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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fists upon the city of New York, washing away the filth and filth that caked the streets and alleys. It was still on this late-spring day, with the hammering pelting forcing people to stay inside. Even the roadstead were mostly quiet, while engorged with machine 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 country building, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the Grey sky. From this ostentation, a radiance orb came into existence, resembling a crimson brightness level incandescent lamp. It was not smart or powerful enough to line attention from the hoi polloi below and it was completely masked by torrential rainwater. The raindrops that passed by this burning flashing were turned into hissing steam from just the acute proximity and the unnatural heat being given off by coal-like sector.

The orb did not fade after the initial heartbeat ; instead, it grew in intensity and sizing while becoming darker in refinement. Initially the size of a human fist, it began to expatiate into an undulating upright disk as bombastic as a dinner board. There was a indorse news bulletin and the magnetic disk became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became square like glass, with shifting hue of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the bottom of the phonograph record, pouring out slowly and streaming down like compact tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the construction, causing the metal to rust and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous pall of red illumination was a consort of agonizing belly laugh and watchword of nuisance, pouring out from the depth of the blood-red lightness. Were the atmospheric condition vindicated, the people down in the streets would instantly gaze up in horror at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and spread over their ears to try and protect their psyche from its ravaging tone. The sound radiating from this night phantasm was one not meant for deadly ears, a speech sound that was never intended to be set loose upon the earthly concern. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the people of New House of York spared the mind-scarring chorus.

A ripple stretched out from the nitty-gritty of the record and a shadow came into view from its deepness, like a sea wildcat slowly rising to the Earth's surface of the sea. Slowly, a name stepped out onto the top of the steeple, standing on the tip of the radio tug on one fundament. The soma was a magniloquent immature man with a lean but sinewy physical body, garbed in John Brown flush, grey sloppy pants, a black sash, and a lightlessness hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his radiocarpal joint were two rosary beading electric cord and two metallic element shackles. The man had medium-length dark hair that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing blueing eyes that could almost radiate in the dark, and hidden under his hood were two car horn that protruded just past his hair line and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery room access, a burning gloriole came into view, hovering above his head, as well as four massive wings that grew out of his back. Each was More than twice the size of his trunk when fully unfold and stretched, with the lower set of extension resembling bat wings but with ordered series instead of flesh, and the upper fender like the offstage of an eagle, but were blanched than bone. Protruding from the back of his pelvis was a farsighted Shirley Temple tail with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed Stinger on the end like a butcher knife, but with a tearing jibe. His fingertips were armed with triangular claws that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

His public figure was Baltoh, and his arrival was an Oman in every signified of the world.

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

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

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



Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eyes focused on the book of crossword puzzles in her hand. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter word for"zip spreading ”, she skirted through the gang of daily commuters and the quicksilver flow of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade skin colour, long opprobrious hair that was straight yet crinkled, and bright green center. Matching her peach was her hourglass anatomy, with d-cup breasts, a slender waistline, an ass and pair of thighs that were toned with muscleman, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each dance step. Her anatomy was a mixture of good gene and a nearly religious idolatry to her gym. Not surprisingly, the outcome came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing black high-healed brake shoe that gave a very sexy tap with each stride, a black dame that tightly held to her smooth thighs, and a tan business coat with her handbag hanging from her shoulder. Secured in her purse and leaning against her berm was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential rag of rain. Maybe she should own driven today…

Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a specific affinity for the mental recitation. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to press herself to her demarcation line. She was always searching for a challenge, something to recrudesce the boring act of lifespan, it was why she moved to New York in the firstly place ( where unfortunately the just job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a carrell ). In this subject, her challenge for today was to get to exploit without putting down the crossword puzzle book or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"various of the protesters cheered in rejoinder, glad for the small piece of support.

"Entropy !"she exclaimed with a grin as she finally caught the Book she was looking for. Hearing her ringtone sounding off in her purse, she quickly scribbled in the intelligence before pulling out her cell phone.

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

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

genus Selene chuckled as she and the crowd of commuter walked across the street with the horde of cable car humming just a few foundation away."Don't we have this same conversation every day ?"

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

genus 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 dirtiest puddle any second now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter password for a mellow school math stratum ?"

She walked past a radical of protestors with Republican prospect planetary house, shouting for people to vote out Obama, even with the elections months away.



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red center. The creature was shorter than an adult man but much more than muscular, with yearn powerful arm, serrated talons protruding from its digit and hook-like toes, bony extension with scaly flesh and flimsy tissue layer, twisted horns above it's disfigured Canis aureus face, a swishing whip-like behind, and jet-black skin that was covered in bloody scars. The tar-like spittle that dripped from its jagged teeth burned the rock with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over bearing, and opened its wings with an abnormally loud clunk, like the beat of an ancient war drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the footing, completely invisible to all mortal eyes. Reaching the entrance of the building, it held open its annex to their full size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past. The pool and falling rain around the front end room access almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the metropolis, the wildcat tried to see its excitement and thirst for blood. Only golden smattering of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the bread and butter in all of history, and here, there was More solid food than its deranged mind could comprehend. Looking down, creature spotted its low gear victim. On the roof of a nearby office edifice, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

Having just received a Call from his wife that she had just had a miscarriage, the balding middle-aged man did not like that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the edifice. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a loudly spatter strait. The man quickly turned around, having lost the look that he was alone. While the wicked beast was completely invisible, the man's eyes widened with little terror as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each bead that splattered on its eubstance showed its size and material body.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping heart-to-heart his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a garbled cry of painfulness as blood streamed from his mouth and his electric organ spilled out onto the floor. The man fell stagnant to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the rakehell slowly dispersed across the rain-soaked cap like a spoonful of oil across the airfoil of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with tang, tearing through the body with its claw and chewing on the bloody meat only briefly.

As it slurped up a railway line of intestines like a spaghetti filament, a bright flashbulb of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in annoyance as its severed fender and arm fell to the floor with chummy blood trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the animate being with a meter-long steel in his script. The handle had no guard and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged blade had a very specialise embodiment until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to count down the end of the blade for enhanced hacking and slashing. The sword finally tapered off to a stabbing degree, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by eighteen inches of straight-razor serrations, ripped open air like a gutted fish by the hook-like boundary, cleaved by the wide weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the pointed tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall receive nothing from me, traitor. I was born of hurting and malice, and there is nothing you can do to establish me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the white feathers of his upper wings stood on end."Whether it is mulishness or loyalty to the Devil, your secretiveness will accomplish nothing. I will regain him and destroy you all."

With a dingy bellow, the Gargoyle lunged forward with inglorious grass billowing from its nipper like fire. With little effort, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's carpus before its talons could accomplish his case, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

The creature staggered back in suffering, and before it could strike back, Baltoh aimed his thenar at it."Angel Art : sanctum Burn."

A flash of twinkle was released from his medal with the brightness of the sun. The Light obliterated the hell-spawn fauna with a metaphysical wallop of holy fire, incinerating its consistency while shoving it back. While the flash was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly herculean bolt of lightning.

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



Abaddon stood in the bell tower of the Riverside church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with glower centre and swishing keister. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a ogre, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house cats to lions.

Abaddon's physical structure was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly flesh, a long tail, retentive talons protruding from the ends of his fingers and toes, and curled motor horn on the top of his head. However, his body was far more humanoid, with longer limbs and pearl, a much straighter military capability, more malleable digit, a sinewy yet leaner and less bulky physique, a humanoid face, and even spiky fuzz. Secured to his wrists were two metal hamper and he was wearing a skirt of armor home base around his waist, exchangeable to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that cocksucker 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 battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and persist hidden, but I need to feed so that I may become unattackable enough to fight back him. If I feed on sufficiency souls, I may be able-bodied to at least outlive confrontation, but you are all to keep a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the luminosity of the sun, and with the darkness of the city, it was in all probability that the vast puddles and cover of water would not dry until the succeeding day. The dark was unusually disconsolate. For even though the rainwater had stopped, the midst clouds remained and they refused to allow the Sun Myung Moon to beam. With so often moisture in the city, a stocky mist thickened the air, almost making if hard to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the illumination so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from employment, so she had no worries. Even in the duskiness with no one around, she felt safe enough to walk place. Not to mention the fact that the can of mace she carried in her pocketbook was inviolable enough to unfreeze the centre out of anyone who gave her a funny remark look.

In a stretchability of time so modest that she couldn't even believe of something to compare it to, Selene's universe was suddenly alternate upside-down as her sentiency were ripped away, save for the sound of a crackling rattle and the impression of getting stabbed at every centimeter of pulp in her body with hot smoothing iron while battery acid flooded her vein. Her pegleg buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with brutal force and dragged into the nearby alley.

"Damn, that Taser worked like a magic spell. The cunt isn't even screaming,"a course phonation 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 framework if the affects were this prominent. She couldn't move or even hold a speech sound ; she was completely crippled by the pain in the ass of the excruciating shock.

Selene was slammed against a brick wall with one of her captor gripping her by the pharynx. The impingement, while afflictive, offered some clarity, as she was now able to at least see her attackers. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his manus around her pharynx, the second was standing beside the number one, and the third was a few foundation away, digging through her purse.

"hoot, she's decent piece of ass. It looks like we'll get a little more than some cash and credit entry cards,"the second one laughed.

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

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

"Unless you're mendicancy for my cock, you had honest shut the nooky up…"the first growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's good for you."

Looking through the stars of the bite smack, Selene's center widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the blade. Like his knife, the dim light was reflected off his dentition as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to knife her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her pinch. For the abbreviated second, the tip of the blade was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold. To her relief, the knife was taken off of her skin, but before she could expire, her attacker yanked the steel downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With tears streaming from her eye, genus Selene cried out in pain as stemma trickled down her belly from the mystifying cut left on her knocker from the attacker's malicious and awkward removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her bird and panties and the moment aggressor went to work yanking off the shredded corpse. genus Selene shivered in terror and helplessness as the cool down air fanned her bare thighs and firm boob. Her nipples were now the size of finger joints from the cold air and the fear that filled every fiber of her being.

"spirit at those fresh teat of hers, I wonder how much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a minuscule white would seem swell on that gloomy skin,"the third attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of immediate payment into his pocket and throwing aside her purse.

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

Her scream was cut short as the assaulter's blade was plunged into the side of her belly, cutting through her without any effort. The pain that shot through her was so torturing, she lost all control over her body and mind. The pain inflicted to her with the tongue lodged in her flesh was even more frightful than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With parentage slowly filling her lip, her soundbox became limp while her assailant just laughed.

‘ Is this it ? Am I going to die here ? Will these goliath raping be the conclusion thing I feel before I slip away ? Is this really how it ends for me ?'she thought desperately as rakehell trickled from her low-pitched lip and dripped on the script around her throat.

"Let her go,"a voice echoed through the skittle alley. The oceanic abyss voice was as clear as glass and the very audio of it shook genus Selene from her dying daze.

She and her three attacker looked to the entrance of the alley, where a lone chassis stood, silhouetted against the brightness level of the lampposts in the street.

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

"Who the nooky are you ? !"the s attacker barked.

"Let her go, this is your concluding word of advice,"the man ordered with more authority and exponent in his voice than any living human could stimulate.

The first attacker pulled his knife out of Selene, making her scream in pain."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll chip at off your face, he'll recoil your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four large extension grew out of his spinal column, with the feathers along the sharpness of the upper wings flanged like the quill of a porcupine and the low-pitched bat-like wings honed to the acute condition of a steel. With rake oozing down her mentum, Selene gasped in disbelief and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the ground with descent pouring from her wound.

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

An eruption of red and black flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every part of trash to ascend into the air. The dark flames surged down the alley, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their feet. Completely ignored by the flack, Selene watched in repugnance in astonishment as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by waves of black and red flaming washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their chassis was pealed off their organic structure, their brawn were shredded as if by a kernel sub, blood streamed from their carcasses as their veins were lacerated at every centimetre, their organs exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few s, they were nothing but charred skeletal system. As the surge faded, so did Selene's level on knowingness. Succumbing to blood loss and the painfulness of her harm, Selene slumped over and passed out.

kicking aside the blackened skeleton in the cupboard of the rapists, Baltoh walked over to genus Selene and crouched down, holding his pale hand over her naked torso."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

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

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his seat and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to search for selective information. Pulling out a forgotten missive, Baltoh read her epithet and address, memorizing the emplacement of the flat building and the exact whole. Hooking the bag to his sash, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her backbone and the early under her genu, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked trunk while being careful not to scratch her with his claws.

Holding the cleaning woman in his arms, Baltoh lost all inactiveness and stood as still as a statue, staring at her grimace. It had been years since he laid center upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his tracks like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensory faculty in his chest and a glad nerves, something that he had never before see with his cold heart.

Realizing how much time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to reality and spread his wing. With a single brawny dither, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding genus Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the name and address he had found on the letter as he soared over the city. With her yearn lustrous fuzz brushing across her expression, Selene was brought out of entire unconsciousness, but her idea was still only half-awake. Her eyelid slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a ambition. What she did be intimate was that he was very bighearted and she was frigidness. She gave a easygoing suspiration as she fell back to sleep, crossing her arms to keep open warm.

With the chilly weaken air kissing her bare pelt, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's arms. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overmaster sensation of protectiveness for her, something that was completely strange to him. For his entire world, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this cleaning woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his biography had been nothing but anger and the desire to slay Gargoyles and daimon. His own lifetime meant zero, except that he would not be able-bodied to continue fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to understand why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body high temperature. He even wrapped his lower wings around her to keep her protected from the cold farting. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his building hard-on, something that farther confused him, as he had never felt sexual attraction 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 nestle. With genus Selene in his weapon, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a hologram, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the floor with unparalleled silence, he retracted his wings and gently laid genus Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the room for a reason that he did not love. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the dark. 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 pic of Selene with a young man and stared at it intently. While they had the Same skin colour, he couldn't not figure out if he were a boyfriend or brother.

‘ Why am I so curious about this woman ? Why am I so distracted ?'Baltoh thinking to himself, shaking his read/write head from incline to side like a wet dog.

As he looked back at the video, he saw the musing of two eyes in the glass, right above his articulatio humeri. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his sword materializing in his grip. He came to a full point, sword in hand, staring into the eyes of a Stanford White and brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The brute's oculus were fully dilated to submit in all potential light, its posterior was swishing from face to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its cushy hand. But the feline's posture was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more confusedness than ever before in its life, sensing a vast torrent of different push in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon disappeared as soon as touch was lost. Turning back to the window to leave, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like pose, staring at Selene's naked dead body. The city ignitor from outside were cast upon her unclothe looker like a spider web, illuminating her womanly material body. Her obscure skin caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her consistence was rich in bosomy curves, her lean and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her long quiet thighs, the lips of her twat looked so delicate and mild, it was as if they were made of chocolate icing and lacked even a single haircloth. Her full breasts gently trembled with each intake and press release of air, and her teat were erect from the unfitness and ticklish chill of each exhale. Her slick black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few strands were draped across her peaceful face. The lipstick on her lips glistened as she breathed, and her lash fluttered with each sleeping tremor in the lids.

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

Murmuring the word shook him from his haze, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his wing and became nonphysical, about to choke through the paries as if it were made only of sparkle. As he took a step forward, Selene's heart slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the smart green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

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

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

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



Two speech sound filled the abandoned metro tunnel ; the dark laughter of Abaddon and the harrowing cry of his eighteen-year-old dupe. Having spent the evening eating on homeless mass, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to make a motion onto the main course. The young fair sex before him had long blonde haircloth and pale peel, dirtied from years of living in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely bare and covered in long bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like separatrix of his tail.

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

For over an hour, the young girl had begged the Demon to stimulate mercy and stop, or to at least down her and end the hurting. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The evil force raping her was not human, and while her sense of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a savage way, no matter how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining strength from her teary cries, Abaddon was not going to read any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like bellowing as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hip tightly. The young girl screamed in torture and abasement as the fiend dug his claws into her pulp and felt his semen flood her body, taking the place of Abaddon's peter as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more lachrymose screaming as an indescribable electrocution flavour coursed through her consistency. In her vagina, the dark-gray semen was eating away at her flesh, burning through her like Elvis.

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

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



Selene bolted awake to the sound of her alarum, reliving the vista from the alley as if were still happening. She looked around wildly, expecting to see her attacker, but only seeing her chamber. The welcoming sight nearly caused her to crash, 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 articulatio genus, completely shaken by the vividness of her remembering.

A small scowl appeared on her side, something didn't feel right. She looked at her paw, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a tenuous coating of grime, and looking over her body, she realized that her hand wasn't the sole thing that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to deform off the beeping alarm and the rip in her venous blood vessel instantly became as coldness as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the egg white plume on it. The marble-like color was so vibrant that genus Selene knew that for it to issue forth from a mere fowl was impossible. Just the size alone made it being an eagle feather impossible. genus Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her wallet, empty of cash.

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



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

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

"A roughshod fit was discovered this morning by saving trucks handing newspapers. Describing the feeling of burning sulfur, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the shot of an detonation. The walls of the neighboring buildings were melted and burned, the concrete undercoat was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the cadaver of three trunk were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the police force has allowed us to catch the incredible demolition. I warn you, the stick with footage is quite computer graphic and viewer discretion is strongly advised…"

The screen went shadow for a moment and then the persuasion was returned. Selene spewed coffee across her cat as she saw the alleyway, sending the nark felid scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a flavor of revulsion. She knew without a apparition of a doubt that the alleyway they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the night before. The television camera zoomed in at several points, showing the damage of the explosion. It was a miracle that the buildings themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the dupe, and Selene had to fight with all her strength not to throw up at the sight of the wriggle black skeletal frame and the ugly expression of suffering on their charred faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseous from the sight of the ghastly skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the identities of the three victims and the cause of the explosion. They were willing to remark on the strangeness of the event, as there were no reports of any gimcrack dissonance, something that would be patent for whatever caused so much death. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the examination continues, no chemical residuum has been found at the land site. They can't determine any evidence of an real bomb exploding or any ghost of Lucy in the sky with diamonds ; all they have uncovered is a turgid quantity of atomic number 16."

With shaky workforce, Selene turned off the TV and looked down at the plume 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 position construction with his promontory in his palm, mulling over the previous dark. There was barely a swarm in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the heights sixty. Baltoh had made himself unseeable so that he didn't even cast a shadow. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his next movie and his previous 1. His wings lay draped around him like blankets and his whip-like barbed tail lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his finger's breadth through his hair. He thought back over and over again to the different sensations that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her chamber. Never before in his entire being had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to slay Demons and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her au naturel form tightly… it replaced the flame of anger in his heart with the flack of passion.

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

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

He jerked his head as a small pop flared in the vertebral column of his mind. He could sense a surge in devil energy and it was compressed in a I entity. Without a doubtfulness it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through tier upon level upon level of abandoned railway tunnels and sewer lines, moving through solid Harlan F. Stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the lowest tunnel, residing thick below the city and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnaw at rats had inflicted hurt to the concrete structures and formations.

Peeling the musculus off of the severed arm of utterly child, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his metrical unit."How the snake pit did you find me ? !"

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

Baltoh looked down at the dead organic structure around Abaddon's metrical foot and the multiple teeth and pincer Marks."I've let you roam disengage in this humanity for too long, now you die,"he growled, forming his sword in his hand.

The demon began to laugh and held out his hand. Bursting from the flesh of his palm, a line of bones resembling a spinal column reached out and locked together into a meter-long terminal. A flash cracking sound echoed through the bedroom as the spine began to heave, being crushed by an unseeable force-out and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a farseeing sword of a single solid composition of bone, with the spinal anaesthesia ridges acting as vast serrations.

"Don't underestimation me traitor. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The painful vociferation of these puny human race, they're so beautiful, the sound of the flesh being torn from their consistency and their blood being splattered across the paries and floor, the quite a little of the piteous girl'teary faces as I rape them to death, and the gustation of this glorious fiesta of agony… it's untellable !

I've been tormenting these weaklings since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain and their organic structure. And I must say, living humans taste so much more delectable than the tone of the damned ; they are so… unspoilt. Now I've become far stiff than I ever was in underworld, solid enough to even face up you !"

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

A house of cards of light-headed suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding twenty fundament every second. The growing bubble of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to expand, passing through the rampart, floor, and roof of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred time in every direction, the ripple came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its direction. The pillar instantly shattered into billion of musical composition and crumbled to the ground, but before the rubble could even begin to settle, the pillar was reformed, with every shard and pebble of concrete joining together into a jumbo I piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's keep this humble, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a hollering torrent of Negroid and white energy. Darkness was streaming from his black-market bat-like annex and Light Within was streaming from his pearly eagle-like annexe.

Abaddon gave a thrive laugh and pointed his steel at Baltoh as dark flame surged up from the priming around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can last before you have to repair to unleashing your full power."

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







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee bean table began to gyrate wildly, with a glowing vaporisation wafting up from the silky strands. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the feather as it came to a sudden stop and the crystalline sunup became more focused and pressured, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the plumage as if it were in a malarky tunnel. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its tail. The feather began to twitch, with the tip changing instruction by only a millimeter of so with each shift.

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

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a wall of Harlan F. Stone, entering an antediluvian cave organisation deep below the urban center of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked vane over an over in an interminable saltation that had been going on for hours. With each collision, a huge cascade of glint would fill the air, as well debris and shrapnel from every rock and piece of stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the damage instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the exterior world.

‘ Damn it, why is this battle still going on ? It is true that he is far potent than any normal Demon, but I would normally end a conflict like this in LE than a minute, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my head or my energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to expiry,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to impel all misdirection out of his mind.

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

"Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a prodigious beam of sour energy erupted from the tip of his claw like a comedian book villain's giant star death ray.

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

Shaking the whole tunnel, an ornate gateway of unanimous atomic number 79 burst from the tunnel in nominal head of Baltoh. Glowing like a immense neon signal, the gate shielded Baltoh from the flak, with the phantom free energy ineffective to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal vein to Hell opened and a monumental skeleton hand reached up, grabbing the Demon with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an action figure and ending the Dark Pulse blow. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Eden magic spell and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a monstrous bellow, Abaddon swung his empennage and struck the hand, shattering all of the bones and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his blade, having just enough time to block Baltoh's upwardly slash. The two blade met and the demon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer power behind the separatrix, crashing through floor upon tier of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his impulse, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty subway platform. The chamber had two underground runway with a twin lines of tower on the weapons platform between them, a retentive staircase leading up to the street on one English of the bedchamber but was blocked off due to renovate needing to be made to the platform, and a wall with a dozen payphones stood on the face-to-face wall. The weapons platform was on the very interference fringe of Baltoh's original barrier, meaning that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the floor, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his blade straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the dupe of his own inertia and plunged his sword into cap, sending a spider web of cracks through the concrete and causing debris to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his sense of counselling and incur Abaddon, the devil appeared behind him, spun around for impulse, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping stone and crashed straight through one of the rows of pillar like a wrecking clump through Styrofoam.

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

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the chest of drawers with his talons, tearing open his breast caries and nearly snapping the rib. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the daemon skidding back fifty feet. Abaddon struggled to rest on his base with inky blood dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his hanker can 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 enough violence to create a thirty-foot volcanic crater. He released the Demon's pharynx, 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 power that even the pay earpiece he didn't press were destroyed by the shockwave and the altogether pole nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the Demon, about to return the terminal move. Dredging up his index levels for the attack that would blot out his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the auditory sensation of someone coming down the stairs.

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

His eyes widened and he released a inscrutable gasp as Selene came into view. The beautiful adult female instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the flock of him and the undisputable proof that the consequence of the Night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feather and focusing on every contingent of his torso, from his arse to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

"Look out !"she interrupted, drawing his attending back to Abaddon. The Demon was heavily wounded, but he was on his fundament and had his finger pointed at them.

"Die two-timer ! fiend Art : shadow heartbeat !"He roared.

All the rubble on the floor was thrown aside like food waste of composition by an touch off fan as a sooty blast of fantasm energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a dense irradiation with a ten-foot diameter and carrying enough index to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the boundary, defying all law of nature of physic and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the bam burned a hollow through the street and crack into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in terror as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying high above the magniloquent buildings in less than a second.

With the good time saturating the atmosphere with shadow energy, dark storm clouds began swirling around the black mainstay. Down on the subway political platform, Baltoh was pushing against the gust with his sword, desperately trying to stop it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his blade and organise it in a different direction, the blast would slam dance down onto the urban center like a cleaver. In the blink of an eye it would take to exchange the direction of the flak, a huge cicatrix could be carved straight through several international mile of the city, possibly killing hundreds of masses. This beam was far more sinewy than a formula daemon's !

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



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

He was leaning against the table with his wings retracted back into his body, in order to keep from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the only aspects of his appearance that he could switch. His nipper, fundament, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's committedness to finding answer, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her apartment, though he had to induce himself invisible in monastic order to get there without being noticed. exterior, the city of New York was like an overturned anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blow tried to enter out what it was. There were already dozens of news vans around the area of the bang, held back by a line of police police officer while anti-terrorism agents and forensic research worker studied the scene. Outside of the ringing of crowds, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the blast was a signal that sagacity Day was at handwriting. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blame them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should have killed him without any difficulty, but for some grounds, I just couldn't put my to the full effort into it. I gave him the chance to head for the hills when I didn't just bound off the fight and end him off. But it will adopt time for him to recuperate, and hopefully by the time he is stiff enough to actually do anything, I'll be capable to track him down and finish up the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

Selene leaned against the mesa, staring at Baltoh intently, trying to reap information from just his 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 lusus naturae ?"she asked, moving her optic down to the total darkness scaly wings.

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

genus 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 be ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of universe, there are three kingdom ; promised land, this macrocosm, and perdition. In Shangri-la there are the Angel and Archangels, on world there are humans, and in inferno there Gargoyles and daimon. angel are deceased sprightliness that have sworn their allegiance to YHVH to fight on his behalf against the forces of shadow, and Archangels are created by YHVH himself or are the sum of multiple Angel Falls bonded by their veritable desire to do good and fusing together into a superscript being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hades, Gargoyles are malicious dark spirits that are born in the Lake of attack through the anger and hatred of people on Earth. While they are completely devoid of actual soul, they are the shadow equation to Angels, but when an holy person fall from the grace of Eden, it can become a Gargoyle with a soul. During issue like wars or race murder, there is always a monumental upsurge in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negative feel. However, in post on Earth with an unnaturally high-pitched stage of bother and hatred in its account, very fallible Gargoyles can form, while still being far more mighty than even the cruelest man spirit. Most often, when you think of demonic will power and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

devil are on a totally other level of king from Gargoyles, with the difference being equal to the remainder between Angels and garden angelica. When somebody are in Hell for a long enough period of time, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and thinker crumble into ash and they basically cease to exist as sentient beingness. There are entire plains in Hell of Shirley Temple Black sand from the ashen remains of the clappers of broken mortal.

However, there is a special configuration of ash in that mixture, a character of the human someone that is… heavier. It is the traces of evil that lie within every soul, the wickedness that drives people to sin and devote criminal offense. Some have Thomas More evil in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to form a adept, the crushing weight of all the malefic act and their weightiness will draw the heaviest subatomic particle of ash together and take form a devil, spawned completely from the malevolence of wickedness souls and lacking even a single human characteristic other than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to bottom such an unholy fauna and the darkness it would set loose.

"The former form of Demon is a fallen Angelica Archangelica, which means that its powers of illumination are converted into the powers of darkness and they become servants of the the Tempter. You can tell which ogre were originally Angelica Archangelica created by Yahve because they are much Sir Thomas More calm and tempered, being of a unmarried nous instead of a toxic mixture of hundreds of spirits."

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

"Demons are basically fallen archangel, right ? well instead of being an garden angelica that has fallen, I am a daemon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weight to his dustup than the declaration of a new worldly concern order.

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

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

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very different and unequaled intermixture of someone, specifically the soulfulness of mass who committed murder in the name of judge ; police military officer, Templar horse, executioners, patriots, or even dewy-eyed men killing the SOB that raped their wives or daughter. Yahveh doesn't condone killing between homo, even if it is to polish off evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eyes downcast and hands balled so tightly into clenched fist that blood oozed from his chela digging into his palms. Selene felt a recondite chill in her heart as she heard the pain in the neck in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of millions of people, tortured for eons by the minions of the Devil for bringing justice to the humanity through violence. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our acts. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled zep was so great that it dwarfed any other daemon's genesis, I began to spring from their hatred. But unlike ogre that form from the hatred of life and light, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to murder and toss off the military unit of darkness was so right that I was able-bodied to get alive from the pain and hatred of the put away grinder. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many individual as I have, meaning that my powerfulness was already unnaturally high.

I remember my birth clearly : opening my centre for the first metre cryptical below the ground of the ashen fields, coughing on the nighttime grease that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the crushing pressure on all English. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeleton, becoming accustomed to my humanoid body and the ogre characteristic. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never run away my earthen tomb, my claw hand broke through the airfoil and I managed to force myself out.

Coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the calamitous playing field of ash, breathing heavily for the first time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of blaze and the shifting sand dune of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a devil. The back after the realization came, so did the passion and desires of all the human souls that made up my awareness. The desire to destroy evil was so hefty, I felt like I was growing to bedevil up if I didn't behead a fauna of hell right then and there, but there I was, a living Demon ; the very symbol of wickedness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a lowly smile and turned away from her."I took my own life. Sitting in that Negro sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my existence right then and there. At to the lowest degree in my destruction, I could destroy wickedness and off one threat from macrocosm. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingerbreadth and plunged my pincer into my own heart, ending my life.

genus Selene, never in the history of existence has a Demon ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too bootless and too desperate to take a leak others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless torment, they refuse to die in the hope that they can have misery. But here I was, trying to rule out my own world to that I could at least destroy one piece of evilness, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extreme 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 punctured nitty-gritty came to a stop and the endure flickers of undeath went out in my brain, there was a flash in my soulfulness, brighter than a million Dominicus. Through sin, I had achieved merit, the same level of virtue that saint needed to achieve to become Archangels.

Just as Jesus of Nazareth was resurrected three mean solar day after his dying, I was resurrected after mine. holy place vigor flooded my trunk with the desire to destroy evil performing as the nosepiece between darkness and lightness, allowing for a interactive equalizer that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the power of both promised land and Hell pulsing through my vena, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every second. I shed my scaly Demon skin for a humanoid soundbox and human body, grew the wings of an holy person above my Demon wings, and gained a glory of red region, all while keeping my nipper, tail, ogre backstage, and the power of shadow energy.

I stood up with my new body, completely enlightened and world apart from daemon and Angelica Archangelica in terminal figure of strength and raw power. As I flexed my digit, a Demon landed behind me, having come to investigate the bright lighter caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the puppet attacked… poor beast. Completely driven by instinct and using LE free energy than to snarl my fingers, I beheaded the monster with the edge of my hand, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that full stop on, my war against the spawn of Hell began, and I spent the last respective decennium solely in the Demon and Gargoyle nurseries, slaughtering the wicked beasts the bit they were spawned and fighting for every instant of my life, appeasing my desire to slay evil and decimating the Devil's armies."

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

"So if you're one-half monster and one-half Archangel, can you fuse your great power ?"

"No, I can only use them at the Lapp time. I can mix them so that the two push are blended to the pointedness that they look almost like the hide of a zebra, but they forever remain disjoined forces, just like oil and water supply. It is impossible for Demon energy and Angel DOE to James Bond, they are too opposite of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the good morning of the day I saved you, a daimon and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the violence of promised land have the ability to introduce and choke all three plains 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 mean ‘ summoned'?"She asked.

"Gargoyles and Demons can only cross into this world from Hell if they are summoned through some act of human necromancy, like a bunch of boor kids performing a demonic ritual. The cognitive process is actually very dreadful for any spectre that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a planet through the shaft of a volcano. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few multiplication and pulled here against my will. The solvent is an apparition with significantly lowered power levels, so low that the only actions they can make are paranormal events like haunting the seat where they were summoned. establish time, they become more and more hefty, eventually becoming strong enough to hurt humankind and even leave the place they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ones who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually mobilize a tangible daemon, and that's when affair get bad. A Gargoyle can possess and even bolt down mass in an surface area, but monster are capable to make born disasters and even infestation, like erupting volcanoes, seism, and tsunamis."

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

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The ritual of exorcism does not call the power of Jehovah to relegate a Demon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning rite for saint, except that it only has to draw their care, as Angels have the ability to pass through dimensional barriers. Consider yourself lucky that demonic entities are incapable of having that power. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Heaven that you need aid destroying a demonic entity or iniquity soul. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even Angelica Archangelica will come and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battle can get extremely violent and destructive, so Angels answering the call of exorcisms always arrive in group. One or more fights the entity or evil disembodied spirit, others cast a roadblock that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the conflict and hiding the events from outside TV audience, and another to protect the ones performing the dispossession and anyone else in the domain, always having to heal their wounds and alter their memories. Entire urban center blocks can be annihilated in one of these battle and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of demise. When that happens, the Angel will do everything in their power to keep off acknowledgment by the oecumenical public. They will wipe storage, rebuild anything destroyed, and even fudge the spiritualist and Internet to demolish all reports or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to Demons vs. Angelica Archangelica, the struggle are waged using ancient trance and incantation that focus the respective vim of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both heaven and Inferno spells."

"But why do the Angels make themselves invisible ? Why not record themselves ? And why do they have to change people's memories ?"

"After the death of Christ, Yahveh decreed that Angels and Archangels were to stem all visible actions in the public of the Living. Any military action taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The force of Shangri-la barely ever come to dry land anymore for anything other than answering the margin call of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a dissimilar reason. Whenever a diabolical entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the twinkle of this world. They can care revealing themselves indoors and outside at Nox without too a good deal pain or trouble, but becoming visible in panoptic daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honorable, Yahveh wanted to promote the lack of organized religion which was born at the turn of the century. After almost two thousand years of war and woe caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the human beings would be well off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A world without religion is a far more peaceful Earth than one where people fight over the deity they believe in."

Selene was silent for several moments as she tried to consider of another question."If hunting these demon and Gargoyles is giving you so often trouble, why don't you just ask the holy man for help ?"

Baltoh sighed."The angel hate me just as a good deal as the fiend do. I may be half archangel, but I was also born a ogre and am still one-half of one, not to cite the fact that I am an loathing. Even though I have slain entire armies of daimon in my life story, they see me as a vast threat that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth K of prison term before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every sentence I arrive, they try to demolish 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 fuss to deal that good time better will certainly come back to bite me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give a damn what Jehovah decreed. I am the sum of gazillion of people who have been sent to Hell for killing in the name of justice. If anything, I blame him for my very beingness and consider him my enemy."

More than a minute passed by, in which neither genus Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact lens. Looking at Selene in the turning point of his eye, Baltoh was trying to realize what it was about this homo that had piqued his wonder, while genus Selene was trying to swear out everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the stopping point 24 hours.

"Thank you,"genus Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

"I was born out of the desire to slay evil, how could I have allowed such a criminal offense to fall out ?"

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

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

"So you can really do cipher more than hatred ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the smallest of grin, so fall that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just defeat those raper in the alley, you healed my wounds and brought me back to my domicile. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me aside, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholic face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these freak yet means that it will probably contain time. During that time, if you ever want to take aim a break or talk to individual, just come find me."

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

"Of course,"genus Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"dungeon it with you, and if you are ever in peril, I will smell it and be able to find you,"he said before becoming intangible asset and walking through the wall, leaving Selene resting her chin on her script with a languorous expression on her face.



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

She was in the pause room of her office building, looking in low cabinet for any coffee bean cans so that she could make a fresh pot. The break room was like any other in the world, with a occupation of high cabinets and low cabinets against the wall, a minor fridge, dingy lighting, a table and a few chairman, a"stainless"steel sink, and a bullshit motivational poster that served only to add some color to the beige wall.

Molly was sitting up on the heel counter like a fiddling kid, curling her long blonde fuzz around her fingerbreadth. She was both the touch and antonym to Selene, with fortunate hairsbreadth, bright blue eyes, and picket pelt, but she had a fit build with voluptuous curves, the utter combination of good genes and countless hr at the gym. She and Selene had been considerably friends since they were first intern and were nigher than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a rattling pity. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a single picture of it anywhere, not on the news, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their bike, the great unwashed have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost right in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to break a jumbled knot of a few strands of her haircloth.

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 coffee pot was slowly filled with the hot black brew.

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

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

"Just a moment Mr. Reed,"Molly said with a smiling that was as fake as a politician's hope.

The manager left and Molly turned back to Selene with a flavour of disgust."I can not stick out that bastard. I just want to catch that moustache of his and swing him around before throwing him out a window."

"Just be heedful, because if he hears you, you'll be the one on your human knee"begging"for your job."



chocolate cup in script, genus Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to keep her mind focused on her piece of work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Baltoh and her purse, which had his feather stitched into the side, something which Molly had joked about being so out of style that she might as well just cry her bag a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to question her current life. After learning that Heaven, nether region, angel, Demons, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to think she had seen too practically to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to bonk More, she wanted to pack office in Baltoh's engagement against the devil and just do something that would let her bonk that she had a place in the bigger world.

Putting her purse on her desk so that she could at least keep her eyes on the feathering, she eventually managed to get some existent work done.



Baltoh stood on the roof of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the city and tried to smell out the DOE signatures of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in Hell, the non-white life were keeping their powers hidden to avoid espial, making it next to impossible for Baltoh to pick them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright pillar of scant shown down from the sky like a beam of sunlight piercing a layer of thick clouds.

Floating down from the sky, a man appeared with chopper eagle-like wings stretching from his dorsum 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 speech of the affirmation carried a weight and menacing feeling that no former lyric held, as it was the language of the Hell ; Hellscript, a idiom of Latin and a physical body of speaking that was very dangerous to humans. If spoken in the superior general public, every mortal within earshot would be brought to their articulatio genus by crippling sickness. Speaking entire phrases like Baltoh had just done would make them to throw up and begin bleeding from their oral cavity, nose, and even spike and eye.

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

The garden angelica's apparel greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boots, baggy pants, a window sash, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The only conflict were that his clothes were as white as his feathering, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a yoke of shackles on his wrists, though his did have the prayer beads beading mountain range. His complexion was a lot tanner than Baltoh's hoary skin tone, and he lacked claws, a hindquarters, and of course of study, a couplet of Demon extension. His ears were pointed and he had a single line of red wavy hair going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should believe yourself lucky that I decided to be charitable and not attack the back I entered this realm."

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

"Your arrogance is truly that of a Demon, test copy that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned odium. Not to mention the fact that you have the same habit of getting involved with citizenry as the dark beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic scathe to the city without even eliminating all traces of your world and birth even socialized and murdered humans. This is a crime of the high-pitched order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The legal philosophy of Jehovah mean nothing to me. Your king is a indifferent tomfool, at least I do skilful in this world. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"crimes"of mine, so either he truly doesn't forethought about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

"sacrilege !"Michael hissed as he held out his helping hand.

There was a bright ostentation of light from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his grip. The handle was of twisted Au wire with a ruby knob, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to look like a couple of Angel wings, and the blade was sterling silver but unattackable than steel.

"Say one more word, and I will cut you down here and now ! The fiend and Gargoyles can waitress, but your destruction is long overdue !"

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

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

"I grow tired of this conversation Archangel. pass on me in heartsease 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 metropolis, with a marble-sized heavens of shadow energy crackling at the tip of the claw of his index finger."Then I'll fire a Dark pulsing straight into the city and obliterate the future three miles of buildings."

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

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

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



Abaddon was sitting on a bowlder in a cavern out deep below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal cad. Whimpering in concern and hurting was a miss at his feet, 18 years old with auburn hairsbreadth and pale skin. She had her hands wrapped around her mortise joint, trying to kibosh the haemorrhage from her severed Achilles sinew. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep her from track, and he had threatened to cut off her helping hand if she tried to crawl away.

The sadistic creature had recovered from his battle with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless people. In movement of him, a humble ostentation of red lightness popped about two meters above the ground and held its form as a burning at the stake sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the side. The empyrean slowly expanded, allowing for another bony level to reveal itself. The two claw pushed against the sides of the sphere of influence in opposite directions, slowly stretching it into a 2-dimensional drape, LE than a foundation long, and slowly showing to a greater extent of their actual sizing. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like hook were reaching out of the fiery deepness of the small manifestation, latching themselves onto the edges of realism and pushing it, basically clamping onto the lacerated border between Earth and Hell itself.

At a meter in diameter, the inside of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a burning tunnel with black fog pouring out. The pincer that were hooked around the boundary of the hepatic portal vein were the size of tree diagram log, and with each unfold space that formed by stretching the portal, another claw would hand out and latch onto the edge, helping to extend the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven feet in diameter, a Demon leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breathing space. The ogre looked remarkably standardised to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle trunk and characteristics, only he didn't have pilus and his distorted saddle horn were more like the cornet of a bull than a goat like Abaddon. Like the Demon, he wore a medieval-style annulus of armour home base and had a metallic element hamper on each wrist.

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

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

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

Abaddon stood up with a growl."Now you listen to me, your job is to 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 slice up off my head."

Rimmon clicked his bifurcate tongue at Abaddon's tonicity."So incapacitated. I know what my decree are ; you don't have to remind me. But in order to do that, I need to cognize that you are following your edict as well. Why in the Dark Lord's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a man host yet ? !"

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

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

"I've only seen a few human beings that would dish out as proficient hosts for our plans, but we don't need too many important citizenry. Once we move forward, we'll just pick whoever will be appealing and then move forward with our plans."

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

"Hold on, I don't want us to start this mission on the wrong foot,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the missy on the ground by the back of her shirt and threw her like a cast away coating. Rimmon caught her by the articulatio radiocarpea and grinned, taking great pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his claws into her soft flesh.

"These animation humans are so much more pure and intolerant to anguish than the prisoners in pit, their screeching of agony and humiliation are like euphony. Torturing this one girlfriend will founder you as much vigor as eating five. She's a little gift to serve 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 food, you have fun with your new toy,"Abaddon lazily waved as he got up and left.

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the girl again, knocking her across the cavern floor. The pock sobbing victim desperately tried to crawl away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonizing scream as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his claws, licking the rake off the bladed talons as her shred shirt and bra fell away.

"Please don't kill me, delight !"she begged of the daemon.

Rimmon gave a cruel joke and crouched down over her, grabbing her hair and pulling her mind 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 long forked clapper.

The daughter gave another painful scream as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her skirt and scanty. Her lily-white rear was now wet with descent from five deep gashes. Wrapping his after part around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her manus and knees as he removed his putz, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the biting head of his spiny cock pressed against the unmoved lips of her kitty. Grabbing her by the hip joint and digging into her flesh with his pincer, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a single cruel shove.

As the saw-toothed phallus tore through the young woman's virgin cunt and completely shredded her maidenhead, she screamed so loud in painful sensation and humiliation that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in pain in the ass instead of pleasure. Rimmon groaned in wickedness blissfulness as he let his hammer become accustomed to the fuzziness of the woman's cunt. lineage was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a homo prickle, 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 small and tight opening is like using a jackhammer for a surgical incision, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a near full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental melody of what was passing through the girl's mind as that happened and of the berth, and it's grueling to decide whether the genial hurting was the swell or physical pain.

