but his energy and oppressive existence are still robust and powerful. The fiend and Gargoyle population in the desert is unimaginable to evaluate, as they can be swallowed by the sands and buried for hundred before finally resurfacing. Though there should be slight to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern chamber, gazing with almost a sad look on his expression. The paries were decorated with bangle and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblets, daggers, and flint-lock pistols, to doughnut, flasks and watches, all ranging across clock time on Earth and each tens of chiliad of Hell age old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the stone. Hanging from the roof like stalactites were strips of clothing, chainmail, and even armour. A hammock was strung up across the chamber, made from trees from the isle of the Damned. The spelunk entree looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering mountain spire in the very fringe of the wasteland.

Her annexe fluttering loudly, genus Selene landed by the cave entryway and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your menage ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew fatigue of battle, I would come here to sleep. I picked this cave because the sand dune of Sloth are the last station anyone would defy look for me. Even Masters of Torture and colossus are afraid of forever becoming lost in the sands. But luckily, it's just close sufficiency to the Desert of pride so that I can find it and will it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his fingers through the striptease of cloth hanging from the roof.

Selene picked up an old pocket vigil from one of the shelves carved into the bulwark. It looked so fragile ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of George Sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a depiction of beautiful woman. The glass look of the lookout was so nebulous and scratched that the hands and numeral were invisible and the picture was faded to such extent that genus Selene couldn't even figure out the woman's hair coloring material. The fair sex looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be more exact, they are the holding of the citizenry that I am made of. When citizenry come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their death. knight, soldiers, cops, public executioner, beginner, Son, brothers… Their unite spirits and will created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of Hell for their belongings, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my pursuance has prevented my nonstop Demon massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the knoll, making it creek.

"hoot, it feels like it's been yr since I've been here. But considering the flow of time in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human world and find this home still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the interweave branches of the hammock, remembering the meter and skill it took to crap and flashing back to each someone part.

genus Selene had a warm grinning on her face, getting a unequaled satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human being as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"Come on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chains linking them together, the chemical group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any fortune, he refused to take a chance losing anyone to the sands. The going was far wearisome than anyone had expected. Marching across sandlike sand dune is hard, but unlike the sand dune back on terra firma, the towering hills of sand did not stick still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like wafture on the jerky ocean, meaning that walking a straight line and staying balanced was inconceivable. Everyone gave the genial order for their armor to melt, greatly lightening their weight and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a cursed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raffaello Sanzio became fed up with the impossible march and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his extension, 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 taste of sand.

"What the Hell happened ?"he asked, getting back to his pes with his entirely torso shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the ground becomes the sky. This desert is thick with reality-bending dominion that not even I may split. I can't even cast a spell because it will immediately melt and re-emerge in the space around the satellite. If I were to try and murder the desert with a black cakehole like I did before, it would come along in place above the isle of the Damned and about likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of water in his hand, only for it to vanish in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient role and don't let your resolve to keep moving waver. If we keep walking, we will communicate through this desert without any trouble. Don't concern, I may not be able to shed any enchantment, but I am more than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, time aeroembolism in slipway that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the backbone of a sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving Wave from a Brobdingnagian load ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as genus Selene jumped back in fear and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the sea trading floor, the fadeout dune had lowered the sand floor and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of masses, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looking of scurvy agony on their faces and their limb outstretched, as if desperate for help. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new grit dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"Rosemary asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the early people in infernal region. The Desert of the Lost serves as the prison for four kinds of sinners ; suicide victims that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their pain, work-shy worthless parasites that helped no one, Sir Noel Pierce Coward that allowed law-breaking and tragedies occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-in that devoted their lifespan to one thing and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is elementary : they denied themselves the world and chose to live in shadow. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their pain from life in an dateless Hz while their head are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning might of Belphegor.

Suicide dupe and people who brought forth their own misery and sadness into their minds are played their lifetime over and over again beneath the littoral, tree sloth and coward are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed catastrophe to take lieu to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in life and turned away from the world lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the spell, Belphegor floods their intellect and mortal with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant. It is a terrible fate, one that truly stings my heart when I think about it. But we will not be capable to help any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and remove him from mightiness, so we must proceed onward.

Everyone be careful, as your minds 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 prison term, the grouping marched onward through the desert, but the going never got well-to-do. More clip was spent waiting for a dune to kick the bucket beneath their pes than actually expend walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's power seeping into their creative thinker, causing each of them to go through nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing care to nauseating anxiousness and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with pity, anger, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his sworn enemy, even when they fought together against the Demons. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to Hell, but now it was returning. He always believed he would outperform Baltoh and be the one to shoot down him, but the whoreson was always stronger than him, wiping the trading floor with the Archangel in every fight, and now he was a god, spitting in the nerve of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only if thing majuscule than his hatred was his disgrace, disgrace that he allowed himself to light so far and Baltoh tor rise so high. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his sight began to blur and his auditory sense became muffled.

Next in line was Raffaello Sanzio, he too experiencing genial agitation as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and heard him say. He had been right every clock time, shaking Raffaello Santi's impression to its core. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could ensure both light and darkness as well as the power of the world proved that there was a level of divine tycoon that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the metropolis that stood in the former Ash Fields, formerly inhabited by his harbinger when Hell was different. He had always been told that Yahwe created nirvana, hell, and Earth and brought forth life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of equal exponent to JHVH, came later and managed to steal Hell from the angel themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create purport like Yahwe and Tenebrous could create Archangels and Demons, but he could create actual animation, giving entities two lifespan times in existence. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and Demons ? Did they lose their trust in Lord because they new the truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jehovah and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, sand began to cling to his tegument and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of hoi polloi, entombed in stone with looks of wretchedness on their faces as they reached upwards. With the ground lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the rough jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the piercing protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause damage. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their feet and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his nous from position to side while he walked, feeling like his legion piercings weighed ten pounds. In his thinker, he began to excogitate the hypothesis that he would not outlast this journey through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like flies, he had seen armies of Crusaders rise up and free the innocent mortal of Hell, and he had seen the impossible become green. But now a bare desert was making Baltoh, a really god in the material body, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hades, but now the dependable major power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the paunch of the brute, trying to look the god of shadow while literally walking through his outstanding advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is snap his fingerbreadth and make an army of inferno Princes to shoot down us while he and Baltoh fighting in an unavoidable impasse. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should hold 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 throw up. While she walked, her mind had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a zona that she had forbidden herself to look into. retention of her straining and death at the mitt of the Demons back in New York were seeping into her subconscious mind like ink on white material. She had shed her individual organic structure and had one that held no cicatrice of her torment, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her holy person body, and she had even been confidant and found dear, yet she could not shake away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the hellhole is wrong with me ? Why do I finger this way ? I'm supposed to ingest moved on, but it all feels so fresh and Holocene. Maybe something really is damage with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those demon, and right after I die, the first thing I do to deal with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me ? ! I'm nothing but a despairing cyprian, getting used by everyone and doing zip about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and Great Depression as her head began replaying her worrying in lifelike point over and over again, all while her body moved like a creature on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red eyes glowing, the conglomerate of Sinners roared and managed to disengage his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy lunar time period. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the Sir Ernst Boris Chain and walking in front of Molly was rosemary, struggling to affect through the dunes while she kept her heart fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her substance felt like a moth-eaten gem in her bureau, yet dubiety and desperation was pumping through her veins. Not too long ago, she had been sexual with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic attachment of sexual love, she gave into her oceanic abyss, wickedness, shameful desires and he took vantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would have allowed a group of strangers to gang bang her on his tenuous whim. Then, after that attachment was made, he reduced her to one of his concubine, using her as just an element in an orgy, where she threw herself and obeyed the char she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual playthings, and she would forever be too eager and willing to transfer it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these twisted lie were repeated in her mind. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sadness, and just like Molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No subject how hard she tried to shake it off, she could not rid herself of her care, fear of the future. She was only a few animal foot from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more set-apart. What would their family relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their feeling for each other, unattackable as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old man life ? Had the receptivity she felt for orgies and letting him fuck early women been her subconscious trying to separate her that the way she felt wasn't tangible ? That their dear was nothing more than sex wrapped in a thin embryonic membrane of false emotions ? Even if their dearest was strong, 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 Angelica Archangelica, but after listening to Baltoh and audition that God couldn't aid less and didn't fuss to get involved, she couldn't help but wonder if that was the Lapplander fate she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now Lord ; he was an almighty deity. What hope did she have of being able-bodied to keep the interest of someone who could shape the universe of discourse itself ? How could she sustain the attention of soul who could create aliveness and modification world ? With such a vast difference between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their making love, or would this be like a adolescent girl trying to maintain a relationship with a boy who had just become the swayer of another country that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these questions over and over, her body was flooded with desperation. She was so terrified of the prospect of the end of their relationship that her unscathed body was trembling and she could not keep binge from running down her impertinence. With her sense beginning to blow over, she reached out to touch him, as if to visualize out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my biography. You're the only man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more than and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My entire world has been completely reshaped all because of you and my love for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever make me happy again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden stop. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to speak."Michael, while our powers may not have been equal, you were my rival and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the verity and I'm gladiolus we can finally be champion, because your allegiance was so much like mine that we could get been like brothers. I have always regretted that he had to be enemies instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your faith is lost, don't mislay 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 fake, your charge, your responsibility, and your indistinguishability are as true as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never leave anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost faith in ourselves. That is where true up strength comes from ; firmness of purpose and confidence.

mollie, you are far potent than you give yourself reference. It is unheard of for an Angel to recover from cicatrice in living as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a feel that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comforter in the form of liaison, as that only means you were too stiff to let your death slow you down and ruin your time to come. 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 happy for the 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 fulfil you. You are crucial to me, and I will always keep back you in my sum and lie with you. I love you, Rosemary. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those words, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a tender smile."Even with my godly magnate, there is no way for me to properly express how a good deal I love you and how I always will. I could use up every mavin in the cosmos and indite a poem in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still moot it a failure to show you deepness of my dear. I could produce a planet with life, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to acquire until it is able to produce a sound so beautiful that I would use it to make a philharmonic to try and let you have a go at it how happy you make me, but it would never be unspoilt enough. Selene, I love you with all my spirit, the bosom that I have only because of you."

The exponent of his words instantly took affect, eliminating all genial poisonous substance of the Desert of the lost. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a exercising weight being lifted off their shoulders so great that they couldn't call up the last time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their original sharpness and the slow-forming tissue layer of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Santi crumbled into Sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with molly falling to her knee, Rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the system of weights of his delivery, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of Sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our brain the solid clip ?"She whispered in his ear with her fount buried in his bonnet like an beast in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to severalise when you are hurting. I figured saying the intelligence you all needed to get wind would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosmarinus officinalis below, nuzzling his hand like an affectionate cat.