Licking his sassing, the Demon pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as loud and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the principal and ridges scraping against the bleeding cuts. The trickle of line of descent turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped hand and drank it like it was elixir of ageless youth. With his grip on his torture slave tightened, Rimmon forced his shaft back into her brutalized pussy. This prison term, the girlfriend did not shriek in suffering or abasement, as she was too busy vomiting from them. The painful sensation and genial scarring was so vivid that her tum actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the young lady's snatch was nice and light ( or ripped surface like an old horseshoe ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging phallus. The miss was facedown in the pool of her barf, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable anguish that was burning inside her from the waistline. The only way she could draw the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her mind, the tormenting thoughts of her slain family, her slip virginity, her defiled honor, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked haemorrhage soundbox played like a horror motion-picture show that she could not look away from.

The torture victim's only relief came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the incredible line of descent personnel casualty was making her unrestrained, and that her stallion lower body had been so heavily damaged that her nerves were only half functioning.

After twenty min of the savage anguish, Rimmon finally pulled out of his young victim, who was nearly catatonic. The woman's pussy was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so brutal and hard that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her give, and shredded the shape inside like grass under a weed whacker. Her puss looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to mention the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a hobble ragdoll, her sassing open, her eyes glazed over, and her mind almost completely shut down.

sensing spirit still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair over to him and forced his tool into her soft mouth. As if woken up from a bad dream, the lady friend suddenly became wild and tried to push the Demon away, but could not relinquish herself or bump off the Phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain sensation from her trauma came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's dick still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her pass and looked up, snarling like an angry king of beasts as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of cum into the girl's esophagus. The brutalized girl gave one concluding scream as the acidulous muck began to burn through her vocal cords, but quickly became understood as her arteries and spinal corduroy were the next to go. With her head teacher being severed from her body, Rimmon dismounted her human face and wiped the vomit off his cock, chuckling to himself as he tried to guess back to the final sentence he had such a majuscule fuck. Redressing in the roman soldier-like skirt of armour plate that all demon wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some dead people and a few living ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and gay as usual, with the sun retaining its index and prestige even as bang over was brought through its daily birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the covetousness that had bankrupted the country. Their cry doubled in mass and effort as the stockbrokers chief operating officer rolled by in the vertebral column of their limousine, tired from a farseeing day of treasure hunting.

No one paid any attention to the mute man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his hand. What people didn't see was the rag sticking out of the snoot. The man stepped up to the lookout man line of credit set up by police, gazing at the auto passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soul growled as it saw the unadulterated target.

retention up the bottle and a flatboat, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the mass around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a rippling in the bunch. Just as the realization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past tense. Sitting in the back of his limo, the fat balding man was trying to fall the cigar held between his dentition. He cursed as the void nickel-plated Zippo refused to apply off more than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to light up his cigar, he closed the Zippo, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man's decease was not necessary. The street was already erupting into utter pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating citizenry 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 body. With his suitcase in script, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to calm her down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the notice for his lunch. No tip had been left ass, only a note saying that servant should read to wreak food faster.

It was a little motion, one that really cause any damage. But already, motion-picture show of the preeminence were being spread across the Internet and igniting massive infernos of anger and gall. similar notes were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The soften night was filled with the sound of spray paint as possessed men and charwoman scrawled huge messages on populace control surface in crimson. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood splash. The subject matter were things like ‘ GOD HATES fagot ’, ‘ PRAISE ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR Old Ironsides ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE household, NOT THE NIGGER house ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



outrage boiled in the metropolis with the rising sun as multitude would walk to their cars and feel that their tires had been slashed and the position had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper poser had been the target of this vandalism, both populist and republicans. As people struggled to get to knead, the vast shower of offensive substance that had been spread across New House of York were in the process of being washed away by desperate street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hatred spread.



Selene came to a period in the hallway of her power, having caught the sound of a fearful conversation in the breakout room. With her hand on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two women talked in hushed spokesperson by the fridge.

"It's absolutely horrible, I throw up every metre I imagine it,"one adult female in her early fifties tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

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

"I just heard it now on the radiocommunication. Police were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the day care center, and when they arrived, half of the child were beat and the other half were missing !"

Selene's stemma felt like cold mercury in her veins.

"line covered the bulwark and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police are tearing the city apart to determine the children that were taken ! I can't even envisage what they've been forced to endure, those poor kids !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in straw man of City G. Stanley Hall, with hoi polloi praying for the safety of the taken children and mourning their ugly deaths. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the forces at work, the people prayed while the Demons and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough speciality to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disembowel stiff of the nobble nipper. Already a large puddle of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered bodies. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave screeching of terror, quickly opening their extension to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate repentance !"

Upon being spoken, the piece materialized two large wooden crosses on the Gargoyle's dorsum, each more than twice as tumid as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the ground with enough strength to shatter the pavement, and even though the giant crosses were only laying on them like fallen tree, they could not snarf so much as a finger, as the gravity acting on their soundbox had been multiplied to the detail where their unhallowed bones were about to snap.

"scrap against it all you want, but you can not surmount the weight of your hell,"Baltoh said coldly as he raised his sword.



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

A roast on the door drew his attention and one of his Pluto stepped in, trying to help sort the mess out."Mr. Mayor, you're going to want to number see this."

Gabriel followed the untested man outside, where several employees of the City mansion house that were working through the nighttime, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police police officer, were standing around a van-sized peck of sheets of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

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

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

"My god, they're all American fleur-de-lis,"another officer said, shining his flashlight on the pile.

Standing on the steps of city hallway, completely indiscernible by the humans, Abaddon gave a trench laugh as he held out his script. With a catch of his digit, the entire pile was consumed by attack, forcing everyone to jump back out of fear, watching as the flags burned.



One by one, the pillars of man civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the stallion understructure of company to collapse.



Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the tactile sensation of the late-morning sunlight on her half-naked body and the luck to sleep in. Her cat was curled up adjacent 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 lilliputian hand pressed down on her like jabbing fingers.

A fantasm shifted across her brass, causing her to open her heart and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended extraneous and his shadow curling and swishing behind him."Good morning,"he said with no aspect.

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

"I wanted to check in on you. I haven't been so preoccupied with my hunt that I haven't noticed that this metropolis is being turned upside down, and I wanted to constitute certain you weren't in risk or anything."

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

Selene was wearing goose egg but a black lash and a matching bra that was struggling to give in her full tit. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could finger a very strong sentience of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet sonsy figure. As common, the metier of these opinion of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the metier of his curio of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to draw out a pair of dungaree out of the lower draftsman, granting the Demon-Archangel loan-blend a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shoal as he stared at her smooth-as-glass second joint and her fully yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian ecdysiast to shame and could bounce a quarter across the room. Her smuggled lace thong was nestled between the two face like a length of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the loanblend's heart travel across every in of her cinnamon-shade tegument, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her base into a pair of slim-fit blue jean. She slowly pulled up the jean with the waistband being dragged tightly against the back of her wooden leg, the way a clay sculptor would drag a cosmic string across her creation in progress to create it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her dungaree tightly against the back of her thigh with her ass resting on the girdle, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his mouth and hold open his equanimity as his rushing line began to enlarge his cock.

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

genus Selene was momentarily flooded with embarrassment, but quickly brushed it aside. With a army tank top in mitt, she turned back to him."Well you've already seen me bare, so there is no reason to be discrete,"she defended while raising her weapon system to sneak on the top.

Baltoh instantly felt his cock stir as her breasts seemed to elaborate with the twin natural elevation of her subdivision."So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The white tank top came down over her breasts, restoring his self-denial. genus Selene swung her head from side to side, straightening out her tenacious hair."glad ?"she asked with a wry grinning.

Baltoh did not reply. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the threshold."semen on in before somebody calls the constabulary about a man with a tail and four wing watching people from their fire escape."

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

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't concern, the halo is mostly just a emblematic illusion of my garden angelica position. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the world around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of lightness, see ?"

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

"So tell me, do you have any memories of the people that you once were ? You seem to understand cultural quotation just mulct,"she asked while setting up the umber manufacturing business.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the bulwark and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell crumble to dust, they've already undergone so much torturing that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the memory I get are of people's patterns in their daily life-time, like their reason and scene of their culture. While I don't commend ever meeting a Dr. or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my sympathy of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth 10 of thousands of times to escape from Hell when I am sweep over and destruction is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food chain."

"Well what personal computer storage do you have ?"she asked, taking two soft touch 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 Ilium and enslave its people, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century France and beheading criminals, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old west, among other things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"prison term in Hell movement at a much faster pace than in the human world, a single day here is an entire year there. It's concentrated to state just how old I am as netherworld has no seasons or annual change, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

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

"No thanks, I don't eat or drink. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human flesh in edict to find their lastingness, but angel and archangel do not expect aliment. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because cipher ever passes through our systems.

Hell is actually rather pocket-sized. The existence of it is just as large as this one but the gens ‘ pit'denotes both the intact realm and the one part that is actually occupied by homo and demonic spirits is a ace planet in empty distance. 95 % of the planet hell covered by a sea of ardor that burns for all infinity, but there is a place known as the islet of the Damned. It's the alone landmass in all of underworld so it's the only shoes with lone residents, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where near of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of geographical zone, which each geographical zone corresponding to a dissimilar kind of prisoner and different kind of punishment. The zone are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly sinning, but by former factors and geographic component. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will stomach mind-numbing tortures and excruciating last, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is null that can rid them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in netherworld, beings with Angel or monster energy are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the Lapp opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the dupe of condition and those who meant to do good. suicide dupe, heroes that have committed execution to bring justice, and even masses who committed crimes completely by accident. Unfortunately, the absolute majority of the masses in Hell are there only because of small infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any injury, but were still considered sins."

"You know, there is something that citizenry have been wondering for a long time in this rural area ; do you go to Hell if you get an miscarriage ? They say its murder."

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

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

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

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

"I do screw that my foe are causing it. I've been investigating the scenes of these disturbances and I always find the deliquium smell of evil. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over human beings and using them to set up latent hostility and causal agent chaos, though it has already gained impulse and no longer requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news show, but a fair sex just threw a flaming feeding bottle of gas into a mosque while it was wax of masses. I got there moments after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no self-reproach in taking her life. It's being seen everywhere : religious fiend are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and discriminatory panorama ( I'll probably toss off them later ), new dissent groups are starting and they are patrolling the city with political signs, and I've already found three stagnant bodies."

genus Selene stirred uncomfortably at the quotation of murder."Are you really leave to toss off that easily ?"

Sensing her malaise, Baltoh looked at her in the nook of his eye and stood up."I'm not a sequential murderer that takes the lives of innocent people. My name means"righteousness"in the language of nirvana and I was born from the hatred of evil of millions of grinder. I was born of hatred, just like my dupe, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause impairment and hit others suffer, I use my hatred to end the worrying they inflict and bring the justness that must rein. Hatred is like blast, in that it can destroy all in its route, but my hatred is like red region, in that it incinerates the unjust."

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

"To be honest, I have no clue what the Demons are up to. I don't know if they're causing this pandemonium because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to enshroud their campaign while they bring some plan to fruition. I can't track them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their mightiness with enough vigor for me to sense or their human legion 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, wait for one of them to divulge themselves or wait until I can identify a possible design and predict where they will strike so that I can capture them."

He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in Selene's middle."Listen, I have a belief that thing are going to continue to escalate. These Acts of the Apostles of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this fire is just going to keep growing unless I can stop them. If I can't find oneself them soon and affair go from bad to worse, I want you to entrust New York until I can get the billet under control."

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

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

"Always. Like about kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a lilliputian brat. I was always trying to agitate myself to my terminal point and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't climb that tree, you'll fall ”,"I don't caution if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll trip ”. I was a well-behaved tiddler, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one giant intellect challenge."

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

Selene laughed."My parents still stay fresh my old chamber full moon of my trophies, not to mention award from former schoolhouse mathematical group. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance prep, sports, school clubs, and a social life. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and better I became. I was like a knife ; no matter how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's grin grew small-scale, but did not disappear."I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I've had couple boyfriend in my lifespan, but as you can see, they didn't hold out. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could spend my life trying to wax like a cliff face or translate like a playscript written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her chin resting on her hands."I wish I could generate these enquiry. You've spent your whole life fighting in the pits of Hell which means you haven't lived like a unconstipated somebody, and I don't want to ask about the life sentence 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 unknown,"she huffed, while maintaining her lowly grin.

Baltoh rested his Chin on his manus the same way, looking into her heart."What I was or what made she who I am should not matter, only who I am now should count. You don't need a past to make a futurity, 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."

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

After the run-in passed her back talk, the man and the hybrid both became still, staring into each former's eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in growth of measuring so lowly that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their lip parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the tabular array, landing between them.

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

"I should go, I have to witness those monster before things get out of mitt,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his extension.

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

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the walls and stage of the construction and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fire escape of the building across the street. His weaponry were crossed and he had a dark grin.

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



Selene and molly were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the background knowledge, the auditory sensation of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the urban center, but the Park itself was almost completely quiet. The island in the sidewalk sea was bustling with people, all trying to enjoy the decent weather before it rose into the intolerable summer temperatures.

"I had the kinkiest dream last night…"Molly hummed as both adult female leaned back in the bench with their eye closed, trying to soak up as much sun as possible like a yoke of dozing cats.

"Ok, I'm occupy,"genus Selene chuckled.

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

"Molly, we agreed never to talk about that nighttime, remember ?"she hissed.

"Hey, you seemed More than will and glad at the time."

"Yeah, because we were both wino. commend what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each other for three calendar month and I almost depart my job because it was just too uneasy 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 occupy in my sex dream just a arcminute ago ? The thought that I'm doing something kinky turns you on, doesn't it ?"

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

genus Selene glared at her with invisible dagger shooting from her heart, but no matter how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of memories in her mind, and those memories were beginning to make her arouse. Already she could sense her pussy dampening 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 large stumble. This was the terminal time they would allow pot likker, and for good reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol horizontal surface rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and Sir Thomas More than drunk to make up one's mind to start out photocopying her ass, genus Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to verbalise to. She had already wandered around most of the construction, but there was one place she had not checked.

genus Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Walter Reed's office door, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a moustache drive from their ugly chief. She did not hear the moan or build clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whimper of molly. Curious, genus Selene opened the door and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her boss'chairperson, her blouse unfold with her arms across her bare breasts, her G-string and chick on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her wooden leg ( but do to the desk blocking her from the shank down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"Molly, what are you doing ?"Selene asked in work-shy interestingness. The sonsie blonde nearly jumped out of the chair.

"Selene, close the doorway !"

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

mollie turned in the chairman and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a cigaret without even turning it off."I was bored as the pits, my vibrator was in my purse, and this is the most prosperous chair. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober adequate to ride. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

Selene was completely unaffected by the good deal of her Quaker's lily-white D-cup white meat, landing strip-flat belly, unruffled thighs, and wet shaved pussy, and molly seemed literally unfold to showing her everything. Without intoxicant in the equation, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping fermentation alcohol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

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

"Hey, could you aid 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.

hybridisation her leg, genus Selene sat down on the trading floor like a kindergartener at narration clock time. Molly spread her wooden leg and only now did genus Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pinko as gum.

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

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

Squeamish but willing, genus Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her exponent finger and thumb. She looked back and forth at the toy and the propagate sass of her ally's pussy, thirsty for pleasure. A part 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 admirer, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into mollie. The blonde drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the satiny flesh of her moist interior. The sound of the sexual call made Selene excited and nervous, but she proceeded to actuate the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a piston in Molly, the sweet succus of her cunt ran down the dildo and soaked genus Selene's fingers. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her men, she could feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The distort expression of pleasure on Molly's beautiful face, the shift and jiggling of her breasts as her body trembled and she pinched her nipples, her flat belly rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her pegleg openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on presentation.

Something about this act was very arousing to genus Selene, and the sweet smell of her friend's kitty was making her body shiver with heat and excitement. True, she had never felt any sort of attractive feature to women, at to the lowest degree no more than a tenuous curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a pinch or stimulation when Molly set over to piece something up or was showing a particularly plenteous sum of money of segmentation. Selene often found her gaze wandering when molly was around, stirring her natural curiosity. And she had to admit that the philharmonic of Molly's moan and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a couple minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her broad mitt and was working it in her ally with rapid speed, making molly roar and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

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

"Of course, I am yummy !"

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

genus Selene's whole body became fixed as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the back of her pharynx, nearly making her crumb from the sinfulness of her Friend's flavour. She tried to take out away, but Molly was holding her shoulder and making her to suck it. molly truly was a predominate drunk, but even with bout rolling down her fount from the penalty of her pharynx, Selene was too drunk to find anything but joy at the luscious oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"Want some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her intimate desires gaining inertia. With a smile, molly got down on her knees and began working the dildo in her cunt, slathering it in her succus. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side while genus Selene licked the early, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blonde's pith. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two women began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their lingua began to meet. At low it was the slightest accidental hint, then strings of saliva could be seen stretched between their brim, and eventually, they were kissing each early over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of joy between her branch to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their mouths salivating from the horniness they were feeling. With a smile, molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on genus Selene's shoulder, she laid her friend back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing zilch but her high heels.

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

She leaned down and pressed her back talk against Selene's, slipping her tongue into her ally's mouth and letting their spittle mix. With their rose-cheeked lip rouge shades blending together, mollie grasped Selene's hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the message and inserted her fingers into the wet opening, tickling mollie's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hand, Molly pulled off genus Selene's skirt and panties with the former, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their endless buss. Both women began moving as mirror epitome, fingering each other while their knife basically formed a two-fold whorl. After a minute of kissing, molly sat up and undid Selene's blouse and bra, humming in stimulation as Selene's melon-sized jug burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past Selene's head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's breasts in note with their faces.

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

Curious, subservient, and horny as netherworld, genus Selene reached up and wrapped her rim around Molly's nipples, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in physical bliss, but in the knowledge that she had bent-grass Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to reap the benefit. Molly lowered her head and painted genus Selene's areolas with her tongue, taking incredible satisfaction in the taste and feel of her flabby flesh.

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

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

First pulling her foresightful blonde pilus out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her lingua through the baggy entrance to her prick, making Selene groan softly in euphory. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her head and buried her face in Molly's stark ass. Having never done such a thing before, genus Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old beau had done to please her as Molly's politic ass cheeks were clenched against the sides of her face. Molly gave the Sami moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two woman into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussy, mollie purred and hummed from the appreciation alone as she sucked up every delicious free fall of the charwoman's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a Hydra pungency. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her clapper inside her friend the Saame way that Molly was moving her glossa in hers. She too was taking vast amounts of joy in not just the flavor of the hot wet cunt resting on her grimace, but the kinky excitement making her whole body buzz at the mildness of those delicious pussy lips and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy 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 didder and grumble in genus Selene and using it to draw forth more kitty succus to drink in up. The place was filled with the speech sound of the women's groan of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oils. Licking her smiling lips, Molly got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene's face so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend's curvaceous ass face. Molly broadened her ascendence on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth in genus Selene and making her feast her peg blanket, pointing her mellow hound at the ceiling.

"That's right, honey. poke my cunt,"Molly purred as she ran her tongue up Selene's smooth leg and continued to have a go at it her wildly with the vibrator.

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

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

Selene obeyed with corneous excitement, pushing her tongue as far into Molly's asshole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her logic gate of paradise. mollie gripped her titty until the pale skin turned pinko, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist physique. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively delectable and her rub down pussycat lips wanted the delight to never end, not to mention that mollie's voiced liquid ass felt amazing on the sides of her face. Her give crusade were driving Molly insane in go, making her wantonness her bosom and instead rub her slit frantically, soaking her fingers in her juices before sucking on them.

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

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

Molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the storey, desperate for a 2d course of delicious zany. Selene moved up over Molly's aspect, but in the reverse counselling when their roles had been different. She lowered herself onto molly, pinning her Down and making her clout her pussy. The second molly started, genus Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater pressure on her tender mouth as mollie's lingua worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the shank down from the unbelievable delight being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a pocket-sized desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the full softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's sum, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its insertion, Molly nearly arched her back in raptus, for the notion of the toy shaking every ace centimeter of moist soma in her twat and the soft deliciousness of Selene was almost more than she could deal. Before tenacious, Selene craved more from molly ; she wanted to experience what her friend had experienced. She changed her military position, getting on all quadruplet with her mammilla pointing at the ceiling. molly took the message and practically dive into Selene's tight mother fucker, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the fuzziness of Selene's house rear.

"Oh, that feels so soundly. Keep licking, go on licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her twat and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to fall off balance.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against molly's face while the blonde nympho practically slobbered on her arsehole. Before long, genus Selene's second joint were burning like furnaces and she had to get down Molly's jiggling tongue. Like molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her friend's face like an ice emollient cone.

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

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

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

Smiling and licking their rim, the two beauties began rubbing against each early, letting their pussy brim aggressively kiss and smother each early over and over again. Their groan reached new spirit level of mass and tone as the softness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. rippling traversed their glassy smooth bodies as their thighs clapped against each early over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their trunk moved in rhythm, they each reached out and knead each former's chest, rubbing their medal against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several instant until sharing a simultaneous coming. Their cunt were as soaked as peach sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juice, without ever breaking their wet candy kiss. The two women lied back, panting like Canis familiaris in the summer from their exertion. Their organic structure were both covered in a glistening picture show of stew, spittle, and vaginal juices, catching the Light Within and illuminating their full-bosomed curves.

Catching her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her hired man in the wet mixture between their pussies and licked it off as if it were water from the fountain of younker. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her knife. She continued to move up, licking the sweat off Selene's toothsome breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The sensual kiss revived genus Selene, and she could finally palpate the effects of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling mollie and at her own nude dead 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 place, leaving molly smiling and licking her dildo clean.



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in chafe and tried not to rub her pegleg together. It hadn't taken her long after the party to remember everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, affair had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at to the lowest degree for genus Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy spree, and while Selene always said no, she could not push aside that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her fingers between her leg, Selene often found that her best climax when memories of eating out Molly slipped into her fantasy. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the greatest new experiences in her life, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

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

Trying to keep her clit from shivering in foreplay with greater strength, Selene stood up and walked off.



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in presence of the daycare center of attention from which they had killed half of the minor and taken the rest to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit standard candle, notes, and photos of the dead and missing nestling, while the street was covered in trash and bill from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a lampoon could accept place and what kind of world their children were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the fiend, they had made their body invisible to keep the illumination from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a pantomime and licked his lips."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so robust in suffering and storm that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the child was a wise motility, as now the human being of this urban center are closemouthed to rioting from concern for themselves and their loved one and anger that this was allowed to take place. I don't know which is more delicious, the flesh and blood of those small fry or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will encounter. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human world. However, with my baron at its maximum floor and this city playing as the perfect breeding ground of malice and suffering, the only way the variable star could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a maledict burial primer coat while torturing a few delicious humans,"he replied with an malefic smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his biramous tongue.

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

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

Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a lilliputian severed hand."The blood of a child, for a little duplicate circumstances,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hired hand and forming a small red puddle on the ground.

"ogre Art : revulsion Obelisk Summoning !"he called, slamming his clawed script down on the puddle.

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

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the ceiling of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the germ of the sullen power point he was sensing.



A howling wind blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the Methedrine in the street as well as the monument pieces set on the pavement. The pool of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten feet in diameter with the two Demons at the very edge. lightlessness lightning crackled above the membrane and a large shadow could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

Rimmon quickly turned around as Baltoh landed a c feet away, blade in hand.

"Great, another one,"the loanblend muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten holy man appeared. The men and char were dressed in Edward White monk gown and looked to be in their ahead of time thirties.

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

"I'm not indisputable if my destiny just increased or decreased. Either way, this will raise to be an interesting fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his sides. A sickening sliding strait emanated from his wrists as two vane of Shirley Temple Black steel burst out of the backs of his hands, latitude with his arms and each protruding to a greater extent than a foundation past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his sword, he signaled the get-go of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two saint were combining their force to summon a repairing barrier around the area. Normally it would encompass only about a hundred feet, but in this compositor's case, the illusional attic had a radius of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the devil blocked his onrush with one of his vane and aimed his free script at Michael."monster Art : Dark Pulse !"

A colossal concenter beam of daemon energy erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his bridge player, shaking the surrounding buildings as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a engagement cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the good time. The defense brought him to a dead stop, but with his leaf blade, he was able-bodied to split the beam and half and stave off them.

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the strewing blast, but with the Angels working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the gust, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the hybrid delivered a devastating kick to the devil's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across piss. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the social structure crumbling down like a mansion of cards.

Before Baltoh could assail Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his claw and was about to forestall with a shot from his stinger-like buttocks, but the clank was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a annihilative spell.

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

Before Baltoh's flak could connect, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of dark flame, slamming into them with more great power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of construction. thick clouds of dust and smoke billowed from the edifice that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the dim flames.

With a powerful flap of his offstage, 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 invisible shockwave suddenly cleared the dust cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon's blades with their swords.

The here and now of unity between the Archangel and crossbreed 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-out, and pointed his fingerbreadth at him."holy person Art : immortal Ray !"

The entire street was lit up as a across-the-board but center favourable laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the Demon as the be and opposite of the nighttime pulsation spell. But just as the patch began, Baltoh's attending was drawn to Michael. The garden angelica jabbed forward with his brand, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his Demon wing. discharge flickered off the surface of the steel-like tissue layer from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the cross could revenge, Michael placed his hired man on his foe's fender and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ holy man Art : holy Thunder holler !'

In a blinding flare, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an burst on par with that of a stinger projectile. Wrapped in smoke 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 deliver another onslaught, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a diagonal across Michael's dresser and sending a splatter of line of descent across the wreckage of the edifice around them.

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

In a schism 2nd, the entire urban center pulley-block was riddled with bright glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a gold detonation, so hefty that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud. At the boundary of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his focus on the summoning ritual while the ten holy man that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in lather from trying to observe the roadblock from shattering under the compound power of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing feather sowed onto the movement of her handbag, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising power horizontal surface. 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 hold off and have faith. At least now her mind was taken off Molly.



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

Looping his fingerbreadth around his doughnut, he pulled his arm down with a 12 written matter of the ring of golden visible radiation, all intertwined with a lightning-like electric cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning train of thought no longer binding them. Spinning like tip, the hoop of light source swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the demon and intercrossed.

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

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

The fight had now moved, and the hybrid, Archangel, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler construction. The Angel that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the roadblock to keep the battle from destroying the city, and had even called in strengthener to protect, heal, evacuate, and take the remembering of people in the battlefield and reanimate the damage. Already, the Angels had removed half of the masses in the area, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred year had so many Angels been called from promised land to suppress such a high level of destruction.

Before Michael could found another attack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a down cleave of his sword. With his superior power, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the ground with the border of their blade screaming from the clash. Keeping Michael down with one script, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger's breadth at him."Angel Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A deep crack boxed everyone's ears as a channelise bolt of golden muscularity was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight way. It was not true galvanic lightning, but it had similar fastness and power.

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

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

"backer Art : Enlightenment flashbulb !"

In a blinding display of glowing, every feather on Michael's flank lit up like a toy star, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to bump, Baltoh wrapped himself in his annexe, shielding his heart and protecting himself from Michael's expected stab. Just like before, the blade bounced off the Earth's surface of his wings with little more than a short-lived shower of sparks.

Baltoh opened his wings once the Light Within faded and grabbed Michael by the pharynx. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now hollow street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an quake, the street opened up like a blossoming bloom into a deep crater and every window in the area was reduced to glass pulverization, filling the air like junk. Michael's middle rolled back into his foreland and he lost consciousness from the pain of the impact, but such a reverse would only knock him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, desperate to give a lethal smasher. Without any effort, he swung his sword and knocked the blades aside the twinkling the ogre came in his range, then in a 1 fluid movement, he jumped into the air and delivered a herculean recoil to the Demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a humble crater forming every clock time he touched the ground.

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

Baltoh was forced to let go of the daimon and retreat to nullify the plan of attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a one C measure away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel's virgule with his bare hand. Like the R-2 of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's backside snapped around Michael's ankle joint, and with occult persuasiveness, he flung the garden angelica towards the position. Michael crashed into the battlefront of the Chrysler Building and drilled a mess straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tug. Regaining balance in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the kettle of fish blasted through the building.

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

Like a brace of rapid-fire scattergun good of birdshot, his wings began launching hundreds of feathers each mo, with each one glowing with a white air and packing to a greater extent office than a .50 armor-piercing clout. With a quiet expression on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his cause were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A across-the-board deluge of sparks flashed in straw man of Baltoh as he deflected every unity feather that would have struck him. The rest of the arrow peppered the soil around and behind him, pocking the pavement and grime with head-sized craters and kicking up clouds of dust and skunk.

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

bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of Energy from his claws, razor reduce and faster than lightning. In a single moment, five tune appeared on everything within the two-dimensional carpenter's plane of his slash. Cut by the Demon's flak, everything began to diminish apart, including the Chrysler construction. As if cut by a giant laser, the entire top-third of the construction slid cleanly off the diagonal cut crisscross, with Baltoh rightfield in its path.

Sensing the perfect opportunity, Michael quickly cast a spell."backer Art : Crusading Canter !"

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

"Demon Art : darkness heart rate !"Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of concentrate shadow energy.

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

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

Balling his hands into fists, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic roar that was tacky than a jet engine. Carried by his spokesperson, an expanding bubble of Edward White and Joseph Black index rushed from every in of his consistency, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a nuclear explosion. Both good time splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock, while the Chrysler building was instantly vaporized upon contact with the Earth's surface, as well as every construction in the surrounding area.

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

The holy person manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their articulatio genus trying to hold the detonation contained and unnoticed to the out of doors humanity, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the entire city of New York with unparalleled strength, shattering yard of windowpane, knocking the great unwashed off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping world power line of products to shreds, setting off every car alert, and causing buildings throughout the city to excite violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the clouds above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the standard pressure. Already, the one C of holy man that had arrived to the city, as well as hundreds more arriving from paradise at that very second, were using their powers to recreate the area as it had been before the fight, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman hurrying, they put back all of the evacuated multitude in the exact same positions that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any store of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a familiar gumption of apprehensiveness shot through his judgement like an electrical current. He looked to the due east, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the power of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.

"But my charge is not consummate,"he cursed before spreading his wings and flying east towards the root of the menacing presence.



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

He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the fire of nether region sunburn without curtailment."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the Earth of the living. This Horror obelisk shall beckon the end of the world."

From the trucking rig permeable portal to hell, a wickedness object rose up in the street like the hand of a zombie bursting up from the grassy filth of its tomb. The object was a tugboat, ten foot in diameter and forty feet in height, made of chalky obsidian and covered in blood-red symbolisation. The base of the tower was adorned with carvings of man skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style woven layer of different bones and limb. Near the top, a prominent snarling Gargoyle face was carved in each side, all with the exact same expression. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one point, above the very center of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting auditory sensation began to emanate from the dagger, with multiple deeply voices murmuring curses in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet freshness and the chanting grew in intensity. Above the city, morose violent storm clouds formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the ink-black vapors. Throughout the metropolis, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colors and shapes and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the cosmos of the obelisk was sending ripples through realism itself. While the people of New House of York did not see the affects of this ill oppression, people throughout the city began to finger sick to their belly and lightheaded, as the sorry malevolence of the artifact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.

"Even if Baltoh destroys this obelisk, it does not matter, the fact that it can exist in this creation is all that I need. Soon our plans will issue forth to realisation, and the end of solar day will be at hand,"he said with a black gag before becoming intangible and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hands balled into fist so tightly that blood trickled from his cut palm tree. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of dagger was nearly overpowering to his Demon side, making it unmanageable to repress his violent urge. He despised these artifacts for their unnaturally powerful influence, not to remark he found their reasonless evil highly disturbing.

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

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

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

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

"Sorry, I didn't want to get in your way again. It took everything I had to wait until you were done fighting before I finally came to retrieve 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 phonation weak and her center closed.

organism so close to the dagger was taking a sonorous cost on her body, so much so that she could barely last out on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rare smiles."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the care,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his arms. After brushing aside a whorl of her hairsbreadth, he held his claw hand over her face."Angel Art : Laying On Of hired hand. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid light were running through her veins, Selene's dead body began to shine as the first spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the second tour wrapped her in a thin layer of holy Department of Energy, protecting her from any further affects. genus Selene's eyes opened and she took a deep shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"Selene asked as she rubbed the side of meat of her question, trying to remove the last hint of grogginess.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her veneration, Selene followed him."ogre will occasionally use these in struggle, as it provides a considerable intensity cost increase, not to mention it energizes the vicious intent of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the strength of an army of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or strengthen the mordant hearts of the truly evil human residents of Hell to help them unite together to take form a Demon-level fauna without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the homo populace, but just being here could drive the people of this urban center so gaga with rage and malice that they could rip New York apart like a gang of rabid wolves."

All her life sentence, Selene had craved challenges, craved the tactual sensation of fear at trying something new and exciting ; bungee cord jumping, sky-diving, mess climbing, that sort of affair. But being so close to this cursed pillar, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her groundless imagery, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt like at any 2nd, something horrendous was about to bump, or that the obelisk was alive and staring straight at her, like a serial killer before he makes his motility. This crippling sense of apprehension and terror sent shivers up her spine and made her tone like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's deal, 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 helping hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just breaks. Even if I slenderize it to dot, it will still have heavily blackball affects, just like radioactive waste. I can blast it with gross holy energy and try to obliterate it, but there will always be clay. No, there is a simpler and easily way…"

Snapping his fingerbreadth, Baltoh opened up a portal to underworld 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 fingers, he closed his fingers, sealing the cursed artifact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, Angels and Archangels have the ability to put down and forget the three realms at any time, even Hell."

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

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

"well maybe it was just drill. Is there anything else they can mobilize ?"

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

He was cut off as a immediate glint of light caught the quoin of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the Demon's target, Baltoh gave a furious boom and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed buns before it could strike Selene. Growling like an fauna, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the blast that ended the battle. Almost every inch of outer physical body had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterize veins, not to mention that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare set on this woman ? ! You will repent for your daemon sins, and you will suffer the most painful demise that your wretched kind can experience ! holy person Art : Final Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to sever his own tail so that he could run, but before the act could be performed, a magnanimous White River crucifix explosion out of the ground behind him, measuring twenty ft in height and eight human foot wide at the crosspiece. Rimmon released a roar of terror as whips with pieces of jagged metal braided into the chain wrapped around his arm and body and slammed him against the crisscross, tearing through countless musculus in his skinless body. Unable to move, Rimmon could do little more than ululation as a three prominent nails materialized, the low gear two driving through his ribbon and the third piercing his mortise joint and securing them to the side of the main beam. The final restraint came in the form of a tip of prickle, which acted like a bond around the demon's head, tying him to the upright beam of the cross with blood running down his side. At least, a gig blade appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's chest, piercing his black heart.

"holy man Art : Holy Burn !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

In roaring flashbulb, a bonfire of golden flames flared up at the base of the cross, reaching up and curling around the distress daemon. Already bleeding to decease with a tear nerve and no peel to cover his lacerated muscles, Rimmon gave one last howl of torture as the holy hellhole ate away at his body, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In to a lesser extent than half a minute, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the excruciation setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his body like descent from a fatal accidental injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much more serene 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 genus Selene placed her flaccid bridge player on his brass. The gentle tactual sensation and attender maintenance that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her script calmed his body and removed the in conclusion ghost of strain from battle. But while this sweet touch sent wafture of walking on air through his body, Baltoh felt a pool of awe and jitteriness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The night was an unusually noisy one from sirens blaring in the background as cops sped throughout the urban center to answer vandalism and ravishment phone call. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming more and more disorderly and the people were becoming more utmost with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, column of hummer were wafting from two burning buildings. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some crazed pro-lifers, and the other was a community pith where an anti-Obama rightist mass meeting was being held, before some young democrats through in some pyrotechnic and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a wickedness street, devoid of visible light or people. On the ground nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his hand, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the pain to clear his judgement of his confusing mentation and tactile sensation for genus Selene and stay focused on the missionary post at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my life have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolve to agitate and hit evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her gag my will and leaves me ineffectual to press at my ground ? I should take been able to kill Abaddon and that former fiend with a snap of my fingers, Michael should have been nix more than an annoying fly, and even with their superpower hidden, tracking down my prey should have only taken one or two or three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. at near. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every thought of her extinguish the flames in my mortal ?'

He held out his hand, letting the blood trickle from the wound in his medallion and drip mold on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his hand, the view of Selene continued to swirl through his creative thinker, leaving him just as confounded as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a strange wiz zipped through his mind. It wasn't an spate in devil energy or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could feel something through the feather he had given her. It was meant to evidence him if she was in risk so that he could find her and facilitate her, but in all honesty, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his plumage that way. But he was sensing something now, grievous physical activity and a cascade of persuasion running through her mind. If she had been attacked again, then the strain on her body and mind would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to pour down her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

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

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"

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



Baltoh landed on genus Selene's fervency safety valve and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any human being, he stepped into her bedroom without the slightest forcible affray. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the roue rush from his physical structure and pond in his cock.

prevarication in her bed was Selene, completely naked and far from being asleep. Her right had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her pussy while she was using her leftfield hired hand to thrust and massage her chest, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the rest next to her and she was brushing her face against the feather sown on the front like a cat against a furniture corner. With each suggestion of the moist lips that she made with her finger's breadth, genus Selene would give a easygoing coo of rousing and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the aspect being forever printed in his computer storage. Watching Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the feather against her face left Baltoh more confused and aroused than ever before in his sprightliness. Just the foremost five seconds of looking at her had given him an erection that would put a human to shame.

genus Selene's soft coos turned into a gentle moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her pussy to full insertion of her fingers. Moving her finger in and out of her snatch, Selene writhed and stretched with her whole trunk trembling in rousing. With her left manus, she began squeezing her breasts more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already raise from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her digit faster and with more energy, sending ripple through her fountainhead toned frame as she fucked herself with slap-up speeding. Her moans quickly began to increase in stridency and bulk and she even moved her left mitt from her soft titty to the bound of the bed, holding on for dear living. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic mirthfulness as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic succus. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her ebony body. Baltoh's breathing was heavy as he watched her finally become calm air and relaxed, while his rock-hard cock remained unattackable than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to lessen asleep, Selene did something that made the cross's jaw drop. With a tired smile on her face, she removed her finger from wet pussy and held them over her face. Reaching up with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around her digit, sucking away the oils from her body. Baltoh could not stop a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum seepage from the head of his cock.

While Selene licked her finger's breadth clean of her succulent succus, she reached into her bedside table and pulled out a red dildo, almost the size of a cucumber, but not as prominent as Baltoh's throbbing hard-on. Rolling over onto her tummy, she got on her hands and knees and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the back talk of her slit with the dildo.

observance Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his turncock. Due to him being originally born as a fiend ( a primal creature driven by animalistic instinct along with the malevolence of the past life history that made it ), he was quite busty but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a demon, due to his garden angelica trunk. Being heedful not to knick himself with his nipper, he began stroking his erect penis and rubbing away the melodic phrase that had built up in his body. It was a good matter that he was indiscernible to mortals, as every apparent movement of his mitt made him grunt in relief.

‘ Damn that feels commodity ; it's no wonder why mankind do it.'

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

"seed on baby, have sex me knockout,"genus Selene murmured to herself as she picked up focal ratio, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed vigor.

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

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her mouth, sucking on it with savor as she savored the taste of her own essence. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved several pillows, as well as a silk scarf from her bedside table. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the middle of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the battlefront of the spate, while tying both final stage of the scarf joint to the slope of the headboard tightly, so that the stack of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come free.

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

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

observation Selene's bountiful breasts swing and bounce each fourth dimension she forced the toy into her swollen pussy, Baltoh could feel an orgasm welling in his cock, the first in his biography. Picking up speed, he stroked his hammer as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

Finally, genus Selene gave a loud groan as she had her final sexual climax of the night and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after watercourse of semen sprayed from the brain of his stopcock and soaked the foot of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the makeshift apparatus and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside table and the extra pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's succor, she didn't touch any of the ejaculate that had landed on the foot of her bed, and just lied down underneath the binding and closed her eyes.

Dizzy from his kickoff ejaculation, Baltoh leaned back with his head in his handwriting. She had done all that for him, that erotic presentation had all been to the sentiment of him, and he had basically mirrored it to the intellection of her.

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija board dining table in the bell tower of the Riverside Church, made from the skin from a cleaning woman's back with the issue and letter of the alphabet written in roue, and the phonograph recording for communicating had been carved from the cranium of her unborn child. Both had been a very delicious bite. The Demon held his hand over the spiritualist and ignominious lightning began to stream from his palm.

"Almighty Tenebrous, I bring updates on our foreign mission. Rimmon proved uneffective against Baltoh and my forcefulness is no better. The mental test summon was a winner, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not keep to the future stagecoach with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and drink down me before any activity can be completed. I seek new orders."

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

"Initiate Gargoyle spawning enterprise and use them as decoys while Thomas More Demons are summoned. We can only spread up one more than doorway before you are cut off permanently, make it calculate,"the saucer spelled out.

"Another thing, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human cleaning woman, as he has been seen making frequent stops to the abode of one genus Selene Kurland. His power are unfocussed and he appears distracted. Do you have any orders or suggestions ?"

Again the phonograph record began to move."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him unconnected, so killing her would do nothing but sharpen his mind back on you, not to mention it would trigger his rage."

"Yes My Jehovah, and I already know how to produce some Gargoyle reinforcements…"



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the fire escape of an office building. As common, his thinker was completely focused on Selene, but this time, the sentiment and emotions he was feeling were at their strong. Every time he blinked, the entire fit of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his feathering pressed against flashed before his heart. He already had a throb erection as he thought back to it, and in the deep confines of his creative thinker, he felt threatening regret for not revealing himself that Nox, for not being open about his bearing while he watched genus Selene, and letting the events of the Night roster on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two choices : he could either confront genus Selene and his puzzling feelings, or he could stay away from her, finish the foreign mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this discombobulation to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him sick with jitteriness, he knew that there was no way he could just go forth her, not physically or emotionally. He had to figure this out, or it would haunt him for the respite of eternity.

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



genus Selene and molly were sitting out in the sun at mesa in nominal head of a cafe restaurant. Both were drinking iced burnt umber, and while mollie was having a plain salad, genus Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the low metre. They often came here for dejeuner, and the conversation they were having was of the usual field, but it suddenly took a round that shook Selene with surprise.

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

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

"All the fourth dimension. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing passion letters that I never ring armour and now just put refreshing stamp 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 difficult that she could barely breathe.

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

genus Selene hesitated before answering, knowing that this could be grave. She would never betray Baltoh's cartel in her and shed his enigma, but there was just something about him that she had to enjoin someone.

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

"fountainhead he… he's sort of… How can I explain this ? He has a very pin down excited chain of mountains but I think he's starting to grow and warm up, and he's incredibly intelligent,"Selene described, trying to summarize her intellect of the hybrid.

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

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

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

"Then why did you convey him up if you weren't going to answer all of my questions ? ! Do you have any idea how despairing I am to find out now ? !"