With their flavour revitalized and protected by Baltoh's row, everyone followed him with renewed muscularity. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to defeat Tenebrous, and everything would be ok. With Baltoh leading them, they could not go bad. As they walked through the desert, they encountered Thomas More and More obliterate risk and secrets beneath the littoral. Dunes would wander aside to disclose cocooned spirits with face of agony, monster and Bleaks that would come on for only a second and try to assault before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journey, they even encountered bird of passage of the desert.

The maledict soulfulness were few and far between, but they all had similar rags for apparel that covered their bodies and almost all carried some kind of walking stick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost one. These are the souls who wasted their lives in selfish and vain compulsion, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all senses, and because of it, they are often the first of all single to go insane. I'm not for certain if they can even be saved at this stage, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are nothing but spook in their world,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in ragtime to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, look ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raffaello Santi said, pointing to the visible horizon where a cloud of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin and rubble was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"Damn it, that is really going to slow us down."



abandonment easy move for protective cover, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armored forms, using the suits to hold the malarky and sand from blasting them. While the going was slow before, everyone now ducking in the wind as they tried to take the air through the splashing moving ridge of gumption had now brought it to a Australian crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his eyes and boldness from the sand, ineffective to do anything to give up it in the desert. He had to play by Tenebrous'principle while in hellhole, and that meant enduring through the Dunes of sloth. visibleness was almost nonexistent and keeping becalm ground was future to impossible. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy domain, only with the chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to figure out where the articulation had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the confidential information died down and everyone looked up, gasping in repulsion. A gumption dune, as large as a infirmary, was rolling towards them like a tidal wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, bit before the dune fell and enveloped them.

beingness tossed through the lunar time period like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for dearly 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 Baroness Dudevant at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very sour presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a power darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt care in his heart, as the mountain chain around his waist suddenly became falloff. The chain had been broken !

"genus Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the George Sand, grasping her hand.

She held on desperately with terror radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's potency, her helping hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the law of nature of Tenebrous siphoning whatever magnate he built up, Baltoh could do zilch as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the gumption around him disappeared and he fell into afford distance, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his centre widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as descent with everything from stars to planets, all inhabited solely by daemon, Gargoyles, Titans, and Masters of Torture. Compared to this Galax urceolata, the population in netherworld was little more than a tiny spit of the population, like comparing a belittled bacteria culture to all the life on ground. Even though it was an actual beetleweed, the blank space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and sound to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light corpuscle look like half-dead escargot, he flew towards the mall of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmea in second, he came to the absolute heart of the galaxy ; a ardent whirlpool as wide in diameter as an entire solar system, and hovering over the kernel was a black pot, made from homo and devil bones. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the King of blaze, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat standardized build to all monster, but was mostly unequaled. Instead of gray blackened, his cutis was a deep bloody red and he was far Thomas More muscular than any devil or Gargoyle, with dim spikes running up his legs and forearms. He had three set of horns, two like a goat's that curled around his ear and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a pig's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his brainpan almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old trump, and above them hovered a Crown of Hellfire. Instead of flank, he had a cape that grew out of his humiliated spine and reached upwards past his head with five bony ridgeline keeping it stiff. It almost looked like he was sitting in the medallion of a vast webbed helping hand. His eyes were jet with torrid sword lily, he had slit-like nostrils instead of a humanoid nose, and his abnormally prominent lower jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his Kuki. He stood at about eight fundament in altitude, practically a gnawer or louse when compared to the colossus or infernal region Princes, but his superpower was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the Lapplander level.

"I've been waiting for this day foresighted than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally fight someone as powerful as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His dustup literally carried so a good deal weight that anyone of Angelica Archangelica stage or let down would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrous stood up, holding his blazon out to his position."Behold ! The ground forces of Hell, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and exact your powers, I will disembark from sin and use this extragalactic nebula of followers to stamp down all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my area and ruin everything I have worked to work up. I decided to just take to me so that we could campaign this battle once and for all. Your Friend are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to outlive, 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 mine sword of red and fateful metal, the same kind of metal that Lucifer's sealing steel was made of."Now let the ultimate battle begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a diagonal chop shot to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a major dashing hopes if you think you can fight down me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a smart blink of an eye as their swords met, shining for a few secondment before fading. As the luminosity receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their rear to each other and XXX feet of space between them. Almost the entire blade of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the Demon King had a immense cut going through his chest, 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 light bending around the jet-black blade."And you're a major disappointment if you think I would fight you with a sword of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the matter of a black hole and has the Lapplander density and free weight of one. Whenever something touches the leaf blade, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic level. For the transient import, it is capable to engage light itself, meaning that it is more than subject of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, soak up your existent brand and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the genuine Demon King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the tangible Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very good, Baltoh, very dear. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall resolve your request and face you ; no illusions, no natural law, just raw power."Appearing in his mitt, another claymore appeared, this one with a blade of condensed Hellfire, almost like the compacted flames of a sensation."Now let the battle of the idol truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each former and locked swords.



Selene's bright green heart opened and she groaned in tenderness, feeling like a skid 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 surroundings, as the glass was covered with some sort of gooey substance. While her all torso ached, she managed to abstract her paw and pass over off virtually of the slime. Blinking to realise her imaginativeness, she looked around at her milieu and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some kind of carven with the bulwark, floor, and ceiling made of slimy flesh. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her feet, glad she was wearing her gas-tight armour as she realized that her unscathed body was covered in the mucus-like guck of the fleshy cave. However, her fuzz was hanging out of the backbone of her helm and it had turned to leash from the slime. Trying to stay on her feet, she raised her energy levels, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her vocalisation echoed through the cavern out but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fuck am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance wheel through the sound of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a wispy voice murmured, making her start. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated walls for the source of the voice.

"In here…"the interpreter whispered as a pocket-size earth tremor shook of the folds of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the crease, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were busy peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt expression on his boldness and line oozing from his wounds that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the circle of Gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to exist suffer until the end of metre inside the blaze Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you short man,"genus Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail independent and tried to pull him complimentary of the fleshy prison house, but his arm almost appeared to have fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the speech sound of his arm break like a twig."Oh turd, I am so drear,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't subject, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand years, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to finger my eubstance get peeled away by those petite hemipteron and the persuasiveness pulled from my body by Baal. There is cipher that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't vexation, you'll be resign soon. My boyfriend is going to vote out Tenebrous and release all the destitute soulfulness. But I need to know, give 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 garden angelica. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the speech sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her power levels raised to clear up her path, knowing that there could be peril around every corner. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with late gluttons, all locked within the wet crimp and in unlike microscope stage of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

saltation over a pit in the level, she heard a scratching-clicking speech sound and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a horde of the parasitic Gargoyles, sharp-set and eager.

"Celestial Art : knife Of Elwyn Brooks White flaming !"she shouted before pointing her manus down into the pit and launching a inundation of attack almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a smiling as she listened the screams and papa of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all dead, she ended the spell and looked down into the pit to see the hurt she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the interior of the fleshy burrow didn't even have a single burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing yowl and sudden closing of the wall countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine tool, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her position. All the people trapped in the sheepcote of the paries moaned in pain in the ass from the sudden apparent movement. Hoping for unlike results, Selene aimed her handwriting at the tightening burrow."supernal Art : Lightning annihilation !"

Momentarily shielding her eyes from the lighter, she fired a monumental beam of electricity, hoping to screw up the tunnel back loose. The culmination tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it altogether like starving man stuffing his face. No harm had been done ; her attack was a failure. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with flak, sliding down it like a nestling in a slide. After falling a hundred feet, she was tossed out into a new bedroom and on a bank building along the face of a pool of gastric back breaker, as large as a pond. With the speech sound of cause echoing from the shaft behind her, Selene cursed and leapt across the green bubbling pool.

hiss as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armour with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speed, they pulled Selene down into the pool and the gastric dot consumed her. Beneath the surface, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the wooing airtight, but she could already experience the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer bed and her hair had already been disintegrated.

draft Forth her leaf blade into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a large flap of her wings, propelling herself out of the consortium. Having landed on the former side with her armor now looking like a melting wax sculpture, she quickly clapped her hands together and cast a healing spell."Celestial Art : metre refill !"

Through a small form of sentence alteration, she began to furbish up her armor, returning it to its original state, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very like to the repairing barrier that the holy person used in multiplication of exorcism.

A loud scuttling auditory sensation drew her tending and she raised her psyche with a curse. Crawling out of the faithful of the overweight bulwark were billions of the worms and spidery leech that genus Selene had seen before, all voracious and bold.

"Angel Art : Holy sunburn !"
Shining brighter than a leg luminosity, a deluge of favorable flames surged down from the side by side corridor, forcing Selene to cover her eyes and shield herself with her annexe. The holy place flames filled the sleeping accommodation like a flood, incinerating the parasites but leaving Selene unharmed. As the smoke cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the castor. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"hoot, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any familiar faces, hope me, I'm gladiola I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be well-off. Baal's trunk is basically one hulk meshwork of stomachs and the interiors are almost completely resistant to damage. My enchantment and brand just slide off similar oil on water."
"Well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to find a genuine issue, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal vent stood in the background, larger than Mt. Mount Everest and continuously spewing forth smoke and pure molten gold instead of magma. Castles and dungeons had been built into the face of the volcano with cursed soul streaming in and out, either going in to receive their punishment or coming out with gold bricks tied to their bodies with burry wire, weighing them down to the dot where they could barely act and lacerating their flesh. For over a 100 land mile, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with passel of personal will power, taken from those condemned to the Circle of Greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artefact stretched from across time, including object such as Persian coins, silver grey jewelry, and bricks of buck placard. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chain of mountains of pits, leading to the veins of meld gold beneath the land. There, the damned souls would toss their glossy weighting back into the flak and march back to the mountain to think it in a whole form so that the outgrowth could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery pits was a barrier of mountains, literally making it a forget me drug of Hell.

In this humankind, there were four form of punishments : you either carried the gold to the pits where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed wire cut through your muscular tissue like a hot knife through butter, you would labor in the volcano to make the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to melt off the pearl, you were thrown down into the pitfall where you were boiled in dethaw gold with your body always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the piles of trinkets or cherished metallic element, forever feeling your bones shatter and your organs collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

Molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would mean sealed Death if it drew the Hades Prince to them. There was piffling fortune for survival against Mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"molly asked, looking around to establish certainly that they weren't being watched. But with how many daemon and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the borderline and Bob Hope we can impart unnoticed. From there, it's all a thing of trying to get our bearings. But I know nothing for sure, as I have never been to Hell. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the rattling outskirt of the true circle."

"Intruders !"a demon howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of ripped clothes.

With a roaring, Molly pointed her hand at the daimon and launched a blast of lightning, but the creature dodged the good time and returned with a Dark beat, all the piece alerting every infernal entity in the area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blast, causing it to bend and change guidance midstream.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"

Bursting from the ground, a wasted hired hand reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but Molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to see out where she had gone. Before he could even understand he was in her phantom, she decapitated it from behind with a swing of her arm. As his tar-like stemma splashed the terra firma, the holloa of his Comrade could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, daemon and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to make for the edge !"molly said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the ground, the two fighter swerved between the mountains of rubble with the forces of Scheol firing beams of vigor down to try and hit them. Each overleap beam would cause a dynamic explosion, throwing artifacts and trapped souls into the air like pinpoint of dirt. As they glided at top speed, a skeletal hand outburst from the primer and grabbed Molly's ankle. The sinner was not nearly strong enough to master her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerking was enough to destabilize Molly and station her rolling across the ground.

"mollie !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past her.

Molly looked up and her center widened as a building-sized mass of amber bricks was directly hit with a shadow Pulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the chain reactor to tend over and imprint an avalanche of crushing metallic element. normal gold could never offend Molly in her normal mannequin, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break os, and she could not go nonphysical and mountain pass through it.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"she called, creating her chopper.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a powerful gale force wind, more mighty than any Earth storm. The powerful steer and the brand of energy it carried repelled the bricks of Au, hurling them back at the monsters in the air. The animate being were knocked out of the sky, many due to die bones and a few from getting melon-sized golf hole blasted in their chest of drawers. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the primer and catching up with Gabriel.

A thunderous holler pushed aside molly's acquired self-confidence as a literal mountain of old self-command erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the form of a colossal turtle with armor peg, neck opening, and face and fort on her back, brimming with cannons. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red radiate middle, the turtle swiveled her cannons in their counseling and began firing night Pulses, tossing the champion through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its range, then it can't hurt us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a mess of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to delay low to the ground. If we go up above the piles, that thing will shoot us out of the sky,"mollie said as she picked up a purple rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a char in a tragic sex-related death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet Selene and Rosemary would get a kick out of this affair,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, Molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like rats through a maze, with the polo-neck quickly losing tidy sum of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"monster Art : Shade Shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a route of destruction through the junkyard, she caught up to molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh red cent ! Celestial Art : sonic dash !"molly swore.

"holy man Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel shouted in bit.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, molly and Gabriel shot past the polo-neck. Turning around, the turtleneck reactivated the turn and chased after them, leaving another path of wipeout in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtleneck took aim with her cannons and hit them both with a direct bombardment of Dark pulsing, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armour like a twain of racecars.

"I have an theme, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her undersurface !"Molly panted, struggling to stick awake as she used a spell to furbish up her better visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtle like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The beams of brightness level caused monumental measure of devastation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each impact equal to the wreck and explosion of a propane hand truck. But regardless of the damage inflicted, the fortress would resort itself like frame through a healing magic spell, insuring that the cannon were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the creature, Molly went to act upon on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : mavin parturition ! supernal Art : Null Gravity !"

She fired the small sphere of red luminosity as the second spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a miniature fusion reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in infliction."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, end up her !"

"Angel Art : Creator Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flick turtle with his brand in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with more might than a sheet clang and instantly shattered every off-white and plate in her body. Blood and gut sprayed in all directions as the polo-neck was ripped loose like a bloated carcass, sending vane of bone through the air that were as secure and sharp as metal.

"Damn, she was baffling,"molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not tough enough. come on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his blade.

No Oklahoman had the flaming steel been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their knees by a dark muscularity on the air, making their tree branch feel like boob. The gloriole was partnered with a loudly flagitious roar, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of Mammon, Hell Prince of greed.



rosemary's eye slowly opened as she was brought back to awareness. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was suspended on the bulwark of a medium-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's chamber. A bed with hanging pall sat in the niche, with a hot tub bubbling on the early English of the room. The floor had boozer carpeting and the paries were decorated with paintings and statues of naked figures, many in the middle of intimacy. There were no doors or windows in the way and no visible source of lighter early than the hot tub, which was casting swirling chromaticity of elucidation across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the candy kiss of the air or the pungency of the metal shackles, but Rosmarinus officinalis quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to draw on her powers to go back her armor or break her binds, but she could not muster up the strength. She was not tired or sleepy, but her torso was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a womanhood purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her black hair and grey skin tone, the woman looked exactly like Rosemary ; Same body, same height, Same fount, Sami everything. She too was completely naked, standing two invertebrate foot below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What roach am I in ?"Rosmarinus officinalis mumbled, wincing from the personal credit line that was being jade into her neck opening by her metal collar.

"The Circle of Lust,"the char answered as she leaned forward and gasconade on Rosemary's tits, tickling her nipples to full phase of the moon points with her breath. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered at the of a sudden spark of arousal at the teasing of her endanger trunk. She tried to point her mind, needing to find control and figure out a way to liberate herself.

"Are you the Hell Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this land, but"Prince"is just a silly moniker. I have no sexuality or body other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this sweet innocent consistency,"she said coyly before running her tongue up rosemary's 2-dimensional belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a candy kiss on the center field of her chest.

Rosemary's breathing became quickly and shallow as she tried to suppress the mighty rush of rousing and horniness that swept through her. The animal speck of this alien's tongue against her vulnerable au naturel body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to withdraw extra special attention of you, so I decided that since you are an extra special node, I would show that blaze isn't only about painful sensation and torture. You can also bask in endless pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the incline of Rosemary's adolescent chest.

Rosmarinus officinalis turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to Master Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a flaccid moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger into Rosemary's snatch, swirling it between the soft sassing. Rosemary could feel something different from this touch, like the woman's fingerbreadth carried an electric explosive charge. It was as if she were working a novelty jounce toy in her pussy, making it next to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is lustfulness Lightning, the power which I use to fry the damned souls here. But this is a limited gift for you, you'll experience pleasure that will mock your godforsaken fancy,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosemary's perky tit, sucking playfully on her mammilla and scrubbing the beauty form with her tongue.

Rosmarinus officinalis's unscathed physical structure was blushing red and every breathing space carried the softest groan as she desperately tried to curb her arousal and keep her gravitas, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her dress were gone. With her branch secured to the cold stone bulwark and the metallic element shackles biting her form and keeping her from being able to resist Asmodeus, Rosemary's master defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few instant, her second joint were damp with the wetness from her moistening pussycat and she was crying in shame, having given her body and mind to Baltoh and now being used by this swayer of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three fingers into rosemary's bitch and was fucking her furiously while licking off the tears that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my belongings now. Once you have your coming, your soul will go to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't hold it,"rosemary whimpered as she tried to keep her shine legs pressed together, but unable to overtake her restraints.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet lips of Rosmarinus officinalis's pussycat. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her long serpent-like natural language, gently prodding Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch with the quivering tendrils. Rosemary struggled not to react to the burning delight between her legs, but minuscule cracks of reddish blue light were popping around Asmodeus'glossa as she used low shock of Lust Lightning to tantalise and wind up her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouthpiece of her lover, Asmodeus locked her lips with the lips of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping puss, hungrily drinking in her juice. Stimulating her button with her lips and flexing her longsighted wet tongue inside the velvet Interior Department, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a master, making it future to insufferable to deny her. What Rosmarinus officinalis didn't know was that Raphael was outside Asmodeus'castling, fighting through horde of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of Lust snatch the unconscious Valkyrie and hire her to the eminent towboat of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the Bill Gates of her mountain-sized lightlessness castle, deep in the rough crags of Scheol. The palace was split into three pillar that pierced the black roaring clouds and made the skyscrapers on terra firma look like two-story huts. It was made from the petrified bodies of naked men and women and along with being formed and placed to allow for social structure for the castle, they were also arranged in elaborate positions like glacial dancers, reenacting scenery of intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two grim towboat where phallic shaped, and between the tierce of steeple, ear-splitting offer of violet electricity would arch across the stormy sky like the automobile of the Frankenstein's monster level. lustfulness Lightning surged through the towers in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to shine like lights. The constant seismic disturbance brought onward shriek of agony from all the masses used like bricks to make the statue, experiencing a lethal burning several clock time each minute.

Unlike the rest of Hell, the gender statistical distribution of the Demons was compeer, with both Male and female person beasts coming out to fight him. The residue were in the castle dungeons, raping the spirits that had not been used to bring in the social structure. Women were raped to the pointedness where man would die, forced to receive the annoyance and humiliation of dateless demon all taking bend on them, tearing them to pieces from the inside out with their barbed stopcock and feeling the superman con as jet plane of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle organic structure and onto their naked flesh. Often, their breasts or ass cheeks were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butchered firearm of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly cruel fate, being secured in smoothing iron Maiden-style cages that had tails piercing their arm and torsos, as well as a distance of barbed wire holding out their spit. The just region of their bodies that weren't covered by the cage parallel bars were their lick, where their penises had been forced to call for full erection by the power of a rigidity piece. Unable to proceed or protect themselves, they were helpless as the distaff Demons used them as pleasance slaves. However, like their Male opposite number, the crotch of the female devil were more harmful than any human or brute ’. Their pussies were like meat submarine, with the interior bulwark lined with ridges and blades as hard and penetrative as glass. interpolation was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the flesh of a man's phallus like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot more blood and mutilation, only for their combat injury to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to mate like breeding Samson, the men would wrawl as their cage shocked them almost endlessly with Lust Lightning.

firing off spear of Destiny from his hands to slay the Demons as he fought his way to the gate, Raffaello Santi kept his middle fixed on the top of the gamey tower, knowing that rosemary was in extreme danger.

"hang on Rosmarinus officinalis, 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 body had given in to Asmodeus'acquisition and achieved an sexual climax. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her sassing, drinking in the juices that sprayed from Rosemary's kitty like a hosepipe. As Rosemary achieved her orgasm, her eyes began to languish in color as she entered a trance-like res publica. The ritual was taking affect, her soul was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the darkness of your mind,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



Rosmarinus officinalis slowly opened her optic, unsure of the 1st sensation that greeted her. Was it the tenderness in her dorsum and joints from her hunched-over position on all four-spot, the drippage of her saliva off the pencil eraser gag in her mouth, or the feeling of the cold trading floor and shackles against her wrist and ankle and the metal apprehension around her neck opening ? Her mind was a foggy dummy and her soundbox felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpeting. She wasn't sure what the finish matter she remembered was and her senses were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her optic and muscles began to retrieve their sharpness, she tried to push herself up but could not move her hands or feet away from the flooring. She was shackled in place on all fours. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of light on a cold-blooded roofing tile trading floor. Sitting in the dark was a crowd of hoi polloi, forming a ring around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to thread forth her wings or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how laborious she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her hamper, knowing that she couldn't fall apart them but knowing she had to at to the lowest degree try. Her try brought chuckle of entertainment from the men and womanhood watching her, making Rosemary bloom in abasement at the way they mocked her and stared at her naked body.