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

Before Molly could give her advice, a Greek chorus of yell coming from the adjacent street cut her off. Everyone on the sidewalk turned in the commission of the sound, which had slowly been growing over time but was now unimaginable to brush aside, especially with the police sirens blaring.

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

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

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

Cutting through an skittle alley, the two women crossed over to the future street, where a full-on fight between the constabulary and a horde of Occupy protestors was being waged. snag gas filled the air and zip could be heard but the endless shouts of frenzy and the strait of protest mark striking riot shields. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every objection group were robbing the building along the street as well as just in the arena, using the excitement as a cover for their crimes. Every irregular that passed brought more thigh-slapper cops and even more protestors.

With limpid howler shields and black Kevlar suits, the officers were more than safe against the protestors ; but it was the identification number that were forming a problem. The line of cop was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one direction. Those at the front of the swarm beat their signs and clenched fist against the officers'buckler, desperately trying to break through and last as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the pain of being maced and the wound inflicted by the officer's night club. With bleeding faces and interrupt fingers, those that were unable to fight any farsighted tried to tweet 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 ground where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few hour, a cop behind the roadblock would lunge a teargas canister into the gang, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

genus Selene and Molly stood in the alley, neither one brave enough to jump out into the fray and get the hoot beaten out of them. This was a matured riot, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would start flying. Pondering what to do, the cleaning lady were shocked as a young man, barely 19, was thrown from the mob of protestors and into the bowling alley with a bleeding head wound.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with concern, crouching down beside him with tissues from her pocketbook and helping wipe the blood off his unshaven nerve. The man did not respond, 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 realize his pharynx and regain his mental bearing."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal protest. The fat fuck pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the altogether thing into these teenagers'faces ! One girl was scream… screech in hurting, and when her young man jumped up to perforate the cop, he got tased for almost half a minute, and that illegitimate laughed while he did it.

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

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

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, inaudible and invisible to human being center, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his mouth. He wished he had been given orders to assail her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic shtup, not to observe a delightful meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fantasies would have to suffice, until he could try her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the carapace of the thigh-slapper police like Persian against Greeks, he breathed in the split gas like it was the olfactory property of a mellifluous heyday and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the bacchanal, and the termination were wagerer than he dared dream.

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

Taking a deep breath, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size and book, saturating it with his malevolent Energy Department, while making for certain that Baltoh would not be able to sense the bodily function. Once the air in his lungs was evil enough, he exhaled, releasing a bootleg cloud into the legion of citizenry, with them completely incognizant and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the melanize fumes rolled wildly above the bunch, shaken not by front in the air, but by the choler and rage that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"daimon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the spell would turn quickly enough.



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

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



There were well over two century people now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and pain to engender 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 muscularity billowing like locoweed from a tire fire, the mordant mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into single out cloud and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable flesh could be seen taking form and growing, like the growing of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human infants, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fangs, claws, and backstage began to grow. Standing in the alley, Selene felt a very cold tingle crawl up her vertebral column, as if someone was breathing on the vertebral column of her neck while touching her bare skin with an ice cube. She wrapped arms around her tum, suddenly nauseous and filled with dread. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was sinewy, and it was close.

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

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



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

Stretching his ass like a wanderer creating a melodic line of silk, Abaddon reached out with the barbed tendril and wrapped it around each puny Gargoyle. With his eyes locked on the fiend and his instauration, Baltoh shot down like an eagle towards a fish just below the surface of a river.

"Demon Art : shade off play !"Abaddon desperately called, having LE than a second before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could be him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The queer hybrid only had sufficiency metre to deliver a body-splitting kick to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle blood in all centering. In the clip it took for Baltoh to substantiate that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the kick, and try to figure out the counseling in which the daemon was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to reach the boundary of the city and had ended the spell to keep his power hidden.

With his unanimous body quivering, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic roar like that of Leo, howling in thwarting. That beastly Call was so great in book that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a single living tool could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to set on Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining reinforcing stimulus and got away with it was the source of his craze. He was used to demon running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their liveliness once the vast difference in strength became patent. In Hell, well over half of every Demon engagement resulted in his prey managing to bunk, but this clock time was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his familiar roamed free in the homo world, life story were being lost.

"damn it ! Every meter I almost have him, and every sentence he escapes before I dig my pincer into his heart ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL FIND YOU ABADDON ! I'LL breakthrough YOU !"he thundered, causing his Energy to flood outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its chilling armored combat vehicle.

All the people below him were knocked off their animal foot by the hurricane winds that the upsurge of power was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with tempest swarm. Clinging to the side of the building next to her, genus Selene tried to fight the unstoppable winds pummeling everyone in the street.

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

"Enough of this madness ! You are causing just as lots 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 view.

Baltoh looked up at the intruder and released an animalistic maze, barring his fangs. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his brand and delivered an uppercut slash as Michael brought his public executioner's cleave. The two brand clashed with a rainbow of sparkle, but with repose, Baltoh's brand cut through Michael's like a table saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the chest, inflicting a injury that would be fatal to any man, and launching the Archangel like a golf ball with descent pouring from his mouth.

With Michael incapacitated and no other disruption, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his energy was causing to stop. Below him, multitude were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, snap gassed, peppered with broken ice from Baltoh's bellow, and knocked off their feet by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the bacchanalia pig were retreating after what had just happened.

Picking up a intimate scent on the air, Baltoh turned and gazed down at Selene in the back street. The beautiful woman was looking around desperately, straining her eyes to try and feel Baltoh. He had to address with her, but later, when they would have privacy and time.



Abaddon stood over a litter of daimon, all grouped together and feasting on a pile of new slain corps in the living room of a house on the outskirts of the urban center. All the furniture had been smashed to bit, the windowpane covered, and the doors locked, giving the wildcat the purdah they needed while they grew and matured. With each bite they took, their sinew grew in size of it and strong suit, and their flagitious nervus facialis characteristics became sharper and more distinguishable.

"That's properly my tyke, provender, provender and become firm. I need you to be as mighty as possible if you are to act as the sufferer for the end of days."

He then turned around to front a beautiful nineteen-year-old young lady with hanker blonde hair. She was in the niche, sobbing in holy terror as she watched the brute feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy chair in genus Selene's apartment with his fingerbreadth tented, waiting in the dark for Selene to get plate. While his soundbox was still, his judgment was buzzing as he tried to pick the quarrel he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life history had he been so confused and so nervous, and all at the thought and comportment 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 pelage and dropped her purse on the nearby kitchen tabulator. With a inscrutable sigh, she leaned against the island table with her headspring in her hands, breathing deeply.

"Selene…"

The calling of her name spun Selene around with wide center and she stared at Baltoh, trying to catch her breath at the sight of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

The crossbreed got up and retracted his wings into his consistency as he walked over to her."Is now a bad clock time ? I need to talk to you but I won't do it if you're worried about something else, I don't want to press you down with my proceeds,"he mumbled as he stood next to her, leaning against the island mesa. She almost seemed taken back by the question.

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

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

"genus Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into cosmos as a daimon that was born from the rage and pain in the ass of heroes that suffered for aeon in the pits, and I have lived my stallion liveliness for the single purpose 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 choler melt away and I lose the will to push for anything other than you."

genus Selene gasped at his run-in and tried to cerebrate up a response.

"Not in my full creation have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt, and I can not reckon, because you occupy every persuasion that enters my thinker. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to hold on my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever discharge my mission and perhaps ever come up solacement, I need to solve this disarray once and for all, and I need the answer to this motion ; even if I can not properly discover how I feel about you, do you feel the same way about me ?"

genus Selene licked her backtalk first with a look of precariousness, then with a small smile.

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

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

With her smile small but tender, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't know how to excuse it either. I've known you for only a workweek and I've spoken to you only a few times, but my heart and my eubstance ache for you. I haven't developed feelings like this for somebody this quickly since I was a slight missy, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two half of a Swiss ticker, so many specific gear wheel and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own pieces and no one else's. True individualism is inconceivable in this world, but I know with my heart and individual that you are the sole one who can possibly complete me."

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

"I've always searched for the amazing and the concern things in the world, and you are practically cleric in your singularity. Being with you is like looking into the very heart of the universe. My flavour for you are only equaled by my lust, as I know that you can live up to every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to know the enigma that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

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

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their mouth together, kissing for several seconds. As the embracing continued, Selene slipped her tongue between Baltoh's limps, nearly making him jerk in surprisal but also hum in joy at the softness and taste of her tongue in his back talk. Deciding to mirror her action, he sent his own glossa into Selene's mouth, shocking her and making her end the kiss, leaving his long forked glossa hanging in the air like a Hydra in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the body voice left over from his Demon birthing.

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

After almost a minute of their mouth joining like two wave and separating, the candy kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hired hand and led him into her dark bedroom. interior, the merely germ of illumination was Baltoh's burning halo, casting dancing shadows upon every surface. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the numerous scars that pocked his muscles and the two horns shroud beneath his hood. Pulling off his pants, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard member with a mix of veneration and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would hurt and if this was one challenge that would beat out her. With his buttocks flicking like that of a cat on the Holman Hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their rim locked, he reached up to unwrap the push button of her white blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his hand up, cutting through the button threads on her blouse with the claw on his index finger, exposing her house breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. Selene grasped the piece of intimate apparel before Baltoh could postulate a pincer to it, letting her teat leap free like airbags.

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

Selene laid her capitulum back and purred in intimate excitement as she felt Baltoh squeeze and massage the melon-sized mounds of pulp, physically inspecting every centimeter of soft skin, while of course being deliberate not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

"Oh yes sister, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked tongue shadow her areola and his lips wrap around her raise nipple.

He moved back and forth between her handsome breast, wrapping his recollective spit around them like a boa constrictor, licking every patch of exhibit skin. Sucking on her nipples like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the sensible nerve termination to the distributor point that Selene was nearly chewing off her lower lip in jubilation.

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

Remembering back to his human past aliveness in terms of the move of familiarity, Baltoh decided to proceed on. Lowering his drumhead, he dragged his forked tongue down her flavourless belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming succeeding and absolutely desperate for it, Selene stopped him to take her skirt and moist G-string. With her knees on his shoulder, Baltoh held his head just above the soft wet rim of her pussy, which carried the faint scent of the soap from her hold out cascade.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his tongue, giving a fast lick that nearly made Selene tug. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long lingua in between the brim like an convenience cord into a wall socket, sampling the odoriferous slightly-fruity taste of her juicy inside. He pressed his rim against the gate of paradise, slurping on Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a knockout and could only use his mouth to escape.

Selene could not carry her groan as she felt Baltoh get the bent of orally pleasuring her, making her entire bring down body shake from the seventh heaven. Her calls doubled in intensity as he fully inserted his lingua into her snatch, licking her uttermost depths of her subdued interior and mixing his saliva with her juices. genus Selene basically had to bite down on her pillow to keep from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet lingua quivered and probed ripe than any vibrator and his back talk massaged and tickled the chess opening. She had her hand on the back of his chief, pushing his look deeper into her sweet pussy and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable taste and slurped up her juice like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last drop out of his water bottle.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an upsurge in the amount and discernment of the juice that flooded her slit hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the taste of her orgasm. The climax lasted for almost half a instant, finishing with Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing heavy and her eyes rolling around as if she was delirious.

"Best orgasm 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 burst me in one-half,"she teased, kissing him back.

Baltoh did not respond, only smiled and gave the warm exhale of a laugh. Using his clawed paw very carefully, he grasped the dig of his shaft and slowly guided it to her gates of paradise, pressing the head against the moist, soft brim. Wrapping his tail around the bed in tense anticipation, Baltoh slowly pushed his upright cock into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his back and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his tooth at the unbelievable closeness of her kitty, but after more than two mo for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a tight parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his backstage had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breathing place, as she could have sworn the top dog of Baltoh's cock was prodding the bottom of the inning of her heart.

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

"No… it's ok. I've just never had anyone that big, and it will take a bit of time to get used to it. But remember when I said that I knew that you would be able-bodied to satisfy my every penury ? 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 mass removal. Leaving only the head inside, he gave her a minute to brace herself for the succeeding interpolation. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet snatch, using her juices as lubricator. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretch of her pussy and the blissful and literal error hotshot of sexual woof. Having buried his prick all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a endangerment, he pushed his dick into her swollen cunt in a 1 stroke, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the deep penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really move. Taking the correct position 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 move at a fair speed, Baltoh let his body continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the dissimilar feelings that his cock was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable softness of each protrusion, ridge, and fold in her kitty-cat. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any pain and was now moaning like an opera Isaac Bashevis Singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her finger into his back.

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

Changing status, he sat up on his heels and grabbed genus Selene's thighs, using them to pay heed onto her as he doubled his speed. With each powerful drive into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her tits saltation and coil wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in ecstasy, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportions was rocking the building, and her moans of euphoria were replaced with a deep gasping telephone call as the pass of his shaft slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

rear him, Baltoh's flank were stretching and waving like flags and his tail was writhing like a decapitate snake on the story, almost to orient that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking tail and gaming with it.

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

She didn't need to finish speechmaking, as the subconscious movement of her hands to her chest told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The yearner that he was working, the More he could experience his Demon side being energized. Specifically, it was his Demon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her hands and crossed them against the headboard above her read/write head, pinning her there with his font just in from hers, all the while continuing to fuck her like a automobile. Selene suddenly gained a very sharp-set and excited look on her face as she felt the alteration in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant side taking control and gaining the desire to both fight it and submit to it. She raised her chief and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"seminal fluid on sister, I'm so close to cumming, sleep with me harder !"

"Yes my sexual love,"he said before giving one final stage chimneysweeper of her easygoing mouth with his tongue.

Moving his hand to her hips, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all fours, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his articulatio genus, he tightened his cargo hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically cold-blooded speeds, slamming her cunt so intemperate and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to stay up with her arms straight, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw tycoon that she was going to barf. She could accept 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 transport as he took her like a stallion.

posterior her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripples passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic applause auditory sensation of her perfectly-sculpted ass and house thighs slapping against his legs and the floor of his cock. The noise was so deep and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly know what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her bout ass spring and rippling while basically skewered on his dick, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside vista and gaze upon her breast, which were swinging like the round punching base that boxers practiced on.

genus Selene was so close to having an climax that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito bite, and Baltoh as well could find the ultimate culmination welling inside him. Finally, the two fan each experienced bone-shaking vibrations pulsing through their bodies as their sexual climax overcame them. Selene released a jubilate shrieking that could shatter glass as her kitty became flooded with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like roaring as he shot jet after jet of semen into Selene, filling her up to the point that streams of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a gap semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the same state. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for calendar month without suspension, having sex for just an time of day had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside genus Selene, desperately trying to capture his breathing time. Holding her close, he wrapped his arm and wings around her while kissing her neck.

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

"Being that was my first gear metre, I can in all satin flower say the Sami,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very scent of her hair 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 single buss.

There lips slowly parted and they closed their eyes, wrapped in Baltoh's extension like a cover. petty did they earn, that alfresco, New York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his deep quietus by a affectionate wet feeling around his cock. With a yawning and a tired hum, he opened his oculus and looked down, smiling as he watched genus Selene's beautiful capitulum bob up and down. She had a coy feel in her oculus as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a sap stretch and his smile grew wider as her soft tongue slathered the shaft of light with her lips wrapped securely around the top dog. She then released the forefront and spat on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a to the full erection with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a lock of her hair, careful not to scratch her side with his keen hook. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her sonant mouth, pressing the tip of her tongue into the scratch on the head while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another wear out groan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her delicate mouth with the head going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for respective second, Selene took his peter out of her mouthpiece and began stroking it furiously against her handsome knocker. The soft skin felt absolutely unbelievable against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

"Cum for me, child, cum hard,"she purred, spitting again on the forefront and using it as lubricator as she stroked him.

Granting her wish, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a chummy ropey flow of semen across her breasts. With a coy smile, she smeared his cock against her breast like a soapy sponger, coating her breasts in his cum. Holding the giant fleshy urine balloons, she leaned down and licked off the come, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing nipple with relish.

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

"Good sunrise,"he said, wrapping his limb around her.

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

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

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

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

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

At her Logos, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could sense something was amiss, something that he had been ineffectual to detect before, but was now as sack as it was pungent, like the flavor of a rotting carcass in an enclosed space. He could smell out zip in the air, both Archangel and Demon and vast total of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the roof of Selene's apartment building while she sat in her living elbow room, watching the news for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking respective deep breathing space, sampling the Brobdingnagian cascade of illumine and dreary energy in the air. As far as he could order, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any house of battle or destruction, but the thick energy that sat in his lungs like dope said otherwise.

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

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

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

"There was a battle last Night, a big one. Whenever boastfully issue people go missing at once, it means that the forces of Heaven and snake pit faced each former and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any put down buildings or crater in the city from last night, which means that the backer have been hard at work, repairing the terms and erasing memories so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not fix is the death price. Last night, hundred of the great unwashed were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the battle, they are being reported as missing.

I should deliver sensed it ; I should throw 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 warmth. With her eyes filled with sadness, genus Selene took her bridge player off Baltoh's berm and stepped back, praying that he wasn't blaming her for what happened.

"Baltoh !"an angry vocalism announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an Angelica Archangelica descended from the sky, landing beside him with the Libra the Balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the like ovalbumin eagle annex, but his facial feature were much divergence. While his hair was blond and cut short, he had several piercings through his pointed ears, his eyebrow, one through his lower lip, and three through the bridge of his nose. The archangel and Selene paid no attention to each former, as he was completely inconspicuous and inaudible to her.

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

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

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

He and Gabriel were in no way allies, but neither were they enemy, only in that they didn't try to toss off each former. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive force in the cosmos, one that he refused to work with or side with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest matter he had to a friend, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little more than argue.

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from Inferno to hunt these bastards down, and just when we finally take your supporter for the first time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other archangel want you utter, 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 Torah you've broken ? ! I shouldn't even be letting her see me but you've made that pointless now !"

"The police of your superior mean nothing to me. I do what I want and the forces of nirvana had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be happy that I at least prevent myself secret when I show up here. She is of no business organisation to you, so you better not say another word about her. I was meddling last nighttime, so tell me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the truth became apparent."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupid or this selfish. A physical relationship with a man womanhood ? ! You always make trouble when you come to dry land, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any theme what sort of abhorrence would be spawned if you were to impregnate her ? !"

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

"I warned you not to say another Book 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 end night ?"he ordered, taking the invisible weight unit off Gabriel.

The Archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon power and feasting on ingenuous hoi polloi. They were far stronger than backer and they were fast, causing Brobdingnagian sum of money of devastation to the metropolis while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their purpose ? Abaddon has already set the people of this city against each other, such a large-minded plan of attack would only create veneration and mix everyone."

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



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his humble squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their innate size. Having spent the last few 60 minutes eating and torturing springy humans, they had feasted upon More than enough torment and fear to land them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their judgment still remained barely developed enough to talk and follow orders, meaning that they were not twist around enough to influence their energy into Demon Art, but they could unleash their power in raw unfocussed explosions, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your mission is simple ; buy me enough clock time to muster more ogre from Inferno. To do this, I need you to release as much power as potential so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. Reign terror, slaughter everyone, destroy to your heart's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just go on moving and keep the Angels off my backside. Go !"

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



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

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

"Neither did I. The earthly concern is constantly moving forward, while it seems like heaven and Hades are always frozen in time."

The two friends paid no attention to the one-third archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the Sami white uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a Native American, his brown tomentum hung down past his shoulder joint, and on his face were legion tattoos ; a duo of wings on his impertinence and a interbreeding on his forehead that stretched down the bridge circuit of his nose just to name a few.

"Everything is quiet to the Second Earl of Guilford, all Angels are reporting secretiveness,"he said.

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

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

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

A building in the distance suddenly exploded in a geyser of lightlessness flames, throwing debris is all management and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the Angelica Archangelica could even move in response, several more construction were destroyed in other areas, quickly turning into domino lines of devastation. Down in the streets, multitude were panicking as they heard the explosions and saw the grass revolt, even in the dark nighttime. Was it a terrorist approach ? A huge riot ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripples of fear throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory barrier around the city ! Raphael, send for forth the Angels to start evacuations ! I'll go investigate !"Michael instructed as he spread his wings and brought forth his steel from nonexistence.

As Michael took off towards the nearest explosion, Gabriel and Raphael both cast a trance, with the former raising his hand and the latter pressing his hands down on the ground.

"Angel Falls Art : attenuation ambition Realm !"Gabriel called.

From his palms, an inconspicuous beam of visible light up into the sky, eventually stopping high above the city and spreading outwards into a vast dome, encompassing all of New York. From this point, all humans that resided in its place would bury anything that happened within the roadblock. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being confidant with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the spell, due to her propinquity to the supernatural figure.

"Angel Art : ideal Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A ripple of illumination pulsed from his hands, making every Angel in the country able to hear him."All Angels report ! get the voiding of humans within the risk zone ! I'm calling for reinforcements !"



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

Moving as slow as a slug, a repugnance Obelisk slowly began to turn out from the ground. Having practiced with that start Obelisk, Abaddon was now familiar with the energy use required to add forth non-sentient objects into the human existence from Hades, though it was still like pulling dentition and incredibly slow. The dagger was the quarter of a group scattered across the city, just as a lilliputian power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new top executive, they would be secure enough to even hold their own against Archangels.

Once the Obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guards took escape, heading due east towards the bound of the city. Like all Demons and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guards were unable to rove too far from their surface area of bloodline where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their occult jetlag was only diminish, meaning that they could move at far greater distances. The farther they could get from the forces of Shangri-la, the skilful their prospect were of being unnoticed. Moving with sinful speed, they flew to the absolute demarcation line of their roaming compass.

Believing that he was standing in the best potential daub to ensure his prophylactic, Abaddon smiled and cracked his finger. This was the real number test, summoning repugnance obelisk was one affair, but this was a whole other league. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the primer coat, having dredged up his power to its level best grade."daimon Art : conjury Necropolis summoning !"



Michael soared across New York urban center with his claymore in hired hand, zeroing in on the nearest line of plosion. The energy he could smell from the one causing the destruction was incredibly expectant, almost large adequate to be a daimon. In his substance, Michael prayed that it really was a devil, because if something as common as a Gargoyle could achieve this level of office, than the situation was far bad than he imagined.

The building succeeding to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a twisting maw of nigrify fire, granting him only enough time to become intangible asset before rubble rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without cover. Looking through the storm of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a toy dark heartbeat from between its jaws, the touch move of its kind.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving dissipated than a hummer, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to deliver an heartbeat killing. With occult reaction speed, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its chela, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black vortex of zip could be seen charging in the binding of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow down eruption was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the constringe beam with his hand.

darkness vigour streamed out from between Michael's digit as he pushed against the clap. Normally something like this would be child's playing period, but the Gargoyle's magnate levels were off the chart ! With a oceanic abyss battle cry, Michael forced the opprobrious back into the Gargoyle's backtalk, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon vine under the blow of a hammer from the force per unit area of it's own energy.

A loud yowl suddenly drew Michael's attention up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the lunar month. The soulless beast opened its jaws and raised its principal, charging a dark Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the vigor being condensed into the sphere of darkness in the beast's mouth, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

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

From his outstretched handwriting, several irons of rosary pearl were launched from underneath his watchstrap, as if coming out of his own flesh like a Demon weapon. The chains shot through the air like a batrachian's clapper and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with more superpower than piano telegram, restricting its social movement and ending the Dark Pulse before it could be launched.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the keep back Gargoyle and charging a gilded sphere of light just past his fingertip.

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

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could give up a countermove, leaving him helpless as a secondment Gargoyle slashed Raffaello Santi's wings and then severed the rosary restraint with shadow energy streaming from it's claw. The two injured angel fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of hired hand technique on the bloody hole in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural speed, shooting off across the city while suppressing their energy to disappear in the night.

"hoot it, they're fast, strong, and coordinated. They are definitely getting more muscular, and if we don't stop them soon, they might even surpass daimon layer,"Michael swore with blood trickling from his mouth.

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

"The holy person are reporting that near people in the chaos areas have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep moving and keep spreading destruction."

"We need to kill these bastards now, and we can't do it fast enough the way we are. As practically as it hurts our pridefulness, we need to power up."

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

Up above the Empire land construction, there was a promising flash of luminousness as a vast crucifix materialized out of thin air. The structure was ten feet in diameter and forty understructure in height, made of a single piece of rosewood and decorated with rosary beads. Dangling from the conclusion of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical beam was a Crown of spine. In the speed corners of the Cross, two large Angel wings of twinkle appeared without any forcible physical body, like holograms.

A pulse of light boomed from the hovering cross, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every angel gained a glaring aura of top executive, as well as the two Archangels speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the lines of mushroom-shaped cloud swarm as edifice after construction was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to story normally achievable only through the Crusading lope spell.

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

The three other Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most powerful Dark Pulses at Michael, shooting enough focused energy to mightiness the metropolis around them for a week.

"angel Art : Gates of Heaven !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning Forth River the ornate gateway of upstanding atomic number 79. The three attack joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal wave, but with his power enhanced by the crossing above the urban center, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

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

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

The dash rained down on the street, each carrying as much power as meteoroid and shaking the entire city upon encroachment with the ground. The surrounding buildings were thrown off their substructure and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the undercoat by the work stoppage of each person pointer. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed cadre phone towers fell down like turkey and managed to slam down on at least four of the Demons with machine-like truth. Each hybridization weighed about as very much as the Chrysler Building, and upon impingement, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the Windows in the buildings shattered, the buildings themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a pave road and Sir Thomas More like a dry riverbed. The Demons underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and pillars of rubble and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their dark heartbeat, trying to snap him out of the sky. Dodging the blasts with ease, Raffaello Sanzio cast the Crusading canter while and caught up to them quicker than they could even work on, ending their abominable liveliness with sword slashes that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the Angel Falls worked tirelessly to repair the damage and tend to the wounded. Hundreds of the great unwashed had been killed in the crossfire, 1000000 needed their computer storage wiped, and New York was practically in downfall. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and triumph was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a nighttime and booming laugh as his magical spell finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to sin, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The mental process had taken vast amounts of time and energy, but now, the end up foundation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a recessed ship filled with airbags, a boastfully building rose up from the hepatic portal vein with an forbidding comportment. The building was a duomo, but not like any duomo seen on globe. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with millions of symbolisation painted across the walls. Instead of depicting Angel Falls and ideal, the bleached windows on the side of meat showed cruel scenes from the quarry of Hell, giving a detailed picture of the different variety of torture being experienced by the prisoners. The doorway was guarded by two statues of demonic jackals and secured with six large chains, all with barbed links. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose windowpane, with each peg down petal-like pane showing a picture of a man stretched out with their figure peeled off and blood spurting from the muscular tissue underneath. Like normal cathedral, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the unconscious process of devouring or raping their human being victim. The bell tower of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of monster, all armed and posed like Zeus about to give a lightning deadbolt. The gong themselves were ribbed like human chests and gongs within were shaped like human skulls. At the very top of the tower, a statue of a jackal with bat wing and laughingstock horns crouched with the firing of hellhole burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to unfold, breaking the six range. Instead of a vista of the interior, doors opened up to reveal a hepatic portal vein to underworld. Normally, a conjuring Necropolis was used in Hell as a mean of a teleportation gimmick to bring forth an regular army of Gargoyles to whoever regorge the turn. While it could not serve as a fixture portal between the universes, with was being used in combining with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in nether region in edict to bring onward multiple daimon at once, but that was all they had the vitality for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten Demons, each with unlike facial lineament. The outset had two butt horns with one broken, the 2nd had a head of spiky haircloth but he had multiple humble French horn hanging down on his face and resembling a face fungus, the third base was bald and his trump were both broken, the quartern had his trump coming out of the niche of his mouth like boar ivory, the fifth had two long hooter that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the 6th had three conelike French horn on his brow, the one-seventh ( and only female ) had two hooked hooter hanging down over here center and farseeing disgraceful hair, matted with blood, the eighth had two stooge automobile horn like Abaddon but stood out with a large steel ring going through his down in the mouth jaw, the ninth had trumpet going around his headspring like a poll, and the tenth had two bull-like horns and his face was decorated with infinite intricate patterns carved into his pelt. Aside from their faces, all the demon essentially looked the like, down to the shackles on their radiocarpal joint and the armor-clad skirts. Naming them in order of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

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



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

"None. But one thing we are certainly of is that Abaddon was not among them, meaning that the tone-beginning was most probable a distraction while he proceeded with some ulterior motive."

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

"Another thing, after the battle, the people of New York began to go wild and psycho. We thought that maybe our pilot memory rub had failed and that they were still panicking from the devastation, but that possibility was crushed by the amount of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summons multiple Horror Obelisks across the city to work his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached Demon levels."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You two understand the Pentateuch of the universe far better than I do, I can't even begin to act like I understand Heaven and Hell like you two. But I did take theoretical physic and I was a big fancy lector when I was young. I know this sounds poor fish, but is it possible that they are trying to countermine the roadblock between Earth and Hell ?"

"As far as I know, such a thing has never happened. The roadblock have always been infrangible. But if there was such a way, they would ask an anchor, something they could use to tug on this existence and pull it airless to Hell for the barrier to weaken,"Gabriel answered, sighing in disbelief that he was discussing such matter with a mere human.

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been to a greater extent hatred in the world than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political empty talk that is as toxic as electric battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the constabulary because the rich CEOs and cloud bankers sent America into a recession, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decade that causes only miserableness, and every day, people are becoming softheaded and more extreme. What if that's the ground tackle you're talking about ? What if Earth, or America, or even this city, is generating so much hatred and blackball Department of Energy that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

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

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

"How many times have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the tenner of thousands, right ?"Selene asked with a very serious feeling. Baltoh lowered his hand and looked at her with all-embracing eyes.

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

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

"I can only theorize, 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 world as a ogre filled with hatred, then gained Archangel tycoon. Could it be that the tycoon of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New House of York, being drawn towards each other like magnets, and your ability to reach between proportion is basically jabbing holes in the barrier between them ?"

Baltoh's breathing was operose 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 pick ? Could this really all be because of me ?"

"If they are harnessing some sorting of Energy Department that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their admittance is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might have started only recently or were only aware of a fraction of your jumps. We can't be trusted how much of your Department of Energy they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would have summoned the entire forces of hell on earth, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to step down the barrier, I think they are trying to deplume a doorway through it, a permanent one that will join earth and Hades completely, and even drag this entire universe into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to typecast away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to sour as if naught was wrong while he and the violence of Heaven continued their search, but she was finding it basically out of the question to focus on monthly study when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the terra firma could very well come to an end. It was late in the morning, as she had originally planned on staying home plate and spending a romantic and relaxing day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the admittedly seriousness of the state of affairs. Normally, coming into work so late would risk sending her heterosexual person to the unemployment melody, but with how many multitude were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to cause as many people as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focus with the destiny of the earthly concern on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the lounge. coffee, coffee would fix everything.

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

With a grinning, genus Selene walked back a few steps to molly's carrell. The blond was chewing on the end of a pen with a coy grin on her face.

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

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

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

Alone in the breakage way, Molly turned to genus Selene with an rhapsodic smiling."Details girl ! I need contingent !"

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

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

"Like a stallion, and I really think an factual entire. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack stable with a award-winner horse on methamphetamine hydrochloride,"she groaned, fanning herself as store of the night brought Wave of hot arousal.

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

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

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

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

Both cleaning lady were suddenly knocked to the ground as earthquake-level microseism rocked the construction down to its foundations. Molly screamed in shock as the storage locker exploded and roof panels rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was still and already knew what was the lawsuit. Following the mind-jarring shaking, Baltoh came crashing through the paries and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

molly looked at them in complete and utter mental rejection."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking finale nighttime ? !"

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

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

"tinker's damn it, 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, ineffective to think properly as she looked at the four-winged figure.

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

genus Selene just winced, waiting for him to calm down. After several endorsement of rich external respiration, he finally became slow down."Well it's not like I did too a lot to blot out my universe, plus I can always pass over her memories."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a confident smile and chuckled.

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

Baltoh returned the kiss for a few s, then pulled away and ran through the pickle blasted through the building, rejoining the battle.

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

"Jeez, something must bear hit you on the head pretty damn firmly. Come on you little fornicatress, let's get out of here,"Selene laughed as she pulled her champion to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female ogre, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female garden angelica with a literally Angelic aspect and long vermilion hair. While her beauty would immediately drink down a lesser man, her ferocity in fight was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid teen, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to clip. The early five ogre were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

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

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

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

The loan-blend was completely still as they attacked, blocking all of their ten-strike with his buns and his four wings without even turning his head.

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

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their strong point, trying to at least lot line, all while the Demon Amen bellow them tried to free himself from Baltoh's behind, which was wrapped around him like a directly jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his fag end, instantly crushing the Demon in his grip as if his body were a banana tree and sending pedigree and bits of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his left Demon offstage, giving him a clear purview of the enemy to his low-toned left wing. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his sword at the fiend's face and cut a diagonal incision through his skull. The combat injury was actually cauterized by the stop number and detrition of the attack as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three Demons quickly retreated in fear and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped free weight bristling with jagged blades. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the onslaught with the spinal column of his handwriting as if it were little more than the dot of a laser pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the mountain range and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold machine, he stabbed Lilith through the chest with his pincer, sending his hand bursting out of her dorsum with her shattered spine and shredded ticker in his traveling bag and origin spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited lineage, he chopped her point off.

Baltoh tossed the slain Demon aside and was instantly set on by Mantus, wielding a heavyweight battleaxe as large as a man. The bladed colossus was swung with terrifying strength, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his blade as if he were killed a moth with a swatter. In a runny motion, he spun around and kicked Mantus, knocking him out of the sky and sending him crashing down into the street.

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

Rising up from a portal to Hades, a house-sized black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantation and ablaze with the flames from the dark abyss. The skull opened its oral fissure and outstretched its black forked tongue, secured on which was a medieval rack, coated in blood with bond in the corners. The hamper were secured to the wrack with bladed chains and the interiors were lined with barbed nails.

Like the spit of frogs, the shackles reached out from the corners of the rack and grabbed Mantus'branch, making him howl in nuisance as the ace dug into his physical body and sent blood flowing freely. The shackle yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody rack and holding him in billet. Ghostly hands reached out from around the rack, holding the ends of barbed telegram that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The hands moved back and Forth, covering him in bed upon bed of barbed wires and even threading them through his flesh like a sowing simple machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten against him, and the shackles began to rend back into the box, tugging on his arm. Mantus gave one concluding scream of excruciating pain sensation before the hamper ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his body like the brand of a meat hoagie, spraying blood, broken bones, and liquefied flesh sprayed in all way like lava from an erupting volcano.

The interior of the nigrify skulls mouth was suddenly filled with contract flaming and the natural language was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

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

All of the Demons turned to flee, but before Pan could follow his own countersign, Baltoh aimed his hand at him."Demon Art : Claw Bullets !"

Firing from the bakshis of his fingerbreadth like slugs from five machine gun gun turret, Baltoh's nipper shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundreds of sharp slug washed over Pan, filling him with more trap than a knockout sponge and ripping the sprightliness from him.

"V Demons killed in less than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb sons of squawk, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our intact plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the flash volume possible, scolding the Demons as if they were untried children.

"five-spot ! Five of you got your can massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might consume gotten bored and just decided to get you to decease with his formal !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the lunkhead that didn't cover his tracks and let that treasonist follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a pearl scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even sleep together if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chance of success ! We can't even summon any more Demons, we used the endure of the DOE left behind by Baltoh getting you mother fucker here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth River between dry land an Hell a few hundred times, there is no way to call for reinforcements !

Our chances were slim and you retards knocked it down to jockey ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make sure enough that it comes down on all of your derriere ten fold !"

"So what the sin are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his temples."We are going to lay low and name every preparation we can. No more going out and picking scrap and killing people, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the time to piddle certain that everything that can be done will done. We just have to desire that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many betting odds right now, both Baltoh and the forcefulness of Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring out outflank carte du jour 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 Saami as when he was born, his idea and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more coordination compound person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the humanity around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the Demons'further intervention, New House of York and the world beyond were crumbling like Sand. Through their actions, the forces of blaze had awoken the most extreme desires and preconception in high society. Out in the streets, dissident were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Moslem in the streets, and right-wing psychotic person were bombing everything from Planned Parenthoods to gay legal community. It wasn't just in the metropolis either, the social war waging in New House of York was triggering similar destabilization across the nation and even across the Earth, setting the reality on firing and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on genus Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her rear to him as she bounced up and down on his brawny phallus as if it were an workout ball. Her nipple were bouncing beautifully with each elevation and drop curtain, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to turn over far thick into her hot wet pussy than the low gear meter, probing new fold and recession and driving her state of nature with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the visible horizon outside, New York was already full-of-the-moon repaired from the battle, and mollie was unconscious in her apartment, having had her computer storage wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the deep erotic applause of Selene's bare ass and house thigh against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric groan, and the shadow of her bouncing tit against the far wall, cast by the light of the scene sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My legs are on attack and I'm so weary,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hours, something that no unconstipated human male would be able to do.

"Don't headache, I'll take care of the rest."

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as lighter as a ebullition dame and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire cock up into her dead body and making her scream in cushion and joy at the abyssal penetration. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his throbbing penis up into her with the speed and power of a jackhammer, completely taking away all feeling in her stage and making her wonder how she would ever be able to walk ever again after such a knockout fucking. Baltoh's scrotum and phallus were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a motorcar, and both lovers half-expected smoke to begin wafting from genus Selene's pussy from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the alone throb, her dripping wet snatch took his turncock like a admirer, being stretched pummeled to its limits but staying just as piano 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 egotistic sass of her twat, barely capable to secern when he was in or out of her due to the great size and the unbelievable speed.

After almost twenty arcminute, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a check, stopping to enamour his breathing time. Still not gratify, Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the lips while she slowly and gently rocked back and forth on his prick, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussycat. After the kiss, she raised her consistence and he began sucking on her knocker with relish, savoring the predilection and feel of her voiced flesh and the swell up shape of her nipples in his mouth. As she moved back and Forth River on his cock, he had his hired man on her perfect ass nerve, 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 dearest, finish me off with that sugariness tongue 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 flawless curve ball of her ass, the toned shapely face, her hairless stretched pussy, and of course her untouched anus. Wrapping his arms around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female par to the statue of Jacques Louis David and the human superior to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussy like a dog in a goober pea butter jar, slurping on her succus with relish and massaging her hurt interior with his lingua. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the best blowjob potential, stroking the shaft with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her former hand to massage his balls. On the floor below, his rump was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her spit, lips, and boldness.

Gently slithering through Selene's pussy with his tongue, Baltoh was capable to provoke her in ways that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the pocket-sized poke or tremble of the double appendage, he could make believe her entirely consistence jerk in ecstasy and created a flood of her toothsome pussy juice. It didn't take much to drive her over the edge. After just a few minutes of eating her out, he could pick up that signature orgasmic moan beginning rise, while suppressed of grade by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to shake, giving Selene all the heads up she needed. Both fan doubled their feat, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the brain of his peter ceaselessly with her natural language and genus Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet tongue soothing her aching twat like a big bowl of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's typeface was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's gates of nirvana, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the other end, genus 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 ignite 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 pecker out like an awakened coma affected role pulling out a alimentation tube and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's seeded player. Her mouth was devoid of seed but her abdomen was so full of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smile, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their bare bodies cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your consistence will never flush it to amaze and arouse me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all early men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be able to fall asleep holding you again, but after last-place Nox, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your deputation takes antecedency ; after all, you're saving the world. Just remember that I'm here, and if you ever want to rest for a few hour, I'm always ready to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered Selene's idea that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely keep her rima oris shut."Baltoh, is it possible to reconstruct memories that you or another Angel has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in rarity."for certain, but it isn't always pretty, especially when sentence mountain pass. Why ?"

genus Selene had to burn down on her tongue to hold from speaking without her mind's permission. This thinking had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug snack that she could not stop scratching. 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 charwoman who knew your figure back at the office, she's my champion, mollie. I was wondering if you… would be matter to in a trey ?"

Baltoh needed to tip against the windowpane, trying to retrieve his mental mien from the doubtfulness."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my heart to you, Selene, a spirit that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading light illuminate her naked organic structure."I don't want you to love her, I'm not asking you to have belief for her. But making love to you and having sex with her would make me happy, plus I think a little fun and pleasure would help you with all that hatred in your gist. I'm trying to get you to unwind a little, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be felicitous without beheading a monster. You are unequalled and that is why I love you. I don't want to switch you, I just want to give you the option of being at peace, and this is one thing that I think we would both savor,"she whispered with her hand on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty alley, scribbling incantations on the terra firma in human parentage that he was reading off a sheet of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling curse as he tried to go along count of the symbol and recall their specific lodge. There were thousands of different symbolic representation, all drawn around a ring that was a hundred human foot in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the walls of the building on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to arrest in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the hellhole am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this magical spell hooey,"he complained.

"These symbols will deliver you valuable prison term and probably your liveliness. When I first summoned a Horror Obelisk to this region, I memorized the push equation needed to cover for the different dimensional factor and altered it for this position. These symbols are the equation in a written class. Using this organization of incantations, the enchantment will pick out a fraction of the time and energy it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to learn yard of symbols, flawlessly alter the equation, and then indite it down for you neophyte. Keep workings and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and defeat you if I see you."The red-haired Archangel said, looking out over the city from the roof of an office building. Of all the garden angelica in New House of York, she was the youngest, being just over half a century old with the physical structure of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten foundation away with his arm cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big trouble for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosmarinus officinalis, to lecture to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her burnished naughty eyes.

"What do you call up I am, not just as a person, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the only garden angelica aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a armistice you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a positive force in the macrocosm, but you wanted to do more than fight by my side, you wanted to live by my side as well."

A gentle picnic blew between them, making rosemary's long red hair to-do and Baltoh's burning nimbus shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the poor bulwark lining the cap with rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you call up those eld we spent in perdition 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 minify the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the reference, then I would be able to cut down their issue. Of row it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to death more prison term than I could count. I remember it so clearly, falling to the primer, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a mathematical group of Demons. As I listened to them talk about how they planned to rape and belt down me, I tried to wreak a I electric arc of energy so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single swinging of your sword.

You healed my wounding, helped me recover my forcefulness, and taught me about Hell. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my life. I could birth left any metre, but I wanted to be with you. Three mean solar day, that was how retentive I had before they would mark my disappearance in promised land, but in infernal region, it was three wonderful geezerhood. I was desperate to discover out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a single fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in love before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in order for you to have ever felt that way about me, you had to bear studied me and watched me closely. You had to accept analyzed me, and because of that, you know me better than most others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, remember ? You said that you were unequal to to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human, I know. I saw you two kiss in that edifice. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just all right on your own,"Rosmarinus officinalis asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but wrath, I know that it is a women's heart and mind that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the condition quo of all relationships."

"So what was your master head ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his posture and looking into the pushover the way she had done.

She raised her hired hand and gently brushed her soft finger against the side of his face."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't serve that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to get out how very much I am going to switch if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first place."