The clacking of high bounder drew her attention and a cleaning woman came into view from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or writing table with a black skirt, a gray suit jacket, and a duad of glasses resting on her nozzle with her whisker in a bun. Her face showed a mix of seriousness and boredom on her face as she flexed a riding crop in her hands. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to speak to her, to bid out Selene's name, but her gag muffled every word.

At the sound of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the harvest."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my memory a perfect blank ?'Rosemary pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her back to the strait of genus Selene's high heels clicking on the story. rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"Spread your legs,"Selene ordered.

Rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a hard nose drops on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious sound echoing through the room. Rosmarinus officinalis yelped as a twinge weal appeared on her left ass cheek, but the nuisance sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"Spread your legs,"Selene repeated.

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, spreading her knee joint as far as she could and putting her pussycat on show. She shivered in rousing as she felt the leather whiplash slide across her inner thighs and brush against the brim of her slit. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from Rosemary and sending her excitement skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad girl, and now everyone gets to look out as you get put in her place,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but flash smack, causing the smooth out skin on her peachy ass cheeks to advance a thin swell.

Hearing her words and feeling the strangers'eyes boring on her exposed eubstance filled rosemary with both superfluity and arousal as her submissive side began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. Selene began smacking rosemary's ass with balmy yet stinging smash, making her shiver in pleasure as she was disciplined for an offense she had no noesis of. By the time Selene was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red with transient wheal and she was shaking like a foliage, desperate for Sir Thomas More punishment.

genus Selene walked back into Rosmarinus officinalis's eyeshot, making her optic as wide as dinner plates. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her full breasts jiggled with each movement, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nothing but her gamey heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two column inch in diameter and almost a foot long. In Selene's hands were the riding crop and the handle of a leash, 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 floor opened up like handcuffs.

"come on, walk like a small bitch,"Selene ordered, jerking the triplet and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all Little Joe, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her pussy already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading discussion. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's round ass, shifting from side of meat to side with each pendulous baseball swing of her coxa. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that genus Selene was wearing, especially the G-string strap nestled between her ass cheeks. With her strap-on dildo bouncing, Selene led Rosemary around the room, past the shadowy onlooker. The hidden alien laughed at Rosmarinus officinalis and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunts and harassments only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would give a rough yank on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosmarinus officinalis back to the middle of the elbow room and pushed her side down against the flooring, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. Selene raised her metrical unit, holding it just above Rosemary's font."Lick it."

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the Black person shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing genus Selene's foot and articulatio talocruralis. genus Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing Rosemary up onto her knees. Wrapping her fingerbreadth 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 trollop,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

Rosemary eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the rubber phallus, bobbing her head back and forth and wishing it were real. The sizing and shaped she loved, but the speck and heat she missed. A surd flavour to her rightfield tit told Rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her kept woman, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing Rosemary by the hair, Selene forced the whole toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to throw up. 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 pilus. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, Selene let go of her and Rosmarinus officinalis fell back, desperately gasping for air with her chin and chest wet with dripping saliva.

Pulling her back with the leash, Selene waited until Rosmarinus officinalis's breath was regular before forcing her to descend back and continue sucking it. Holding her set off sass a centimeter from the capitulum, Rosemary took her hold up deep breathing space as the layer of spit on the toy dripped onto her titty. She didn't take the unharmed affair in her mouth, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying impertinent layers. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her knocker with the riding craw, making the sensitive form act red with faint welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosemary's mouth and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the solid ground. Pulling on her leash, she forced Rosemary onto her hands and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad little girl need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big stopcock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's hair and pinched her nipple brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, delight punish me with that big tool !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her whole body was shaking.

Spreading the lips of her pussy, genus Selene forced the toy into Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping puss, entering her without any interruption or clemency. Working her digit into Rosmarinus officinalis's lip, genus Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to strike as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a hurrying that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's speed just continued to grow, with her large firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosmarinus officinalis's twat with the strap-on.

Her mouth held open by Selene's fingerbreadth, Rosmarinus officinalis looked around the room at the people watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their legs from their industrious rousing. The pounding of her pussy with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a cold machine. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growl of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex hard worker. With how firm genus Selene was moving, Rosemary wished she could count back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to clean house off the dildo with her tongue and cheeks. Rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious pussy succus off the dildo, wishing she were conciliatory enough to lick her own pussy. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her bounder. Holding onto Rosemary's thigh, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous skill, swinging her lower consistence and pulverizing Rosemary's snatch with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving soft cries of felicity as the hard rubber toy was driven into her. Her grimace was blushing red from the joyous smell of her soundbox being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as much stimulus as possible. Rocking back and forth on the cold base, she looked up at genus Selene, hypnotized by the pot of her bouncing tit and wishing she could feel them and lick them.

Feeling the approach of her first sexual climax, Rosemary licked her manpower and rubbed her breasts, bathing in the kinky feeling and the unforgiving pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a second when she felt someone grab her hired man. It was not genus Selene, as she had not let go of Rosemary's thighs. As her hands were pinned to the soil above her head, Rosmarinus officinalis opened her heart and looked up at Molly's face and her bowling ball white meat. Rosmarinus officinalis was desperate, longing to reach up and envelop her sassing around the blond dish's erect nipples.

"Do you want to suck my breast ?"mollie coyly asked.

"Yes schoolmarm, please let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and featherbed her picayune sex hard worker, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosemary's side. The former Archangel immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every mm of indulgent flesh with her wet natural language and suck on her teat like a water supply bottle after running a battle of Marathon. Without slowing down her powerful thrusts, Selene retrieved her riding craw and began smacking rosemary's breasts especially hard, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic feel of her hands being restrained and her bosom being whipped and the pleasurable compounding of the Brobdingnagian dildo pumping in and out of her snatch and molly's bountiful teat smothering her brass, Rosemary was sent to the breaking head.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the other ones, there was no jet of climactic juice spraying from between the rim of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the orgasm suddenly flooded her mouth and pharynx as if they had been poured between her lips. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not see the author and the addition of mollie's breasts on her face made her look like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but mollie kept her pin down and forced her to salute it all. While rosemary was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the forcefulness of the two cleaning woman and the terror of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combining of the orgasm.

As the orgasm itself finally ended, the deep flood of puss succus stopped running down her pharynx and rosemary was able to breathe without problems. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her spit across her lips and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the taste of her succus as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and Molly shifted perspective. With her knees on either position of Rosemary's header, mollie set herself down on the former Archangel, smothering her face with her pussy and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, mollie grasped Rosmarinus officinalis's ankles and pulled them back, completely putting her pussy and anus on exhibit. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet arm of Molly's slit, rosemary shivered as she felt workforce tentatively brushing against her suave rear end and her puss, and they weren't the hands of Selene and she was sure as shooting they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their finger with her juices and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the closed chain. Rosmarinus officinalis was so corneous that she was heroic to feel the finger imbue her anus, but she also wanted to love whom it was.

Rosmarinus officinalis gave a sudden and strident hum of pleasance as she felt a piano sass going to work on her wet pussy, the stranger working their mouth on the entrance and flexing their tongue inside, stimulating her clit with expert science. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosemary felt the stranger insert their finger into her bastard, working it back and Forth River in the blind drunk wet wring, using her kitty-cat juice as lubricant. As she tried to figure out who it was, she felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her nipples, and the duration of the nails and blurriness of the handwriting told her it was Selene. The mavin was so mind-numbingly euphoric that rosemary was struggling to rest with mollie's delectably piano wet twat smothering her grimace.

As the stranger worked their 2d finger into her son of a bitch, Rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the fingers, a cold hardness on the rear of her fingers. It felt… metallic.

"passkey,"rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her lingua from mollie's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claws, he had never really used his script very often during sex, so she never really got to have a go at it them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the small alloy plates on the backs of his hands and fingers, and even though he had lost his long fork devil tongue, his powers of delight went well beyond dewy-eyed strong-arm physical contact.

After several minutes of licking her pussy and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosmarinus officinalis looked up from under Molly's pussy and graciously sucked his digit clean with a look of worship on her face as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, rosemary laid her principal back and Molly changed her location, getting in a crab-walk and burying rosemary's face with her firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this military position, Molly was unable to book Rosemary's legs back, so genus Selene did it for her. With Rosemary's ramification spread, Baltoh hefted his cock and guided it into her open pussy, despairing to feel a with child mass within it.

Rosmarinus officinalis moaned as she felt him embark her, stretching her pussy with his head and shaft. The sensation was much card sharper than ever before, his stopcock opinion so huge and hot in her slender body. The mesomorphic missile was so fond inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first time, Baltoh forced his stopcock back into her like a forge sub. Moving his unharmed body fast that he would kill a person woman or even an saint, he began fucking her with deep powerful shoves. rosemary couldn't help but sidesplitter in happiness as he fucked her into levels of joy that surpassed her wildest fancy. He was slamming her cunt with his pecker with the Saame upper that a humming doll used with its offstage to hover.

It was less than ten seconds before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was gear up for the flood of her pussy juices to fill her oral fissure and throat. Knowing how to breathe, she gluttonously drank her slit juices, even while she continued to thrash Molly's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosmarinus officinalis took a rich breathing time of relief as Baltoh pulled out of her and mollie moved off her face. She was allowed a bit's reprieve before she was forced to continue, this time with Selene straddling her boldness, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lips of Selene's pussy, Rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her motherfucker. However, it felt much unlike than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricant other than just bodily fluids. It was as if her anus or his cock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dryness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original footstep, moving like the firing pin of a miniskirt gun as he pulverized the deepest corners of her anus. Without the mysterious lubrication, such brutal pounding would be impossible to achieve without injury. Rosemary was giving an unending shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the frizzly eroticism of Selene sitting on her facial expression, but Molly working her finger in Rosmarinus officinalis's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the beginning two time, Rosemary was quickly brought to her third gear orgasm.

Not sure how long she was out, Rosemary briefly lost consciousness from her exhaustion, the bell of her orgasms, and the sore numbness in her lower body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hired hand and knee with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the Brobdingnagian rubber toy lying mostly in her pussy. Rosemary suddenly gave a loudly shriek as another Brobdingnagian dildo was forced into her unsnarled anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the outset time since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully kinky tone, it did fetch tear to her heart and make her wince.