Rosemary was silent for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Archangel and a Demon, a combination of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that fair sex is neither, she is just a powerless homo. You were brought to life through death and anger of one thousand thousand of killers who slew evil in the gens of Department of Justice and sought that justice through murder. She on the other hand is a vibrant and caring charwoman, who I imagine is to the full of love and energy. She's your exact reverse in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to find peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the light of Archangel power and the darkness of daimon baron, your eye is trying to observe balance between the hate that has kept you going and fighting and the touch of love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his regard, letting her words sink in.

"Time in Heaven does not pass as quickly as it does in Hell, every day here on ground is a day in Shangri-la and a year in Hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eons with your psyche filled with nothing but wrath and a hungriness for battle, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe of discourse and try to let some of that wrath go ? Don't you think it's time for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly require my advice, then here it is : give this woman what she wants. If she is truly unforced to be open when no other char would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that open air as well. For once Baltoh, close your wing and open your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"time lag,"Rosemary said, drawing his attention back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you want ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a minuscule grinning as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his rim and silenced him."Just a single buss, nothing more. Please, just let me know what it's like ; let me get laid what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a deep breather in reply. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their lips. For several seconds, their lips joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosemary stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. Thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rare grinning and nodded before taking off, feeling much adept than he had before.



mollie was sitting at Selene's island tabular array with her backtalk hanging open and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing manus wrapped around her head, using his powers to mend the memories that he had originally erased. mollie had no musical theme what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an evening of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him target his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a snatcher with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a while for Selene and Baltoh to figure out up the courage to take in her and endeavor to retrieve her retentiveness for a triplet, but after genus Selene ended the call, she could feel her libido beginning to shimmer as memories came rushing back like the juices of an climax and mixing with the arising fantasies. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more activated, she began recounting the storey of her first fling with Molly to Baltoh.

At first he was questioning and withdrawn at the idea of intimacy with this stranger, affair itself still a mire to him, but as Selene described that night on the office floor with particularly vivid detail, he could feel his own sex drive growing in military strength and desire. Standing beside this woman, restoring her memories, Baltoh let his regard wander up and down her curved frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to expect forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the actual intellect why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing mollie's liberal bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a minor laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smile and let her centre drift up mollie's fig, the figure that she was intimately familiar with."Some friendly retribution I guess. alcohol doesn't contribute people unlike personalities ; it shows a humble component part of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our true colouring material were played out and it seems some office of me enjoys being with fair sex and some part of Molly wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each other's legs was one of the most pleasurable sentence of my life, but regardless, Molly did take vantage of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grievance against her and sense nothing but the fear of our friendship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all enjoy. 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 clip, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my rescript and take it as heavy as I want her to. But she is my Friend and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my life story and shown me a world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling felicitous at the sight and phone of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosemary said : she is being this open so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her plans of the future. She wants me to be a part of every deep dark hush-hush she has, because that's how often she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth satiate his substance as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing Molly and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her foot and looked around wildly, more anomic than the night she discovered peach schnapps. She looked at genus Selene, gripping the sides of the tabular array as if an earthquake was shaking the construction. The computer memory of Baltoh crashing through the authority building and genus Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her mind like a strobe light. Selene's bright green eyes kept flickering up and down, holding Molly's pretty blueness and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to think of every detail of the winged man, standing behind her without her even mindful.

With each instant that passed by, molly became more wild and bewildered, eventually coming to the point that Selene feared that she was going to receive a thoroughgoing genial partitioning. Looking past mollie at the unseeable Baltoh, Selene nodded with a rocky expression. mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his long tail around her like a boa constrictor to bound her, taking the initial pleasance of feeling her body. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her cervix. The beautiful blonde was completely panicky and looked unbent ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making molly shiver.

"mollie, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his immense backstage into her peripheral visual sense as if they were closing in on her from all face and placed his handwriting on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her silken flesh and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his head past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his look and the calm/curious expression he was wearing. She noted the grayish skin, the silvery oculus, the burning halo above his question, and the overall handsomeness of his show, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't headache, you're safe."

She shivered at his Holy Scripture, but not out of fright.

From there, Selene summarized most of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from blaze, how he was born as a fiend and gained Archangel king, his war with the forces of dark and his bloody feud with the forcefulness of Heaven, what he was doing on earthly concern, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to hold open her from asking further questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on Molly's neck and bare shoulder as he sampled her sweet aroma and the smell of her soft anatomy.

He was starting to like this miss ; he could finger his intimate desire for her growing in top executive. It was not as focused and emotionally complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, mollie became less fearful and more anxious. The look of Baltoh's ropey but right tail squeeze and rubbing against her body was replacing her original terror with sexual excitement.

"molly, do you remember what I said when we were at the office ? What I described ?"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 have a trine, do you remember ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her case inches from Molly's.

The aroused blonde nodded a third time, now with a coy smile. In reply, genus Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their brim join and divide over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erection reaching its broad size and pressed it against Molly's rear, making her wiggle in desire and lustfulness as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the kiss with mollie and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his brass and slipped her clapper into his mouth. Their tongue danced around each other while their rim met like crashing moving ridge, all while molly hungrily watched them. After only half a moment, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His long forked tongue slowly reached out like a charmed snake, making molly's eyes widen. He flitted his tongue between her rosy brim and slid it in, tasting the inside of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their back talk touched and they began making out with Molly deep-throating Baltoh's tongue.

Suddenly, Molly jerked and emitted a moan of delight. genus Selene had just reached into her chick, under her moist flip-flop, and was rubbing her vanilla slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the bedchamber,"Selene purred, feeling the unequalled sexual urges 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 backside. Retracting his wings into his spine, he followed genus Selene into the bedroom and lowered molly onto the bed, who was filled with both terror at the Demon-Archangel crossbreed and intimate excitement as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a whole tone back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked lips with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the early undress, taking off all her apparel so that the two naked woman were pressed against each other. Without clothes in the way, Selene slid her hand down mollie's flat belly and began working her fingers between her wooden leg, getting the indulgent pallid rim as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

Watching Selene and mollie's tongue rub against each early in an oiled dance between their back talk, Baltoh could no longer contain his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry face from molly as she laid eye on his muscular erection. His tail swishing and jumping behind him in excitement, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her branch wide-eyed to ask round him and genus Selene moved her hand, granting him accession to the blonde beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at genus Selene, seeking confirmation one lastly prison term that she wanted this. Selene ended her kiss and nodded to him, causing mollie to count down and gaze in amazement as Baltoh extended his long forked lingua and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. mollie's breathing became fast and heavy and she bit her lip as the two tips of his glossa gently touched her soft soma, taking an initial taste of her juices. Baltoh licked her a mo time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shiver in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling process touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making give a shrill whimper of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his knife around and side to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his lips against the entrance, stimulating her clitoris in style that she had never before experienced. Molly moaned in ecstasy, unable to apprehend the pleasure that he was giving her. At her moans, Selene got up on her knees with Molly's oral sex resting on her stomach and hefted her business firm breasts in her face. mollie hungrily took them with her sass, sucking on her left pap and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her biography depended on it. Feeling her admirer excite the boldness endings with such allegiance, Selene hummed softly and rolled her top dog back, letting the warm up celebration ringlet over while she flexed her fingers in her cunt, taking them out after every other minute to lap up off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"Molly begged, releasing Selene's wet nipple.

With his case buried between mollie's legs, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burning annulus. genus Selene winked at him and he winked in take, retracting his spit and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juice were addictively delicious.

"Why did you barricade ? That would have been the best climax of my life !"molly exclaimed, already glistening with fret from the energetic euphoria that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"genus Selene whispered with her lips pressed against mollie's mouth.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his putz, pointing it ripe at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

molly licked her rim and got on her hands and human knee with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her deal around his phallus, ineffective to even tinge her fingers to her thumb. She moved her helping hand back and forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the forefront just column inch from her look. She slowly took the question in her mouth, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickle and feeling every centimeter of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the incision at the top and working it under the ridge above the beginning of the shaft. Molly began bobbing her pass back and Forth River, trying to see how much of Baltoh's turncock she could take with the tip prodding the spine of her pharynx and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of cushion from Selene's natural process. With near of the bed taken by Baltoh and mollie, genus Selene was forced to lay sideway across her pillow. She had a coy smiling on her case, having just inserted her finger into mollie's mother fucker. She was wiggling it around in the close orifice, taking neat pleasure in watching Molly wriggle. She then removed her finger and wrapped her rim around it, sucking it sportsmanlike. Taking the opening, she spread Molly's ass cheeks and pressed her sass against her anus while inserting her tongue. molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's tongue stirring her whoreson and the wetness of her sassing mixing with the wetness of her closely anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's asshole, Selene worked her fingers in her cunt, often stopping to work the kitty-cat juice into mollie's anus. When she did this, she would remove her brim and work her fingers into the gang, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would spread her anus with her fingers and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a bloodless glob of saliva nestled right the sensitive folds of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, mollie would often remove Baltoh's cock out of her lip, just so that she could spit on the head and then rub her saliva across the shaft. She would blur his cock across her face, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her mouth, where her caput would bob back and forth as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and headspring slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most delectable lollipop on ground. With a warmly smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her pilus, making her look at him with love and happiness in her eyes. She took his cock out of her backtalk and gave it back to Molly, who took groovy joy in licking off genus Selene's spit.

Selene then turned around and lied on her binding with her legs facing pages. molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a tenacious and passionate kiss to show that his feelings for her were in no way affected by Molly's presence, and Selene returned the kiss to answer the message. With a smile, he sat on his cad and put it cock right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and bother as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her archway her back and clutch the slope of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his dick lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the hips and began driving deep into her with recollective powerful driving force, very slowly bringing up his hurrying as he stretched her kitty-cat to the required breaker point. Beside them, molly was fingering herself and pulling on her mammilla, staring at Selene with envy and restlessness as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the legal action, she swung her leg over Selene's chief and began straddling her face in the same way genus Selene had rode hers during the Christmas political party. Selene grabbed mollie's glorious ass and gorged herself on her pussy, making the blonde have to lean over on all foursome from the paralyzing moving ridge of joy genus Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his to the full stop number, Baltoh began hammering genus Selene's cunt like a auto, making the bed creak like a elbow room full of rocking chairwoman and genus Selene's tits bouncing and curlicue like two body of water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her peg around him while he sucked on her knocker, all the while fucking her with powerful swings of his hip. His knife-like barbed tail was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at molly's round ass lupus erythematosus than half a foot from his face. He leaned forward and inserted his natural language into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his backtalk against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the incredible stimulation in her slit and bastard, mollie was moaning in pleasure, gyrating her hips while Selene feasted on her luscious pussy and Baltoh licked every corner of her bunghole with the cheeks rubbing against his human face, loving the void taste.

"Oh god !"molly cried out, having an coming that shook her to the point that she thought that she would fall apart like a house of lineup.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop beating as she experienced an anatomical reference earthquake of sensual gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, molly dismounted Selene as if her fount was a bike and she had just ridden in the Tour De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her pussy. Selene sat up, her face and pilus wet with Molly's juice, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the spirit that filled their mouths.

"Oh please have it off me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."grant it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his rooster pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as light as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with hullabaloo, molly grasped his shaft and guided it to her puss, fearful at having never taken one so vauntingly and wondering how it would even fit. She had to overturn herself up off her human knee 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 pelvic arch, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her scream as if she had just been stabbed. mollie was completely paralyzed as she tried to swear out the vast shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to twist her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy look her face, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a attender kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and settle down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work, probing her cunt with his tongue and working his brim against the ingress. With her whole body trembling, Molly began shifting back and Forth River to the sides, whimpering from the uncomfortable sizing on the prick inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her friend with a long and gentle kiss. Their lingua passed their brim and began to twirl and wrap around each former, forming glistening threads of wetness between their rima oris. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasance, and the longer they were in this attitude, the more energetic molly was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to tolerate a few column inch of bouncing.

beholding that molly was now getting used to it, genus Selene wanted to take it to the succeeding degree. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her succus off his font."Make her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned Molly around on his hammer so that her vertebral column was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her downhearted, making her thigh-slapper in pain like the first time. He lifted her up with informality, surprised by the fact that there was no rake, and pulled mollie back down onto his cock. She screamed again, this time with some joy in her voice. He lifted her up a third clock time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high moan. With a smile, he began moving her like a whale fleshlight, bouncing her on his peter with fiddling campaign. It took her a while, but in sentence, she began to adopt immeasurable pleasure in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her physical structure and lifting her up and down, mollie was rubbing her pussy in bliss, which was stretched to its rank maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sweat off her au naturel body.

Holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own physical structure, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his Ball pouch was an indistinguishable blur. Molly's screeching and groan were silenced and replaced with a oceanic abyss gagging sound. Her centre rolled back into her head and her body became limp as she tried to process the intense sensations blasting through her venous blood vessel. Baltoh's cock was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her leg were completely numb. This was Earth beyond any fucking she had ever received with a human, and her eubstance could barely cope with the dynamic throbbing that Baltoh's bulging humanity was inflicting on her. The rough slamming of her pussy brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to stop to catch his breath. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, genus Selene crawled over to her."Molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't headache, she's fine. I kept a penny-pinching eye on her physical and genial state to bring in certainly I didn't endanger her or inflict any existent scathe. Her genius has just been completely overwhelmed by the sensations she felt while I fucked her and all the sexual climax she experienced. It's basically a sexually make seizure. It's completely harmless, her Einstein is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, Selene licked her mouth and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her friend's essence off his cock. After slurping up every drop curtain of kitty 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 stimulate, waking back up. Hearing her HUA of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of mollie, rubbing her breasts against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in joy and her heart bolt open air.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside mollie, genus Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their defenseless eubstance together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"Molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her pussy didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her succus to slide his cock between her firm ass boldness like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky touch sensation of her voiced pulp as he diverted the heading back into Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of mollie, genus Selene purred as her puss was stretched like a rubber band and her oily succus dripped into mollie's spread ass. Baltoh began moving back and forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could keep grinding his pecker in between Molly's fluid ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire rooster into her hungry kitty. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast hefty apoplexy, genus Selene couldn't stop herself from moaning in cristal. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut defenseless soundbox rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulation.

"That's decently baby, hump me !"Selene groaned as her hot pants made her bold face and excited.

After a few instant of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to mollie, pushing his glistening shaft into her deliciously soft puss, using the wetness from Selene as lubricating substance.

"Oh god, that feels so in force !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full amphetamine while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hr, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning women, fucking one for several minutes before moving to the other. As they took turns being fucked, Selene and Molly were running their hands and touching themselves, though with Molly having her back to Selene, she had to mostly satisfy herself with rubbing her own pussycat or fingering her lover's asshole.

"Please, let me suck it. I really want to sop up it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his putz out of Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a shot whore, Molly turned and tried to solve Baltoh's shaft, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to try it,"mollie whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a enceinte clump of spitting. molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her friend's spit and vaginal fluids as if her life depended on it. While molly blew Baltoh, genus Selene was on all tetrad by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, babe, 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 intercrossed bit his lip in nervousness as the meaning hit him like a slap from a wet hand, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the last thing he wanted to do was do the woman he loved any physical uncomfortableness, 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 Trygve Lie, neither to him or herself. She truly did trust him and have it off him.

molly sat back, a expression of astonishment on her face as she realized that now was her time to provide the two lovers with some space. With Selene on all quaternary, Baltoh leaned over and left a line of candy kiss up her backbone and along her shoulder and cervix, making her purr at his touch."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 trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the back of the ear and then sat up.

"Wait, let me facilitate,"Molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's ebony ass cheeks and stretched her mother fucker with her midriff fingers. Convulsing her brass, molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straightaway into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it well over so that a small stream flowed down in between the moist rim of her puss. Taking a mystifying breath, Baltoh pressed the head of his cock against her oiled prick and slowly tried to advertise it in. Immediately, he grunted from the compactness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the head in ; it was like trying to fuck a gumshoe band for a lobster claw. He continued to labor, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every ball of spittle she could pull together onto the top dog of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a long crevice in the flooring with his tail as he finally managed to pop the principal of his cock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. Selene had her face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a dentition dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slow down.

Now that he had worked the head in, the hardest role was over. Grateful for all the expectoration that genus Selene and mollie had used to lube her anus, Baltoh began to slowly campaign forward, millimeter by millimetre, biting his lip as he tried to stand firm the concentration while Molly supportably spread genus Selene's ass boldness. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her hairsbreadth, kissing her bare flesh, and even working her fingers between Selene's legs.

Time passed, the mo 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 that he could get across 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 lower back, giving Selene a minute of arc to get accustomed to the expectant mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to pull out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his straits inside, he came to a stop and began pushing it back in. genus Selene brought her head up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to travel slowly, Baltoh could finally take Federal Reserve note of how good her anus felt. While her pussy had not nearly been as tight and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his cock. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all sides equally, and while it was clenching with unbelievable military unit, it was a much more natural fit.

burial it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave genus Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this clock time pulling it back in a single stroke. genus Selene did not flinch or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spit on Baltoh's prick, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that spirit so ripe. Just like that child, just like that,"she purred, laying her head down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft buss on her back and stood up, ineffective to fuck her on his knees due to the Angle of her ass. He reinserted his shaft and proceeded to call for up a easy and steady speech rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his humanness. Standing up over her, he was almost jump as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in long dense strokes, turning her HUM into moans of bliss that were slowly growing in intensity as he grew in upper. While he rocked her world, Molly was behind her with her brass buried in Selene's exposed snatch, taking the chance to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fast pace and the apartment was filled with the sounds of genus Selene's ass slapping against his thigh and her glorious groan of pleasance, both from the anal retentive incursion and her sound acquaintance gorging herself on her hot, wet slit. The bed was creaking like an old house as it struggled to handle the downwards gibe of Baltoh plunging into Selene's arse. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her shit with such speed and great power that it would forever be as release as a pair of sweat pants. Selene was giving a ceaseless scream of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all touch sensation from the waist down except the sensation of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless sensations shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten endorsement, she became as hitch as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to drop dead out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping open and refused to return to its pilot sizing. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her mouth, deep throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavoring of Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thick-skulled 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 ask a min to rest. She deserves to feel as thoroughly as I did."

Molly moved to the foot of the bed and got on all fours, spitting into her handwriting and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the halo open so that Baltoh could ptyalize into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't worry, it won't be as hard as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a sexy blinking.

Baltoh gave a fag smile and got back on his knee joint, moving over to her and pressing the head of his dick against her asshole. Gritting his teeth against the tightfistedness, he slowly began working himself in with mollie hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly tight, she had been right when she said that she was easier than genus Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her bellow were miscellaneous with shriek of pain.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two hour, much faster than with genus Selene. Gripping mollie's hips, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her vocalisation to increase in volume while his stop number slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thighs with the Lapp brilliant clapping audio as he fucked her like a dog, making her screech at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his maximum speed. genus Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet smile on her face, and the unparalleled love in her eyes. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the kiss, Baltoh went up to his top speed, fucking mollie's asshole so hard and so fast that the sound she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his cock could barely be discerned in the rapid motion, all while Selene gently ran her hand across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly meretricious cry as Baltoh gave her a thunderous orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a arrest, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping crater. Molly collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the bulwark with Selene beside him.

"I can't hold out much long. My stamina has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"Funny, you've been fighting nonstop flight for thousands of yr, but a couple women from earth can leave alone you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the face. She then looked at her ally."mollie, how about we finish him the Sami way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than willing, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd love life to."

With molly to his rightfield and Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two women moved closer to each early, interlocking their legs and getting into the scissoring locating with Baltoh's cock between their snatch. Gyrating their hips, the two women began grinding the brim of their twat against the slam, and Baltoh's breathing became ponderous as the piano skin rubbed against his dick in a way similar to a hand job. Just the mental opinion and the image were as good as the physical experience, both for him and his devotee and intimate acquaintance. Selene and molly were groaning softly in delight as they grinded his shaft against their swollen pussies, loving the feeling the hot member against the lips, their polish thighs rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each early's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several thick watercourse of semen shot out and up from the fountainhead, far more than any regular homo amount. The white fountain covered genus Selene and Molly's laps, basically glazing their pussies in spermatozoon. Staying pressed together, Selene and Molly slowly scraped the cum off his cock and resettled on his legs, scissoring to the point of sexual climax as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's source sliding between their smooth wet pussies and the softness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two women separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their pussies as if it were chocolate syrup. After every lump was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his sides like tender cats.

"That truly was most enjoyable,"he sighed with his center closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two womanhood just hummed in tire out understanding with their faces buried his thorax. With a smiling, Baltoh sat up for a moment to let his wings extend from his body, them wrapped them around the cleaning woman's naked bodies and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so beaming we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able-bodied to prevent her eyes open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and hungry for stopcock,"mollie replied, giving a small stretch and rubbing her teat against Baltoh's bare pectus.

"Oh, we'll definitely call for you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her fingerbreadth around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to rupture herself away from it.

"Actually, don't ask for me too often,"molly then said.

Selene opened her eyes and looked at Molly."What's wrong ?"

"nil. I would jazz to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in love, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together most of the time, and this isn't a relationship for three. Consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blond lulu and licking Baltoh's semen out of every box of her oral fissure."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire frown body is completely numb and you don't think you could live on getting fucked that hard every day of the week, but I also know that you truly think of that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the lips. Kept warm by his body estrus from their naked physical structure pressed together and the blanket-like wings, Selene and Molly slowly drifted to catch some Z's with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his bureau. With a smile on his facial expression, Baltoh rested his face against the top of Selene's oral sex and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few minute later in the midsection of the night, fully rejuvenated. Selene and molly were still pressed against him in the same position, their naked bodies feeling unbelievable against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his veneration were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't fuss in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his feet, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their implements of war were wrapped around each other's naked consistence, their nipples were touching, and their os frontale were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his body. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping women. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so aphrodisiacal. He desperately wished he could climb under the screen with them and fall asleep with their naked torso pressed against his, but after the first night he spent with Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not hazard isolating himself from New York City when there were now six fiend that could come across at any time. Even with the Archangels around, the death cost would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the hair's-breadth out of their faces, smiling as he admired their beauty. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the temple, as if they were not his sex partners, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his expression pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made beloved, and to Baltoh, it was the greatest month of his life, as well as the most elucidate. Every day, often multiple times, he and genus Selene would get together and reenact that sugariness passionate Julian Bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her cleric peach, and loved her for her mellisonant soul and tender gist. genus Selene was very interchangeable in that regard, in that nothing could ever pacify her desire to ride and suck Baltoh's powerful dick. Sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being knowledgeable with Baltoh was turning her into a godforsaken vixen, as if her law of proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a devil in the dismission. She just couldn't function without either walking bowlegged after being mount like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every bit that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving physical bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as much clip as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's past and trying to learn as much as he could about the cleaning lady he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to check as much as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to utter of, she instead asked him about affair like philosophy, history, psychological science, and everything else that would let her see how the gear wheel in his judgment turned. She also asked him head about the population and hell on earth, 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 escapade he had experienced, and his memory board from animation in the infernal region. There were also head about his natural action on dry land, as when Selene discovered just how a good deal collected time he had spent in the humanity of the bread and butter since his birth, she found that they had a lot more to talk about than she thought.

He also got to spend time with Molly, who treated him the Saame way she treated Selene. His relationship with her was the outset of its kind, caring but platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a lover. With Rosemary, he had learned to be a teacher, and with molly, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialize. Then of course there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lovers for threesomes, her hungriness for Baltoh's cock and genus Selene's pussy bringing her to the apartment a few clip a hebdomad. Baltoh certainly didn't creative thinker, 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 bones from their end meal, deep below the urban center. All eyes were on Abaddon, the devil first appointed to be in bang of this project. Only he could make the decision for the next step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would succeed or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the metropolis, returning from a Gargoyle disturbance out on the outskirt. He had slain the lone animal while it fed on a drug junky passed out in an alley, only to cause his care drawn back to genus Selene's apartment through the plume he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could sense outstanding fear and pain sensation, and knew without a phantasm of a dubiousness that she was being attacked. Just 60 minutes ago, he had been in another threesome with her and molly, and now both women were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, unattackable than the void of infinite. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so very much power that every window in the building lining the streets was reduced to powderise and all the railcar were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the quad behind him into a snowstorm of glass and rubble.

Baltoh's look was contorted into a furious scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his sword in hand and his tooth and hook sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that dared flack Selene, he would make them abide the torture of Inferno a K prison term over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the flat building had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit was in downfall, with all the furniture smashed to opus and the walls shredded with claw crisscross. Selene was gone and in the middle of the flat lay mollie, the aliveness torn from her tortured trunk. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen floor and moved into the center of the den, with the slain peach sprawled out on it as if it were a medieval torture rack, her wrists and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's exanimate cadaver, his eyes wide and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the worst tortures of blaze, but seeing her, the cleaning woman he considered his dear friend and had been physically intimate with, lying there on that table was more than he could stomach. Her total pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the stage where her pelvic arch was crushed into matchwood and her branch were barely clinging to her body. Her second joint as ass boldness were riddled with bite bull's eye and had glob ripped out of them from when the Demons decided to sample her soft flesh. Her breasts had been reduced to thick bloody strips, having been carved and cut up in pointless torture to piss her suffer. Her finger were go bad and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbed wire. Her head was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow Demon spermatozoan. Her cheeks had been ripped loose, most likely by accident when the devil took turns raping her mouth. Her eyelid had been cut off so that she could not winkle and the heart themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth marks along her throat. shoemaker's last but certainly not least, her face was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by Demon spermatozoon being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hands shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's lifeless consistence, holding it tightly."I'm so disconsolate, I didn't mean for this to pass off to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, sweet soul,"he murmured with his brass pressed against his forehead.

In his heart, the belief he had developed for her were now like toxicant in his vena as he mourned her loss. However they did it, the Demons had tortured Molly far longer than the signal of genus Selene's risk had been felt. Most likely, they had taken Molly and did this to her while genus Selene was still at peace, probably kept from waking up through a devil patch. 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 lay off the Demons, but they would sustain been an annoyance and an interruption. After all the eon he had spent being tortured in hell on earth as a host of human being souls, he could well conceive of the pain she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from Molly by a ringing sound. Situated on one of the toilet form the island table, genus Selene's phone sat two meters away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could smell the cruelty through the line without even holding the speech sound. Trying to prevent his temper in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a marvelous piece of engineering science that these humans have invented. The ability to talk to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's voice remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your death warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will make you brook more than torture than all the prisoners of Hell across all of history. I will bring down more pain on you than your rack up nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain that mollie went through. I will designate no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his spokesperson icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't concern, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to observe she served as a good exemplar. But damn, she sure could rent a stopcock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like rotten melons. Hmmm, delectable. But the best part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million opinion that raceway through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would watch over 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 keister so that I can sense that torso of hers, and boy, it certainly is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her face as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep hint."What do you want ?"

"Your help. Once the sun comes up in a few hours, we shall establish our move. Not only will you bide out of our way, but you will also keep us safety from the military unit of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep every Angel and Archangel out of our affairs. If any of us sees so often as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my associates and I will pass every second of our biography tormenting this little bitch in ways learned straight from the Masters of torture themselves. She will tolerate more than any man, support or suddenly, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better keep the Angels engaged, because if you fail, Selene will conceive being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in fund for her."



The sun slowly rose with a bright rosy red shade, giving Abaddon a maniacal grinning as he thought about the parentage soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical center of New York City, unseeable to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alleyway, genus Selene was tied up with the tail of Abaddon's last unexpended Gargoyle, shivering as the snap kissed her au naturel form the same way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's drained body she had stumbled across in her ruin apartment. Her typeface was streaked with weeping at the horrible sight of Molly's bloody butcher carcass and the feeling of fearful weakness that flowed through her vena like ice urine.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and Molly's clothes still on the level. She got up to appear for her friend, wanting to go back to sleep clutching Molly's warn naked var. against hers, lusting for the feeling of her diffused skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Molly and maybe eat little late-night bite off her bosom, and instead found her good friend and lesbian lover nailed to her island table, getting her entrails ripped out and eaten by four Demons while the fifth part raped her sass.
Selene rushed back into her bedchamber, reaching for her purse on her bedside board and just managing to touch the feather and brisk Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my aphrodisiacal little Jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and imbibing in the awe in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its shadower, silently crying over the end of her friend and praying for the man she loved to hail preserve her. She wanted to scream, to call out for individual to help her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a speech sound, he would cut off her nipple, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a deep breath and stretched. The sentence had finally come. Dredging up his power, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the ground, casting a spell and sending out an vim signal his comrades to do the same."Demon Art : horror Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised get-up-and-go story, the four stationed-Archangels took trajectory, rushing to the picture. Flying in shaping, they zoomed towards the web site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a flinty grammatical construction on his face and sword in hired man.

Raphael drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the Hell are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you cash in one's chips,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his brand to his side.

Growling, Michael materialized his blade as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the demon'incline since the beginning !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very tense up and guard looking on her aspect but oddity in her eyes."No, I am not on the ogre'side. They are holding the woman I love, and in return for her safe return, I must keep you from interfering. Do not hold it against me, for I am doing this only to get her back."

"One human is not worth the whole public !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his steel raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his cervix, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand 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 breast, right below the heart.

The blade burst out his rachis and Michael vomited a huge splutter of blood. The other Archangels stared in blow at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his sword free, tearing out strips of Michael's anatomy that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second base time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with rip streaming from his mouth.

"That should point you how give I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his brand to splatter off the blood.



Across the urban center, in five key item where the symbolisation had been drawn, gall, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hired man on the ground, having sensed the signaling from Abaddon.
"demon Art : Inferno Abyss Summoning !"



"Angel Falls Art : Saint Beckon ! All holy person close in on the six demon locations, stop their tour at all toll !"Gabriel plaster bandage, using the spell to touch all the Angels in New York while Raffaello Santi caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : Crusaders Cathedral Summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby edifice shattered as a new structure was built in its place, a massive duomo built solely out of a single firearm of marble. The windows of the grand church were all colored and ornately arranged to form montage of saints, made with cold-blooded skill and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the great oak doors was a rose window, made of glass meld with atomic number 79 and silver to forge a sun surrounded by lead. The roof of the duomo was adorned with statues of backer, all in poses of supplicant or charity, and the bell tower was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their swords in hired man but resting with the steer on the ground, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the pillar was a clay Columba, holding an olive branch in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby building fled at the master structure's crash. Slowly, the threshold opened and Angels streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scene. The Crusading duomo worked on angel in the same way the Conjuring memorial park worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of being to assist whoever had summoned the duomo. In this lawsuit, all the Angels that were on their way to try and stop the fiend had now been teleported to the tantrum of the conflict.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."holy man Art : prayer beads Restraints."Countless chains of rosary beads were shot down at the Angels, tying them all up so that they could not depart and attack the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep Selene safe, even if that means taking part in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"Wait,"Rosemary said, putting her hired hand on Gabriel's shoulder to stop him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to destruct the earthly concern, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the woman you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to abandon the responsibility beset upon us, so let's block up arguing and fighting as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold darling, with each cause equal in worthiness !"she said with painful resolve in her phonation. Holding out her hand, rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this spot on, there is no more opinion. You will concur nothing against us and we will hold aught against you. We fight with honour, using only our blade, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Archangels flew towards him and brought their swords down towards his read/write head, but he blocked them with his own with picayune effort. His bum suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raffaello Santi who had tried a sneak attack from behind. With his case downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and rosemary back, then delivered a late slash across their breadbasket and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the primer coat, Rosemary quickly cast a healing spell on herself. While her physique and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his strong-armer, even as he turned and smacked aside a immortal ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not meet our gaze ? Are you afraid to take care upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : annulus saucer !"she called, pulling a chain of halos from the one above her head and throwing them at him.

"daemon Art : Tombstone shield,"Baltoh said in little More than a whisper.

A table-sized grave marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the fuddle halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of stab and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"fiend Art : Dark Shackles."From the metal set around his wrist, several bladed chain shot forth like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you crusade us now with so often pity when you have shown no hesitation in striking down an Angelica Archangelica before ? Why do you overpower us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three days ?'Rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of feathering arrow at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his annex, completely unaffected by the approach. Rosemary shot forward with tweed flames streaming up her blade, increasing the cutting magnate. Baltoh opened up his vindication to block her attack, deflecting the strike with a indolent swing of his steel, still keeping his font shape in fantasm. Moving silently, Raffaello Santi attacked from behind. Like rosemary, his sword was burning with snowy fire, increasing the penetrating power so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the brand into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the solid muscle but ineffective to go in yesteryear the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the wallop but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the steel pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his fingerbreadth at Rosemary with a nigrify sphere of muscularity charging at the tip of his nipper."daemon Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense outbreak of shadow energy that was so large in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her form badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the remains of her outfit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us come upon you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to block off our onset or punish yourself ? Do you even sleep with ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raffaello Sanzio, pulling the sword from his manus with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical crease down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and unable to exert his elevation, Raphael landed in the street in a pool of his own profligate.

Baltoh looked to the side of meat, spotting Michael trying to pilfer away to go stop Abaddon. With his deal limp and clammy, he pointed his fingerbreadth at him."daimon Art : nipper bullet train,"he cast, launching his talons like rounds from mini guns at Michael.

The nipper ripped apart the street like howitzer casing as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five watercourse of razor heater and finally riddling Michael with maw, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel cast, finally breaking costless of his straightjacket of Hell chains.

Upon the name of the patch, a car-sized wooden cross fell out of the sky, neat towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land lame on the top of his mind, it touched his annulus and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her metrical foot, having healed her burning and repaired her wearing apparel. ‘ You used to be so calm and tempered, your burning hatred under ascendancy and compacted like a whizz. Now it seems like the heating and exponent is still there, but the flames have died out, leaving only burns. Where is your hate now directed ? How can you live with so very much choler in your nitty-gritty, so practically hatred ?'

With bellowing of determination, she and Gabriel shot towards Baltoh with their swords burning with white flame, desperate to turn in any harm. Gabriel attacked directly with his brand above his head to try and give birth a killing hit and Rosmarinus officinalis went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attending. Baltoh swung his steel to block Gabriel's attack, but before Rosemary could discover, he reached out and stabbed him through the veracious lung with his handwriting, sending his clawed digit bursting out of a gaping hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his behind and stabbed rosemary through the venter, running her through as if she were made of composition and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"Rosmarinus officinalis 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 injury as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the garden angelica decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power tier one last time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their DOE into their swords. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly run, but they had to do everything they could to try and exhaust him.

Roaring in both foiling and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their brand held back, ready to stab.

"angel Art : Crusading Canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as fountains of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in pain as they looked down. In a bingle nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the stomach, cutting so deep that he had been just a few in away from completely severing their lower eubstance. Their torsos cut surface and unable to walk, the archangel once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's door. ineffective to break free of the rosary range of mountains that held them like piano wire, the gang of Angels could do nothing but watch in horror and dread as their leadership crawled across the ground like worms, beaten and exhausted. The four champion grouped together, desperate to add up up with some form of strategy.

"Is it potential ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every fighting we ever had just been a biz to him ? Have we always been this weak and lost compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up blood from all of his viscera being cut aright through.

"If we attack from the front line, he gets us with his brand. Attack from the sides, he blocks with his wings. Attack from hind end, he lashes out with that damned after part. We can't even work over him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raphael muttered, holding his glowing hand between the two halves of his dead body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many harm on us, so I always assumed our power stage were actually conclusion. But now, he's going for blood line. He's never truly gone after our lifetime,"Gabriel panted, his Chin streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to function.

Rosemary slowly got to her animal foot, having healed herself just enough so that she could fend up, but was still using her hands to save her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been able to pull in our sword. He just wants to restrain us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his heart and fighting for the woman he loves, the one charwoman who can truly take on away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his friends."I'll hold him off, you three William Holman Hunt that daimon down and stop his design. There is only one way I can even have a chance of matching his effectiveness, just build sure it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same altitude as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will happen if you use that technique ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to face Baltoh without his sword."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's inconceivable for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're potent, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right hand towards his left wrist.

"Angel Art : Final Crucifixion ! devil Art : Debt recovery !"Baltoh called, clapping his script together.

Two Cross rose up behind Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio, making their faces picket in fear. But even though the crosses were summoned, the spell did not fully activate due to Baltoh's command. A Brobdingnagian skeletal hand then burst and grabbed rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary concatenation, I swear on everything between Shangri-la and hell that I will belt down them. Move your handwriting an inch and I will start the crucifixion for your brothers and their deaths will be on your scruples. I have aught against the girl, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The stalemate was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the archangel all sensed the demon complete their charm. Across New House of York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable hepatic portal vein to Hell. The objects they had summoned were house-sized cauldrons, adorned with etching of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with melted flame. The mouths of the cauldrons were actually portals, leading straight to the Lake of Fire in the kernel of hell. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the castor would pull their enemy into it and incinerate them in the inferno. However, they would all attend different purposes on this day.

In the middle of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his revulsion dagger began to glow and broadcast out a wave of dismal DOE like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all guidance like the origin of a tsunami, having no affect on the city itself but supercharging the Inferno Abysses. Upon receiving the strengthening transmitting, the five caldron all film geysers of Hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as origin with black swarm and the sun became sullen as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldrons changed their purpose, no longer pulling things into Hell but instead sending them out.

fencing of red brightness level and hellfire shot out from each caldron, linking them to each former with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New York City with the repugnance Obelisk in the center and the red region encircling it all in a massive ring. Upon the pattern's mop up, there was a deafening wreck heard throughout the existence as the ring of red region tore through the dimensional barrier between Earth and perdition like a cookie cutter. Across the world, multitude were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New House of York was instantly incinerated in the wall of red region. Even the piddle flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on impinging with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to bump, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to agitate Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The archangel quickly followed suit, praying that they would be capable to rescind whatever had happened. Baltoh was the inaugural to make it at the repugnance Obelisk, followed by the garden angelica. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow devil. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as crepuscle, the daemon were no longer invisible, scaring off any hoi polloi who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with genus Selene tied up in its seat, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the compactness in his thorax as he looked at her, searching for any sign of injury or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raffaello Santi demanded.

"hell, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this urban center, we were able to weaken the barrier between universes and spread the portal to Scheol. As we speak, this city is slowly lapse, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will sink in between the dimensions, and once it gets right between them, it shall be obliterated and the truthful door will be opened. While they can not yet leave the margin, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from hell on earth. You should say cheerio to New York, because it will be a part of Earth for only another two calendar week, and in a month it will be obliterated and a dead on target inter-dimensional threshold will be opened in its topographic point. This metropolis is essentially a hot coal on a rag of paper, burning through and creating a maw that can not be fixed.

If you want mortal to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving turn and patch of his energy from jumping between dimension were we able to create a portal vein stable enough for a few of us to pass through. You have no idea how many aeon we had to look in Hell to pile up enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his center downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clenched fists.

True to Abaddon's give-and-take, the metropolis was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the footing by the 1000, popping up like skunk and streaming into the air in packs so dense that they looked like pillars of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the metropolis, but were unable to pass the burning ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a mile above the paries of hellfire. Until the portal was truly opened, the force play of Hades could get into New House of York, but they could not leave and neither could humans get in. Following the mindless pawns, daemon began to appear by the dozens, laughing at their imminent freedom as they began feasting on the the great unwashed of New York.

"Even if you destroy this Obelisk or the Inferno abyss, you will not finish the cognitive operation. The door has already been carved, now we just want to wait for this city to go under between universe and spread it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, give me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your didactics. You promised me you would return genus Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his ring electrocution like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is free to go. Take back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her fundament and released her. Nearly falling to the ground, Selene stared at Baltoh with wide eyes as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the like state, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the centre of the street and wrapped their coat of arms around each other, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in sweet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in clock time. I'm sorry I let this happen to you and mollie,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just beaming I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the side of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder and was cheek to typeface with Michael, who had a much softer formula his face."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this woman has truly revealed what separates you from the monster. Even after how intemperate we just fought, I think I can finally trust you in your resolve to face these demon. Don't get me incorrectly ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a sexual conquest to patch up after this, but I think it's time for us to finally work on the same side."Michael then walked preceding Baltoh with his blade slung over his berm and one of his rare smile 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 worry, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a fiend. However, you made one fatal flaw in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so grueling getting reenforcement, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the primer.

Instantly, all the Demons and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding rays of favorable light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the mall of the light were thousands of holy person and slews of Angelica Archangelica, entering the null-space of New York and ready for battle. The army of paradise landed on the cap 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 anesthesia steel. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapon system, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to safety,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's tending was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her mouth against his once again.

Even surrounded by Demons and angel, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, but suddenly, genus Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something thrust him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breath being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the skeletal system of a Hydra and burning with Negro flames.

Somehow, the monumental battle that was imminent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, Archangel, and Demon stared at the two lovers. With wide eyes, Abaddon looked up at a fiend standing on a nearby construction. The beast was laughing as it drew another javelin from the back of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a double-dealer.

But while the Demon was bragging about his killing, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"Selene gasped as blood began to pour from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his psyche ineffective to process the sight of her wounding. Her whole torso vibration, Selene tried to put her bridge player on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of bleak flames flared up and began to use up her. Selene shrieked in infliction as the firing ate away at her with unbelievable speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how a lot king her put into the spell, her decrepit human body was the perfect fuel for the Demonic fire and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the shameful fire moved out in all directions, reducing her trunk to ash in second base. Not only was it destroying her consistence, but her psyche as well, meaning that she would cease to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flames moved up her chest of drawers, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to speak but his vocal cords failed to run, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his mouth 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 rim against his before the black flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's munition closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his whole body shaking and air refusing to enter or leave his lungs. All the holy man and Archangels were mute, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the Death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatise cross lowered his shaking hands, scooping up the ashes that had once been the fair sex he loved. He stared at the black powder in his palms, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the get-go bout that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingers and two stripe of snag ran down his fount like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breath and released a ululation of anguish.

While the cry had a normal volume, it was carried by Baltoh's get-up-and-go and spread across the globe. Everywhere, people turned their attention away from the infernal sky and their orison as the howl reached their ear, so concentrated with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knees by its weight unit. The strait was so heavy, so mournful, and so irritating, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's pain in their own inwardness, and even began to cry without even knowing why.

In New York, all the human beings were unable to stand as the sorrowfulness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the firmly due to their proximity to him, and all the Archangels fought with all their might not to dismiss their sword as Baltoh's hurting assailed them like an electric car shock. Even the fiend and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any variety of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howl came to a check, and the whole man fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would happen. Everyone ducked as broken meth suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the city simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all middle were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to come along in the soil around him. In a bully crash, a pool-sized crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as enceinte as a mass.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted mark has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A illumination tornado wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ashes and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his facial expression downcast and hidden by his exhaust hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight unit of his Energy Department. The Gargoyles and backer fell out of the sky like birdie passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the terra firma gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his wings, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the level priming coat, facing Abaddon and the Horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underrate my sexual love, my baron, and my hatred,"he hissed, his face hidden in shadow but his eye glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning halo began to elevate, floating five groundwork above him. As he raised his fender and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you insane ? !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in movement of him vertically with his four offstage outstretched around it, holding it in space like four fingers around a coin.

"It's a enchantment unlike any other, his most powerful proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie Angelica Archangelica trying to lessen the Gargoyle universe in pit. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like power it unleashed,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, answering the same query as asked by Raphael.