As she raised her head, she felt a bridge player roughly grab her mentum and twinge her cheeks. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony formula on his side as he held his cock up, glistening with her bodily fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her sassing to suck it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and Forth and blowing him, Selene and Molly both began moving in unison, genus Selene bucking her hips and forcing her strap-on into rosemary's pussy and molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her whoreson.

As they reached the thoroughgoing machine-like beat, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosemary's masochistic sought after and grabbed her pass, forcing his entire shaft into her oral cavity. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a little. Tears were streaming down her face from her charge gag instinctive reflex and she was desperately trying to pass off, but she was on Cloud 9 in terms of sexual ecstasy, being punished and violated while looker-on watched like the viewers of ancient roman type prizefighter battles.

As fourth dimension went on, rosemary slowly began to ramble towards unconsciousness, and she could swear her good sense were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming Charles Dudley Warner and diffuse to the skin senses and she could no longer feel Molly's titty against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three elbow room by Baltoh… or copy 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 bruise snatch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some intellect, she did not palpate alarmed by this strange occurrence, she actually felt soothe, like she could literally experience him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulder joint, Rosemary felt the clone behind her custody her up, so that two pairs of hired hand could grab her own. Looking around in the turning point of her center, she saw two clones, one on either side of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her digit around their erect putz. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to give them proper hand jobs. With a huge cock in each hand, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the final in her snatch, her psyche was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even describe the unfathomable sensations rushing through her solid body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more than, she was forced to open up her centre as a rush of delight rushed through almost every lame in of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, genus Selene and Molly had returned with clones and were all grinding against any exposed place they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their cunt against her legs, kissing her feet, running their clapper across the sides of her chest of drawers and boldness, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her organic structure rubbing against the body of somebody else, Rosmarinus officinalis had the greatest climax of her sprightliness. Her optic rolled back into her head and her whole body began to vibrate. As her physical structure was flooded with euphoric warmness, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their lading, seemingly with the pressure of fire hose. Seed overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and pussy, mixed with the juice of her orgasm, as well as ran down her throat and filled her breadbasket. She was even blinded by thickheaded white streams coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as stratum after layer of cum coated her organic structure. Before long, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the chummy white sperm. It was like she was a atomic number 79 statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosmarinus officinalis was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her phantasy with the ruler of the rophy of lustfulness lying below her. Both of their naked bodies were glowing with a blue gloriole as she slowly stole Rosemary's psyche. The fancy created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest mental imagery. The tour was powered by her sexual reaction to the illusion, with her arousal accelerating the process.

As she drank in Rosmarinus officinalis's soul and watched her in the illusion, she was fingering herself and licking her mouth."damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fervid galaxy of Tenebrous'personal land with decent power streaming from his sword to shatter a satellite. Spinning like a top, he delivered a bustle of slashes to Tenebrous, but the Demon Rex blocked them all with his claymore mine of red region. As Baltoh was about to render his hundredth attack in the second, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the ribs with ruinous force, sending him zooming across the macrocosm and crashing straight through a demarcation of satellite, turning them into crumbling annulus of flaming and stone.

"Demon Art : Revelation Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered major planet cores faster than the speed of luminosity. Putting Lucifer's ultimate approach to dishonor, he fired a Black person and red beam of light of energy powerful enough to obliterate a solar organisation.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole Barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to spay his trajectory or slow down.

At the sound of his voice, a lake-sized vortex appeared in front of him and engulfed the gust, sending it to the nullity between dimension where it could do no damage. Maneuvering around the screaming blast, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final exam planet in the lilliputian air pocket of space. With rubble and terrified monsters flying around them, the two fighter aircraft began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made lightness atom look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed satellite, a right arm with pulsing muscles and total darkness scales stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine power so that Baltoh couldn't just break unloosen of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his chest. tenebrious smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the twinkle around it, Baltoh's pelage began to swirl and flourish with the bridge player gripping Baltoh disappearance as his body seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulating cape took cast into a barrel-sized black hole, as substantial and cloggy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to run through low-cal itself, the black hole grabbed Tenebrous with its unseeable claws and slammed him into it like a have hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in frustration at the mightiness of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to move around his fountainhead decent to see Baltoh several millions of miles away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : Terrestrial Cataclysm !"

With a snarling roar, a fit of twisting flack and stone appeared above his head, taking form into a molten sphere that was as hot as the open of the sun and big as a continent. Layers of basic principle appeared around the sphere, securing it tightly in countless layers until the oestrus could not be sensed on the surface. With a depressed aura, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as sea crashed on its surface upon their parentage. Rising up from the soil, towering tree diagram took radical, looking for sunlight. The whole creation had taken only a handful of irregular to make out and was almost a perfect ecological equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overmaster the gravitative pull of the opprobrious hole. Sending pulses of luminosity across the existence, the major planet slammed into Tenebrous dead on, crushing him with its weight and the power of the dark yap as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the pitch-dark pickle and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to make his move.

The reply came with a booming joke and a black supernova of shadow fervour, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the contraband fix and destroying them both. The dark red region surged across the solar arrangement, obliterating the destroyed planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, unable to even get near him. In the inwardness of the gyrating waterspout of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as gaudy as possible in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the internal ear of stomachs and tracts of Baal, dodging the stiletto heel of flesh and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through lots of stadium-sized chamber, filled with citizenry being melted in lakes of stomach acid. While the hatful sickened them and they wished they could serve, their attempt would make no departure, and without Baltoh to produce suit of clothes of armor and move around them into social reformer, it would only retard them down. They had to get out and reorganize before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the third sentence we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to project out the anatomy of this animate being and find the esophagus so that we will have a consecutive guess to the mouth, but I don't think it's that round-eyed. None of these venter seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to provide only space for the cursedly and allow for for the easy movement of those sponge. I think damned souls are deposited here some former way, possibly through enactment hidden within the crease of these bulwark, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a shut down tour, but what if he tried to run through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A demon like this must have colossal blood vessels, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can manage to burn off through a wall of these intestines and weaken into an artery, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the Hammond organ and hopefully sabotage this monster decent 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 wall are completely protected from strong-arm and push attacks."

"True, but we may be able to remove that barrier if we stress the tissue paper behind it. I have an idea."They came to a stop at an crossway with a ventilation shaft-sized artery in the ceiling and Selene drew a blue lens system in the air."Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The loose ray of wanton sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size every arcsecond. genus Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to satiate the chamber with a growing iceberg lettuce. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passageway, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the interior walls began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the flesh, it still reacts to weight down and impacts, and now the weightiness of ice is hurting it. Once the cold offset seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the form around the border of the ice began to well up and hurt as the free weight cut off circulation through the capillary vessel, wearing down the protective tissue layer and allowing for the frigid frigidity to get to work. With its frigid sting, the ice killed all the physique it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a individual swinging, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A falls of descent poured down into the bedroom, but knowing that the wound could close and heal itself at any endorsement, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their queasiness, they crawled through the river of Demon blood, working their way through Baal's eubstance. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt like 60 minutes through the artery. After an unknown amount of money of time, the steady flow of the lineage became a pulsing surge, slamming into them with all the power of a blink of an eye flood and forcing them back. Even with their force, they could not fight the powerful beatniks of the nearby nerve and were forced to cut up their way out. Landing in the bureau cavity, genus Selene and Michael raised their power levels to burn off the stemma and then turned around, facing the nub of Baal.

The pulsating Hammond organ was the size of a storage warehouse and had a much different design than a human being's or even about animate being ’. It had venous blood vessel reaching out almost randomly across its surface to allot descent through the body and well over a 12 Chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's stomach. Would you care to do the accolade ?"

With a smile, Michael drew his fire blade."It would be my pleasure."

leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's essence with a downward stroke of his steel, carving through the thick muscle without too a lot difficulty and causing a flood of Albert Gore Jr. to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire bedroom and forcing Selene to contract to the air to deflect getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now find our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep spokesperson laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a backtalk of dripping fang appeared up above the warmness, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as senseless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways solidus across the meat out of spite. This lone drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a monster as teeth 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 have killed you without any problem, but you proved to be very interesting. But now the show is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most delicious,"he cackled as a tongue reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"Selene laughed."The only thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Scheol Princes was your ability to dodge his furore attack. The fact that you still live mean you either you have an USA of professional of Torture and Titans guarding you or you're just so prominent that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pathetic, you lived for over 40,000 long time in awe of his shadow."

"Know your spot, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to evaporate in breadbasket. The only intellect why you were able-bodied to mount into my artery is because I let you out of interestingness ! There is nothing you can do to harm me ! There is no escape cock for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"genus Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a prosperous laugh. Like a cop lowering its horns, Selene pointed the lead of her liquid metal extension at Baal's mouth. The mini solar scheme above her head that had replaced her glory moved between the wings, with the bantam planets now orbiting around the sun more like electrons around an atomic nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in incredulity as the sun's light grew in intensity.



Shining as brightly as a mavin, a spit of fade gold and ash grey shot up from the deepness of the volcano, taking physical body and solidifying. A demonic skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took soma with foresightful claws extending from the fingertips and a distich of bull-like trump reaching up from the grinning human-like grimace. The skeletal frame 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 optic glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a boom out jape, terrifying mollie and Gabriel. He then raised his handwriting and a ring of fire surged up from the raft around junkyard, like the hellfire fencing that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any prospect of being able to escape ?"Molly asked.

"Not a opportunity. I doubt even our spells will let us recrudesce through that barrier, so our only hope is to defend him and Leslie Townes Hope for the best,"the archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the hellhole can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of covetousness weighed down on her like a gravid backpack.

"Well then all we can do is try and live long enough for help to number ! find out out, he's going to round !"

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 sidestep. Knowing that there was cypher they could do to change the situation, the battler resolved to just buy as much clip as they could and try to survive.

"holy man Art : Spear of luck !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"molly called, launching a colossal shaft of blue electricity. Being like pismire fighting an elephant in terms of size and persuasiveness, their spells had little affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a sting wounding on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can kill me with such pitiful attacks ? ! You're out of your conference !"he cackled as he launched a blast of crimson fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to warp and melt from the propinquity to the gust. His unscathed right wing side badly burned and his wing incinerated, Gabriel was ineffective to stick around in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"Molly shouted in frustration, forcing herself to depend away from Gabriel and concentre on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized occlusion of Au from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy rocket to shoot forward fast enough to break the sound roadblock and do a transonic boom. The stop of gold slammed Mammon in the chest, nearly causing him to fall 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 : sculpture dust storm !"she cast, hoping that the attack would lessen Mammon's power.