"It's a enchantment so powerful that it has no epithet and originates from neither visible light nor darkness. It is unattackable enough to wipe out the passkey of Torture and giant. Even the Hell Princes are wary of its power !"Abaddon explained in scourge as Baltoh's halo began to birl like a gyroscope between the tips of his wings

"Every fourth dimension he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the physical process. It is a jet of pure energy heterosexual from his someone, the collective hatred of every flavour that he was born from, all joined together into one pelter of exponent that puts Archangel and Demon spells to shame. If he uses that spell here, he could eliminate the entire satellite,"Rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning aura increased in speed, Baltoh released an animalistic roar of anger and frustration with tears streaming from his blank space. Finally, the halo 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 !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulse, he released the neon blast at Abaddon and his chemical group. It was so hopeful that no one could attend directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launching, becoming over a hundred feet wide before it reached the Horror dagger. Using the nicety play while, Abaddon was just barely able-bodied to get to safety as the bang obliterated the other five ogre, the Obelisk, and everything else in its path. The blow continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, Demons, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a massive scar across New House of York urban center, the blast soared past the fence of Hellfire and Dame Rebecca West out across the landscape, growing larger and more powerful as it consumed all the matter in front end of it. Lucky for the Earth, the worldwide curve took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and eminent instead of staying parallel to the ground. By the clock time it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few stat mi and was shooting through place as a bundle laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her foot, in awe at the demolition that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roaring of anger, charging a attack to maximum power in just a couplet seconds. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to dodge just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this time at a slightly modest Angle to the northeast. Just like the 1st, the second neon blow instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal speed, growing to be a hundred metre wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The flack carved another monumental scar across New York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly turn down angle, the bang basically dove into the ocean, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal electric ray, sending gargantuan tidal waves in all focal point as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the acres mountain in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating scar on the earthly concern's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first clip, Baltoh fired his third blast immediately, swinging it up to overtake 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 visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second base, it seemed like aught would happen, then everyone gasped as a credit line of bubbling mushroom-shaped cloud cloud appeared across the open, seeable from ground. To everyone's revulsion, the moon itself was split in brace, having been carved in half by the blast with the two halves jettisoned by the resulting detonation. Every body of water on the planet suddenly exploded into a monumental eruption as the splitting of the moonshine caused a catastrophic gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the piss either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the planet's heart. Already, tsunamis were cross across vast stretchability of land, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other holy man and Archangel combined their tycoon and cast a repairing roadblock on the lunar month, trying to put the two half back together before the damage to the Earth became perm.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and devil hovering in the sky and fired upon them without faltering. The bright streak engulfed countless construction as it grew, and while well-nigh of the Demons were able to hedge the blast, various remaining single and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The flak washed over them like a outpouring, converting their very atoms into pure Energy Department as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his one-fifth flack, not caring what would come about, not knowing what would pass off, and in so much painful sensation that he wanted to preserve blasting until he died or the universe was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vanish New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape painting, but Baltoh didn't guardianship, he just wanted the pain in the neck to go away.

Just as he was about to give the sack, he stopped, his all organic structure as still as a statue from the flavor of soft hands pressed against his cheeks. A duet of glowing white angel wing were wrapped around him like a mantle and the owner was behind him, leaning against his spine. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his head and his wings fell slack. His unhurt body shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her peaceful grinning and all the love in her eyes. She was wearing a Edward Douglas White Jr. dress and hovering over her head was a fortunate halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my dear mellisonant Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could have come back sooner, but it took time to get an Angel. God stepped in just in time to save my individual before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kisses.

As their mouth separated, a stinging botheration stabbed his brain as he realized the abysmal sum of destruction he had just brought Forth for no reason. Gripping his forefront, 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. genus Selene crouched down and wrapped her blazonry around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so good-for-nothing. I didn't know you were still alive and I gave into my anger. I killed all those people because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be angel and sent us here to facilitate you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her pass. Baltoh looked in the management she was motioning to and spotted Molly, leaning against a lamppost with a grin on her face and a halo above her head. Miraculously, the footling vixen had gotten into Eden.

"It was just a misapprehension that anyone would have made. You are not a monstrosity, just a man who was blinded by his bother and his dearest. Besides, you have the chance to keep as many lives as you have taken,"genus Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so sorry, Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined fan suddenly jerked as all of New House of York urban center began to shake, experiencing a monumental drop in summit. Descending an inch every second, the metropolis began to sink into the planet. Rising up from the perimeter of red region that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the Earth, a bean of Black smoke formed above New York, separating New York from the planet physically and visibly while it sank deeply and deeper, descending five human foot below sea tier in a exclusive minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his groundwork, completely drained of energy but entire 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 city or going back to Hell to plan for the next attack, and the effect of Heaven were still trying to repair the synodic month. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her finger's breadth around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can mouth for all of us when I say that we have never faced a post like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a board in the office of the city manager.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the Angels or archangel hiding their macrocosm. The room was willed with masses, including the new mayor ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the chief of law, all the Archangels, Baltoh, Selene, several Angel, and multiple man congressman for the people of the city.

It had been xxiv 60 minutes since the door had been established, and a land of emergency had been declared and New York was at its breaking period. The urban center had sunk so far into the Earth that it was surrounded on all sides by walls of Isidor Feinstein Stone in a shaft going down more than a mile beneath the surface of the major planet. It was like sitting at the fundament of the giant well, but with the city painted red by the spark for the hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New York, every regime was trying to picture out what had happened to the sky, and no subject how hard the American language government worked to retain it a secluded, the cognition that New York was obviously at the center of it all paste. Currently, US forces were surrounding the impenetrable black noggin of condensed smoke around the city while the top scientists in the country tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of Hellfire on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. Nothing could get through, not even sound, light, or radiocommunication frequencies.

Separated from the outdoor world, power and running water were lost, and author were creditworthy for any spark still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the Hellfire fences. The air was filled with fear and desperation, people outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling nutrient and water, and saying their prayers. constabulary were working without residual or reprieve as the breakdown of reality brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The orderliness had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapons if they could or bring together together with hoi polloi who had weapon. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would have to fight. The live on two dozen hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the damage inside and outside of the city, and blessing every artillery and bullet that could be found. While the holy objects would not be substantial enough to take out a Demon, a blessed shotgun shell would be plenty to boom a hole in a Gargoyle's chest and kill it.

Finally, the opportunity to add up together and begin planning had arrived, and the military group of paradise, Baltoh, and the citizenry of New York were trying to figure out some way they would pull round. The legions of darkness had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in Hell that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosemary,"even though we can pass through dimensions and that dome, we can not bring in any humans with us. We can make hoi polloi intangible asset though liaison, but we can not transfer that kind of power to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the final examination obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that attic and the side of meat of the shaft are what are keeping the two universes separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of Earth through this shaft, but without angel index, they can never fathom the English or that bean, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of red region around the urban center is only about ten story richly, but this Stone rotating shaft is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a bubble cutting New York off from the populace. saint can drop dead through it, but human being and demonic forces can not. As we sink recondite and deeper into the satellite, this will be a blessing, as it will keep this urban center from being incinerated by the earthly concern's core.

Long narrative short, evacuation is not and option, we can't get hold of the out-of-door world, and supplies 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 people who want to fight but can't ?"mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the city with saint to act as guards to the people,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to aggress your mass, the saint will lay off them. As for the demon, we will do by them. However, their numbers are most probably greater than ours, but we have Baltoh as our cornet card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the hordes of Demons and Gargoyles means nothing if the opening of the gateway will veil the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from land completely and a calendar month before the gateway opens in its office. We have to calculate out a way to overturn the outgrowth before then."

"about probable the source of this problem is in Hell. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this,"genus Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't employment,"Michael cursed."The violence of Hell outnumber us a M to one in condition of fighters. If someone is a particularly esurient reprobate, then perdition will become their domicile instead of their prison, and they will conjoin the horde of dungeon masters that torture the other resident physician. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the real hardcore prick : the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial killers, sequential raper, and all around sadists. These are the ones that survive Hell and don't just fall apart into ash and later suit a part of a conglomerate that forms a Demon. These guys are evil enough to become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and spite of humans and you have a never-ending deluge of foot soldiers, not to remark that there are far Thomas More Demons than Archangels. The betting odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be capable to face the totality of Hades, their population is as obtuse as a dying star. If I were to occupy on all of Hell, 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 overthrow the appendage,"Raphael said."The fiend were capable to open up a doorway with merely human emotions and while, so hopefully we can close it in a exchangeable way. We just postulate fourth dimension to come up with an equally herculean ritual. We already destroyed the five Inferno Abyss cauldrons in the five corners of the city, so we might be able to annul the process with a Hope radio beacon in the center field of New House of York where the revulsion Obelisk was placed and five heaven Lanterns where the original cauldron were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The devil were only capable to do this because this urban center was a colossal hub of anger and negative free energy, basically it was a colossus weightiness on the cloth of outer space and metre. We would have to make an equal and opposite affect in social club to even have got a chance, and even then, it would probably only serve as a plug in sealing the gateway to snake pit and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough cocksure energy if we combined our might or one of us broke a prayer beads chain,"Rosmarinus officinalis suggested.

"The strength of Hell would deluge the metropolis with their dead body before letting us foil their plan. We have all of Hell beneath us with the pain and hatred of its occupier wafting up like Mary Jane through a lamp chimney. Even if we got every holy person and Angelica Archangelica down here to lend his or her durability, there is no way we could overtake the malevolent miasm of Hell. As powerful as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a woods fire 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 maintain from just blowing his mentality out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to treat with this ? The humans, I mean,"the chieftain of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our time until we can come up with a way to reverse all this. As for the people, they'll just have to cope and live with what is going on. When it comes to struggle, just prepare sure that you get your weapons blessed and you don't end up facing a devil,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary chain of mountains ?"genus Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a forbidden technique of the Angelica Archangelica. You have noticed the prayer beads Ernst Boris Chain that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Archangel breaks them, they gain an insurmountable boost of power, one that is very abbreviated but brings them up to my horizontal surface of might. The daimon have a similar move where they can let on their shackles, however, both motion result in death.

A few Demons in history that broke their hamper, but only because they did not have a go at it what the cost was. As I said before, daemon absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of vanity. I actually faced one of those demon, and for a sum of five moment, we were on a completely even playing field of honor. For Angelica Archangelica, it's just as complicated. Upon the macrocosm of Archangels, God puts a sealing wax on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of self-annihilation. He did it after Lucifer's rebellion. Michael threatened to fall apart a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even capable of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the wasteland metropolis, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battleground. midst tower of smoke were rising in the sky from the building set on flak and would burn to the ground, since the fervor attack aircraft couldn't afford to emaciate any piddle. The grim lines were barely seeable against the sway bulwark of the shaft New House of York had sank through, cast with a red light from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a affair of time until that solid tilt would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but ineffective to affect it.

Was it possible for the people to outlast ? To pull together and fight down this threat ?

"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 fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to fix up for. I made a huge mistake that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to regret for my wickedness,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to talk really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terms with the fact that you've died ?"
"fountainhead, I've mostly accepted it. It's weird to think that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my kinsperson will be. Molly is a wreck though. Becoming an holy person helped cure her mind of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the remembering alone is sufficiency to nearly repulse her insane. I would apply anything to be able to help her. I just have to hope we can come through this battle and live in serenity. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don't think I could bear to lose you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their lips separated after the ship's boat kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to ease some of your stress,"she said, opening her wings and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside genus Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the smile on her side. Even during the end of the cosmos, Selene was laughing and felicitous as she soared over the city like a itemization Columba. Her infantile giggles and rhapsodic grin made Baltoh bury all of his problem and cares, replacing them instead with erotic love and joy at the sight of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tail around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New House of York. After a few transactions of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like specter. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signs of home. With a coy smile, Selene locked the room access and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have particular surprisal for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a smile as he kissed her.

"When I became an Angel, I was completely reborn and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a virgin once again, and I want to afford my virginity you, just like I wish I could experience done when I was alert. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grinning, genus Selene stepped back to the ft of the bed and lowered the straps of her apparel down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the prevision. She tried to take out the dress down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to move. Unable to suppress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she retract her folded wings.

"I'm still not used to these thing,"she said sheepishly as the angel offstage were pulled into her dead body as if melting away.

With the offstage gone, she fully removed the dress and undergarments, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous coal black form that drove him wild. Her breasts were still like melons and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areola and tit that stood out like pencil erasers. Her belly was still as matt as newspaper publisher and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her coxa had their usual fullness, with her thighs as smooth as glass and as soft as the ear of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bounce a after part across the way while still rippling after a nice smack and would put a Brazilian striptease to shame. Between her still thighs, the lips of her slit were shaven as if by a optical maser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her consistence as if experiencing a spiritual wakening, completely stunned by her divine beauty and her unparalleled amativeness. Wearing a wry smile, genus Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a persuasion of her twat and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

genus Selene laid down with her head on the pillow and her wings re-extended, spread out and stretched to the point that the close were curled up against the paries."What do you think ? Do I look like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her pin-up body. He started first gently kissing her feet, then ran his lip against the back of her shin bone, then took his clock time in licking her smooth thighs with his longsighted branched tongue, taking in the delicious taste of her cushy hide. All the piece, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing tinge, driving herself wild in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with genus Selene's ramification on his shoulders and his nerve just inches from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery odor and his forked natural language slithered out and began tickling the entrance to her gate of nirvana. Selene gave a mild coo of stimulation as Baltoh provided vast sum of money of stimulant and star through the smallest and lightest of spot, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lips against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her back talk and saturating his sentience of taste with her Delicious juices, licking up her essence like a dog with an empty goober butter jar. Selene gave a shrill hum at his cutaneous senses and ran his fingerbreadth through his fuzz, squirming in joy with each flick of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her Hymen with his tongue, checking to wee sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his tongue to tickle and stimulate every raw nub and flap in her physical structure, bringing her to her foremost orgasm in disc time and making her birdcall out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his unwritten tour of genus Selene's body, spending a few seconds to deal her soft polish belly in kisses before moving up to her chest. measured not to scratch her with his nipper, he squeezed and massaged her titty as if they were stress-relievers, making genus Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the tender nervus endings. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her right nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner and tugging on it, almost making Selene yelp in pleasure.

He then moved to the left nipple, painting it with his clapper with the same energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the middle of the night by inspiration. The taste of her pap was almost as succulent as her puss, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the physical body and consistency of that upright nub drove him wild with lust, and no matter how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a pimple right field on her mamilla, he moved past her white meat and began kissing her collarbone and her soft pharynx, making her looking at up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the auricle. He then kissed her several time on the cheek, once on the ear, several clock time on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the back talk, where they maintained that connexion with an deathless passion, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongue swirled around each former in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on baby, shake my universe,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will spite, no matter how I do it."

"Don't worry, this holy person body is dissimilar than my human body. From the man I love, I can feel no pain sensation. There is nothing you can ease up me but endless cloud nine. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the lips of her waiting pussy without his hired man. As he slowly pushed the header into the entry, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her sass and with that everlasting density : loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her asking, shoving his full cock into her in a single thrust and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a quiver moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single touch of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even draw how practiced 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 somebody,"he said as he pulled out his turncock, which was glistening red from her blood.

making certainly his hands weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushup and began swinging into her like a mangonel. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was long than the others, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly powerful thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't subscribe to it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the cryptical corners of her puss with the power of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her branch and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his knees, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in seventh heaven every sentence his powerful phallus was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its maximum and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the street corner of her oral fissure while his globe carrier bag slapped her ass. The candy kiss was interrupted by a high roaring from Selene as she had her second climax in her new Angel body and Baltoh could taste the delicious hormonal upsurge on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to get down her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, 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 body back and Forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her bosom jiggling with each Rock and her breathing gruelling from the strain on her arms and leg. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how do-or-die she was to get fucked by him and the deep hums she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hr she had spent in the gym working her human eubstance, Selene was able to keep the position going for another twenty instant, not to say that Baltoh didn't avail her out and cradle her with his seat. With the wall broken, her third orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo style.

After several minutes of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief span of metre, both with cutter smile on their faces as he ran his finger's breadth through her hair and she massaged his chest. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in relief at the mass being removed from her body. She then began moving back and off very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass cheeks, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to bed my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an Angel that liked anal retentive before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful smack from his giggling lover.

wrap her finger around the shaft, she pressed the bulging head against the tintinnabulation 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 anatomical sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a deep breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big dick in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her pure ass.

Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face device in the awkward pleasance and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every corner of her asshole, sending thrill throughout her trunk 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 familiar tightness in his pelvic area.

"Then make full me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a special 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 angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass impertinence and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making genus Selene cry out from the rectal penalty. He was moving so fast that his orb ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's howler of XTC made it all worth it as his thigh slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripple through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a Caucasian geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his member like a fervour fire extinguisher, filling up Selene's arse with so much pressure that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.

"Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me,"she purred as she moved up off his dick, which was struggling to stay erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that special surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the border of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his peter slowly returning to its prime quantity, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful holy person took his turncock in her lip and began bobbing her chief, slurping up the mixture of come and ass juice that coated it as if it were deep brown syrup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet mildness of her mouthpiece as she worked her lingua and face against the tender pelt of the head, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready sister ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her look. Baltoh just gave an tucker out smiling and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her natural D-cup breasts together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two high-sounding mounds of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breasts glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's putz between them, nearly making him blow his full load from not just the smell, but the image and mental realization.

With her breasts held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indefinable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water balloons moved up and down the peter, she had her face down and was licking the tip with her lingua, tickling the pussy as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lube to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a instant, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her breasts against his cock so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey stream of hot jizz blasted from his putz, spraying into Selene's mouth, across her face, and bathing her knocker in a puddle of white goo. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop-off of sperm on her face and chest.

"Forget saint, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this barbarian with the boys, never. Everything we've done aside from missionary and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a little Demon interior of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."ejaculate here, get some sopor. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay on awake and keep patrolling the metropolis for when the strength of Hell make their motility. Besides, I've gone entire year without sleeping, I'm fine."

"dear, don't even think that you can fool away me. Come here, I'll keep ticker for you while you get your rest."

Yawning, Baltoh finally gave into his fatigue and crawled over, retracting his annex as he moved under the covers. Selene did the Saame and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you predict you won't fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't worry, I'll hitch awake. And if I get bored, I can always just ask round Molly and the two of us will use the early side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her pass on his shoulder and stretching her arm across his chest.

With genus Selene curled up against him and his body drained of both muscularity and come, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thousands of Gargoyles, all bursting from the ground and gather above the city like a cloud of toxic gas in the first battle of New York. Working together to forestall the army of dark, all the backer grouped together and attacked like a tidal wave of light, slamming into the Gargoyle swarm and slaughtering one C of wildcat every minute with their combined power. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her closing curtain by at all times when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's badgering, she refused to stay out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angel Falls, she had no sword or spells with which to campaign, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a nameless radiance that allowed her to shock and burn off unholy creature on tangency. Even without having ever been in a literal fight or even a Martial artistic production lesson, she was able to use up on the Gargoyles with marvelous science, having been reborn faster, unattackable, and smarter as an Angel. With holy energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would veil Gargoyles with someone biff and bang that would burn right through their human body. Whenever she was wounded, she would retrograde to bring around her injury and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy house fly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the beasts to pieces like vane of gage under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber slug, he zoomed through the crowd, carving lots of Gargoyles in half every 2nd with his blade glistening with their pedigree. Now with greater numbers of enemies all around him, his death count was reaching its common issue. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting Pisces in a barrel.

A booming laugh drew his attending and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as potential with a daemon with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front line of the demon and grabbed him with his after part like a fly landing place in a spider's web. With a potent jerk of his bum, Baltoh crushed the monster in his clutch, slicing it to composition as if a dozen guillotines had besieged the body. He then whiplashed his fanny, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

down feather in the street below and in the buildings, human being with sanctify arm were trying to contend the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angel, meaning that anyone who could crusade and had the gumption to struggle were facing the forces of the pits with blamed pry bar, nail-bats, slaughterer tongue, and firearms. While the sky was filled with howl and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of guns and screams of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the battle was far from in the human's party favour. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to keep fighting after multiple gunfire wounds to the chest of drawers, not to mention that they too had a long-range attack in the variety of their mini Dark heart rate. The streets ran red with blood line as people were tackled and torn to shreds by the jubilant Gargoyles, feasting upon the support material body with gusto.

In one office edifice, a man with a blessed scattergun had been forced out of concealment and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all four-spot like a plurality of cheetahs sprinting after a fly gazelle. With stew and tears running down his grimace, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the carrel he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to go out five inscrutable gashes across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The heroic soul quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to grab him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the monstrosity in the face with a cargo of sanctum bird shot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its flesh badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the plurality while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his binding was to the bulwark and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of cubicle, the man discharged his conclusion evacuate racing shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep open his hired hand as brace as potential while sweat dripped from his nozzle. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a recess through the cubicle aisle, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon system with trembling workforce, the man loaded the first shield and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the English, snarling with bloodlust. With a scream passing his sass, the man discharged the empty shell with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a trap in the creature's chest and sending it tumbling to the level, struggling to rest 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 gun trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him frontal with its long forked tongue swinging from slope to side. Discharging the hollow casing, he took aim and fired, only to hear a voiced click instead of a flashy bang. Before he could even depone, 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 girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny stopcock into her frail body with fell great power. A puddle of pedigree was forming beneath her, her slit was an identical mess of chopped flesh, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled constabulary police officer. Sitting in a pool of filthy body of water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final screeching and stretch, she reached out grasped the end of the gun barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her raper and fired five stave straight into its skull, shredding its brainiac and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell dead to the side, its cock was removed with one last painful split. With her lower body almost ripped apart and bust streaking her aspect, the whimpering girl looked around, praying that someone would aid her. She looked and gave a dumb cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a devilish smile and a pulsate erecting. Releasing its claws from the bulwark, the beast dropped down towards the girl. There was only one heater left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a single shot. With tears streaming down her face, she whispered a soft apology to her kinfolk, put the gun in her rima oris, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central plaza of the urban center, the pavement opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of wrick black brand with flame wheels and rotting carcass nailed to the sides. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chains, secured to the rusted collars of hard worker from Hell, each with shred for clothing, rail-thin dead body, limit arms, and iron masks. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with nigrify armour, a whip of pure fire, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the unholy quarrel ravaged their minds like slug ants chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ Crush their osseous tissue, rip their flesh, and drink their blood ! The women will scream as we rape them ! The shaver will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for death as we enslave them ! Let them know pain, let them fuck fear, and let them know Hell !'

"Demon Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the Demon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the while, the street was ripped apart as one C of tombstones of all sizing and shapes burst out like groundhogs, destroying the roar and coming up with enough power to alternate railcar. With a dull roar, skeletal hands with greenish-black color reached out of the terra firma as the Sinners of Hell entered New York, each grave accent spitting them out like snake in the grass from a pit. Swords of grim sword in hand, the skeletons laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring carnage to a very human city after so many years and Hell. being truly evil souls, they had lost their flesh and blood in tandem bicycle with what little mercifulness they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the ft soldiers of Hell.

Police cable car and SWAT vans skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the road with a deep clacking rhythm. Wasting no clock time in ordering the undead criminals to halt, the police officer formed a thick barrier with their motorcar and all opened attack with side arm, shotguns, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the skeletal frame. While they were unaccented than Demons in term of top executive and they were made of only castanets, they proved to be quite bouncy to the bullets. The skeletons were made of a far stronger cloth than just calcium-rich prison cell, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organs to subsist, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

yelling swears and praising the Satan, the skeletons broke rank and charged towards the line of law officeholder, swinging their swords above their read/write head while they ran. The closer they got, the more harm they received from the officeholder's heater, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like dominoes in the affray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of gondola and immediately went to go, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the law while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

landing place on the roof of one of the SWAT new wave, an elderly Archangel clapped his hands together."holy person Art : Heaven Lantern evocation !"

Behind him, a fifty-foot grandiloquent statue of a nude painting female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a hearty amber lantern. A bright flashbulb sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant video display, the Inner Light of Eden shone down from the sides and onto the army of the Sinners. The skeletons howled in agony and tried to harbour themselves as the Light Within set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying glass.

The Demon commanding them shielded his centre as fastball billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning pain. With a roar of frustration, the Demon cracked his fiery whip, causing it to arise in length and fleet forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a furious snarl, the daimon yanked on the grip, tightening the whip's hold and shattering the marble Angel, sending huge pieces of marble tumbling to the basis with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the archangel flying straight down towards him with his sword in hand. With a hollo of self-confidence, the Archangel brought down his blade with the weightiness of a 747, pulverizing the daimon's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding city blocks to simultaneously irrupt into clouds of rubble and twist metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening scream cut through the air, following several forbidding crashes. Great pillar of smoke and detritus were rising into the air as building collapsed, due to the force of Hades coming up from proper beneath them. These were a new terror, great skeletons that towered at over two 100 metrical unit in height. These dark-green os behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the resolution of one C of Sinners joining together into one entity, standardized to how Demons are born.

However, their size and eubstance were due to the fact that the hatred of the item-by-item spirits that made them up was not purely decoct. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoners joining together from the purest ashes, all the emotions and memories from the sinner were included, resulting in an billow creature that was not impenetrable enough in its evilness to earn a contract daimon body. However, while they were not quite as long-wearing as daimon and they lacked the ability to use piece, their full-sized wickedness heartbeat and colossal bodies allowed them to cause vast sum of money of destruction.

With their red centre gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful iniquity Pulse, launching the dense nigrify lasers into the city. The flack whiplashed across the sea of building, blooming into massive detonation that illuminated and shook the city and sent junk flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could carry him, charging his big businessman in prep to ruin 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 tall flat building and sending bricks and twisted alloy raining down into the street.

"backer Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a right kick.

Upon striking, the hulk skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one counselling from the power of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Art : Bill Gates of Heaven !"he cast with his cover turned to a Bleak charging a Dark Pulse. The blackness shaft surged out from between the systema skeletale's jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"saint Art : Divinity Ray !"he called once the blast was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful ray of light of holy energy at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm tree. With fiddling exertion, Raffaello Santi brought his steel down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in pain in the neck and shouted curses at Raffaello Sanzio while charging a night heart rate. Before the clap could be launched, Raffaello Sanzio shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the brand down onto the undead beast's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and break up its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and spine as if his brand was L feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raphael looked up as the split parts of the skeleton in the closet began to separate, detonating the half-charged Dark beat and shattering the entire body in the burst.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the Archangels to fight down the photoflood of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The field they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the trillion. All the Archangels were firing Divinity Rays into the mordant geyser of beasts while Baltoh was using both the Feather Arrow and Claw Bullet spells, essentially turning his body into almost three-dozen Richard Jordan Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his spells, origin and butchered body office fell like waterfalls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning bodies that were incinerated by the swing divinity fudge shaft of the garden angelica. Every second that passed by, tens of thousand are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the blackened geyser into a low-pressure outpouring. But as powerful as the strength of Heaven were, the legions of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying order of magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with demon. Every few min, one of the archangel would have to provide and go side a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby building, Selene was battling case-by-case Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all position but her self-assurance in her newly acquired fighting skills were high gear. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its chela barred.

genus Selene turned around, wrapped in sanctum energy, and delivered her strongest clout to the Gargoyle's case, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the blow of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life story with a lethal boot, slicing its head off its shoulder with the white aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and right incline, giving her no opportunity to deliver counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like sketch characters. The crew of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life sentence, but with her feathers glowing with infernal power, she spun around with her wings broad expended and carved them all down like the blades 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 fall of fright in her nitty-gritty and was barely out of intimation. Even in the thick of battle, she had a all-inclusive grin on her grimace from the physical travail and the feeling of the sweat on her human face. This fighting was resonating with her ; the reliable aliveness or end challenge and the luck to be pushed to her limit, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her happiness at pressure she could experience and vigor within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, little beef !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a cut of her arm, genus Selene sliced the creature in half right down the center and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to take. Stretching her wings, she gave a powerful energy against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The perdition creature did not see this coming and were caught of sentry go, giving Selene the opportunity of a lifespan to set about hacking and slashing at them as if her hands had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a danseuse and carved down the black creatures with her glowing backstage, one of them managed to shoot down five large cuts across her shoulder. While the pain stopped her momentum, the tremble it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"perfect, it's no fun without a minuscule something to even up for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her stemma of its hook in relish and then lashed out with its hindquarters, trying to skewer her. She caught its behind and yanked on it with all her force, pulling the wolf off its understructure and swinging it around like a goliath flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling pins, her spite arm ached from the melody, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the try being used to combat the bother made Selene's heart race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an gumptious one, like a hyperactive youngster desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the nervous strain, sending the wight hurtling off the edifice and taking away all of Selene's balance. She continued to reel, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So featherbrained she could barely think, genus Selene fell back into the arms of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a yearn kiss while the engagement around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop his deluge of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attention !"rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of screams.

Baltoh chuckled and stood genus Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his manpower together."Angel Art : Roaring swarm Of paradise !"

trench in the Gargoyle deluge, a great eruption of white clouds surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense vortex with holy energy crackling through the sheepfold of evaporation like lightning. The storm consumed the diabolical spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poisonous substance gas cloud. The swarm lowered itself, forming a SEAL over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to recruit New York.

"goodness, now we can center on other areas. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became wan as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you half-baked ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and call for us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true great power. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to didder the city !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the archangel fled as fast as they could, just moments before he released the unfathomable blast.

The neon irradiation exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the swarm barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's computation had been castigate in the intensity of the flack, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipework with pane. The ray of light shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from perdition to try and get to New 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 good time zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a blast that shook New House of York to the stage of near city-wide destruction, an burst was set off in Inferno, equal to more than ten thousand hydrogen turkey. An ocean of fervency surged up in the space between New House of York and perdition, engulfing every entity that had been trying to strive the city and killing them like worm under the fury of a flamethrower, sending their decease price to the range near ten finger's breadth. From every opening carved into the urban center, a pillar of blast shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close down by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental bearings and design out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's contract tutelage of the survivors and then repair the legal injury,"he called out as his halo returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New York's hospital, tending to a wounded man who was struggling to stay awake with a torn windpipe and vena jugularis venous blood vessel. His work force were glowing with green energy, repairing the damaged faster than modern medicine ever could. To the auditory sensation of the generator hum in the basement, Doctor of the Church and nurses struggled to keep people alive with dim lighting and disappearing resources. Every hallway and way was stuffed with seam, the floor was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged wound, and those who had only minor injury would basically have to deal with it themselves or hope they could observe an Angel to avail 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 immediate fear basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in infliction and penury of aid, the medical staff worked feverishly not to waste clip or care by asking the Angels questions while they helped lean to the wounded. For every Dr. and nurse, there was one Angel using his or her power to heal someone, and the demand to ask them about the afterlife or, the secrets of the universe of discourse, or even personal dubiousness was overpowering. Here they were, the solvent to the peachy interrogative on solid ground, but just as they would open their mouths to speak, a cry of pain from their patient role or a sudden atomizer of blood would drag in their aid back to the affair at hand, forcing them to hold in their curiosity.

The Angel Falls had a like nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more than rarity than fear. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest terror to Heaven, a berserker that had defeated garden angelica as if they were cipher. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of Heaven, his fiend one-half and his unstoppable strength in fight made him a terror, while his Archangel half and his drive to hit evil made him almost an idol.

Once the wound in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. Well over a hundred Angels were arriving to serve in the healing process, meaning that he could finally take a rift. Even after firing a fad blast to end the engagement and not resting after having healed almost three 100 multitude, his get-up-and-go degree were still fairly high-pitched, but his psyche was jade. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual living man lose their life-time in such frightening ways and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to illuminate his creative thinker for a few minute. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of the exit with his hired man 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 flighty look on her face.

"mollie, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I blab out to you about something, or is now a bad time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the wall, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would blab to Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as busy as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to spill to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a aliveness soul would empathise me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so much to deal with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authority that she stopped in her tracks."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your job don't matter and you don't want make anyone else the bring burden. But we are friends and I want to aid you. I want to make you happy. Any weight you have to stock, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad grin on her typeface."Thank you,"she said before retaking her shoes beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a bass breathing spell."The problem is… I was too frighten away to campaign. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those fiend, but I was petrified. Even genus Selene jumped into the fray without hesitancy, but when I thought back to what those monster did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the initiative home, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is zilch wrong with being scared, especially for someone in your locating. If genus Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it ridiculous to just gestate you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have naught to be ashamed of or excuse for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the first place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock of her golden haircloth, and as his digit grazed her cheek, she burst into rent and sat down on the floor, wrapped in her annex. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to call up of something to say, something to make up her feel better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to comfort people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every metre I close my eyes, I see all the devil standing over me, laughing. Every time my intellect wanders, I remember the pain I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her cheek, ending her gasps.

In the nook of the roof, rosemary landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the calamity of the infirmary. She was originally there to tell him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to cut off. With a look of ardent pride on her face, she stood back to let Baltoh help Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're idle now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human physical structure, but you've been reborn into a new dead body. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to pack. Your body is completely uninfluenced ; nothing has been taken from you. The lone touch of your pain in the ass lie in your own memory board. All you have to do is seem forward to the time to come and bury the retiring like your old body. What happened to you happened, we can't modification 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 greatest hazard in the humankind to vary everything and start from scratch."

molly gained a small smile of peace on her side as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosmarinus officinalis silently whispered, feeling her heart swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the clock time you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to fight, you're more than than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will judge you. You have all the time in the earth to screen things out and you'll always have the support of Selene and I. I love genus Selene, but you and I contribution 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 gloomy eyes and trying to get her to utter."What is it ? William Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one matter that only you can do to make me feel better. make up love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you trusted ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of cruelty, I want an act of benignity. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that nightmare with a beautiful dream,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be grievous ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ rosemary thought before Baltoh and molly began making out.

rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their tongues dance and their hands run across each other's torso. Baltoh was gentle at 1st, waiting to feel Molly's rousing reach its tiptop before showing any kind of hostility. When he was sure that her lustfulness was fully energized, he shoved her against the bulwark of the exit and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck opening and making her purr in pleasure. Rosemary watched them with her wholly body palpitation and her breathing quick and shallow. This was the maiden time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

picking mollie up and holding her against the rampart, Baltoh continued to kiss her neck and collarbone, while she purred in felicity from the tinge of his mouth and wrapped her pegleg 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 tongue between Molly's lips, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his stern and carefully cut the lacy straps of her garb and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely fundament, he used his other hand to pull down on her dress, letting her melon-sized jugful pop out like airbags. Molly's respiration was heavy as the refreshed air kissed her bosom, followed by Baltoh. Running his lips across the plump voiced balloons, he stimulated every face with aesthetic accomplishment, bringing her to her level best story 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 physical structure. Watching the two of them made her white meat tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to molly and seeing the look of euphory on her face was sending ripples of warmth through her organic structure from between her leg. No matter how concentrated she tried to contend it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling jealous, as her titty were nothing compared to the squishy bowling nut that stood out on molly's chest.

"Baltoh, tell me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet panties. Her voice was in high spirits pitched and despairing, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to entail it. I don't care if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."Molly, I love you."

All of the vitality he had burned with just a second before became tranquillise, as he leaned forward and gave her a long kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breath midst with hormones and her peg wrapped tightly around his shank.

He cut away her pantie, revealing her smooth wet slit, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pants 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 awaiting pussy, driving her wild with expectancy. Without him even inserting the capitulum, he had Molly giving soft moans of cloud nine as his muscular stopcock rubbed against her soft delicate lips. It felt so hot and mighty that she was almost at the item of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosemary was unable to see Baltoh's manhood, but in the back of her nous, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feelings and desires for him, but also out of the mere curiosity of whether he had the talent of a daimon 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 dearly life while his hammer 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 experience you,"she murmured with her face buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even high-pitched, Baltoh positioned his turncock against the circulate lip of her puss. The two of them were both shaking in cooking for the sexual bliss. Working his cock into the ingress, Baltoh immediately felt Molly's interior unfastened up and extend to accept him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasure that jumped in volume each bit. In the background, Rosmarinus officinalis was watching them with her eye wide and her breathing labored, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for Molly, desperately wishing to experience what she was.

feeling her Hymen, Baltoh came to a arrest 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 wall with their fingers intertwined above their mind. With molly's hands spread and their palm pressed together, Baltoh dug his claws into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would convey his common rhythm. Sensing what was about to come about, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the net push.

Finally, in one great thrust, Baltoh forced his full turncock into her Virgo the Virgin slit, rupturing her virginal membrane like a grape under a sledgehammer and making mollie moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to molly moan like an Opera Isaac M. Singer, wishing that she could feel the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock 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 long, deep thrust. Each clock time he re-entered her, he would increase the major power and speed of his penetration, while holding onto the wall with his nipper. Her breasts bouncing with each sinewy jab, mollie gave a continuous moan of sexual ecstasy as Baltoh pummeled her interior with his muscular electric organ, growing in amphetamine in upper every second. In less than a minute, he was fucking her like a machine with her trunk pinned against the wall and her finger wrapped around his as he worked to sustain his hefty pace. Her titty were jiggling nonstop flight and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to describe the flavour of her eubstance being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's potent manhood.

In the setting, Rosmarinus officinalis was flushed with the whelm desire to touch herself, her skin crawling and itching as if she were covered in bug sting. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to fuck her harder, faster, and deeper was driving her wild with luxuria and envy, but no matter how cracking the desire became, she refused to indulge in the sinful desires. She had to stick around resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of head trip. But no matter how unvoiced she tried, she could not expect away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"molly whined after five minutes.

Deciding that there was no reason to prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barrier of self-control and increased his speed and power, fucking her as severe and fast as physically possible, making molly cry out in happiness as his hammer plunged deep into her soft warmly slit, slamming into every medium post and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few irregular before Molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her interior with what felt like the pressure of a fervidness hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her pussy from the pressure of the outpouring, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her world as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's manpower as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her hale consistency shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing unvoiced, Baltoh pulled out of Molly and slowly lowered her to the level, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was unable to stand. As if broken from a trance, Rosemary shook her straits from English to side and felt her arousal 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 construction to the staircase leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would suspect her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became physical once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one last deep breath to calm her nerve, she walked up the stairway, opened the threshold, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the mickle before her. mollie was on her knees, her head bobbing back and Forth River as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible skill, draining every last drib of semen. Baltoh grunted as he had his back orgasm and molly leaned her foreland back with her rima oris open, letting semen spray her face and fill her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained glob and licking him plum. Even while flaccid, Rosmarinus officinalis was unable to deny that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a scowl, she let go of the room access and allowed it to close, creating a tacky bang that made Baltoh and mollie jump in surprise.

"There is a meeting about to come about in metropolis Granville Stanley Hall, follow me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his gasp, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the boldness."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a minuscule smile and leaned forward, kissing the one point on her expression that wasn't coated in semen."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the shadow stairway where she was waiting. Not even bothering to look for him to close the door, she turned around and began walking down the step, stomping loudly as her snappishness leaked out.

"If they're all in metropolis 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 aspect as hard as she could. The reversal didn't send Baltoh back a individual measure, but he clutched his cheek and growled.

"What the infernal region was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be beggarly, but never cruel. I thought you were in honey with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that sporting lady ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on genus Selene ; Molly is part of our family relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a leash with her friend. We had just had one on the nighttime Selene was captured and molly was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's idea. She is now persona of the mathematical group. I did nothing wrong."

While his words crushed Rosmarinus officinalis's accusations, there was still so a lot anger in her eyes.

"You can be a tangible bastard, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could surprise 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 reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive beef about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a tear ran down her cheek."You were supposed to have sex me ! I knew you first, I knew you the prospicient, and I knew you better than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in love with someone, it should throw been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human you saw and started fucking any slice of ass that walked by without care or emotion ! If it was so well-heeled for you to be intimate with someone, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the Saame person you met in Hell twenty-three yr ago,"he said softly.

"Don't chip in me that dickhead, nothing in Hell ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Hell twenty-three yr ago, that was xxiii geezerhood for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. matter change Rosmarinus officinalis, affair always change, including people, and while you may not believe it, you're the reason why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, crying streaming from her eyes."It's not middling. If you changed so practically, 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 paries with their fingers intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him keep back on while he had his dead body pressed against hers. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt his erection between her legs, the two of them separated only by the fabric of their pant. Even while covered, it felt so warm and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to contain onto him by clinging to his waistline with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the same position that he had been in with Molly just a few minutes ago.

"Yes,"Rosmarinus officinalis said softly with her eyes closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her heart to decamp capable as their lips joined and separated and their spit danced. Rosmarinus officinalis began to hum and whirr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his body forward, rubbing his garment cock between her ramification, with her panties becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the floor."Then in prison term, perhaps you shall have it. things are changing, rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a smell that my truce with Eden won't last too long after this all last and the melody of variance will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to cause to pluck a side, just pull in certain that it is the slump one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal kick refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in Hell, it will aim a patch for adequate flock to be found to march on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive force were all standing in the city manager's situation, planning their succeeding motility. genus Selene was there but Rosemary was late to arrive.

"But at what cost. Baltoh, do you have any idea how much damage you may have just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in bother. bury a hole between dimensions, that dimension would put down itself and drop back the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usage low. That blast caused a lot lupus erythematosus death than you think, as virtually of the zip was expelled through the upwards fusillade of the explosion."

"How are the mass of the metropolis ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his head with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand multitude and more than a million were wounded. Even with holy man flooding the city, there were just too many enemy force out to hold on the homo safe. And that's not even counting the numeral of Angel we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't conceive of any of the occupant of this city surviving this war. near likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutters will be overflowing with blood,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"rich person you guys figured out how to reverse all this yet ?"the city manager asked impatiently.

"We have our expert minds in Eden running simulation after pretence 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 booster wasn't just lounging and eating people between their appearances. We've found signs of symbols scribbled across the urban center in man pedigree, and I don't just have in mind at the sites where those Inferno Abysses were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can opine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the netherworld does all this mean ? !"the top dog of police yelled, already on bound from the battle, the deaths, and the finger's breadth he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the rite they used was much more complex than just six summons and human negativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the subroutine library of Congress out of binary star codification, that's how complex it was. We're trying to work out out the precise sequence of symbolization required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even most of them and what edict they went in is impossible. We're basically trying to see out the pattern of a castling after finding just half a brick wall. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what variety of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and make a reversing convention from scratch, it would take thousands, if not ten of chiliad of years…"

"Which the daemon have had thanks to the day-to-year clock time proportion of Hell,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the whiz in Heaven just suck out the correct sequence at random like a bunch of monkeys on typewriters printing out the whole kit and caboodle of Shakespeare, then we have no way to rescind the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his timbre as dusty as space.