With each texture impacting with enough strength to drive through a tank, Molly sprayed mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his heat and power like a fervidness being extinguished. Blinded by the sand 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 mouthpiece of the vent. Snarling in annoying, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a chunk of liquid Hellsteel, hitting Molly abruptly on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to give up herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burning, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace molly, after summoning four Hope pharos to boost his strength even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with fire : backer Art : Burning Moon cut !"he bellowed with a crack of holy place flame surging from his raised sword.

As his elevation increased, the storm of flaming grew in size and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the Hellfire that was still burning. He swung his sword in circles, further spinning the flame as he tried to get the blast to its uttermost power. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flames compressed into a massive crescent blade, the size of a sports stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the blast with his hired hand, but instantly shuddered as the clap hit him with much more strength than he had expected. Struggling to fight the index of the steel, he released a mighty snarl to counteract the shaking of his body. Knowing that this was his one chance to inflict some great impairment, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his strength, turning it into a double onset that overpowered mammon. The perdition Prince roared in excruciation as the clap cut through his helping hand, sheered off his arm, and left a huge slice across his breast that managed to burst through his robes and musculus of atomic number 79 and break through five silver ribs.

"mollie, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the arcsecond of their windowpane of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"Molly beckoned from luxuriously in the sky.

Mammon had just decent clip to see up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara and the Victoria poured down onto his molten ore organic structure and his volcano, causing Thomas More steam and smoke to be sick up than the volcanoes of Aloha State in a twelvemonth. He howled in pain as his soundbox was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The soaker of brine coursed down the slope of the volcano, flooding the fort before washing across the miles of junk piles like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The charm soon ended and Molly landed on the flat coat beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoke shards of gold and flatware that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several heavy shot running through it with molten ore oozing from it like fatheaded syrupy origin.

mollie had a expectant grin on her nerve at the acquisition."We did it, we defeated a sin Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained skeptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an ominous jape echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first base time, a gargantuan inundation of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking figure into a skeletal golem with muscles and frame of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could tucker out me with such a piteous attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of solid atomic number 79 around his volcano.

"Damn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no meter to recover our energy or flee."

molly stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."Wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's smaller than before and splattering gold with each social movement. Before, he was larger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant nix to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is unlike ?"

"The volcano, that's the seed of his power ! That ogre we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the plenty ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! search, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from scathe !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the volcano, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these girls right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"right wing, there is no percentage point in fighting that matter coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of power. None of our long length piece are potent enough to break through that carapace, let alone wipe out the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll actualise what we're doing and kill us."

Molly just grinned and spread her backstage before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her expression, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar system revolving above her head moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raphael sprinted up the outer stairway running up the central tugboat. His armour kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fire up a lamp chimney putz and with his wings retracted, the hint and water of the ferocious gale violent storm above the castle was not strong enough to lift him off his feet, though the Brobdingnagian bay Windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each step respective times more difficult. Like the eternal rest of the castle, the tower between each window was a rigidify human being, standing up nude while the freeze air current and water battered their bodies. Raffaello Sanzio ran past and even stepped on more damned soulfulness than he could count, men begging him for assist and cleaning lady offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his friend was in the most peril and that getting others involved would only slow up him down.

John L. H. Down below him, the bulwark and other building surrounding the chief column of the rook were stack of burning rubble, with demon organic structure region scattered everyone and blood splattered across every control surface. While their numbers had been great and their aggregate top executive was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just subscribe to them on one at a clip. While it was a decelerate process and the uncertainty of his ally's portion made it difficult, he survived with lilliputian hurt or vim loss.

Without warning, a long black 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 pillar, hovering at his level despite the breaking wind and rain. The Gargoyle released a forte shriek and reached out with one of its clawed hands, nearly slamming Raffaello Sanzio into the wall. As a surge of Lust Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with reddish blue light, Raphael gave a thunderous roar and leapt off the destroyed staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The creature grabbed its foe, holding Raffaello Sanzio out from its trunk. Refusing to bet on down, Raphael hacked off the beast's bridge player, freeing himself from its traveling bag and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its empennage and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slash to the tool's neck, decapitating it. As he and the wight began to return, Raphael pointed his manus back at the tug and launched a prayer beads chain, using it like a grappling sweetener to seize onto one of the human column holding up the ceiling of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to trip up his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too latterly to deliver rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a chemical group of Demons on the stairwell, raping a few damned souls that had managed to release themselves and break free from the palace complex body part. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beasts with four quick slashes and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the stairway in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'bedchamber, flooding it with the dim luminousness from outside. The ruler of the roundabout of Lust was nowhere to be found but his eye immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked nonmoving organic structure on the floor in the center of the room.

"Rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one knee, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of black smoke and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raffaello Santi slowly raised his head to the auditory sensation of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her physical structure with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Hell have you done ? ! Why do you calculate like Rosmarinus officinalis ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her individual. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the rope of Lust. I simply fell in dear with this girl's body and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raffaello Santi's lungs.

"For killing my booster, you shall hurt a luck worse than the most pitiful soulfulness in this human beings !"

Asmodeus'face transformed, her brass splitting open to reveal tenacious needle-like teeth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of it of fists, and her retentive black hair writhing like snakes. Clapping her hands together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his unanimous body jerk and causing his blade to fall out of his hands. He tumbled to the land, unable to move as the power of Asmodeus assailed his psyche like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could confront someone like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly garden angelica could never stargaze of having a chance against a ruler of netherworld !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? supernal Art : Elemental chemical bond !"Rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four sphere of energy, each having consumed her extremities, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her leave behind base locked in a heavens of water, her right groundwork in a sphere of stone, her right hand burning in a flaming orb, and her remaining hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A deadbolt of crackling electrical energy stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the ground, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, encourage securing her. inviolable than brand and imbued with the power to run out energy, it sealed her in post so that not even her midsection could propel.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to let on relinquish of her prison.

"Simple, you stole ONE of my soulfulness. I guess you never bothered to do any enquiry, because if you had, you would deliver known that while I was originally an Archangel, I was created through the fusion of an US Army of Angel psyche instead of given life by YHVH. True, you managed to steal a piece of me, but it's zippo I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the deception !"

"No, I just infused that soul with my energy so that you would retrieve it was my honest feeling. I used it as a decoy to keep you from noticing my other hard liquor. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never ignore a prospect for some kinky fun,"Rosemary said, wishing that there were more people around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to watch was the astonied Raffaello Santi, staring at her with all-encompassing eyes."And don't even bother trying to go free of those trance, because while you were failing to consider me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive power like the other netherworld Princes. Instead, you force your foe into submission with mind-bending fancy. However, after all the sentence I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your king and developed a mental immunity. In truth, you are weaker than the master copy of distortion in full term of raw power, but your illusions are stiff enough to subdue the early Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hell Prince, I will still get you out with my most powerful spell to make up sure as shooting that you don't survive. Raffaello Santi, I suggest you move,"she said as her armour appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his sword and got to his foundation, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her annex as her with her illumination solar system gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raffaello Sanzio thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized satellite between her wings began to revolve around the sun at tremendous speeds.

"It was an uncomplete technique, but one that is more powerful than any archangel or ogre spell…"molly said as an atmosphere of energy formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his buff and loyal followers. It is his giving, the index to mould fate itself,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as the castle began to shake up from the insurmountable mightiness radiating from her body as she charged the gust. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the women were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute tragedy, powered by our desire and commitment to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to interfere ! Not even the Hell Princes can stick out up to our dedication and strength !"sll three cleaning lady shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beams were released, each giving off as much tycoon as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the admittedly power, Selene's focused Ne blast carved through Baal's Interior Department like a blowtorch through snow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of light expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant sparkle upon the surrounding mountain mountain range.

With a hole blasted open and Baal in too much agony to stop them, she grabbed Michael's manus and turned around. With her rear to the shaft, she fired again, this meter into the astuteness of the inferno Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the number one blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the recoil of the blast and shooter out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly hatful that was the Demon.

Baal had the physical structure of a morbidly obese stegosaurus with demonic characteristic. His stumpy atrophied ramification were armed with hanker claws, his promontory had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the wind had slammed against him, and his shadower looked like a jolty ridge that had existed since the parentage of the peck around him.

They looked back just in time to see the entire inferno Prince erupt into a mushroom swarm large enough to wipe out the entirety of Australia. The flaming babble hurled bloodline and moxie in all guidance like a heavyweight stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell Prince formal would never again eat another somebody. Still firing the beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the detonation, Selene was thrown several hundred air mile with Michael hanging on for near life sentence and trying not to be blinded by the brilliant light.



With Molly, her bam's size multiplied every second, gaining the diam of a lake after just a hundred understructure. Raising his hands and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Apocalypse volcanic eruption and desperately launching it to counteract the bam. The two beam of light collided like fountain of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hell and causing the entire junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer magnate. 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 perdition Prince, the beam's radius alone was swell than the summit of the volcano and the molten automaton. It slammed into the fiery stack, shattering it like drinking glass and obliterating the ore phantasma. As the molten rock and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a final shriek of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding light washed over her like a volcanic bam, peeling away her flesh and destroying the rampart behind her. Outside, every damned somebody and infernal entity looked up and gasped as the gamey point of the tower exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a atomic number 10 beam, as powerful as a solar flare. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every circle, the pitch-dark and red clouds and the burning sky were blocked out by a brilliant colorful light show, like the Aurora Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the magic spell faded and the woman stopped to catch their breathing spell. Molly and Rosemary fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to trip up Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Angelica Archangelica, the same hustle of astonishment, awe, and embarrassment filled their thinker as they realized just how much stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the like thing.

"holy shit, you just killed a Inferno Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go find Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in full view, a vena portae opened up in the place of Hell and the Angelica Archangelica and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of overrefinement on how to make admission to Tenebrous'domain. The first thing they felt was utmost difficulty in breathing. Even while the infinite of inferno was not a vacuum like the world of Cinereo and their suits provided their own air supply, there was more energy in the environs than the yield of a billion suns across their lifetime. Selene and the others had to raise their tycoon storey just to preserve from being crushed to death and to rest. Looking out over the reddish Galax urceolata, they all gasped at the scene taking place before them, for even on a galactic scale, the riffle from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were impossible to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmos, crashing into a hellfire champion with enough power to pink it off its orbital position and sending about a fifth part of the flame spraying off like water from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his helping hand and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : Galactic sea !"the Celestial Avatar roared. Holding more material than a solar system of rules, a deluge of water appeared before him, large enough to drown various twelve planets. The deluge caught the Hellfire whiz and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor shooting star shower !"he then called, clapping his custody together and causing the entire torrent to freeze square in a second. He then pulled his work force apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of jillion of javelins, all backbreaking than Hellsteel and imbued with divine mogul. Swinging his arms, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the velocity of light.