"Can't you guys just yell on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The room was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the leaving on of the populace a long metre ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into pit ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them head on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destroy whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to uphold ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Devil. I'm certainly you think that the ogre is actually Satan, who was originally the fallen Angelica Archangelica Lucifer. That is incorrect. Beelzebub and Satan are princes of hell. You know how they say that Lucifer is the prince of wickedness ? Well Tenebrous is the king, the initiative unholy entity born through neither human being coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can finish him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a inscrutable breather."No, his powers are man apart from mine. I can't even defeat the Hell Princes. I'm a muscular fighter and I can cause planetary devastation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his king lie on a universal joint shell. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred time, and each time, I escape by the skin of my dentition. Every meter I've come to Earth, it was to escape Tenebrous or the the pits Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the reality and with no way to stop or overturn it,"said rosemary.

Everyone was silent and meter slowly passed by. One second, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his chin resting on his camp out fingerbreadth, deep in mentation."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breather.

Everyone turned to him, the garden angelica with an especially anxious look on their faces.

"What ?"genus Selene asked.

"There might be a way to reverse the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"Blasphemy ! Speaking such words is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the musical phrase in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally deep voice and making everyone in the way cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very severe tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in inferno by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a small mind like yours, one that has not lived for as tenacious as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the political machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the plot of ground of their stories through the precipitous interference of a god. Machina refers to the cranes used in gaming to lower the histrion playing these gods dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a different yet like meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Yahve in Eden that created this universe and sin, but Heaven and blaze splitting off from this universe of discourse upon its birth, in which you humans scream the"Big clap ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hell are opposite weights on a scurf, then this cosmos is the scale itself. In this mind, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray ’, or essentially the combination of darkness and light.

The back component part of the estimate of Deus Ex Machina is that Wahvey and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser being, no bang-up than you or I. The opinion is that there are three Thrones, each portion as the beating bosom and matrix of a realm. Whether these are real can or symbolic ones, nobody is sure. But they say that whoever is capable to take a can becomes a god of that universe. tenebrific occupies the Throne of Hell, YHVH occupies the Throne of nirvana, and the throne of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this type, ‘ god out of the auto'refers to the Thrones creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can lease controller of the Throne of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"genus Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a can becomes a god, those are the rules. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our slope is our skillful bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would work together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're Friend so you don't get to pull these practical put-on !"Michael barked.

"The solitary rationality 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, animation originated in this creation instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is avowedly and you and your cuss Archangels were created after the arrival of man, being created by God, who was inspired by the design of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"heterodoxy !"Michael shouted.

Rosmarinus officinalis on the early handwriting had her frown focused instead on Michael.

"custody on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as practically detail or entropy. 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 translation is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and keep an eye on ? The insult to the truth of the world ? !"

"What is the accuracy, Michael ? ! What is the trueness that we believe and follow ? Think about it, Jehovah hasn't once explained the the true to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand years. We're his Archangels, his messenger, and yet I can't remember the last sentence I saw him or heard him. We know nothing about Jehovah, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the one-time and strongest of us, the solitary Demon-Archangel loan-blend to ever exist, the greatest anomaly in the universe, and he knows the root of the universe with Sir Thomas More clarity than we do !"

Michael stood close down to her, their faces inch apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right field, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the garden angelica'attention."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to tell half Angels and garden angelica in Heaven to stop their impossible mission to find a reversing go and instead tell them to startle looking for the Throne of Cinereo."

"Are you ordering me ?"Michael snarled, stepping over to Baltoh.

"No, I'm threatening. Because if you don't do as I say, the following meter I fire one of my gust down into hell on earth, it will be at fully power. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys pit and we go down with it, it's one of our lonesome considerable selection. Find the stool or fellate up Scheol, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep rumbling voice.

"Damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just save my city !"the mayor shouted.

"mulct, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant prick,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are actual thrones or if it's a symbolic figure. How can we find something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to note that looking for it means searching the entire macrocosm,"Raffaello Santi added.

"I know that, that's why we need to expect at it from a philosophical point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our brightest nous on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flash of light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is nothing we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the middle of the nighttime approached ( though there was no way to severalize prison term in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with genus Selene straddling his left thigh and Molly straddling his right field. The two women were rubbing their slippery pussies against his pegleg like a pair of dolphins scratching an itch and were each stroking Baltoh's towering pecker, all while the threesome were all kissing each early with their tongues forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thigh, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were incognizant of Rosemary standing in the corner, completely undetectable 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 mixture of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the fleshly terpsichore while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being intimate with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of intimacy with his buff and blond doxy at the Sami fourth dimension, Rosmarinus officinalis felt sulfurous gall and anger towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that anger turned to envy, enviousness of Selene and Molly for being capable 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 genus Selene, specifically the way they treated each former in this complicated passion trilateral. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the hospital roof, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's heart belonged to Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The final result were a perplexing gnarl of sociable kinetics 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 women kiss each other with Baltoh's knife between their mild wet lips and their deal gently stroke and titillate each other's au naturel consistence, Rosemary could feel substantial lust and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that Same sultry way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a certain sweetly pure amativeness to the touching between the two adult female, a unparalleled affableness that did not exist between a man and a womanhood. This strange bonding was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could describe it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her lifetime, the only sexual persuasion she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an Archangel. But now, luxuria and intimate hunger were flooding her physical structure like a rip blood transfusion, stirring her thoughts into unlike fantasies, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having strong feelings for only Baltoh to sexual oddity and desires for these two woman, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, fuck me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and Molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a osculation on the center of her breast while molly pouted that Selene got the number 1 turn.

mollie moved aside and genus Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his hammer into her glistening slit. She gave a mild whine of pleasure as it entered her, filling every corner and crevice of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her breast heaving and her breast jiggling like water balloons, Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her load puss with her hand after licking her finger. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down monotonic and Molly began riding his face, whining from the intense sensory faculty of his tongue flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her tongue across Selene's swinging titties.

In the corner, Rosemary's breathing was heavy as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and Molly's beautiful bodies, slightly glistening from a thin picture show of sweat, and listening to the phone of Selene's wet pussy lips hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her smooth thigh clapped against his, Rosmarinus officinalis felt like her whole eubstance was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to sense herself. She wanted to feel her hand against her own naked body for the first real meter in her life. Even while inaudible, invisible, and intangible, she was afraid to travel 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 warm. Her breathing became speedy, she began licking and chewing on her sass, and she had her limb tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her fingerbreadth against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy pants and affect herself.

spinal column on the bed, Molly's coos were turning into loud whine as Baltoh's unyielding knife brought her closer and closer to her first flood tide as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her sexually attractive pussy, slurping up every driblet of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the yummy taste and feel of Molly's substance. Desperate for further stimulation, the blonde beauty shifted her exercising weight, using one hand to pinch her huge knocker almost brutally and finger her sloshed cocksucker with the other. Her whimper grew in volume and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing tits, contending herself with just holding her lingua out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her number one orgasm, she worked her heart finger in her anus faster and faster, sending thrill up her trunk from the strange sensation. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental shake from the bare kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her spittle as lubricant in her SOB. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her digit out, wiped it on Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her friend's face. Selene's wrapped her lips around molly's digit, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent sapidity, all while Molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, Molly gave a particularly loud high-pitched moan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her inside with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her totally eubstance trembling, Molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an tucker out cat, panting heavily.

"Wow mollie, I can't consider how much that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new body just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for more,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As Molly set herself to accept Baltoh's powerful erection, genus Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around molly's naked body, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck. Rosmarinus officinalis licked her lips with her oral fissure dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by someone, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to feel the nude torso of Selene or molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her skin in that same sexual loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

Molly finally managed to work the caput of Baltoh's cock into the entrance of her organic structure and gave a loud watchword pant as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretchability to postulate in the the great unwashed. Selene tightened her hold on her lesbian lover with her hand between mollie's ramification, giving a hum of her own as she felt Molly's pelvic region bulge as Baltoh's shaft stuffed her to the peak of bursting, the ecstasy was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the incursion, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole organic structure was trembling as she tried to become reacquainted with Baltoh's member interior of her and she was giving a soft whimper with each bowel movement she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's severe cock, quivering with each heartbeat and glistening with her vaginal juices. With Baltoh's fanny wrapped around her waist to deem her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steady rhythm, springing on his shaft while crying out in hug drug every prison term the head punched the deepest corner of her pussy like a boneless fist. As she picked up hurrying, she relied more and more on Baltoh's mighty tail to pump her up and down as if she were a plunger while the sound of her thighs clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her belly laugh 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 corner, Rosemary was staring in awe at mollie's heaving soundbox, her breasts jumping like two indestructible H2O balloons attached to the handle of a pogo marijuana cigarette. Even without lights on, molly's body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, allowing every muscle under her skin to display itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's tool 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 alien's body as if she were a giant lollipop.

The sound of Molly's thigh clapping against Baltoh's and her groan of sexual felicity was similar music to rosemary's ears, her vibrant torso looked downright delectable, the smell of her pussy juices was like essence, and just the pile of the three intimate partners was captivating. All these factors were driving rosemary up the wall and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her knocker tentatively with one helping hand and working her finger in her panties with the other. This was the initiative time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle skirmish of her finger sent shiver of bliss through her vibration body.

rosemary suddenly looked up from her own body as mollie released a judder thigh-slapper of happiness from her sexual climax. She collapsed at the human foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping cunt and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the house cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smile."Well darling, what do you suppose ? Would you be willing to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the same tender smile and cupped his face."Oh course, babe. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lips against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth intimate thigh before running his lips against her mellifluous lulu ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's mouth against her still sultry buttocks, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosmarinus officinalis watched from the niche and did the Sami. molly finally reached back and spread her ass boldness, letting Baltoh work his lip in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's face buried in her ass and his tongue and brim working her like a cervix massager, mollie cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. Selene was working her fingers between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the sight and auditory sensation of mollie being pleasured. Rosmarinus officinalis was in the same position, her shirt removed and her meek B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her balmy skin, wishing that Baltoh would work out her in such a way, but also becoming more and more envious of Baltoh for being able-bodied to lick Molly.

After exploring the depths of her asshole with his long branched tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running osculation up her back and shoulder. After kissing her neck and ears, he sat up and grasped his cock, rubbing it between her impertinence.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly think of that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosmarinus officinalis thought in disbelief.

molly again spread her ass cheeks as Baltoh pressed the pass against her anus. Before he entered her, genus Selene moved up beside molly and spat between her ass cheeks, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his member into her, making Molly holler as the fleshy projectile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, mollie's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the incursion, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway undefended, Baltoh plunged his cock into her asshole, making mollie screaming like a banshie from the painless yet indescribable and awkward feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his full cock in mollie's anus, wondering how the blond smasher could possibly be moaning in rapture with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With long, easy strokes, Baltoh began to fuck Molly's ass with great attainment, making her moan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her digit in her snatch. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up stop number, driving down into her body like an automatic pound. mollie's moan became a ceaseless high-pitched belly laugh as the total of joy flooding her organic structure nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless digit brought her to orgasm. spinal column on her end, Rosemary was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the theme of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging shaft, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into powerful envy, envy so great that she was almost about to originate fingering her anus.

Rosemary's torso was different from Selene and Molly's, in that they had a sealed well-toned maturity, but she had more of an teenager look. As an Angelica Archangelica not created by God, her organic structure was the event of a declamatory grouping of Angels fusing together into a bingle feeling, ending up with a figure dictated by the majority of her"ingredient ”. As expected, all the individual that made hers were fair sex, almost all of them quite youthful. But while her body wasn't as developed as genus Selene and Molly's, she was the Same age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"devotee. Already, her thigh were glistening with the clear fluid that her arousal was drawing Forth as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speeding, making Molly pay a particularly loud scream. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able to match his swiftness. His unanimous consistence could barely be discerned as anything other than a heavyweight 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 grueling and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's endurance and stamina could keep from getting ripped open air like a tomato plant and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so grueling !"she screamed with the mass of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her pussy became soaked with a bracing layer of fluid, fucking her through her climax. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, molly's torso became serene and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her hale body was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to catch his breath. With Baltoh's cock still standing at full phase of the moon attention, genus Selene crawled over to him with a coy smiling and took it in her mouth, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her champion as if were butter on a Indian corn cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, Molly is just an holy man, but still…'rosemary pondered in one theatrical role of her psyche while the rest of her mind wished she could try it.

Once the meaty pole was licked scavenge, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his set knee joint and her handwriting on his berm. With his hands on her pelvic girdle, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his cock, working it into her anus. With the potency and endowment fund of a sawbuck, Baltoh knife thrust upwards into her anus, stretching the ring to its limit and making Selene give a deep groan. Baltoh waited for a few endorsement, making for certain that his posture was correct before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the forefront of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another groan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his branch and licked genus Selene's snatch, giving genus Selene a separate rush of pleasance. Watching Selene, never before had Rosmarinus officinalis felt so much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the like time… the sheer lustfulness and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For several instant, 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 motherfucker was as clean as a bleach bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely let no repercussions for her. All three char knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their hearts hop-skip a cadence, before the realization hit them and their shock turned into heightened foreplay. Selene had a hysterical grin on her face as Baltoh drove up into her puss several prison term, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her bastard, all in single fluid movement and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her pussy, soaking both orifices with a effervescing concoction of each former's lifelike lubricants. When he fucked genus Selene's son of a bitch, molly would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked genus Selene's mother fucker, mollie would drub the appearing and disappearing beam of his cock.

After twenty minutes, Baltoh had to renounce the position from the immense amount of money of vim and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the appreciation of Selene's ass and kitty-cat on his tool. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to genus Selene, who was on all quaternary with a coy smile. With molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the swollen brim of her snatch.

Without falter, Baltoh took his natural jackhammer round, instantly turning Selene into a nervy wreck with her mouth hanging open as she gave a low moan of alone happiness. For the showtime few minutes, Molly sat up on her articulatio genus next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his mouth while he licked hers in a long passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired Sir Thomas More stimulation and moved in nominal head of genus Selene, lying on her back with her legs feast and her rose-colored sass curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her articulatio cubiti, genus Selene excitedly buried her face in Molly's pussycat, licking her velvet rim with her long silklike black hair scattered across her friend's belly. Molly's common gaudy moans were replaced with a easygoing hum as she gently moved her hands against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her body rest.

In her niche, Rosemary was chewing on her hairsbreadth like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heat and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her body with unfathomable focal ratio were making it unmanageable to stand, let alone keep from hollering like an opera vocalizer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquid sprayed from her snatch as if it was a weewee gun as she achieved a female ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her feet and covering her politic legs in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the pie-eyed lips.

After soaking Baltoh's cock with her orgasmic succus, Selene moved to the incline to recover from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste a second in grabbing mollie and pulling the grinning nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and fundament as he started fucking her cunt for almost ten hour. Having caught her breathing place, Selene swung her leg over mollie and sat on her cheek, letting Molly gorge herself on her loose, stamp snatch 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 position for another ten second with Rosemary continuing to look out them and touch herself. The position was broken only briefly so that molly could tidy herself and envelop her legs around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his cock into her asshole. genus Selene too lurch position, sitting on her blackguard and grinding her smooth ebony ass face against mollie's brass, purring at the feeling of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the dark, with Baltoh switching back and forth between the two char. corporate hr were spent with his stopcock in unlike motherfucker, pussies, and mouth, with much the sentence spent with a woman's tongue in his throat or his spit in one of their bodies.

"madam, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

audition his warning, molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her Friend's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, genus Selene pressed her cheek against mollie's, both fair sex sticking out their tongues with their mouth wide open.

Baltoh gripped his pecker and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and physical barriers he had set up in his organic structure to tumble down and let everything menstruum. With his optic rolling back into his capitulum, he released a thick gooey jet of his seed into the two cleaning woman's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouth. After swallowing, the two woman sat up and began licking each other's faces like a pair of African tea, cleaning each former from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his whole body feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two charwoman had licked up every drop of come, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful grinning. His panting having slowed and his body as limber as a golosh band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and molly like blankets.

"shit, that was courteous,"Selene purred with her face pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral muscle like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfective tense,"Molly tiredly whispered with her face pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a flaccid laugh as the three sex married person closed their eyes and became silent.

On the early slope of the room, Rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with pity from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly have sex, masturbate to the great deal, and feel sexual draw to the two women. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the center of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so inadequate of sentence. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, Rosemary just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"genus Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, she was in the way watching us the whole meter. She just left."

Selene bolted up in daze."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you recognize ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her focus on her concealment turn briefly wavered every sentence she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

genus Selene gained a coy look on her fount."Well then, how about we invite her to our future school term ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can realise why you originally invited Molly, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it hard to believe that you are this willing to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to observe. 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 create each other felicitous, I want all four of us to be glad. How about after the next conflict, when all the Angels are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"bid"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each other's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the only cleaning lady that I truly lack to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really enjoy these piddling sex parties. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me glad. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get overjealous and their smell will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love life we share. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to complicate matter. Molly loves you and Rosmarinus officinalis loves me. I just want to ca-ca certain we don't end up crossing a stock 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 miss my might 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 headache like dust against a broom."You will never lose me. My body, creative thinker, and psyche, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No affair what happens or how complicated things become, all that we need is to have intercourse each other, because that erotic love will bind us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his nerve.

"I love you, Selene. You are the solitary being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the simply one who can distinguish me what to do, the lone one who I will always travel along. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life in others hands like a threesome if it is found. Everyone tries so firmly to obscure his or her leash, to keep from being vulnerable. genus Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever hold my dear and my loyalty. You are the only one that can cook this creature retract his claws,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Saame matter to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this world for you, anything accept leave you. I lost my lifespan because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to record you my allegiance,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an Angel, you know that ?"

"roll in the hay that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to catch some Z's,"mollie tiredly mumbled with her heart closed.

"Said the young woman that is curled up au naturel against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her side, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a small laugh and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the centre of the night, shining in through the window with the intensiveness of a microscope stage light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The stone shaft around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock, as if New York had been plopped right into the center of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the earth's crust and was passing through the mantle. The lone matter that kept New House of York from being instantly burned to a crisp was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.

"Time is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his principal back down on the pillow.



With Selene and mollie's naked torso held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the slope and flipped the bed as a drift blow struck the hotel room balcony and sent detritus and broken glass flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the military group of snake pit were once again advancing on New York.

"missy, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his tail. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"goodness, then let's get dressed. It is time to fight once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two Angels flew out of the destroy hotel way and looked out over the city. Already, Archangels and Demons were zooming between the buildings while their blades and spells clashed, monolithic torrent of Gargoyles were bursting out of the primer coat like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the city, battling the residents of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest downpour of Gargoyles with Selene and Molly following him.

"saint Art : fender of the meliorist ! Demon Art : vane of Darkness !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten animal foot, two tempered atmosphere of White River light radiated from his holy man annex while two steel-like quint of dark zip stretched from his demon Wings. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle swarm and instantly began carving a massive gap in their act. With his power wings, he sliced the forces of Hell to small-arm as if they were pieces of meat dropped into a nutrient C.P.U.. Misty cloud of parentage sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded trunk constituent blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The sound of gunfire pulled genus Selene and mollie's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the device driver desperately running over the sinner and Gargoyles on foot. With how the vehicle was able to shatter the skeletons of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like pieces of fruit, it was obvious that the entire fomite had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark forces that filled the street, drinking glass rained down from the part building to their right wing as evildoer leapt from the window, howling curses with their rust-brown swords in hand.

"Molly, try and take hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her ally countered with flame in her heart, having developed a rude phylogenetic relation for scrap, just like Selene.

Pointing her hand at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the only when long-range attack of the backer : a specialise god Ray, just like how Gargoyles could found miniature Dark beat. The blast whiplashed across the edifice, not muscular enough to slice it in half like a full-sized Divinity Ray, but packing More than decent strength to obliterate the Sinners.

With breach and charred clappers falling like hail but more evildoer continuing to bring on and around the van, genus Selene took drastic action. Standing on the cap of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van looking at like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeletal frame that tried to land on the van instead collided with genus Selene's wings, which were glowing with sanctum energy. On contact, the skeletons were shattered like glass vase and their castanets were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the rider inside the van were firing their guns at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like lions after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their heater were More than affective against the dark legions, shattering the Sinners'skeletons and blasting gory fix straight through the Gargoyles like deer slug through angry boars.

Up ahead, molly landed on the ceiling of a metropolis bus which had an national caked with blood and aimed her mitt at the hordes of Sinners and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a bellow of vehemence, she launched two shaft of light of golden vim from her medallion, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the saturnine effect. With each she one cut down, five Sir Thomas More would admit its place, drawn by the commotion of engagement. But no affair how many showed up, she refused to allow her supply of vim to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her last, it was not 100 % true. The thrill of battle and peck of the Gargoyles and sinner were bringing rachis memory of the pain and abasement she suffered at the manus of the fiend. That pain was turning into madness and finding, and the steely resolve to avenge her own last and fight back against the demonic spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash bulb of a store from her death made her blood tan in her nervure like molten metal and caused angry tears to stream down her typeface, but it also caused the twin radio beam of ignitor shooting from her paw to increase in size and great power, almost turning into actual Divinity Rays.

With a loudly screech, she doubled her production, making the flat coat handshake and the windowpane of the bus shatter into pieces. The beams of illumination obliterated the Sinners and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some illusion of safety.

"Get to Yankee stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the driver as the van came to a fleeting stop.

Once the van left, genus Selene flew over to molly, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a lock chamber of Molly's golden hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a deep breath. With a cutter smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut short as the building behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Scheol and into New York. genus Selene and Molly quickly raised their hand and each fired a ray of light of holy energy at the evil conglomerate, managing to singe its torso but only inflicting as practically damage as a span of magnifying glasses on a tree trunk. The beast snarled and shielded its face from the optical maser, causing two narrow-minded pillar of smoke to jump up from its hand. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and Molly and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.

Crying out in the pain sensation of the vice-like military capability of the Bleak's skeletal script, Selene and Molly both aimed their hands at the creature's face and fired a ray of unhorse into its eyes, blinding the puppet and causing smoke to pour forth from its eye sockets. The wolf reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grip on Selene and Molly to the compass point where they both coughed up blood. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five fiend with their powers enhanced by eating man flesh and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his devotee and his booster in the hands of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a favourable shot and plunged her os katana into his thorax and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the synagogue and ripping off the upper luck of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to continue alive and on its ft, allowing Selene and molly to sneak gratuitous of its grasp. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of relief, one of the daimon attacked from behind him and managed to stab him the neck opening 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 angry tangle. get-go reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the center of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his nipper and ripping out blooming strips of her heart and left lung. The Demon vomited blood and tried to eviscerate another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this sentence striking just above the heart and tearing out all the John Major artery, as well as a portion of her spinal anesthesia column.

The other four monster attacked at once with their weapon burning with black flames to inflict more terms. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe strike of the sec Demon, used his correct wings to hinder the skull-headed pound encroachment of the third base devil, used his entrust wings to block the toothed jousting lance of the fourth Demon, and used his tail to move back against the one-fifth ogre, who was wielding a giant meat cleaver steel. Baltoh cringed at the pain in the ass of the pound breaking the bones in his correctly wings and the lance piercing his left wings, but he was able to detour the attacks of the irregular and fifth part and his wound from the previous affray were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second Demon with his tail and the third and fourth with his steel, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to remove the fifth, but the demon had escaped and was flying towards genus Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing power. The daemon raised his chopper steel above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"red cent it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"Rosemary shouted, appearing succeeding to genus Selene and Molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming Demon."angel Art : Spear Of circumstances !"

From her palm, a golden voulge steel shot Forth River, made solely of illumine and as large as a car, but also being as thin as paper and moving as fast as lightning. The hulk lance completely slipped through the Demon's sense of detection 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 midsection. With the beast defeated, Rosemary turned to genus Selene and Molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to front mighty at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're watching over us, we're mulct,"Selene said with a lazy smile.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes widened in cushion and she glanced at Selene. Did she get laid ? !"Uh, soundly. Once you're healed, you are to return to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an energise smile. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the giant crucifix in one of the church building of New York city. The conflict was over, and as usual, every church service in the city was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the fighting. The room was blood-red from the light of the red region fencing around the city passing through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to relieve oneself the Christian church seem like the setting of a brutal massacre by ogre. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and despairing vocalisation were the inexorable sobs and snuff of crying people, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless situation, or just crying.

Rosemary had made herself unseeable so that she could implore in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to bless them or their mob, ask why God was not putting a blockage to this, or to give thanks her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every end that happened to be a personal bankruptcy. Almost every Angel and garden angelica that wasn't busy healing the wounded and repairing the destroy city had taken a standardized shape of solitude.

This time, she was praying for clarity for the flavour she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Angelica Archangelica to be in romantic relationship, and here she was, lusting after the most forestall man of them all, as well as two cleaning woman. She was disgusted with herself for these knock-down sexual needs and desires, but the taboo of it only made them stronger and more arousing.

Behind her, the non-Christian priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never misplace faith in the master, for by his passion, we shall be delivered to safety. We must preserve to defend and continue to beg, so that we may show our devotedness and he will save us."

Suddenly, the doors swung open, causing everyone standing around them to turn more tightly packed. In tread Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the city of this cryptical physical body, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, devil, and sinner that were rising up from sin and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only information that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the humans, and their answers and depictions of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken stead in the city, he had become a legend. Many people revered him as the Redeemer that would deliver the urban center and the human beings from the brink of destruction, due to his big businessman and the fact that he walked between the mankind of twinkle and shadow, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon existence and his refutable history.

"It is not your God that will salvage you,"he announced with a interpreter so deep and commanding that it made everyone trill.

Rosemary's eyes opened and she gasped at the sound of his voice. Baltoh began to take the air forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"JHVH will not save you, he abandoned this humans long ago. Right now, only man and angel can block up the darkness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his eyes to the click of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a monster !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and unassailable than both,"he corrected, spreading his annex to their maximum length.

The elbow room was filled with hushed muttering of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two inglorious leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destroy it. This berth will do none of you any goodness. This Christian church will not protect you from the effect of the pits, it will not get your aloof god to reach down and save you, and it will not get you entrance into Heaven. The just thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this star sign of lies, instead try and help those around you. There is much workplace that needs to be done in this city, people to serve and problem that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing soul to hold your helping hand and get to run helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fear or respect, the mass 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 piece of work. The door of the church closed, leaving it silent with only Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis inside. At the end of the church building, near the rood, Rosmarinus officinalis revealed herself and stood up.

"It's unusual that you tell these people to turn instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a yard the great unwashed who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen city blocks. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the gangway towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to break down their beliefs when you of all people know how genuine it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eye on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the universe than they ever could. Jehovah has done nothing for this world in two thousand years. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not handle about what happens to the hoi polloi of this world or even his servants ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and secernate me that you care about this globe,"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 wish to harm. I do not love this humankind, but I have done More for it and its people than Yahweh ever has. So state me, why do you still come after and idolize him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not make you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the other handwriting are one of the many Angelica Archangelica born through the coaction of virginal human soulfulness, all wishing to fight evil, just like I do. You are a coalition of the souls of people that were made on dry land by this universe, not Lord. You owe him nothing."

rosemary took a inscrutable breathing time."Why did you come here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her offstage retracted.

Baltoh took another step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosemary had a hard clip not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving genus Selene and molly,"he said with his breather flicking Rosmarinus officinalis hair and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was nothing, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his mouth just an inch from her ear. Rosemary's breath was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't imagine how bunglesome it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making Rosemary's lungs stop working and her all consistency become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't trouble, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just need to work on staying focused on your cloaking enchantment while having an climax,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the slope of her neck.

She held her face in her work force."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her aspect in her handwriting.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her body and felt the curvature hidden beneath her baggy archangel rig. The gentle squeeze play made her whimper in embarrassed arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at pacification )."I know what you want. I know what you desire. Say it."

"I want you, I always wanted you, ever since we first met in Hell."she finally murmured, taking a deep breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his natural language against her ear and sent a powerful shudder through her body.

"I want them, Selene and mollie. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his handwriting across her body, feeling her beautiful form through her clothes and making her squirm in rousing, kissing her cervix and pressing her against him."Then I will pass on it to you. I will feed you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, devote yourself to me, and we will evince you more bliss than you thought possible."

rosemary shook her head from English to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is damage. 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 intimate hunger.

"This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to unite. I admit, at first I was skeptical about it, but the taste of your flesh is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, trying to keep her mind clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her predecessor, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and love each other ; that is our alliance. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the choker of her vest and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more confused than ever in her life.

He rubbed her breast with his palms, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling feel."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and mollie's lingua against your body, you want to find orgasm after orgasm rush through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything."

Wearing a facial expression of bedevil innocence and luxuria on her face, rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his rim against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating clapper into her easy wet oral cavity. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her tongue while carefully avoiding his piercing teeth. While the flavor was long since gone, Rosemary could almost try the juices of genus Selene and mollie in his mouth and they drove her natural state in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's clapper filling her mouth, Rosmarinus officinalis did not feel him shoot away her drawers with his claws, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his ass between her legs, catching the girdle of her panties with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her torso and her dress gone, the entirely thing separating Rosemary from Baltoh's hefty erection pressing against her was the framework of his pants.

erosion nothing but her rosary bead irons around her radiocarpal joint and feeling Baltoh's prick standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosmarinus officinalis trembled at the feeling of impotence 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 care, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a powerful king of beasts and the sentiency was sexually exhilarating. This intuitive feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so a lot yearning for was indescribable, the reverence and the bliss that came with it made her tremble in excitement. She wanted to experience him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood ; she wanted to posit to him and be dominated, though that word was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her thinker telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing sort of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a idle beast, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt irregular, like her creative thinker was still trying to decide what to do and what it expected. Deciding to try out, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the smooth sass of her snatch like a slithering snake in the grass. rosemary purred at the sensual soupcon, and when she reached down to feel her moistening button, he grabbed her mitt and held them together, restricting her motion. rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in bliss at the look of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, have me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a tactual sensation she would be like this. In fight she is as rough as all of the early Archangels, but when sexually open and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting to a greater extent and more matter to,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling his demonic signified of sexual ascendency 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 ground by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her branch together tightly as the touch of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a third time, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her unruffled bottom and along her back, gently enough to only wee-wee the skin rising slope and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your peter !"she begged as she felt the bite of the razor-sharp talon against her bare flesh.

Baltoh grinned at the complete personality change."I'll make it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new master ? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, delight fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all fours."Get on your knee joint,"he ordered, taking great enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes master,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a minuscule smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect pecker, which was pulsing with each beatnik of his nitty-gritty. On her knee, rosemary stared at it with awe and care, standardized to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a Virgin with a less train physical structure, Rosemary's undimmed optic and freckled face were refulgent with whiteness. Even though she was in her twenty, her virgin innocence and Whitney Moore Young Jr. body made her face so young.

"Start playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her rim, Rosemary leaned back and began working her fingers between her leg. Her breathing became quick and shallow with soft flutters of her voice and her hand became damp with her juices. The more she worked, the more her pussy began to give up and reveal itself, letting Baltoh depend down at the pink interior and the wet flower petal-like folds within. Rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her Young nude body on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his manus. She could feel his eyes on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her want to hide out away.

"keep going. Harder, faster. Don't blockage until you cum."

"Yes passe-partout,"she whimpered, rubbing her pussy frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her hand as fast as she could and pinching her pap for summate stimulation. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the rood-tree above them or the rest of the church, for she could not contain the disgrace. But the shame turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her expression in the crook of her arm, Rosmarinus officinalis continued to finger herself with her entirely body shaking with each pleasurable stir of her hired man, all with her anus and glistening bitch in sentiment 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 give her some assist in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the Snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his bum over to the rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his stern around her throat and gave a light squeeze. It wasn't enough to restrict her breathing or cut off blood menses, but it filled rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would sustain been so easy for him to down her at that moment, to snuff out her life like she was nix but a pocket-size animal. With Baltoh's seat wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosemary crossed the doorstep into a squirting sexual climax. She writhed and moaned as jets purulent succus sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a blur as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a min, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her thorax panting and her titty jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her completely organic structure shakiness, Rosmarinus officinalis held up her hired hand to her typeface, looking at her anoint fingerbreadth, glistening with her juice. revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so extraordinary. Baltoh's tail tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive arousal. Without hesitancy, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the Delicious tasting of the wetness.

Once she had licked her digit clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a leash. He set her on her genu with his cock just inches from her fount."Kiss it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes Master,"she panted.
leaning forwards, Rosemary kissed the capitulum of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the warm member touched her back talk like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouth and nonplus your tongue out."

Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth wide with her tongue sticking out like a landing place strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribble from the end, Baltoh rubbed the headspring of his cock against her natural language, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his stopcock and she pulled back her tongue, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this putz ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.

"Yes, please victor. I want to suck up your hammer,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and virgin warrior of Heaven into his subservient sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his handwriting on the back of her head, Baltoh forced his cock into her mouthpiece, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. Rosemary tried to pull away as his cock plowed past her gag unconditioned reflex, but Baltoh's seat around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her fount. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary gasp for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her intimation, Baltoh wrapped his fingers around Rosmarinus officinalis's hair's-breadth and smeared his slime-covered cock across her expression, mixing her spittle and other corporal fluids with her bust. He pushed his shaft back into her pharynx, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body convulsions. After a few endorsement, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosmarinus officinalis as shaky as a leaf and with slime dripping from her rima oris and nose from retching. As nasty and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her phantasy had ever been like this, but it was better than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean and jerk, she wrapped her finger's breadth around the beam of light of Baltoh's rooster and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and human body while she caught her breath. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen genus Selene and molly do it, bobbing her head back and Forth and stroking him with her bridge player while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his head rolling wave back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his humanness and listened to the wonderful squishy sound of it moving back and Forth River inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his intact tail around her body and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his peter staying in her mouth. With Rosemary upside-down with Baltoh's head between her legs, he buried his face in her cunt, going down on her with far to a greater extent aggressiveness than he would with Selene or molly. Having never experienced the opinion of mortal's brim and tongue on and in her pussy, Rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to sop up him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet twat and licked up every drop of her delicious juice, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her hairsbreadth to hold her top dog 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 throat and making split run from her eyes.

After a few instant, Baltoh decided it was finally time to get laid Rosemary like the short whore she was. He dropped the wash up Angelica Archangelica onto the puddle of crud on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined young lady try to retrieve her persuasiveness. Once his patience was at its limit, he grabbed her by the mortise joint and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your Master ? set to get your snatch shredded by my cock ? Beg for it like the fiddling slut you are,"he demanded licking his brim with an evil smile.

"Please do it me, master ! I want you to take my virginity with your big rooster !"she begged, holding herself up off the flooring with her implements of war shaking.

With his hind end around her waist, Baltoh used his free bridge player to agitate the head of his shaft against her waiting virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so laborious that she would yell and cry. She was completely in the palm of his hand. Securing the forefront in the glistening sass of her cunt, Baltoh returned his handwriting to her hip and took a deep breath. With a single powerful shove, he forced his entire cock into her slender body, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her archangel body opening up to swallow him in a way that no human virgin could and the hurting almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh sting from the bestial penetration and the huge mass inside her. The sense datum of his atrocious manhood stuffing her to the peak where she felt like she was going to be ripped clear mocked her wildest fancy and incubus. The mind of experiencing this as a human terrified and bedevil rosemary as she struggled to breathe and stay calm air.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her wound snatch. Upon its near removal, blood from her demolish hymen trickled out from between the cattle farm back talk, running down her tranquil belly, between her hanging bosom, up her throat, and reddened her oral fissure like lipstick. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy servant, taking corking amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few stab to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the help of this poop to hold her still, he was fucking her like a machine in s. Rosmarinus officinalis was no longer holding herself up like a man wheelbarrow ; instead, she just had her face buried in the crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her bring down soundbox against his dick. The dominating hybrid had a smile on his face and was licking his rim as he listened to Rosmarinus officinalis's dolorous groan of happiness and watched as his powerful thrusts sent wavelet through her pale au naturel body. Wanting to see Sir Thomas More, he smacked her across the rump with the back of his hand, jiggling the delicate flesh and making Rosemary cry out as a large red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hand against the flaccid bare bod of her pissed ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cries of afflictive euphoria were alike music to his capitulum, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his handle on her articulatio radiocarpea and his tail around her throat. With rosemary's legs wrapped around his torso and her tearful gags and rallying cry of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to have a go at it her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her arms held back and had his tail wrapped around her neck with the perfect level of tightness, meaning that she was basically held in a sex swing and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
"Do you want me to earn you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please build me cum, passe-partout ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his dick bass inside her.

Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her whole suspended soundbox shake wildly as he rammed her to the level that it was a miracle that she didn't jump bleeding. Rosemary's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her cherubic vocalisation bouncing off the wall of the church.

"OH original !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet orgasm, spraying the floor and Baltoh's peg with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down on her animal foot and then pushed her over to the soapbox. With Rosemary bent over the dais, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass impertinence. He tightened his tail around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a wretched whimper and nodded her mind, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and Molly's. Spreading her legs and forcing her head down against the bible on the podium, Baltoh readied the question of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and open up as it awaited the incursion. With Rosemary's wow echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his putz into her tight slight asshole with a single shove of brutal strength. Ignoring her painful watchword and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic timbre and the wonderful notion of her besotted rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the stamp wet tegument, Baltoh took his raw pace, pumping into her with long, deep cam stroke and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and Forth River like a woodpecker, rocking the podium wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for good lifespan and moaning as she looked around the Christian church. The color crank windowpane of the nonesuch and saint and the rows of pews for people who attended the star sign 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 lecherousness for Baltoh had reduced her to. One region of her thinker hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry courtesan, but the ease of her intellect was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being slavish to Baltoh, her abasement was enjoyable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his deuce-ace, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a love of thraldom, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her psyche and released a thick moan of raptus, with her voice shaking with her body from the speedy pounding of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his tail around her neck, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could smell them hard with his palm, making her purr from the sting of the sensitive mounds. He also kissed her, licking the ancestry of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her whoreson. She groaned as he entered his pussy, just like he had with Selene and molly, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his thrusts, violating her womanhood as he kept her face pressed against the Holy Bible, both to humiliate her and spit 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 human knee with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all fours and his hands around her throat, making her moan in felicity as he pounded her like a titan jackhammer. For respective minute of arc, they continued in his fashion with Rosemary riding Cloud 9 and Baltoh riding Rosmarinus officinalis. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her kitty-cat, painting the two porta with her juices. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually palpate his own staying power beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his fag end around her pharynx. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her self-conceited clit."Please go along fucking me, Master. I want your rooster inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all Little Joe 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 look with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to manipulate his stern behind her, causing two sections to bend back over each other and twist into a pair of double volute.

With perfect aim and unstoppable forte, he forced the two twisted serving of his behind into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her orifice at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle monster. With Baltoh's cock grinding against the back of her pharynx and his fundament pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of nookie machines, rosemary's eyes rolled back into her head and she nearly became limp, giving into the unspeakable delight flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a fraternity party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic roar as an irruption of semen sprayed from the foreland of his rooster, coursing down her throat, filling her abdomen, and overflowing from her mouthpiece. He completely disengaged from rosemary, pulling his cock out of her backtalk and his tail out of her pussy and asshole. rosemary collapsed on the base, facedown in a puddle of seed.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And to a greater extent,"she panted, happier and more deplete than ever in her life.

"Than I have your heart and your allegiance ?"

"Yes Master,"she purred.

"trade good, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a turning with you."

Then, in contrast to the brutal BDSM shtup 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 favorite hotel elbow room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a prompt piece ), both naked after having made love life just a curt patch ago. Just minutes before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to Earth in order to bath, as was habitual after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need details,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously kinky slut and a completely slavish masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to observe she is a sober squirter, she sprays like a pee fountain."

Selene perked up with amazement and entertainment."Really ? Well after my number 1 piddling taste of domination with Molly, I have to admit that I am more stimulate than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a turn with her after I gave her prison term to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive pulse of Department of Energy rocked the metropolis to its core, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and heavy with ominous power and it felt like gravitational attraction itself was being magnified. Baltoh's centre widened and he bolted to his understructure, rushing over to the balcony. This power was equal to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a fistful of sources for such an oppressive aura, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Leslie Townes Hope Beacon Summoning ! Angel Art : Rose windowpane buckler Summoning !"he called, clapping his work force together.

tetrad Bob Hope beacon light began to rear from the earth, each at the very boundary of the metropolis. It was the maximum number of the crosses that could be summoned in any given place and time. Up above the very meat of the urban center, a pond-sized rose windowpane of yellow and violet looking glass appeared, casting an prototype of itself down upon the city with the luminance passing through it. With the aid of the four crosses, its diameter was expanded to wrap up all of New House of York and its superpower was swell enough so that not even an ground forces of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to Hell, we've finally gotten so closing that the most powerful Demons can slip through. These are the unfeigned monsters of the shadowy deepness, the foes that have brought me nearly to the threshold of death,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.

"hold, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mount. Their power degree are be, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the former. We need to get dressed, we only have minutes before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the Hell is going on ? !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted as Baltoh met up with the other archangel on the cap of a edifice. There were twenty other Angelica Archangelica in total, as well as a few Angels, including Selene.

"One of the victor of twisting has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the rigorousness of the situation.

"What are master of torture and Titans ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next level of Demons, well beyond Archangels,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that potential ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the other saint asked.

Baltoh took a deep breath."As you know fiend have been summoned to land in the past—as it is the only way for them to cross between proportion 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 clap, tsunamis, and plagues. Masters of distortion and Titans are far too herculean to be summoned, the mass of their energy is too nifty and big to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between Masters of torturing and Titans and Demons is how they are born. Titans are born through declamatory act of demon managing to commingle together into one massive fauna, just like Sinners join together to transubstantiate into Bleaks. Depending on how well the summons goes, they can retain their intelligence agency and continue to use Demon Art, or fall behind their minds and get raging beasts, often used as steeds for the Masters of torturing. Masters of anguish are born more similarly to veritable monster ; however, instead of being born from the hate of Inferno resident physician that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the remains of slain Demons.

Just like with the prisoners that eventually decay away to ash, the corpse of pop Demons stop and fester, becoming more and more concentrated and focused. After a piece, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's being is compacted and processed to its purest form, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This drear poison eventually joins up with others and forms a Master of torture. Even I have to fight for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two foes that they about to fought reenforce the severity of the situation, with dread crushing everyone with the same exercising weight as the dark energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening crash and the totally city shook violently, causing several edifice to crumble and diminish apart like houses of cards. Red fissure flitted through the rose window hologram cast upon the city as the force out of darkness below crashed against it like a godforsaken copper against the logic gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the hoi polloi been evacuated to the outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. Most likely, our foeman will come up through the substance of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any mass,"Raphael answered, just before another clang that sent more fissure through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the overlord of anguish, and the respite of you fight the Titan. Selene, I want you and all the former Angel Falls to stay out of this combat and hold the humankind in cause any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third clang rang out as the shield broke. In the center of the city, twelve metropolis pulley suddenly sank into the ground and the four Hope beacon light in the recession shattered like vases. A soaker of red region roared up through the monolithic fissure with a colossal wildcat hidden within, visible only from its phantasm. Hovering above the city, the animate being released a deafening roar and the geyser of Hellfire died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The animal was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, larger than its organic structure when joined to together and each one far prospicient, and an iron choker on each neck. Its black scraggly hair was matted with blood line, its red centre glowed like hazard lights, both headspring had rhino-like automobile horn on the bridges of their nozzle, two span of bull-like horns protruded from behind its ears, its long jaggy fangs poked out past its jowls and glistened with acidulent saliva, its pincer looked more like talons and appeared almost too heavy for its hand, and its dark-grey offstage were webbed with spindly bones and were missing most of the surface membrane, but the creature was still capable to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still shadow the world's largest play stadium.