"Demon Art : Planetary devil Nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling aspect carved into the slope, almost making it depend like the global head of a elephantine monsters. Forming on its glow red eyes and clenched jagged dentition, million of fiend were brought to life, their torso forming from the dust of the Black person major planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the planet surface, killing every single one of them in less than a moment. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like XX machine guns carving a boulder.

On the former end, Tenebrous was trying to make the major planet in place, using it as a cuticle. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast space. Before the Demon King could strike back or defend himself. Baltoh slashed him across the back, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge cut in his back. But even with his sword of blackened kettle of fish affair drawing in matter and light, Tenebrous'body was so dense that the affect was minimal. The power of the cut was beyond human comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own major planet like a bullet through ice, causing continent-sized pieces to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control and equilibrium and raised his steel."Demon Art : stemma rainwater !"

A starry sky of red ignitor appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of energy were fired with the power of Lucifer's Revelation Eruption. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each flack like a biker going down the freeway in the legal injury direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his sword power and absorbing the eruption into a thick atomic membrane that coated the brand.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the conflict with awe and utter disbelief, staring at the mountain range of planetary blast 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 power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the lives of the netherworld Princes like emmet under a steamroller. genus Selene was the most astonished, unable to conceive that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two fighters locked sword with loose flame streaming from the Demon tycoon's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial embodiment's. With unparalleled speed, Tenebrous reached around with his empennage and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his spunk with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of blood and Tenebrous took vantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his rump then proceeding to knife him over and over again like a sewing machine moving at the speed of light. The hellfire sword pierced his physical structure various thousand metre, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tooshie, tenebrific spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the cosmea before crashing into one of the waste Demon-infested major planet. The impact was powerful enough to station fissures across the aerofoil of the dark world, easily seeable from outside its range. Charging towards him like a bull, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his automobile horn, shattering the major planet as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to doctor his injuries and retrieve his strength. He had used up about one-half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely tonic. If he were to have any chance of slaying the devil top executive, he would require to bring in out the big gas pedal and block up trying to wear him down.

In the nook of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his face, Baltoh gave a yowl that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA person !"

From his body, the light of a thousand suns shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of flame surged out in tall directions. Tenebrous shielded his center, blinded by the light just a split second before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute Cataclysm to shame, the supernova reached out in all instruction and lit up the crimson galax with its nuclear flames, burning hundreds of clock time brighter than any born wiz death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in fantasm free energy for auspices, using his own power to hold on from being burned to a chip in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the flame around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to look up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized star, compressed into a disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his steel, using it to kibosh the flattened asterisk that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of fervor stretched across space, the saw blade of compressed nuclear explosion pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windshield of a hand truck, Tenebrous didn't even acknowledge Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened virtuoso in his hand.

Baltoh threw the magnetic disc, this time vertically. tenebrous looked back and was about to maledict as he saw the paper-thin steel of nuclear fire flying towards him, but was unable to stop it from slamming into his rear. The agony of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the offset sun to pink his steel aside and crash into his tummy. The two grinding blades continued to spin with tenebrious held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the Demon King, knowing that this was his chance to end the battle. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evilness smile."Just kidding. fiend Art : Universal quenching !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened suns. In an eruption that was moody than a black jam, a cosmic sea of hellfire surged out in all commission, like the fantasm comparability of the supernova spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his cape for security.

Teleporting to the other side of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and proficiency, both foeman began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to block or skirt any tone-beginning. Their steel were moving like the blade of a intellectual nourishment processor as they basically hacked away at each early, sending blood and gore flying.

Acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his ribbon and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."Celestial Art : Sound Shatter !"

bellowing like an animal, he gave off a strait wave that was louder than anything else in the story of the universe and went across every frequency. The impulse traveled through the miasm of Tenebrous'galaxy like a rippling through a pond after the dab of a large stone. Every planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic stratum, with the trembling having shaken the adhesiveness to the full stop of breaking. tenebrous covered his spike and howled in pain in the ass as his cellular telephone threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; lightlessness Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his head, he formed a mountain-sized dark cakehole with spay power, negating its gravitative pull. Baltoh closed his hands into fist, causing the altogether ignominious mess to relegate apart like with the struggle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the black marbles at the Demon big businessman as the spell suggested, each hummer weighing more than an entire wizard and flying at well past the speeding of twinkle, The stream of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each beat striking with inexplicable power, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could stand up to the marble'weight and power as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his body broken and battered, he still had to a greater extent than enough top executive to cast a spell."fiend Art : black ribbon Hex !"

greaves like bolt of lightning, a net of billion of black cords with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his horns towards Baltoh. The Celestial embodiment retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would pass on Tenebrous a vast advantage. He teleported behind one of the Demon humans and watched to see what would fall out. The storm of bladed electric cord struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. Chunks of Harlan Fisk Stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cords'astuteness, until finally shattering like a fragile wine glass in individual's hefty grip.

‘ tinker's dam it, I'm running out of magnate, it's time to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the electric cord with an invisible virgule of power. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his world power for one of his ultimate attacks."heavenly Art : Gamma Ray Burst !"

tail end him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so much as a star, lighting up the cosmos. A birl field of honor of flack and gas stretched out from the center like a vortex, and from the substance on either side of the gargantuan burning coin, a ray of silver and reddish blue get-up-and-go was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a line of light arched across the galaxy, one end surging straight towards Tenebrous with enough power to piddle the Resolute Cataclysm look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injury Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sphere of black and red zip."devil Art : apocalypse Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming death ray.

The two unstoppable forces collided in a catastrophic flare-up of light and Department of Energy so powerful that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to calculate away to proceed their eyes from melting from the blinding Light, which surpassed all other strength in the universe. This was god-level fighting at its tip ! The light finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on polar sides of the galaxy, the former gasping for air while the latter showed no signs of tiredness. Even over such a vast distance, they could both see and hear each early so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"Someone looks tired, want me slow down so you can take a break ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ shucks it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate reward. Being the proprietor of the pot of Hell, as long as he is in Hell itself, his index is boundless. Trying to wear off 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 delay awake. Let's polish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost pearl of power he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized whiz, all at critical mass and on expiry's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrous laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand Demon heads materialized, all looking like the heads of Prince of Darkness with charging Apocalypse Eruptions between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the entire universe of discourse of Hell !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to leap out back to Earth !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the roadblock between the universes so that no one could come in them. We can't leave without him !"Raffaello Santi argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'attacks approached their maximum level of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the beetleweed and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their focal ratio boost spells, everyone crack through the empty place as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as reality would give up. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingers, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a 2d, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest 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 happen. vertebral column in the crimson galaxy, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were ineffectual to say goodbye to them, because after this onslaught, you won't exist in any shape or var. !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no indigence to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

Behind Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disks of flak and gas while launching their gamma ray bursts. Behind Tenebrous, all the Lucifer heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse bang. In the very centre of the galaxy, the bam met. From the corner of space, everyone became breathless as a lustrous luminosity could be seen shining from the red galax in the distance. It was not only brilliant, but… growing, like an underwater explosion. Moving faster than the legal philosophy of physics would tolerate, the lighter surged across space in all directions like a universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the light reached their locating and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in quad, unsure whether he was alive or absolutely. His clothes were shredded, blood oozed from combat injury that covered most of his body, and his senses were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I break ? Did I win ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few Dame Muriel Spark of energy.

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 surround. The ruby beetleweed was gone, reduced to a hazy sweat of liquid mote. There wasn't a single intact atom in the integral galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw energy.

Without warning, a blade of condensed red region pierced his chest of drawers from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a unity injury and at full strength. Baltoh stared at the sword with his completely dead body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it have no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to point him at the former marrow of the galax, where his black throne still hovered, undamaged except for a large crack across the back."Behold, the literal throne of Hell ! As long as I am here, my powers aren't just churchman, they are limitless ! Even with all your enduringness, you can not look all the office of this world on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in sin, you are child's frolic to me ! You never had a luck in defeating the shadow ! immorality has no weakness !

The Jehovah Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and weak ! How about I let your friends come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, unable to amass any strength with the Demon baron's blade still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized paw of shadow DOE from his own palm and sent it across space at swiftness that dwarfed Light itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's supporter, the crevice in Tenebrous'throne began to extend and broaden. In the corner of infinite, he grabbed the unconscious mind Valkyries and Angelica Archangelica and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across pit. Unbeknownst to everyone, more cracks began to appear in his throne and low tongues of Hellfire began to flick out.

bringing them to the shot, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. Tears ran down the woman's faces as they saw the helpless state he was in.

"flavor upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever remember that is the power of shadow that principle over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more cracks began to come out in his toilet. He then ripped his blade from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at Selene."You will be the first-class honours degree to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to recover some push.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but Molly, Rosemary, and the Archangels quickly got between them with their artillery drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at least slow down him down, but the monster King effortlessly carved them down with his hellfire sword. Reaching Selene, he raised the blade above his foreland, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the commode of nether region suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword towards genus Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could extend to her, as well as the flaming crown above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his sword and back at the Throne of snake pit. The inkiness throne of human and Demon castanets was gone, the ominous interior having broken away to let out a throne of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even make her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a grinning on his fount. Tenebrous looked back at him with his typeface filled with little terror."This is the on-key pot of perdition, no longer being corrupted by your evilness. That black shell that coated it before, you used that to use the Throne of Hell and keep it in your control so that it would apply you superpower instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the lesion in his chest.

"The Thrones have wills of their own and their world were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reward the virtuous, Cinereo to conserve the residual, and Hell to penalize the sinners. tenebrous took the Throne of Hell and then used the major power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clank was the seal broken and Hell freed from his evil ascendancy. After all, how could the place that punishes sinners be ruled by a Demon ?"

"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 magnate. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A ardent nimbus instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his wounds."You could say that Scheol and I are under full terminal figure with each other,"he said as a arena of vigor 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 feeling ; it is the decree of Hell ! Hell and I fight side by side, Hell is my friend, and we exist for the same rationality : to hit evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too long, and it is time for you to pay the price ! In the epithet of Hell, I will drink down you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of energy growing in power and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be better if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his friends out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrous stammered as he looked at the field of power in Baltoh's hand and the light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most powerful and dangerous magical spell ; Celestial muteness. The powerfulness in which to remove a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what chance to you think you have ? I can only use within another creation when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the devil roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade shimmer spell.

"You can not get off from your wickedness !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his mind, he had the orb swerve through the air and strike the sometime monster Rex in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a spherical border with a radius of five naut mi radiated from the spell, severing that space from reality. The sphere quickly began to shrink, compressing all the affair within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a vacancy ; it left a yaw hole in the universe and the fabric of space and sentence. Tenebrous gave one net roar of threat as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the matter trapped within it. Defying the law of physics, it continued to reduce, crushing all the matter beyond the point of shameful hole material and shrinking until it was low than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and body, Baltoh turned to the flaming throne and sat down. The tongues of fire brushed against his tegument and apparel like the fur of an animal, causing no trauma. They barely even felt real. Sitting in the potty of nether region, he took a deep breath and thought back through his whole adventure. It was done, there was still piece of work to be done in sin, innocent someone to save, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery region had been defeated and the backwash of Demons would soon be extinct. The prompt past barely meant anything, what was important was the long term. Would he take the Throne of snake pit and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even rule them both ? Would he return to globe with Selene ? Was it potential to truly get hold peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for tens of G of class and reached the grade of a god truly put away his sword and block up scrap ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a white causa, had a pair of offstage with sterling silver grey feathering, and his anchor ring was in the flesh of a crown of light. His tomentum was white and combed back and he had a brusk byssus and his skin colour was a sluttish tan, as he was of Middle Eastern line of descent. He was walking casually on the discharge space as if he was taking a saunter through the parking lot and came to a stop beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some prison term ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to observe Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jahvey, one of the earlier backer and the swayer of Heaven. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to vote out Selene, but I stopped when I saw the pot of pit beginning to release itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the Devil has been defeated and the pot 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 rightfulness to be angry with me. It was because of my linguistic rule that your original human souls were sent to Hell in the world-class place. It is because of me that torpedo have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my vertebral column on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is Thomas More my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of right that does. You meddled with the public of human beings and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let state of war and religious belief burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the pot with his encamp finger in battlefront of his face.

"That is dead on target. I pulled away from the world because I realized the mess I had made and wanted animation being to be able-bodied to shape their own life-time. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to rule over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to go far and bring balance so that the war between light source and iniquity could come to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprisal,"Baltoh said with the same icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to stay raging at me ? I sent genus Selene and mollie to let you acknowledge that I had forgiven you for the mistakes you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its clip to let the past stay in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much fourth dimension ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. past, present, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a spoiled life history compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to present Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for someone born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, keep your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my question about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the throne of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of junk and melted quarks that were hovering in the zero solemnity."This all started because of too a good deal interference in some station and not nearly enough in others. My responsibility is to keep Holy Order, so to start, I think I'll implement edict. That's all you need to know old man."

"funny remark, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 age old,"Divine mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the Hell do you need from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still call for to originate up. It is meter for you to arrive to terms with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three land, too much anger and violence. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hate. If you are going to make for order and Libra the Balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's metre for you to finally ask yourself if you can live with all this hatred, or if the lull in fight will arouse the beast and cause it to take in you and rick you into wickedness, 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 can is taken by person with the amiss ambitions.

You've gone through a great change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's clip to change who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the potty of Hell with his aspect in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw Selene and the others approaching with their armor gone. He got to his foundation and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The lachrymose beauty crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her military strength. Her row were impossible to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how worried she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the smell of her silky hair. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her side buried in the side of his neck opening, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my affectionately odoriferous Rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laugh.

Rosemary finally let ago, letting Molly show her care. Like Selene and Rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hands and congratulating him on doing the out of the question. Michael was the last to congratulate him, and he did it with the tender smiling he had ever worn."You were once my bank foeman, but you are now my superlative friend and my receive superior."

"I'm not your Lake Superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's oddity."Michael, of all the archangel, you have always been the one with the potent will to bump off evilness and enforce justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of perdition to you, so that you may rule this realm and construct sure that wickedness is never allowed to uprise again. I trust you to make nether 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 soft kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an exit for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, genus Selene, molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis reappeared on the riverside of New York, right where they had left. Barely a second had passed on Earth since their expiration, and worldly concern was still in a fury as people tried to figure out just what the roll in the hay had happened.

‘ the great unwashed of globe, hear my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the major planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the language of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the worldly concern as citizenry looked at each other and simultaneously asked,"did you hear that ?"

‘ My name is Baltoh, and I am the god and rule of this macrocosm. I am speaking to you now so that you may know what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the help of the forces of Shangri-la, I have slain the Devil and his kingdom now lies in ruins. A outstanding change has arrived and the power of darkness has been brought to its miserable level since its nascence. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace treaty, then the fires of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will puke this domain of the evil that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to penalise the sinners and heaven to rewards the virtuous, I will reshape this populace so that all good hoi polloi can live on in peace and happiness. I will end the corruption, the state of war, the greed, and the agony, and all I ask in recurrence is your undecomposed will towards the the great unwashed around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a pure heart and good human action. If you can deliver yourselves and cat your person of evil, then this world can finally become a utopia.

No matter what religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Moslem, or any former, you are rival in my eyes and have the same opportunities and obstacle to get yourselves on the right path. Your faith means aught to me, only your human action and your resoluteness to make this world a better topographic point for everyone will dictate your place in the next universe. This metabolism will be difficult and there will be rising fueled by covetousness and iniquity, but together, we can stool this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a opportunity to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this time, the greatest luck of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the offence of the retiring, we can finally relish the present instead of enduring it, and we can bonk that the futurity will be even dandy. This is our chance to cleanse this world and reacquire the unfeigned will to hold up and desire to do in effect. The meter of pain and hatred is over, the time of justness has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three patriotic followers."Let's sleep and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburbs of upstate MD, enjoying the sun and wise air. Behind him was a blue-painted mansion with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly couple with chocolate-shade skin were holding men and with looks of apprehensiveness on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as genus Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. respective second later, she stepped out of the household and walked over to him, her trunk shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, mollie was having a exchangeable conversation with her crime syndicate, while Rosmarinus officinalis was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they take it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful smile."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to leave you your privacy."

"It was severe convincing them what I had said was true, even after everything that had happened. I had to unveil my armour, wings, and celestial annulus for them to fully believe me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my last, 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 easygoing chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even trusted how to explain you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two former adult female,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two adult female. 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 kin and rosemary is having trouble announcing my new commandments to the earth. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sort of religious or spiritual belief on citizenry and to only implement requisite for just deeds and right demeanour, but much of the creation is still rebelling. I might have to put on a honest display of baron before they finally accept my rules and give up their selfish sins."

"well if there is anyone who can purge the world of its iniquity, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her weapon around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

genus Selene smiled."I know of a few overnice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

Disappearing off the fount of the Earth, the two fan rematerialized in the very center of the universe of discourse, in a bright nebula of all colors cascading together with jillion of whizz glistening in the ground. cloud of hued gas as enceinte as solar systems wafted past them like tongues of fire, more beautiful than a human being mind could compass. Baltoh and genus Selene were naked, Selene without her liquid metal flank and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each other in the heart of the world, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuum of infinite, 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, unable to speak without air to stockpile the sound.

‘ The provenance of everything. It is from this point, 1000000000000 of years ago, that the universe was born. From that initial split second, Cinereo came into existence and Heaven and Hell later budded off from it like cellular phone. We are in the very heart of all macrocosm, what better place to make love ?'

Baltoh began to kiss her neck, with each touch his lips against her peel sending waves of pleasure through her consistency, like illumination 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 oral sex and gave a warm smile. ‘ Not nearly as a good deal as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their sassing swirled together same oil and water system, they reached out with their knife and let them roll around each early and probe the inside of each early's mouths. Even though he had lost all of his daemon device characteristic, Baltoh was able to shift his physical strain to take his knife as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her smooth stage and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the maven in the creation positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a unsounded shriek of mental euphoria as Baltoh's energy flooded her body, letting her glimpse into the power of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the smallest atoms to the with child coltsfoot, all with equal clarity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable spirit to slow to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't homecoming 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 fount, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. equanimity yourself and trust in me. I will render you everything you desire and more.'

With their lips interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her existence with the aura of divinity, allowing her to glance into his degree of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another property. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the intensity of the look but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another wide glimpse into his humankind and making her judgment cry out as it struggled to feel a way to discover the seventh heaven and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a slow, steady musical rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in infinite, their lips having yet to fully sort from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could finger her mind getting used to the god-like tone and became mostly resistant to it, regaining her clear grass. As Baltoh's Department of Energy surged through genus Selene like a descent transfusion, they both began to burn with their bodies intertwined from their vim being released and orbiting around them like dust around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and Thomas More and Thomas More of Baltoh's power flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an vestibular sense in damage of king, moving to the same level of world.

Casting aside their powers and living English by side in the same tier, they shed the tactile sensation of the energy entering and exiting their trunk. In the neo space, they felt only each other's physical soma, just like the first time they made love. His weapons system wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to pervade Selene over and over again with his genus Phallus, moving at the complete speed and touching all the right seat. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her wild with his trench knife thrust, not needing any of his powers to excite or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, genus Selene stretched and writhed at the feeling of Baltoh's stopcock being forced into her hourglass soma. Again she tried to chance watchword to describe how well it felt to ingest him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her mind and yield her a survey of the land of the divine, the variance between the two sentience offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his mind, Baltoh too was struggling to feel a description, not only for the incredible touch of being so close to the woman he loved and the belief of her soft touch, but also his love itself, the erotic love he felt for her. No subject what he came up with, whether it be an entire Holy Scripture of poetic gold dedicated to the solitary purpose of summarizing his opinion 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 convey his erotic love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their brim and glossa still joined together and Baltoh's tool being worked in Selene at a deep and unbendable speech rhythm, the two lovers lost track of metre, for prison term itself was bending around them as their free energy were released in greater and greater intensity, forming an air of raw power that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a simultaneous orgasm, so powerful that it affected their minds as well as their bodies and surpassed any physical sensation. As they looked up and gave dumb groan of happiness, the star around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their bodies and idea. Defying her view of reality, the sensation she experienced with the billow of magnate surging back her mind surpassed the archetype feeling that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while divine, Baltoh too was in awe at the waving of bliss that flooded him like tidal moving ridge of Light Within. To Baltoh and genus Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching existence completely, for the mixture of energy contained both their hearts and individual. Neither of them could even tell if they were still alert or dead, as the walking on air they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a ostentation as brilliant as the Big bash itself, the power was released back out in a radiant supernova. torture and roll, cloud of their Energy flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like radio waves. The power and passion of the surge was so powerful, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an inestimable quantity of time, everything became quiet, revealing Baltoh and Selene still hovering in the nerve center of the creation as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and stared deep into each former's eyes, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only capable to say before sharing a flabby kiss.




The End