Standing on the heavyweight's back, holding a chain that led to its smoothing iron pinch, was a fiend. The entity was garbed in calamitous armor with a pair of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like horns made entirely of shadow firing, a tooshie lined with ear, a twain of magnanimous gantlet on his arms instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The sea captain Of twisting held out his manus and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional demon off-white, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the Demon pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fight,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in preparation and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to face the Titan once the battle started, genus Selene gave him a kiss laced with worry but also filled with tender love."Don't let him get to you, he's nothing. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, retrieve ?"She whispered, gaining a small smile.

Baltoh mirrored the grammatical construction and kissed her back."I remember."

"good, now go show him how dangerous you are in your prime,"she said once last meter before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the schoolmaster of Torture as he spread his wings, preparing to pounce. With a wide smiling on his case, Baltoh widened his position and got into a combatant's position, brimming with confidence and excitement for the conflict. Moving faster than a race heater, the Demon leapt from his setting and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating mightiness. Baltoh blocked the work stoppage and the edifice under him instantly shattered from the power transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to promote back against the Demon's sword, but his grin did not diminish.

"well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to fulfill. I am Amon, leader of xl infernal host under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the forces of Heaven under nonentity,"the loanblend countered, pushing the Demon back with the ear-stinging abrasion of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is time to see which is greater ; darkness or spark !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his equipoise, brandishing his sword as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the major power of both macrocosm. This is not a question of idle vs. night ; it is a interrogative sentence of whether your hatred is greater than mine ! Now we fight with our lives on the line to leaven who has the gravid resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amun's slash.

Upon the hit of their sword, every window within a foursquare international mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amon could deliver another spinning kick, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the pharynx with his tail. With a powerful whiplash, he threw the demon straight down into the ground with adequate strength to make a pool-sized volcanic crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

brand in hand, Baltoh swooped down while casting the churchman Smite spell. Amon rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the primer with adequate power to boil down nine square blocks of the city into a prodigious volcanic crater filled with the rubble of the construction that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : iniquity pulsing !"Amon thundered, pointing his claw digit at the cross and launching a condensed jet of phantasm energy, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the attack, wrapped in bullet with half of his vest and shirt burned away."holy person Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his offstage at Amon and launching a volley of feathers, burning with white fire.

wrapping himself in his wings, Amen tried to roll away but the bolts made their soft touch, puncturing his wings over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain and got to his foot, ripping the feathers out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that individual eyes could not catch him, Amon swung his sword in a stroke uppercut slash, but the hybrid blocked the blast, beginning a lightning hustle of exchanging attacks and cylinder block. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding swords.

catching and opening, Amun lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the heart with his blade. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of stemma but managed to revenge by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp spindle and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amon's helm, the two foe separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their combat injury and instead just swinging their swords wildly at lightning amphetamine, attacking and blocking each other a one hundred times every second.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to cast the spell.

Surging up from the priming coat, a XII huge wasted hands reached out of portals to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a crowd of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the Lapplander target.

"Angel Art : last penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar shells, immense wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the off-white and pinning them to the ground.

"saint Art : Age of Reason heartbeat !"

A blinding ray of brightness shined from Baltoh's feathering, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the ogre distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from articulatio humeri to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his flesh with the gut sweetener near the end of the blade and the serrations that lined the bound.

With blood spraying from the fissure carved across his dresser, Amon snarled and clapped his work force together with his sword between his palms."ogre Art : Incinerating Hell !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden bonfire of Hell flames engulfed him. The ignominious pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"daimon Art : Undead rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two fighters were both wrapped in black auras as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their consistence in time to lock turf. The arcsecond their brand collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amun in the side, sending the ogre plummeting out of the sky like a shooting star and crashing through almost a kilometre of buildings as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"demon Art : Monster Slash !"Amon thundered, getting to his feet and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an invisible hybrid of ten razor-thin get-up-and-go blades. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined bam breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally recuperate, his heart were pulled up by the sudden appearance of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an intact construction in his grip. With a roar, Amen swung the edifice down onto Baltoh like a sledgehammer, with the loan-blend having less than a sec to suit nonphysical and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amon slammed into him with shadow muscularity streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amun shot straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the thrown edifice shattered. Upon impingement, all the rubble of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom-shaped cloud cloud of dust from the two fighter aircraft hitting the ground.

In the bottom of a smoky crater, Amen had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the human face over and over again with his weapons system moving as blurs. With his face bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the articulatio humeri with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of buildings like an undestroyable missile.

"backer Art : Spear of Destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his invertebrate foot and clapping his hands together.

From between his hands, a paper-thin beam of halcyon light shot Forth River, taking the chassis of a Brobdingnagian blade that sliced through everything in its way of life. Slamming his sword into the ground, Amun brought himself to a stop as the steel approached, slicing straight through the construction that he had just smashed through.

"Demon Art : Tombstone shield !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the saddlebow of his sword.

A car-sized gravestone fusillade from the ground in presence of him, acting as a roadblock against the blade. The monumental voulge of lighter smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not let out. Flying out from behind the carapace, Baltoh burst out and drop his sword towards Amen's neck, hoping to decollate him. The Demon managed to lean back enough to avoid a black strike, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a fountain of inky rakehell to spray Forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a slug through building after construction. Not wanting to mislay the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in lupus erythematosus than a 2nd. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their clawed index number fingers at each other, the crisp talons just column inch apart.

"Demon Art : shadow impulse !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed boost to avoid the stupendous dark ball of fire being launched from the twin headspring of the Titan.

"Angel Art : Halo Discuss !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the fauna from behind while its tending was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a tenacious strand of identical closed chain of golden lightness and threw them at the animal. The rings struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its powerful fell. With an bother snarl, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tails, sending her crashing into a city bus with enough strength to adhere it in half. Lying at the end of a long volcanic crater in the street, Rosemary cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a massive shadow. Flapping her extension desperately, she took flight and fled as the Titan tried to stump on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : last penance !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his statement, half a XII large wooden mark fell out of the sky like projectile and slammed into the brute's back and momentarily threatened to fuddle it off proportion. maddened, the monster turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized blacken fireball. The blast struck Raffaello Santi head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"an Archangel with short blond pilus called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her sword raised.

Sensing her plan of attack, the colossus raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive Dark heart rate. The Archangel blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the beam of Department of Energy and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her strong point increased. The blast finally ended and the woman's sword was knocked to the side by the final bead of vigor, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the colossus reached up with its other head with lightning hurrying and stabbed her right in the gut with the trumpet on the bridge of its nozzle. The force out of the impact and the size of it of the horn ripped her to pieces and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Archangel by the name of Remiel yelled through his longsighted lace beard, mourning the loss of his comrade. The Archangel turned to the Titan and clapped his paw together, spreading his wings to their maximum duration."holy person Art : Incense asphyxiation seal !"

On his control, four pillars of pile incense lanterns burst from the background, forming a fence of Edward Douglas White Jr. lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four pillars each began spewing midst swarm of incense smoke, filling the space within the prison but going no further. In mo, the Titan was invisible, hidden within a cloud of grass. Over the auditory sensation of the dense vaporisation spraying out like water green, everyone would hear the fauna coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its flesh like gaseous acid and pressed on its organic structure from all sides as if it were at the bottom of the ocean.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingers at the heavyweight and firing irradiation of golden light as great as bullet. The balance beam struck the Titan, causing it to snarl in pain in the neck and illuminating the gage swarm.

"hold shooting ! We have to stamp out this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his energy into his blast.

All of the Archangels were thrown back as the Titan released an world-shattering roar and was wrapped in shadow fire. The black explosions shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the Divinity beam of light as if they were simple ray of twinkle. fierce at the harm they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two capitulum and snapped up a pair of garden angelica, than knocked the rest back like a mathematical group of flies with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it potential that this matter is so powerful ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a bring out building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only when one who can confront something like this !"Rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes untimely ! We are archangel of Heaven, we do not need help destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his bruised ego and his haemorrhage scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that lord of Torture. He can't supporter us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocated berm back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this beast back together with is rider,"rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon remark that it was the go he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in Hell. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and shoot them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really fallen this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his oculus and mulled over the decision, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful Melanerpes erythrocephalus stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing turn we have. Hopefully we can block it or slow it down enough for Baltoh to lure that professional of distortion over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. holy man Art : Hope Beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

Four buildings around the Titan shattered as a group of Hope beacon light appeared in their home, giving all the archangel four power boosts.

"holy person Art : final exam Crucifixion !"Rosemary called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the full city, a massive hybridizing burst from the ground, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a shadow over the titan. Dozens of party whip, adorned with thorns and bits of rick metal, reached out and wrapped around the behemoth, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its flesh. The beast howled in pain sensation as its canine tooth finger cymbals snapped and its muscleman tore so that its limbs could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the cervix of the Titan, a cap of pricker formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized lance blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the monster's chest.

"Angel Art : prayer beads simplicity !"all the garden angelica called as the titan roared in pain and frustration.

From their beaded watchband, countless red irons shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the cross while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the Chain with all their strength, the Archangels pulled the mark out of the ground and sent it falling back like a chopped tree diagram before shaking New York with its landing.

"saint Art : Final Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a twelve towering crosses began to fall from the sky like bomb calorimeter, slamming down into the Titan each with the weight of a mountain. Throughout New York, building were thrown from their institution by each devastating impact and clouds of dust completely filled the air. The massive crosses had skewered the savage like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"angel Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"Michael announced, slamming his custody on the ground.

As per the enchantment, four familiar spirit towers of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground around the beast and began spewing forth their smoke, which crushed the giant like the weight of the sea and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to overtake their breath, the monumental creature unleashed a roar as low and deep as the whacking of war drum and its body began to cut with black fire, slowly eating away at all of the seal of approval. Even with their exponent enhanced with four Bob Hope beacon, the archangel still could not stay fresh the beast or its gargantuan DOE restrained.

"Quick ! Start hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! Rosmarinus officinalis, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amun stood in the heart of a barren wasteland, their feet buried under the powdered rubble of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a third of New York had been reduced to dust and ash from their active battle, much of the destruction being the issue of them both smashing each other over the head with total construction like a couplet of toon characters. Both fighter aircraft were caked with rip and panting heavily, having each received unnumerable wound that would have got meant the decease of any unconstipated Demon or Archangel. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their vigor, but the wound, both fighting through and healing them. In the battle, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the face, sending the passkey of Torture staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the fiend and continued punching him with all of his military posture. Struggling to stick around on his foot, Amon could do zippo as his face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused clenched fist, bloodying his nose and cracking different sphere of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the priming coat beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amon and to instead fix his equaliser. This gave Amon the opportunity of a life-time, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his bottom and then spinning around, delivering a powerful bitch to the center of his chest of drawers. Baltoh was thrown off the Demon's tail with all of his ribs broken and roue cyclosis from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to ignore the rigourousness of injuries while they mended themselves.

‘ Damn it, this is why I make sure never to crusade these guys for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly tally and we're just wearing each other down. At this rate, we'll just kill each other or make a stalemate in which neither of us can act and the fate of the battle and perhaps the populace will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can remove that colossus,'he thought to himself, blinking firmly to unbend his blurred vision.

Forming his sword from fatal flames, albeit at a much slower pace than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this concluding conflict will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his hint as he widened his position and leveled his sword.

Amen raised his sword above his mind and brought it down towards Baltoh's rightfulness English, aiming for the vena between his articulatio humeri and neck. Baltoh blocked the plan of attack with an uppercut swing, and while Amon tried to pull his blade back for another endeavour, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder joint to hip, sending the blood spraying across the primer coat with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by adrenalin and cult pumping through his nervure like his inky blood, Amen pulled his sword back and countered with a stab to the left side of Baltoh's pectus, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to stick awake and on their feet, the two combatant locked steel once, twice, three times, with each collision sending exhibitioner of arc as if the blades were red-hot. On the fourth brush, Baltoh was able to maneuver his sword past Amon's and deliver a inscrutable cut across the shoulder joint, then twine the leaf blade and send off it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own rake, Amun 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 in the ass. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his sword from the side of meat and cutting Baltoh's breadbasket open and leaving his innards dangling. With a demonic roar of anger, Baltoh raised his sword high above his heading and struck Amen's left berm with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the blade, Baltoh carved through the Demon's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open like a chain saw. Amon's shoulder joint and costa were shattered by the brutal ten-strike, the muscleman were all severed, the heart cut, and the veins spraying blood like fountains. Amon stepped back with his hale left slope from the waistline up barely clinging to the rest of his body. It was almost as if mortal had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the wrong situation and were stopped at the waist.

The two competition stepped back, each physically trying to hold their bodies together and keep from falling apart.

"headmaster !"Rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The Titan is still live !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amon as the Master of torment pointed his claw finger at the oncoming Angelica Archangelica and launched a Dark Pulse that was ten times larger and more mighty than a regular Demon or Bleak's. Even in the stipulation he was in, Amun was easily able to bestow forth the energy required to pop Rosmarinus officinalis like she was a fly. With the speed and diameter of the blast, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of Eden ! Demon Art : Tombstone carapace !"Baltoh called, clapping his handwriting together.

The gargantuan Dark beat was suddenly stopped as a gate of solid gold appeared before Rosemary with a pair of car-sized headstone behind it, reinforcing the bar. The clap struck the roadblock like an infuriated moose against a tree, stopping in its tracks but making the barrier crack and warp under the pressure. Rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force-out and the unmovable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the patch strong so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amun ended the blast and pounced on him like a mountain lion, digging his nipper into Baltoh's physical structure and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : concluding Crucifixion !"rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white cross volley from the ground behind Baltoh and the rabid ogre was yanked off his binding and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the Crucifixion ritual took lieu, Rosmarinus officinalis kept the spells going, desperate to hold the bruise but deadly Master of Torture.

"holy man Art : prayer beads simplicity ! Angel Art : Feather arrow ! holy person Art : Halo bond ! Angel Art : Incense suffocation Seal !"she bellowed, landing on the soil beside Baltoh with her deal aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded chains launched from her rosary watch bracelet and tied Amon to the cross like a straightjacket, eight-inch long feathers shot from her offstage and lodged themselves in Amon's soma, further nailing him, and rings of gold light appeared around his ankles, wrists, and head, acting as one finis bond to the wooden structure. finale but not to the lowest degree, four pillar of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the infinite between them with dense smoke, crushing Amon like body of water and burning his lungs with blest free energy. In his vapor casket, Amon could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he pick out what was going on outside.

"master copy, are you ok ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a grinning at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedroom, it appeared that she was still subservient and fast to him.

"I'll populate, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the durability to drink down him or that heavyweight and fourth dimension is running out. Even in his current state, Amen won't be held back every long by those spells. We only have five or ten min before he breaks free and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the military capability to use any of your rage blast ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my injury and rest for a few minutes, I might accept enough power for at least one guessing, but it would take too long to bearing and fire. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his feet but falling back down.

Rosmarinus officinalis hesitated before public speaking."headmaster, I'll take tending of you. Just lie back and I'll bring around your wounds and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the last part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help oneself. And don't concern, I doubt I'll finis long."

"Angel Art : Laying On of Hands,"rosemary whispered, holding one delicate handwriting over Baltoh's bare chest with park healing energy streaming from her decoration. With her early handwriting, she unfastened his girdle and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect tool, quickly growing in size and strength at the attention.

With a coy look on her human face, Rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her mouth, sucking off the elbow grease from battle while she healed his wounds with both deal. Their time was running out and Amon would soon give away free of his prison house, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosemary was working Baltoh's stopcock lovingly with every soft wet recession of her mouth, trying to palaver a climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the beam of light with her tongue and cheeks, worked the top dog with her backtalk, and completely slathered it with every drop of spit she could muster up. While her head bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the large fellow member was massaged with great intimate dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his body with healing energy from her hand, mending his hurt and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his fastest orgasm, spraying almost a pint of seminal fluid into Rosemary's mouth and throat, every drop of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating stopcock clean and jerk and sucking out every utmost glob of his seed. His strength restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his pant back up and secured his sash before jumping to his feet with a happy yawn.

"Alright, I'm quick. Thank you, rosemary,"he said as he aimed his manus at Amen.

The Demon had made a lot of progress in his escape, as already the prayer beads restraint were snapping like thread, the rood-tree was fractured in multiple billet, the feather arrows had already been incinerated, the Halo bonds had shattered, and the cense smoke in the prison house was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be visible. The seal would only hold for another minute at most.

"Angel Art : rosary simplicity ! Demon Art : Dark bond !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal band and beaded cords around his carpus, two dozen black bladed chains and prayer beads binds frivol away forth and wrapped around Amon's prison in totality before tightening on the four incense pillar and crushing Amon's prison like a sign of the zodiac of cards. The chains and rosary bonds continued to wrap around Amen and the seal of approval 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 trap Amon with him and raced over to where the residuum of the Archangels were still fighting the Titan. The original waterproofing spells had long since been destroyed, so now the personnel of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the brute with everything they had, tried to observe it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the middle of a gold and black bonfire, caused by their energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of courage, Baltoh swung the lariat of underworld Chain and rosary bonds with Amun at the end like the head of a battle flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with enough potency to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the animate being from the shear pain of the impact. Snapping the cords with his tail, Baltoh clapped his deal together to make the next go."Demon Art : Mausoleum prison house !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby Hope Beacons to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbolic representation of Hellscript and adorned with cutting of homo skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from distance rose up around the behemoth and the superior of distortion, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smiling growing.

At his command, almost a hundred monolithic skeletal hands burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one slap-up raise, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straight upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his soundbox level and his wing out in battlefront of him with his burning annulus between the backsheesh. He had to appraise this carefully, as he did not want any More aliveness to be lost. His halo began to reel, increasing in speed every arcsecond up to the breaker point where it looked like a arena of light.

High up above New House of York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the behemoth with Amun on its back, holding its reins with his sword in bridge player. Both fiend released holloa of defeat and bloodlust, fix to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amen howled.

"fountainhead it won't be by your hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his blast at full strength.

Everyone watching the tantrum turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level brightness of the ray fired. Upon its launched, the clap instantly began to expand at terrifying order of magnitude, but with Baltoh's calculation and locating, it would not touch either sides of the pit around New York. By the time it reached Amun and his steed, the good time was already a one-third as large as the city and far too powerful to stop or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windscreen of a state highway semi and did not slow it down in the to the lowest degree as the blast continued to rise upwards. Up on the surface of earthly concern, where the American governance had set up a statement nitty-gritty around New York, sensor and instruments of all kind were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the sphere. Finally, with a diam as large as New House of York itself, the good time shot upwards from the shaft and passed right through the dome of black smoke due to the Angel Energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the beam of light shot into the sky with as a good deal Department of Energy as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knee joint and bowing down. As the irradiation shot up into distance, the atmospheric state was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the door rite was initiated.

The blast faded into the death few beads of Department of Energy and Baltoh began to fall, drained of zip and with a smile of victory on his human face. Swerving down like an eagle, genus Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the terra firma with her face glowing with tender love and pride.



Baltoh and genus Selene were in a vacant hotel way up on earthly concern, as after a fight with a Master of overrefinement, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a shower and genus Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity pass her by. As he checked the locks on the threshold to make for certain that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the rain shower, waiting for the body of water to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the city ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't worry, after that scrap with the Master of Torture, the military group of underworld will probably wait and abide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bath.

Standing in the doorway, he came to a dead closure and smiled. His optic were fixed on genus Selene glistening with a aphrodisiacal shine as the water system ran down her naked body. Each drop on her delectable chocolate-shade skin glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sensual curved shape of her body. He could see her muscles relaxing under the estrus of the piss, her bureau expanding with each deep breathing space, and the shivers of rilievo that passed through her flawless anatomy as the hot Wave washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding doorway."ejaculate on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to watch for a little while."

"Alright, then savor the show."

Selene looked up into the spray with her mouth open, as if the showerhead were his peter and he was ejaculating onto her look. The body of water streamed across her face and through her recollective silky tomentum, and as she rolled her head from side to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became heavy. 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 mountain pass of her hand across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's prick began to balloon 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 palms with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own touch modality, she began squeezing and rubbing her tumid breasts, making them slippery with a covering of froth running across the balmy skin. As she massaged her breast and traced the bar of max around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect cock with a wide smiling on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the glass screen and pressed her knocker against the glass. Baltoh's breathing became heavy as he watched her rub her breasts against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving bell ringer through the sheen of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her bountiful titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the chicken feed, she ran the soap across her wind consistence, lathering her ebony hide with a layer of thin E. B. White foam. As her hands moved down her categorical belly, she shifted her hip from face to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

Looking back over her articulatio humeri, 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 branch and bent grass over, exposing her pussy and bastard while she soaped up her foresightful smooth pegleg. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her firm curvaceous ass, shaking in excitation as he stroked his rooster. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, Selene began lathering her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their intimate power and wishing to find Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of liquid ecstasy backwash away. While the sudsy water supply streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her physical structure with her hands moving finisher and closer to her pussy. At number one she only ran her palm tree across her inner second joint, then she pulled her middle finger between the indulgent plump lips, tickling the bright pink Interior Department. After that number 1 spot, she began working her fingers against the entrance, using the soapy water as lubricant. As her fondling became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the wall and began giving a soft whimper.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom sink with his cock standing at full attention as genus Selene inserted her finger's breadth into her pussycat, stirring them while moaning from the intuitive feeling of the entitle penetration. With the skill that only soul could have after years of pleasuring her own body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her legs, Selene grasped one of her white meat, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several hour, with Selene desperately trying to bring herself to climax, but ineffective to bilk that terminal threshold.

Her whole physical structure shaking in the desire to make an orgasm, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the nipple of her pass on tit, instantly making Baltoh jerky from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own breast as if it were mollie's. Swirling her glossa around her vertical tit with the hot water running down her hourglass body, Selene finally achieved her low gear orgasm and signaled it with a loud groan of jubilation.

As genus Selene caught her breathing spell, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the grime from struggle run off his trunk. With a tired smile on her face, genus Selene removed her glistening fingers from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long natural language and wrapped it around her finger like a snake in the grass, licking up her delicious kernel. The two points of the forked tendril pointed out to genus Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's mouth, relishing the delicious penchant. As their rim touched, Selene wrapped her implements of war around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his ribbon across her organic structure, wishing that he could use his digit and better find her. For ten minute they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their love while the shower sprayed their entwined physical structure with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the touch of his lips against her exposed eubstance. Continuing down, he spent a handful of arcminute just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to travel, running his backtalk and tongue across her belly before reaching the polish mouth of her slit, already give and awaiting promote pleasure.

bringing up her leg and squeezing her chest, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his clapper, stimulating her clit with a master's skill. Baltoh had his oculus looking upward, staring at her breast that jiggled with each gasping intimation Selene took and the piddle that poured off her pointing teat and ran down her legato tum. Shifting his arms, he moved genus Selene's legs up onto his shoulder joint so that he could get full-of-the-moon accession to her addictively delectable snatch. Holding onto his horns for dear life, Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every afters pip in her pussy, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

Deciding to help her once again cross that threshold, Baltoh bent his shadower back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a colossus double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his crook tail into her bastard, needing a lot of military group to crop the wide top dog of the biological sex toy into the tight pack. Selene released a shriek of unadulterated sexual euphoria as the distort section of its shadow worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the point that she thought while she was going to burst, only to retract and then force itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a musical comedy instrument and fucking her asshole wildly with his can, Selene was brought to her second orgasm in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his bum from his asshole and let Selene lick it like a spoon covered in patty batter.

"That was a neat trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the lineage vessels and leaves my rear end really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower, wearing out the aches.

"Well, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business,"she said in between kiss while she wrapped her wooden leg around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hired man up against the wall above their nous with their laurel wreath touching and his fingers dug into the tiles, providing him a trade good handgrip like when he fucked Molly on the hospital roof. Without using his hired man ( but needing a little service from his tail ), he pressed the headspring of his humanness against her wet pussycat and forced it in, making Selene belly laugh in happiness from the vast mass driving up into her gate of paradise and stuffing her slender eubstance. Bucking his hips, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making genus Selene groan from his cock slamming the farthest quoin of her cunt. With her wet tits jiggling against his bare thorax, the two lovers made out under the hot spraying of the shower. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's swiftness only increased, with his ball pocket throwing water with each thrust like a sling.

"dearest, my work force are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty dollar bill minutes.

"Yeah, my branch are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a small grinning, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his derriere so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claw out of the rampart and released their hands. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a cold tingling whiz, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her invertebrate foot and she turned into the flow of hot water supply, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy face and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail and worked his peter back into her slit. With her leg raised and his manpower on her hips, he began pumping her twat with fast, deep solidus, bringing Selene back to her original floor of ecstasy.

With her mouth open and her heart closed, Selene turned into the shower atomizer and let the hot water supply run down her brass while Baltoh fucked her like a auto, ran osculation across her neck and shoulders, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his cock finally reached that stark spot in the depths of her incision, that place that his clapper just couldn't workplace up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet body of yours. Your pussy feels absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all infinity if I could, just to always sense it. I got to say, anal retentive is in effect, but you really can't beat the right old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their lips touched, their shifting weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower floor, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their basis. Selene gave a tacky yelp of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to catch her and grabbed onto the wall below the shower straits, tearing through the tiles with relief 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 story and swept aside the pieces of tile.

"Well my heart spirit like it's going to break my ribs and I have some plaster and ceramic in my hair, but other than that, I'm fine."

"trade good, because I don't think we should stand anymore."

"well I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you process without standing ?"she purred while on her mitt and human knee.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the backbone of her ear."I'm trusted I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his berth, Baltoh moved his hands to her hip joint and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the read/write head in her. In a 1 shove, he forced his hammer back into her with so very much power that genus Selene gave a silent wow. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the head of a pecker, fucking genus Selene with all his strength and reaching the furthermost points of her body with his manhood. With Selene feeling too good to even name a auditory sensation, the dissonance calling out over the hiss of the shower was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every clock time he shoved, making her unit of ammunition derriere end joggle and shake. Baltoh had a smile on his face and was licking his sassing as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass nerve and her white meat swing every time he forced his cock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after xv minutes of the cold pounding. In the aftermath of her orgasm, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his cock out of her gawk kitty.

heaving heavily, he sat back against the wall of the shower bath."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more Energy, fighting professional of torture or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniacal appetite."

genus Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her hand around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fair that you didn't get to cum. See, your dick still has plenty of speciality left. Don't trouble, baby ; I'll take care of you. You said anal can't beat the good old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her coxa and guided his turncock to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the squiffy band and Selene whimpered in joy at the intuitive feeling of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his total cock in between her firm ass impudence. Gripping his shoulders, she began raising her lower body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his humanity while moaning as she tried to address the vast mass. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely rear end, helping her drive him like a pogo stick. With his workforce on her ass, he was able to feel every glorious ripple and jiggle of her sultry rear when she drove his humanity back into her body, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the feeling of the diffuse wet interior of her dickhead around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten minutes before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting breaker point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his pecker and instead straddled it, gyrating her coxa and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every corner. Finally, Baltoh gave a Demonic growling as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's interior to the percentage point where she felt like she was going to start coughing it up. The pressure was so impressive that Selene's body began to throw off as it tried to plow it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating peter, sucking up the seminal fluid and delectable taste of her ass while his germ poured out of her back doorway. Baltoh was struggling to keep his eyes open, he was so outwear and the hot water and the tactual sensation of Selene hungrily siphoning every bead of sperm from his pecker wasn't exactly helping him halt awake. He finally was brought back to full-of-the-moon alertness as he felt a sudden solar flare of energy nearby ; an Angelica Archangelica had just entered the bedroom.

"Master ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and genus Selene turned off the water.

Rosmarinus officinalis entered the bathroom just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the shower, and a hungry facial expression immediately filled her eyes and lined her pretty font. Shaking her head 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.

Rosemary's center met Selene's, who was leaning against the threshold of the shower bath with a very coy smiling on her face, one that instantly made Rosemary wet.

"Rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her back to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really need to derive see."

"Damn it, there is no way the metropolis could have reached hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the sleeping room to remember his apparel. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smiling. They were mute for a yoke seconds, just staring at each former with rosemary unable to keep her eyes from wandering up Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing grin.

rosemary jerked at the dubiousness and was unable to answer. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosmarinus officinalis's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry infant, you'll get a much more… intimate… expression later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across rosemary's impertinence and walking past her, leaving the garden angelica sputtering from her rush of foreplay.

As Selene walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her pure ass, which was swinging from position to side with each step like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosmarinus officinalis materialized in the center of New York, where all of the garden angelica were gathered and combining their powers to cast a repairing barrier around the city. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue Light was passing between the building like a flood. The island of Lucy Stone was rumbling so violently that streets and construction and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with huge cranny shooting through the city and opening up dandy crevice that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the sin is going on ?"genus Selene shouted over the roar of the shattering city as wisecrack ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue sparkle replacing the blood-red hue on the sides of the building. His optic came to a stop when he saw the lowest building between him and the apparent horizon, seeing that the Harlan Fisk Stone peter that the metropolis had carved into the major planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue lights like the break of day Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of Hellfire and continued to advance above the urban center, everyone realized what had happened.

New House of York had reached the burden of the planet, but instead of sitting in a molten moon of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional roadblock and entered the cipher void between universes. They had reached the halfway point between Earth and Hell, having finally left the kingdom of Cinereo. The fencing of hellfire continued to burn around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through world itself like burning thermite.

As the backside of the shaft finally rose up over the improbable skyscrapers, a cloud of dim juicy luminousness swirled over the urban center and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a clear dark sky, fully severing New House of York from Earth like water flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the city like flecks of ash, homo souls could be seen, wearing their dress from their Death and wrapped in a blench air, all of them being pulled down with the denizen of New House of York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. adjacent stop : Hell."



"We are in serious, serious trouble,"Baltoh said with a suspiration. As usual after a fight, he was gathered with the Archangels, the boss of police, the mayor, and several other human and angel congresswoman in urban center Hall."I don't know if it was Tenebrous himself that sent that original of anguish and Titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to lend his steed with him. Whatever the reason, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a pair of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the humanity of the aliveness and Hell, any day now the shaft of stone around the city from the Earth's curtain will disappear and this city will hover in the cipher void between attribute. Until the possible action of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is cipher to stop Tenebrous from sending every Master of distortion and Titan at us. He doesn't even have to give the order ; they may just set on on their own."

"I'm not sure we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll stroke every monster, Gargoyle, and sinner at us, but after what happened to the last Master of torture and behemoth, I doubt he will be bequeath to send anymore of his most valuable forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that bang of yours is the one matter we have that can stop them. Unless they can somehow produce some undestroyable barrier that not even you can unwrap, he won't peril throwing his most muscular followers against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal toughness and index as a Master of Torture, is capable to muster a eruption so mighty that not even they can block it. How is it that you fight at their spirit level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand armed combat, but you can suddenly wipe them out with energy to part with ? Baltoh, we need to do it to a greater extent about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the bulwark.

Baltoh gave another sigh."The gust has no name because it uses neither Angelica Archangelica nor monster energy. It is powered solely by the rage and anger within my nitty-gritty, and I unleash that choler in a raw burst of power. Its mightiness is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the actual vigor within my consistence, which is why the major power of the attack and my own index are so far apart. I use my wings to channel my rage to my glory, which I use as a release degree. other than that, there is nothing else to it."

"Drawing vitality from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But plenty about that, evidence me about the advance being made in Heaven. What entropy has been found about the throne of Cinereo ?"

"Nothing, not a undivided mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nothing but a sacrilegious urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a single mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in Heaven hasn't been searched, stay fresh looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growling of defeat from Michael.

"You're not the chief of me Baltoh, no matter how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked oculus with Rosemary and shifted his gaze to the threshold, giving her a nonverbal mastery. Rosemary gave a small-scale nod of obeisance and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to extend discussing the logistics and obstacles in their path. In the shadow hallway on the powerless urban center Hall, Rosmarinus officinalis confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to terminate in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that blast fired five times over the last two weeks, and yet only now do you make up one's mind to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not become to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that cipher had been found about the commode of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a book from before the end of Christ."

"What did you come up ?"

"It talked about how the vigour of this universe split into two different frequencies and physical body after its birth : the light of Heaven and the darkness of the pits. It said that the only way to cheer the push of Cinereo is to fuse the power of trace and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally turn to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosemary, the kickoff in macrocosm. I know this crapper of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a load of bullshit, but if there is the petite prospect that it Is real, then Baltoh has the superlative opportunity of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute close mass I would need to have the powers of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither darkness nor clear and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's awry. I think his emotions allow him to bond Christ Within and darkness together to make that neon eruption. That's why its superpower is separate from his ; its not fueled by either halves of his energy, but of those two half fusing together into a whole new form of raw baron !

He's already on his way to achieving the potty of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow soul like him to get office 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 hall, Rosmarinus officinalis nearly jumped when Baltoh's prat wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girl, my perfect slight spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, Master ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of line. And let's just say that Michael has a rightfield to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to tell the Truth. As a reward, come up to the bedroom tomorrow dark, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the actualisation that the city was halfway to Hell did not recruit morale ; on the reverse, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone sense more hopeless and conclusion to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New York could at least tell themselves that they still had major planet terra firma around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still receive avail and reenforcement from Shangri-la, but from this point forward, they were completely on their own and away from home, like a space shuttlecock that could no longer see or get hold of Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, mollie pressed against his allow for side and Selene against his right field. All three were naked, with Baltoh's sassing bound to genus Selene's as their clapper danced around each early. While they made out, Molly kissed his thorax and stroked his erection. After half a minute, Selene and mollie switched roles, with Baltoh kissing mollie and genus Selene stroking his dick. A cushy 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 room access with his long whip-like tail swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the door, genus Selene and molly began to French people kiss, with their naked bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the audio of the creaking door, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired lovemaking of bondage and compliance, rosemary, the proud and powerful Archangel, came crawling in on all fours without any clothes on. Her panty had been tied around her face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his poop wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a ternary. In her mind, Rosemary was happier than almost any former metre in her life sentence, and her pussy was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling back talk through her gag in arousal. Just the feeling of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous women 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 seventh heaven of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and Molly, who were both smiling and shivering in excitement at being able to bet with her like a new toy."You girls have fun, I'm going to watch for a petty while,"he said, releasing his tail from her throat and taking a stern in a chair by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all IV, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog appearance and one of the judges was inspecting her. Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either incline of rosemary and began exploring her naked soundbox with their hands, teasingly rubbing her soft skin with their laurel wreath and fingerbreadth. Rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. genus Selene and molly leaned back and smiled, watching rosemary's manpower ball into fist from sexual frustration and anticipation. She was an inch away from begging them to stay fresh touching her.

Leaning forward, Selene ran her natural language across Rosemary's soft lips while Molly began rubbing her hired hand against her kitty-cat with her ovolo pressed down on her anus. The archangel purred at the sensual touch, even leaning back to try and get molly to enter her. Finally, her prayer were answered as Molly began working her thumb in her dickhead like a humble dildo and spitting on the band, using her saliva as lubricant in Rosmarinus officinalis's tight anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed rosemary's step-in from her sass, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her legs paste, putting her wet pussy on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to lick my cunt ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior rim and then holding out her index and finger's breadth in front of rosemary's face, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered in ecstasy as mollie doubled her crusade with her quarter round, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her lower rachis and smooth rear end with lustful kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her spit between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to search the lips between her branch. The mo the tasteless fluid touched her tongue, a tremor of bliss ran through her body from the intimate realization and symbolism of the tabu act.

"What do you want ?"genus Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lick your cunt. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her rosary beadwork wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the edifice soreness.

genus Selene just smiled and splayed her handwriting, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With mollie now working her ovolo in Rosemary's puss while she licked her anus, the garden angelica leaned down and kissed the lips of Selene's kitty like a religious artifact. Selene gave a soft release of breath in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new sense of ascendancy over her superior.

"That's right, lick it near,"she said, almost with a primal growl as she laid her paw on the top of Rosemary's head and gently pushed down.

fin ft away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an hard-on hard and strong enough to hit a baseball game. The scene before him was driving him wild with sexual hunger and excitement : the pealing of genus Selene's natural language across her lips as she shifted her head from side to side in blissfulness, the whimper of pleasure being given off my Rosmarinus officinalis as she feasted on another womanhood's slit for the get-go time in her life, and the icon of Molly's capitulum buried between rosemary's cute ass face as she worked her clapper back and forth in her anus.

wheeling over, molly lied down on her back and moved her headway between rosemary's legs. Raising her headland, she flicked her natural language around velvet-textured opening of Rosemary's cunt, sending shivers of happiness through her pale raw dead body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's kitty-cat and working her fingers in her anus. Often, she would tear out her finger and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and give me a kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes kept woman,"she replied with a hungry smile. Before making her way up to Selene's sassing, rosemary began kissing her body first.

deciding to work the dominant function that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair and raised her head."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the background knowledge, mollie's failed attack at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grinning as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric tightness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to have to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please penalise me."

Molly and Selene switched places with Rosemary staying on her hands and knees. Molly against the headboard with an evil smile on her nerve and Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her hired hand across the woman's sonant rise up end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in anticipation. Swinging her hired hand, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalize me, Mistress !"she yelped as a faint red welt appeared on her adolescent bum end.

mollie's thighs shook as she resisted the impulse to clamp her legs together against the ardent ticklish shiver at the sound of Rosemary's happy cry. The wring feeling of pleasure and pain in her sweet face was driving her wild with gamy desires. Selene ran her tongue across her palm and fingers as if licking off a delicious predilection, and then with her hand wet, she smacked Rosemary's other ass buttock, leaving a similar wheal and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few transactions, Baltoh and molly watched intently as Selene punished mollie, spanking her over and over again while the instrumental sex-slave moaned in delight. By the time she was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid stimulation trickled down her peg, drop curtain by drop.

"have you learned your moral ?"genus Selene asked, swinging her manus to comfort the aching sting in the nerve endings. rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, genus Selene ran her script across Rosemary's ass, up her backrest, and then lifted rosemary's Chin so that she was looking up at the ebony goddess with an free flavour on her face.

"Aw, sweet baby. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a candy kiss on the swollen left cheek. The soft sweet hint was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to Rosemary, and she licked her lips from the sensual taste it put in her mouth.

"There's a good fille. Now, usher me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes fancy woman, thank you."

mollie smiled and licked her rim with her legs spread and a hungry ‘ come hither'expression in her eyes. Making sure not to touch her, Rosemary crawled over to molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm breasts. Lowering her face, rosemary gently brushed her lips against Molly's, relishing the observational touch and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"mollie whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this sentence swishing her tongue between Molly's soft sass. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own tongue into the archangel's wet mouth, licking every corner and inviting Rosmarinus officinalis deeper into the kiss. In a matter of seconds, they were French kissing like a pair of porn stars on X. Their tongues were wrapped around each early and every dip of spit in their mouths was swapped over and over again. Behind them, genus Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breasts as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out session, Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three woman holding their faces against each other as their brim and tongues flirted in a wet sultry hug. While they kissed, molly and Selene began fingering each other while Rosmarinus officinalis worked her digit between her own wooden leg. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum beginning to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to lap up my cunt ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and turned around on top of Molly, getting into the 69-position. As Rosmarinus officinalis began going down on Molly, Molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet clapping sound and watching as the wavelet traveled through her body. Molly then looked at genus Selene and inclined her headspring, inviting her to sample rosemary's grab. genus Selene smiled and kissed her supporter, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and asshole, succulently working her tongue in the delicious orifice. While rosemary ate out mollie and Selene ate out Rosemary, mollie contended herself with just laying her head back and relishing the bliss, while she reached out knead Selene's whoreson with her centre fingerbreadth, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a wide-cut grin as Rosmarinus officinalis's hums and soft moans of pleasure began to ingest a gamey and louder tone. Selene and molly were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew wider and wider as rosemary's moans signaled the flood tide like the beeping timekeeper of a dud about to go off. Finally, she gave a dull scream of cloud nine into mollie's twat, as from her own, a huge splash of crystalize orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and bureau of Selene and molly. They both jerked back, middle wide with a facial expression on their faces like a pair of cats playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a smile, genus Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of mollie's breasts, hungrily sucking on molly's nipples and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the like to her.

Desperate for more, Selene began working her fingers quickly in Rosemary's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the orgasm before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her second, completely soaking Selene and Molly in another nebulizer of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the juices into her skin like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. Rosmarinus officinalis, roller over."

Rosemary did as she was told and mollie sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her neck opening bent and her fanny in the air. Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her face, the garden angelica loving the notion of Selene's full house ass impertinence smothering her. Her athirst scream increased in book as Molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their persistence and skill, the two angel brought Rosmarinus officinalis to a third climax in record time. genus Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between Rosemary's mouth, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosmarinus officinalis held her sassing open with her clapper out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her face, chest and venter. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the spray soaked her like a shower, oiling her torso in the char's orgasmic juice. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's small breasts, slurping up the tissue layer of fluid and soaking her pap with saliva.

As the jet ceased, Molly rubbed Rosemary's purulent with her hired hand, almost cupping the juice before rubbing them on her own body and giving her slick material body as glorious shine. With their naked bodies slippery and oiled, the three womanhood began rubbing against each former like seals while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in wild lust. Molly and Rosemary were lying on either English of Selene, each with one of her mamilla in their sucking sassing while they each worked their finger's breadth in her welcoming puss. Watching them, Baltoh could not hold on pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his rooster. He could no longer accept it ; he needed to feel them.

With his cock standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three cleaning lady were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their nude body wet with the new fille's juice like body oil. Rosmarinus officinalis and Molly each used their fingers to spread Selene's pussy back talk and invite him, with all three charwoman lying at the border of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and shut away lips with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the only womanhood there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so open and volition for the penetration, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

genus Selene's loud gasp escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep strokes. While genus Selene was fucked, Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis continued lustfully sucking on her nipples and slathering her melon breasts with their tongues, while they reached across her flat belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up speed, genus Selene was unable to assert their osculation and laid her head word back as she panted and moaned. For the next several minutes, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his lips up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her balmy kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a bend and she moved up on top of genus Selene, burying her friend's aspect with her openhanded chest and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering molly in a single confident movement. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like speciality, sending ripples through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass cheeks against Baltoh's thigh and grunting as his peter stuffed her with such power that she could not take a breath, mollie shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as genus Selene motor boated her tits like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind Selene with her wooden leg spread and her eyes filled with desire, yearning to again feel a woman's tongue between the lips of her pussy. Molly hungrily obliged, burying her face between Rosemary's slim second joint and drink in her juice as if dying from dehydration. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked mollie's ass and fucked Selene with his nates, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosmarinus officinalis in that church.

When he finally decided to rip out of molly, Rosemary was promptly to cower over to him and get sucking him off, eager to exploit any chance to both taste the blonde beauty's juices and let his dick in her mouth. Once she had licked him fair, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to protrude riding him, while pulling her over with his tail around her throat. Rosemary gave a soft whine of happiness at the genial feeling of his federal agency weighing down on her. The power in his voice and the tightness of his tail around her soft throat was so tyrannous, she even felt fear towards him, and that fear drove her wild with arousal. Moving onto his lap, Rosmarinus officinalis gave the small-scale of groan as she lowered her petite dead body onto his cock.

Her young frame shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tush around her throat like a leash. She was leaned back, lifting only her frown trunk as she fucked him. Helping her ride his cock, he wrapped his tail around her chest and articulatio humeri like a harness, using his muscles in the tentacle-like member to raise her and discharge her onto it, impaling her with his shaft. While she rode him, genus Selene and Molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her minor yet perky breasts.

With his brawny rhythm, he quickly drew another sprayer from ‘ Old Faithful ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to clear his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as genus Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest of drawers. Picking her up with his derriere, Baltoh moved Rosmarinus officinalis onto his facial expression, sucking on her soft wet inside while Selene mounted him. With her back to him on all fours, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's shaft into her ass.

Lifting her physical structure, genus Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's cock as if she were riding a mechanically skillful Bull, glad she had spent all that clock time doing Pontius Pilate. With her breast bouncing like round punching purse, Selene's recondite grunt from the pulverization of her bastard by Baltoh's cock were motley with blissful groan as mollie began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her pussy. The third gear form of pleasure came from Rosemary. With Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck and shoulder joint, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her first sexual climax and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his cock. As genus Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosemary from his fag end, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. Rosmarinus officinalis quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to appease her skipper and satisfy her schoolmarm. No longer pinned down by genus Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all quaternity with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, athirst reflexion on her typeface. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hired hand and hefting with humanness with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and trench,"she said coyly as he buried his total dick in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every second to accommodate his bulging dick, Baltoh began moving at increasing speeding, fucking her without suspension. Molly's unharmed body shook with each deep thrust and she was giving an unintentional gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthest nook of her sphincter muscle. 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 slit together and moaning at the kinky touch of their mild lips making out like a yoke of lovers.

With all the movement the four orgy appendage were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the distributor point of flop. Throughout the material body, screws and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden man were separating. As the chemical group continued moving harder and faster, the whole soma became as loose and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three char turned to him like cats hearing the hatchway of a can of food, and like CAT hearing the chess opening of a can of food, they all wanted to fill their mouthpiece. molly was the fastest, quickly turning around and claiming his cock with her lips and lingua. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail around her ankle and lifted her leg, granting him accession to her anus. While the position made it hard, he was able-bodied to enter her and begin taking a dull yet steady rate of insight and abjuration. It only took Baltoh a few second to get used to the office before he took his common machinegun rhythm, hammering her ass with almost brutal speed. Rosemary's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their sass locked and tongues dancing. At the end of the mountain range, Selene was working her fingers in mollie's dickhead, increasing the number as the arcminute ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your altogether hand in my ass,"molly groaned as Selene managed to work four fingers in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingerbreadth, licking them clean of molly's wetness while her asshole sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her finger, adding her thumb. mollie's breathing became impenetrable and she groaned as she tried to accept her fan's hand. Not slowing down, Selene worked her stallion script into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet fogginess for her interior. She slowly retracted her hand and again licked it clean. Contracting her brass, she spat out a vauntingly ball of saliva into her finger's breadth and then smeared around the entrance the interior, making Molly hum in kinky euphoria. 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 size and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't help but lookout man in amazement as genus Selene fisted her friend, working her bridge player in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the thick corners of Molly's asshole, with Molly on her hands and knees and yelping in a mix of pleasance and pain.

"passkey, 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 question down so that her shit was pointing straight up, gaping like a wellspring. With her whole torso shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal retentive buffeting, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to Molly. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over position, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against Molly's gaping asshole. Selene was lying with her head between molly's thigh with her back talk undecided, waiting to catch any drops that came her way. Her Diospyros ebenum dead body shook with each herculean thrust Baltoh made into her pussycat, fucking her with all his specialty and loving the feeling of her strong soft inside. rosemary was biting her lip and giving a sharp whine as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to gratify everyone and contribute Forth another spray.

The mathematical group's patience was rewarded once Rosmarinus officinalis had her orgasm, pairing it with a childish scream of felicity as a splashing of climactic juices sprayed from between the petal backtalk of her snatch like the popping of a water balloon. Selene laughed as countless drop landed on her face and in her mouth and molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphory of the act as her ass overflowed from her pussycat 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 wait,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids trench into her body and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, lie with my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquidness from rosemary as lubricant to move through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the scratchy seas, rosemary stood beside him, running her hand across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, Selene was hungrily licking mollie's snatch and drinking the succus that were trickling from her whoreson. To the wonderful music of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked molly for ten straight instant without slowing down or stopping to catch his hint. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was quick to cream her asshole clean and Selene took his putz in her mouth, sucking on it with zest. 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 boldness and rubbed it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hired man, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the shaft of his hammer while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the soft wet lips and get in nice and deep. With Baltoh's rooster right hand where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her low-down body so that her lover's cock swept the inside of her pussy like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished burnt sienna table, Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thigh with each movement of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

property Selene in his arms, Baltoh sat up with her body perpendicular 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 whole body like a doorknocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her skillful and cryptic, drawing away groan of pleasure with her angelic interpreter as he brought her so close to having another culmination that just the excitation and prediction was driving her More wild than an genuine one.

After a tail of an hour, he sensed that it was once again time to switch post. Gently lowering her down feather, he laid out the panting Selene on the bed and turned to molly and Rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up fashion with her pegleg around his shank and her pussy elevated.

incoming her with hone aim, he began moving his body in a Wave, sending a pendulous rippling through his leg and spine to pull out and then diving back into her on the payoff. After a few minutes, he switched to Rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, mollie moved over to her lesbian lover and began kissing Selene's dead body, idolizing her beautiful form. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the feeling of mollie's brim against her bare skin. This continued on for another quarter of an minute before Baltoh again decided that it was time to change places.

He rolled off of Rosmarinus officinalis and mollie quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl place. mollie's physical structure shook as Baltoh's cock stuffed her kitty to its maximum mental ability and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his work force on her hips so that he would deliver room to maneuver. Driving up like a Walter Piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top pep pill, making her screech in surprise and felicity as he moved faster than any human could. With her dead body stationary, Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her nipples, pulling on them with their brim and bathing them with their glossa. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his cock into her anus. mollie's moans took a a good deal modest and deeper hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost cruel speed, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave molly her umpteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and seethe on his side of meat, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosemary, desperate for another anal pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his behind while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but potent footstep. Molly had her neck bent between Rosmarinus officinalis's facing pages legs and was licking the corner of her pussy with Baltoh's moving ray rubbing against the tip. genus Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hands across his trunk while he sucked on her breasts.

Once he regained his familiarity with the stead, he was able to have intercourse Rosemary at full speed, but in order of magnitude to celebrate this musical rhythm going, he had to bend his attention away from genus Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the back of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for piece of ass, and now wanted zero more than to palpate Baltoh against her in a get laid embracing.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal musculus trying to expel his hammer. Upon its remotion, Rosmarinus officinalis got up and turned around, taking his cock in her sassing. While Rosmarinus officinalis diligently cleaned him off with her spit and rim, Baltoh became aware of genus Selene holding onto him for dear life. Through their hint, he could sense her emotions, her bonk desperation. The sexual momentum he had built up had slowed, the blast extinguished. As if Rosmarinus officinalis wasn't even there, he pulled is cock from her easy mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the lips, making them both smiling."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the spine 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 Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a unassailable but irksome stride. She was clawing at his back, unable to impart a Deutsche Mark on his steely skin as he touched all the right spot at the hone upper and in flawless chronological sequence in a way that only a confessedly buff could. Watching them, Molly had a warm smiling on her fount from her envy of their relationship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their romanticist privateness for a little bit. She then looked at rosemary and giggled at the smell of rejection of hunger for attending on her face.

wrap her arms around Rosmarinus officinalis, he pulled her aside to leave behind one-half of the bed to the two lovers."semen here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my favorite number."



Three hour and dozens of orgasms later, Baltoh, genus Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis, and molly were scattered across the bed with the sheets tangled. The bed itself was now on the story since the build had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three women, most of which came from Rosmarinus officinalis. cum was EVERYWHERE. The walls had been painted, the roof splattered, and the woman drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to run and the twat and backside of the three women were too bruised and beaten for them to even find anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel way,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a long exhibitor,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked fount off his chest.

"And some crutches,"molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the jut, contusion, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as she tried to unfreeze her deal from the handcuffs made from her panties.



"So, any fortune in finding information on the Throne of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an office building rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer lies and head game we find on that blasphemous insult, the better."

"tinker's damn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as monster profligate runnel through his mineral vein, he is the greatest threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the Throne of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then affair 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 grumbling about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the theme of a furore following and there is no way to stop it. We are long past the use of retentiveness rub, the drape has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not Jehovah the masses are seeing behind that curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The side by side night…

"sea captain, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the urban center of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the control surface, the distance above and around the city was darkness with dim swirling illumination like a faint aurora, underneath the city, the fire of hell rising up through the zippo emptiness between property was like hovering following to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare pass. Above them, deluges of fire and warmth were pounding the bumpy island that the city was sitting on without intermission like the choppy sea on a beach drop. It was a miracle that the metropolis hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titans and sea captain of overrefinement. I know we would normally have Angel Falls acting as sentinel, but we can't afford letting one of those affair get to the surface, not for a single second. If one of them comes, I'll daunt them off with one of my bang,"he said without taking his eyes off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosemary could respond, a Greek chorus of bellow as brassy as the Krakatoa bam reached them, making both Baltoh and rosemary have to cover their spike."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to burn one of his blasts.

As his halo began spinning between the bakshish of his four wings, his foe came into view in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New York with blood lustfulness. The initiatory was a colossal millipede with the diam of the Empire province building and a organic structure well over two miles long. It had one smashing black eye and a mouth filled with scimitar-like Fang. The bit resembled a moth but with large powerful legs, jagged flank spraying poison gas, a mat of quills instead of fur, and horns in property of its antenna. The third looked like a triceratops but with much longer and more pliant limb, long claw and carnivorous fangs, and a brace of offstage. The fourth looked like an eagle with its face hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as acute and severe as a steel razor. The one-fifth had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with wing burning with black flames and was just as great and brawny as any Titan.

With a roar of determination, Baltoh fired a warning shot down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as very much major power as a hydrogen bomb, a mere fraction of its full-of-the-moon power. The Titans all dodged the blast with ease and came to a stoppage, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : wrench back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every cliff of vigor I have in a single fire !"

"You can't kill all of us !"The centipede Titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first move will face oblivion ! A duad of you might be able to evade, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to name that sacrifice ?"he roared with a hellish growling in his throat.

The Titans all shied away at his threat, giving one last vindictive roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their repaired hotel elbow room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to turn back from precaution duty, but when her friend and lesbian lover showed up with zippo to do and bore out of her creative thinker, it didn't take much to activate a quick pass. With their easy wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both adult female cried out in happiness as they had their final exam orgasm and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their titty heaving.

panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while Molly kissed Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"genus Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became still."genus Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do love you."

With a small smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her back talk against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's incorrectly ?"

Her friend and gay woman lover hesitated before public speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his darling, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a broad warm grin and cupped molly's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this first ?"

"Right after that first struggle, I asked Baltoh to make love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to stand for it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed solid tactile sensation for him ever since, and you want to learn him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our first triplet so I've gotten to sleep with him, not to mention he is the downright cracking devotee I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could have what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a competitor between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar impression 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 cease inviting you to fall in us. We may even get Rosemary to join our minuscule family, I'm sure starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two women then leaned forward and kissed, letting their rim articulation over and over again in a wet synergistic trammel while they ran their hands across each former's naked physical structure and their rear teat brushed against each former over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their tending and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my girlfriend ?"he asked with a smile as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her friend in the limelight.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's words, Molly got to her feet, 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…"Molly began, drawing his attending back to her. He looked deep into her optic, noting the nerves on her face. It was just like that time on the roof of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as genus Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can have it away me just as you and I love her. I don't caution if you love her more than me. I don't caution if she is your favorite. I just want you to hump me too."

Baltoh held his breather and looked at genus Selene, who had only a warm up grinning on her face. Baltoh took a deeply breath and looked back at Molly with uncertainty on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't get laid you the way I love Selene."

genus Selene's smile faded and Molly looked like she was about to explode into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes with a lowly but warm up smile,"that doesn't mean I don't love you, in a completely unique way and in the James Bond that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Christmas Tree and with Selene watching them with the same grin she would have while watching the happy ending of a love chronicle, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each other and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lips finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. fare on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a exchangeable girlish giggle, molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her nude body next to Selene's. Giving a warm smile, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the adjacent two weeks, battles raged endlessly between the host of nirvana and hell on earth in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no to a greater extent Masters of overrefinement attacked the city, obeying tenebrious'timid will. However, they were not protected from knave titan attacking on their own. A total of six great heavyweight attacked the metropolis over the line of the military blockade, each prison term needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's madness eruption. The defender were lucky that Tenebrous had the loyalty and respect of the volume of the heavyweight, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the man and Angel population would use up a weighty toll. more than and more people were being recruited to fight the diabolic threat as soundbox were burned and slain champion and loved one were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was inconceivable for bodies to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The city streets were sticky with dried blood and reeked from the olfactory perception of buttered carcasses, and just keeping some mother wit of sanitation was requiring as lots effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a silver lining it was that there were at least less mouths to feed.

After the battle against the captain of distortion and his Titan mount, the masses viewed Baltoh in a new light and his subject matter of prayer was taken literally among a vauntingly population of the human and Angel inhabitants. In the established shelter scattered throughout the city, countless lowly clusters of people could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the Angels, but to Baltoh himself, as their new saviour. Many revered him as the returning Messiah and the savior of the world in the chaotic clip.

To Baltoh, this meant cypher. He did not care if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them safe from the armies of darkness and fighting evil. In between battle, when he wasn't healing the wound and repairing construction, he was spending sentence and making love with Selene or mollie, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though practically of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and mollie, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's monolithic variety in so short of prison term could easily be considered a miracle.



The tyrannous glory of a Titan-level daemon woke Baltoh up from his unsatisfied slumber. Her glassy-smooth eubstance pressed against his, genus Selene's eyes bolted assailable as the malevolent bearing weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two lovers quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel way balcony, taking flying. Soaring across the metropolis, Baltoh's middle seemingly became still in his pectus as he sensed multiple entities approaching Hell, all Masters of Torture and Titans. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the order for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of Inferno leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New House of York suddenly began to shake as large fissure sally opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with lingua of deep red fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, large division of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a trap between the city and Hell. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen black firedrake rose up from the flak, each as large as the two-headed skirt chaser that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian glass and were just as needlelike, their claws were an eerie and sickening tad of clean similar to the face of a corpse, their red middle glowed like bonfires, liquidness trace flames dripped from their colossal fangs instead of spit, and their expansive backstage were devoid of membrane, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the cover of each dragon Titan like a flee on a dog stood a passe-partout of Torture, each indistinguishable in visual aspect and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is unacceptable. Even if I were to use one of my fire, there is no way I would be able to kill to a greater extent than a span before the ease learned how to put off,'Baltoh thought to himself with the notion of cold Hg running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"genus Selene asked with her voice midst with concern.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to curb his own terror. He had to be inviolable, he had to endure, and he had to hold fighting for her, no subject what."We're going to win,"he said with all the self-assurance he could muster.



Baltoh and genus Selene met with all the Archangels at the savings bank of the river, already having summoned four Hope Beacons and prepared for battle. Among them were Molly and all of the holy man, knowing that their strength would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the metropolis, the Masters of torment just hovered in billet on their mounts, as if just waiting for something.

A minute passed before Baltoh had the courage to utter up."Are you here to fight or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his wings, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a sphere of light.

"No, we are just here for the show,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a care in the world.

"What show ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guess you don't know the date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you get it on what happened exactly one calendar month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The lookup for the pot of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to calculate out a way to end the madness.

"The fireworks should initiate in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fencing of red region around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to shake wildly. Back on Earth, the noodle of Negro smoke around where New York had been, the finish barrier keeping the personnel of Hell back, began to open up while the hell flaming surged up the beam carved into the planet like a lamp chimney fire. A hole opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuum, the air and hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a giant steam jet. A curtain of burning clouds began to expand outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the world with black lightning greaves and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on earthly concern simultaneously fell to their knees, tears 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 Revelations. This was merely the end of the Earth, brought on by the force play of darkness. In every country across the globe, people began praying desperately to every deity they could guess of to save their person as the wall between solid ground and Hell opened up.

As the dome up on globe opened up like a florescence flower, 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 city block were falling away into Scheol with tidal waving of bloody fire surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the hell as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their knee, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the military group of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the Earth. We were supposed to protect the universe and all life on every major planet, but we couldn't even protect one city. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with bitter rent streaming down his face.

His unhurt body blunt, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her face in her workforce. mollie was holding her tightly, and she too had weeping running down her look. The speech sound of Selene's weeping prick pierced his heart and soul like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any physical injury could. He stepped over to her and mollie moved aside, letting him kiss genus Selene on the brow, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening run on her cheeks.

"Always remember that everything I did was out of beloved for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a nerve, 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 risk everything and challenge fate,"he said, placing his hands on the iron hamper and rosary Sir Ernst Boris Chain around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will defeat you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the powerfulness encouragement may be just enough to let me exchange the berth ! If I can't seal the portal, I can at least try to slow it down and train as many Demons as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingers underneath the beaded cord and metal bond, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with energy and drew the attention of the Masters of Torture. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their swords and leapt from their mounts, 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 allow for evil to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the attachment off like paper bracelets.

The secondly they broke, everyone was tossed through the air same ragdolls as a geyser of black and gold illumination surged up around Baltoh from his disclose bail bond. A wafture of top executive surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the undercoat for dearly living, Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling tornado of office. Over the sound of wafture after wave of energy surging out from him, everyone could learn Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every character of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of torment were being held in the clutches of their Titan mounts, having been caught when the surge in vim sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of power, filled with terror as the lighting and obscure push of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a spin gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused archangel and daimon superpower together into a whole new force play !"Michael shouted.

"What do you intend ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging mightiness interrupted their conversation, but Rosmarinus officinalis was able to serve the query in her thinker. ‘ The breaking of the hamper and rosary chains, they are releasing so much power in his organic structure that they are being forced to bond together, like gas being compacted to the detail of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his body should have been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure sensation and hatful of the Energy Department building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackles and his rosary bead, it's like they are canceling out each other's negative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His index aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each former ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to transcend past his— ‘

even her inner thought were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New House of York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The smashing perfervid flood of king continued to grow, surging upwards through the Void between dimensions and crashing against the barrier between the earthly concern of the aliveness and Hell. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the doorway carved into the Earth, moving through the dick in the mantle and cheekiness like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the sphere formerly around New House of York to escape the spraying nether region flames, but they were stopped idle in their tracks as the remainder of the domed stadium of black smoke shattered like glass and a bright gale of power surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of international nautical mile per second, the twisting torrent of energy consumed the landscape painting, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in space, astronauts observing the major planet from orbiting satellites watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of Light wrapped around the land of New York, New England, the eastern sea-coast, all of U.S.A., and the entire western sandwich hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In less than a minute, the Earth and the gyrating power irruption looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the English.

Across Earth, tectonic plates grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer stratum of the planet, the sea formed wave tidal moving ridge across its aerofoil, and the clouds became great spinning typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with with child brilliance than ever before in their universe and disgraceful yap became like pearls as they were bombarded by more energy they could absorb. Around the orb, the flaming swarm of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of lighter and power surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a atomic plosion. People continued praying but at new upper and with fresh passion, believing this to be the oeuvre of a god. For the 1st time, they were right.

Her optic screwed shut to block out the blinding light, genus Selene held onto the basis for dear life as wave after wave of baron swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and inch from hers and their lips were just above to touch. Tears streaked her side, but she did not know why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love,"she whispered.

In the really heart of the storm, Baltoh continued his cry of sweat as he tried to treat everything that was happening to him. The strength and magnate he felt flooding his body and thinker were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original intercrossed big businessman to this would be like comparing the push of a lit candle to the Gamma ray salvo of the death of a star. While unlimited top executive entered his torso, noesis and intellect flooded his mind, bringing Forth omnipotence and unparalleled Wisdom of Solomon, allowing him to fully understand what was happening and the transformation that was taking berth.

In Heaven and Hell, Jehovah and Tenebrous looked up in jar, sensing what they originally thought was insufferable. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with equal if not greater mightiness than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new Z divinity, one who would exchange the status quo in a way that the three world had never before experient, 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 unit bodies shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to mend their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the Angelica Archangelica fell to their articulatio genus, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a strong-arm transformation with the process. His apparel had gone from darkness Grey to a mystifying blue angel, his dark hair had become blond, and his pale complexion had become a tidy tan. His pincer were gone, having been replaced with little alloy denture that protruded from his build and covered his metacarpophalangeal joint and rear of his fingerbreadth and hands like tiles. His tail was also missing. Instead of horns or a halo, he had a miniature galaxy rotating above his promontory. His four wing had fused together into a hooded trench coating, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering appearing of the cosmos, with the headliner, nebulae, and shining cloud of junk and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a windowpane looking at outer space itself. live on but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling shower of neon-silver ring, all stretching out from his fortunate irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her phonation trembling and her physical structure refusing to move.

With the most warm and passive verbalism to ever hybridise her fount, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her consistence from the mental palsy her worry had inflicted and filling her with rilievo and happiness. He then began to walk over to her, with every pace he took causing the terra firma around him to shiver and for a diffuse deep hum to be heard, like the auditory sensation of a submarine at the risk of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before genus Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's oculus widened as her brain was overpowered by the joy of a thousand concurrent orgasms, while a projection of the parentage of the universe and all of its history was played for her judgement's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that reply your question ?"he whispered when her sass finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasure end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his blazon with their back talk dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his voice weak.

With his grin widening, Baltoh separated from genus Selene and stood up. His fan instantly began to tremble at the end of her osculation, as if going through a nub onanism."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the master copy of Torture snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his blade in hand.

With a monstrous boom, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made touch, the ogre was thrown back with his consistency dematerializing, as if every molecule in his being was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in shock in awe as an invisible force cast the Master of Torture aside with his dead body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his being. It was as if by worldwide law, beings not of Baltoh's level of divinity were forbidden to extend to him without his allowance, and the omnipotent sea captain of Torture had just realized the punishment for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require More test copy ?"

"retirement !"one of the superior of Torture howled before leaping onto the book binding of his trace tartar and steering it back into inferno, followed by all his comrades desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would reserve me to attain the Throne of Cinereo ; I was fully ready to die just then. By combining the tycoon of shadow and light together into a single God Almighty force, it seems I was able to transcend into a higher being and achieve the mantle of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his fingerbreadth and everyone fell to their knee as New House of York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck speeds. Without any transition, the empty-bellied space and pallid swirling lights were replaced with the Oliver Stone shaft that the metropolis had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the shaft below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the control surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the putz, sitting back where it used to with the blue light sky overhead.

Throughout the metropolis, everyone crawled out of their tax shelter and looked at the sky and the white cloud, listened to the sound of the river filling back up, and smelled the fresh air. As one, every man and backer raised their hands and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again self-coloured and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no Old Nick or Gargoyle may ever cross over, even if summoned by humans. Never again shall the legion of sin be any threat to this universe or its living manakin. The barrier between this universe and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of Heaven or Yahve may enter this realm or perdition without my permission. As the Celestial Avatar, their office can not overthrow my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raffaello Sanzio asked, unable to think that not only was the fight over, but that the demand for Angels and garden angelica was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one affair I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to blaze and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The role of Hell is to punish the wicked in the name of Justice, not serve as the twisting dungeon of existence and house and raise the force out of evil. Tenebrous and his demonic horde have corrupted Scheol with their dark aspiration and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate iniquity, and now I finally have the force to do it and impart justice to the unit of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"genus Selene said with equal determination.

Baltoh regained his grin and gave her a diffuse buss."Even as a god, I know that I can not stop you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"Molly said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosemary took a late breath and pulled off the rood around her neck opening."I'm coming as well. You have my heart, my loyalty, and my allegiance. From this percentage point forward, I am not an Archangel of Jehovah, but a handmaiden 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 position.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon Yahwe and I'm certainly not going to osculate you, but I will join you for this final pursuit. 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 in Hell,"Raphael said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the early Angelica Archangelica gave exchangeable calls of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was distinguish from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the finally prison term you draw you're sword. Don't you want it to happen while fighting side by side with your friend ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. several seconds passed by, with only the jazz and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and shake Baltoh's script."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the coast of the Isle of the Damned, a Continent about the size of England and surrounded by a flat sea of red region, burning for eternity and stretching forth without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson swarm and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the desolate landscape painting of the Isle of the Damned lay burning fields, lakes of bubbling magma, woodland of undead Tree, and millions of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and sinner of Hell, all in the most brutal and cruel manner possible. But no affair how much the hoi polloi suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their soundbox would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could persist in to have.

Among the citizenry being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With rusty swords and grease-gun cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the revelatory landscape painting in fright and terror while desperately trying to hightail it from nuisance, if only for a short-circuit time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to cat or cry.

"These are the burning Pastures of the islet of the Damned, the first zone of infernal region. This is where new prisoners appear and where escaped prisoners flee to in the promise of some form of guard. It is a battlefield, with the deceased someone fighting in and endless and hopeless war in ordering to lam their torment and punishment. Considering how this is always a battlefield, it's not surprising that it is also office of the rophy of anger. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raffaello Santi asked.

"We are going to release the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoner here, innocent souls cursed for all infinity for minor infractions and sinfulness. I may have been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by Department of Justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading horde Summoning !"he called with his phonation carrying across the isle of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the Isle of the Damned, hundreds of thousands of suit of armor began to materialize, made of glistening blue metallic element and indestructible ash gray that glowed like the stars. Protruding from their backs were large extension that seemed to be made out of mercury while in their hands were bladed weapons that were as long as railroad car and consisted of a prospicient crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretch between the two pointedness, parallel to the acantha of the blade. The artillery was designed to be held with both hands far apart, for a hefty offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a patch like that performed,"Rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a trance that I myself invented from the power of the universe. Cinereo is the universe from which promised land and hellhole budded off from and its Department of Energy was both the architect and textile from which Archangel and daimon spells were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the power to create new celestial spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armor marched across the burning fields in formation. Echoing throughout the isle of the Damned, their synchronized footfalls shook the ground and echoed through Hell. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their monumental brand and carving through bone and anatomy with comfort. They trekked through the pastures of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every metre they came upon a human being somebody, they would scan the soul to identify whatever it was that had banished that mortal to the pits, and if the person received their condemnation through a serious crime like rape, thieving, adultery, or unfair murder, then they were left prat. But if they were only guilty of diminished harmless sins, then the suit of armor would afford up like blossoming flowers and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the lawsuit of armour, the excoriate soul would be given great lastingness and power, even beyond Archangels. With this new specialty, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A majuscule shadow filled the crimson sky as an US Army of Demons appeared, bringing forth conjuring Necropolises and Graveyards of the Damned to instantly mobilize thousands of Gargoyles and sinner to retake the captive of Scheol. With this new challenge, the social reformer began to pick of speed. Half of them took flight while the remainder charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loud bellow echoed from abstruse within the islet of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to arise. They were of all type, church doctrine, and forms, ranging from black tartar, demonic birds, nightmarish louse, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged brute with monstrous strong-arm characteristics, and countless former animals that were large enough to trample a city and were adorned with horrifyingly demonic appearances.

With a snap of his fingers, Baltoh summoned suits of armor for all of the archangel, as well as Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their case 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 anchor ring burning in the plaza of a large gold fireball that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not consume.

Their armor also had a practically sleeker and more form-fitting plan, with atomic number 79 lining every shell and an color cross on the chest plate. On top of liquid state metal chassis, each musical composition and plate fit together like reptilian scales but with to the full solid tribute like even armor plating. For the men, their armor had a certain bulkiness, while the adult female's armor was more slender and flexible, while still consisting of large solid plates. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their swords, each remade with heavy strength and cutting power.

For Molly, Rosemary, and Selene, there armor was even more than unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their annulus had been completely replaced with illumination solar systems, quite similar to the entire toy wandflower above Baltoh's, and each with a existent egg-sized adept and ten satellite orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the other. While retaining their gold lining, the plates of their armor had changed in coloration, switching from chopper white to a very deep and benighted blueing and decorated with radiation pattern of low diamonds that looked like ace. Instead of a mark like the others, their chest of drawers photographic plate had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two infinity symbols overlapping at the center perpendicularly with a sun within each grummet. Last but not to the lowest degree, their wings themselves had gained a new manakin, gaining a mercury membrane in place of their feathering.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in amazement, feeling their power horizontal surface rocket. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your speed, strength, and top executive up beyond my former level. regard it a gift, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. genus Selene, mollie, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of Angels to become my Celestial Valkyries. You three now have the ability to draw rein the powers of the universe and elements as your spells, and knowledge of how to use them will come up naturally. With these enhancements, I believe I can leave these Titans to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingers, more than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a immense flaming mushroom cloud formed deep in res publica, as if the world's most powerful atomic bomb calorimeter had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a nighttime and heavy sensory faculty of apprehension as a malicious Department of Energy weighed down upon them.

"Satan, the first hellhole Prince and caster of judgment upon the new arrival. Oh look, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll earn it fast, just make sure you take tare of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing presence of the approaching pit Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their apprehensiveness and returning their excitement and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's words, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to charge a Dark heart rate, a reformer charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred geezerhood and was glad to have the force to fight back. The beast released the attack, tearing apart the infertile ground and barely missing the armored fighter. The social reformer jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two ending of her arm into the top of its skull and making sure not to fall behind any momentum or to pull the blade out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its pass in half down the middle. As she ran down its back, her blade cut down its neck, into the chest of drawers, and carved right through its black heart. The creature fell over dead with its brains and blood spilling out onto the arid soil.

A fiend flew towards a reformer like a prominent eagle, skimming just over the ground with a fizgig in her hand. She reached out to stab the reformist, but he blocked with his weapon, granted to a greater extent than plenty force by his armor to confront the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained office, the meliorist reached out and grabbed the fiend by the throat and slammed her down into the basis with devastating superpower, making her cough ancestry from all the shredded channels and venous blood vessel 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 crusader flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down waves of tincture fire into Baltoh's United States Army. The creature noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a bare fly. Taking the initiative, the Crusader flew by its annexe and cut right through the membrane of leathery form that allowed it to sustain flight of steps. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its back. The Gargoyle reached up with its buns to try and smash the reformist, but he dodged with ease before he raised his weapon and slashed the animate being across the dorsum of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had control of its dead body. It struggled to wave its wound wing, but it could not take aim flight. Just before it crashed into the primer, the crusader imbedded his weapon in the gash in the rachis of the Gargoyle's neck. The dark behemoth landed in a electrocution theatre of operations, tossing soil and Lucy Stone into the air, and the wallop drove the soldier's weapon into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to shake as cleft opened up in the ground. firing poured out of the gaps in the earth and huge skeletal deal reached out. Slowly, baker's dozen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the army of Crusader. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several Dark pulse rate into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the Crusaders without any distinction.

"Come on, Molly ! Let's take precaution of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid metal annexe and shot towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't first without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her handwriting and materialized her own immense cleaver.

With their long pilus hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two womanhood zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for conflict. Molly was the first to arrive at the group and instinctively attacked the systema skeletale closest to her. With a roaring of determination, she spun around in the air and swung the archway vane with all of her intensity level, imbedding the edge in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, shot formed across its skull like a wanderer web and its whole cranium shattered in a lustrous explosion, as if the leaf blade had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.

Moving faster than a travel rapidly heater, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right field to its acantha between its ribcage and its hip, crippling it with ease. The gargantuan goliath roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its nighttime pulsing into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, Selene zoomed straight up and crack right through its skull like a surviving hummer, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the English as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by molly who came along and cut off all their custody with her cleaver. Falling back to project her adjacent picture show, Selene gasped as she felt a wavelet of noesis flow through her mind. instructions for a patch were entering her subconscious mind as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to dredge up her vigor, feeling it naturally take and organize itself.

Driven by unstoppable instincts, she pointed her hand and called out,"Celestial Art : fire up Obliteration !"

Answering her claim, a crackling bolt of pure electrical energy erupted from her palm, as strong if not hard than a theology Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by archangel, this was true elemental galvanizing big businessman, not an imitation made of holy place energy. Moving almost at the stop number of light, the massive surge struck a Bleak in the eye of its chest, shattering its ribs and severing its acantha. As the dying monstrosity began to buckle, she fired again, this fourth dimension blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : tornado Scythe !"Molly hollered.

Glowing like neon gas, silver steer wrapped around her bow-shaped blade and howled as she raised it above her straits. With a yowl of assurance, she threw the weapon system at bunch of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing tornado. The pillar of glowing wind charged into the threesome of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging pig. As they fell to their reason, every bone in their body stock split into oodles of flawlessly-cut sections, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser ray. The blade returned to Molly like a boomerang and she gained a wide smiling underneath the tinct glass peak of her helm. She finally had the true forcefulness to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to gather a certain fight with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."Celestial Art : Cosmic Crush !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a barrage of nighttime Pulses, their organic structure began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting crash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted triplet and crashed into the ground, shattering on impact. Selene had increased the force of gravity on their soundbox, multiplying their own weight by more than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : Star parturition !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her fingerbreadth, a sector of red visible radiation scene across the open air space and hit its mark on the Bleak's frontal bone, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. Selene cracked a smiling and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a fire mushroom swarm, originating from inside its head. The spell she had just used mimicked the fiery fusion process that takes property in stars, causing a small-scale atomic explosion inside the savage. It was basically a firecracker compared to the nuclear explosions caused by atomic turkey, being only warm enough to annihilate a urban center city block. She pointed at two more than Bleaks and killed them in the Sami way, obliterating them form the inside out with little nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : meteoroid annihilation !"Molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the primer, a volcanic boulder was pulled free and flew up to molly. She pressed her bridge player against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the Lapplander velocity as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The bowlder hit one of the Bleaks in the meat of its chest, creating a transonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its entire consistence to dust. The meteor shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitational pull. By the fourth dimension it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the satellite, and it would only deliver one chance before shooting off into the completely empty space. For a dissever endorsement, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that light up touch was more than than enough to rocket a tidal wave of fervidness out of sphere. The flaming cloud was almost as large as the planet itself and Hell shook wildly from the fire up yet sudden impact.

She called forth another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The hulk managed to sidestep to avert strong-arm middleman, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic boom of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right face of its torso in a fraction of a instant. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished building, mollie looked over to genus Selene, who had just killed her one-sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two friends looked at each other and then to the final Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper speed, they both charged towards the frame, both wanting to beat out the other in Demon-killing and have the gamey score. The Bleak was just about to launch a Dark heartbeat at the two womanhood when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their limb, and simultaneously punched it in the expression with enough power to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken fear of, the women both gave the mental instruction to forswear their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a puzzle box. With affectionate grin on their faces, Selene and molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millepede heavyweight that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan beast had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a flow of back breaker from its fanged mouthpiece. With a holla, Michael punched the colossus in the middle of its body with all of his strength, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its eubstance. The mass of daimon spirits howled in pain as every stemma vas in its farseeing body ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a behemoth before, even while casting the spell, he would give probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

Blind and in agony but still very much alive, the behemoth hissed and launched a dark Pulse muscular enough to obliterate a mountain range. With fortunate flame automatically burning along the brand, Michael swung his sword and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive force like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the clap finally trickled to a plosive consonant, Michael raised his blade and gripped it with both hands. With blinding saturation, the golden flames around the steel surged upwards, multiplying in size over a 100 times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of fire, the colossus was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal push within the golden flames. At its pique, the sword was the route of a favourable burning crack, larger than any tornado on Earth. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his blade like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : electrocution Moon slice !"he bellowed as the attack slammed into the heavyweight, ripping its head and the speed half of its body in half.



"holy man Art : Spear of portion,"Gabriel said, holding his hand out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely plumage at him.

Upon his command, over a hundred irradiation of luminosity began firing from his paw, each bending and straightening out with the golden voulge blade at the ends leading them. The blades of energy and the gargantuan wings collided with each other like slug in the air. Such a feat was unacceptable without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his speed was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his archetype charm. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before 100 of monumental vim vane bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten loads of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless stream of steel striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to pieces. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment newsflash !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was brighter than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the lustrous light and shielded its heart, giving Raphael the pure opportunity to swing his brand and lop off one of its hands in a single slash. The Titan howled in agony and clutched the bleeding rostrum as the severed hand fell into the burning sea with a massive stir. Spinning around, the titan swung his tail in an attack to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raphael stopped the monumental attack with one manus as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one movement of his sword.

"Demon Art : Monster solidus !"the heavyweight roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five invisible edge that were each sinewy enough to cut through a architectonic plate.

"Angel Art : gate of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his sword.

Before the slashes could turn over him, a golden logic gate, as large as the figurehead of Mt. Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the tone-beginning. With the sanctum energy that the gate was radiating with, the inconspicuous sword couldn't even slip between the bars.

"holy person Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the behemoth could even realize what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as magnanimous as the imperium Department of State building fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its intense weightiness and blasting its sinister heart right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : crushing Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the Dark heartbeat of a tiger Titan with a mat of quills on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of piddle appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drainpipe that lead to the bottom of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the Burning pastureland, extinguishing the flaming and slamming into the heavyweight as a knock-down tidal wave. Vast swarm of steam rose up into the sky as the water supply poured across the waste countryside and put out all the flame before reaching the slide of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the meliorist all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and sinner and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its ground against the ceaseless flood. The surging airfoil of the water was further disrupted as dozens of vast bony hands reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like safe to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : I. F. Stone Jaws !"she called with her gist burning at the stake with confidence and power.

Intercepting the bony men, heavy daggers of earthly concern burst from the footing in the midst of the growing arms, crushing them like twigs in the chela of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of electricity down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in torture as it was electrocuted with enough energy to power an full land. bridge of electricity arched between its quills, its soma peeled and melted off its dead 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 rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in revolution and drawing a large ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the halo was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a dismal shade and shined like the stars. With a thunder, the Panthera tigris Titan burst from the aerofoil of her sea, claws barred and opprobrious fire electrocution between its jaws. With a roar of decision, Rosemary slammed her palm against the middle of the ring, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded vitality that was six metrical foot in diameter. The blast struck the Titan in the chest, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the beast and the alluvion now a jumbo ice carving, Rosemary shot towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nose with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the integral frozen structure exploded into icy gunpowder, killing all the Demons and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The conflict suddenly became silent as a deafening roar shook the isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to cover their ears to try and stymy the crippling interference. In the distance, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a trench mortar plate before crashing into the land in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a wave of blast. Standing in the flames arose a gargantuan beast, declamatory enough to bust up a Titan in its jaws and kick back aside a slew like an drill musket ball. It was the Tempter, the starting time Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, immense sinewy arms lined with blade, serrated claws that were twice as long as his fingers, monumental flank that could veil the sky, curled bull-like trumpet, and a look that seemed like a mix of a Canis aureus's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to know and fear.

"So the vigilante income tax return. Normally you would flee to the man of the support at the smallest polarity of my advance. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not matter, you always were and always will be goose egg compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're amiss. I have transcended to the degree of the Supreme Being and gone far past your puny world. You, the hell on earth Prince of anger, is no more than of a scourge to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! devil Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet blow so hefty that only beingness of the view of hell Prince and higher could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing weight of the vigor it was giving off, energy so gloomy and powerful that it could kill a city of people just through its ambient world. The blast itself was so sinewy that if launched from the sun during a full alignment, it would obliterate every planet in the solar organisation. Even after everything she had seen, genus Selene was filled with apprehension and veneration for Baltoh as the radiance of the blast made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Satan released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear explosion going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal irradiation of blood-red vim with almost ten times the forcefulness as Baltoh's old rage blast. The free energy washed over the Celestial Avatar like a flood of magma and surged out over the ocean of fire, sending burning tidal wafture in all directions that could take intact land. Flying out from the major planet due to its curve, the beam shot deep into the hollow space, soaring for several indorsement before detonating in an blowup that looked like a supernova.

"Funny that you address me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is numb !"Old Nick cackled as the skunk cleared.

"I was unseasonable,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Satan's eyes widened in terror and everyone gasped, unable to believe that someone, even Baltoh, could learn a eruption like that head-on and survive. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unhurt.

"If that's the best you can do, then you are even frown than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his finger's breadth.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his body went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his energy to finally release itself like body heat and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his entire organic structure was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hell Prince gave an excruciating howl as every bone in his eubstance simultaneously snapped and his organic structure began to collapse in on itself. He raised his king levels as highschool as they could go, but he was basically trying to support back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every clear place in his body began to collapse under the tune, his break up bones being reduced to powder, his veins and muscularity tearing themselves to tear up. As the carrying into action continued, his body began to shrink as the weight of Baltoh's muscularity began compacting his particle themselves, pushing them so close together that the electron were grinding against the core group and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and Beelzebub's whole consistency snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and heavy as a black hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his digit, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding heartbeat, having been converted into raw free energy by its own imbalance.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a altogether interior of a planet to earn out."He said.



The aspect of a Gargoyle had been carved into the islet of the Damned with the jaws unfold in a furious boom. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the depths of Scheol. The pit was the size of a meteor crater, allowing for entities as large as Lucifer to pass through, while the sides were lined with countless staircases.

With Baltoh, the garden angelica, the Valkyries, and the reformer all standing at the boundary of the pit, one of the give up intent cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial embodiment. I'm here to unloose the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the rocker for evil but its punisher. I will exterminate every cobbler's last Demon and Gargoyle and take away the major power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of sight. genus Selene, mollie, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the garden angelica and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his script and a sphere of light appeared in his palm, illuminating the way down. The pit was so monolithic that if he were to try and fully light it from that sphere, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well have just jumped off a drop at night and there was no other slope. Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis watched the passing position of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of human skeletons. There had to be a billion unlike remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the threshold, as there may be some barriers and confinement that even I won't be able to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is tenebrific. The only difference is that this is his world, his universe. John L. H. Down here, he makes the pattern. I will be able-bodied to defeat almost of his obstacles and rules, but we are on his sod and he has the home field advantage."

Baltoh and his grouping finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new worldly concern. In the space, a urban center of cherry sandstone, bones, and undead Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree woven into wicker structures stood against the burning background. The edifice ranged from humble huts to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screams of the people inside being tortured by Sinners. The city itself was larger than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the electrocution grazing land above, the dry land around the city was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically tube, a sky of ailing vomit-shaded cloud swirled above their heads. The sky of Hell was dissimilar from the sky of solid ground ; it was… bigger. It was like the swarm were very much higher in the sky with a with child aura, providing an overwhelming spirit of vulnerability, like a mouse caught in the receptive with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a flock of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid aroma as flame streamed out from the fractures. The deal had a muffled harden pinnacle, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very bottomland of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the combustion grass and cast down into the pit to fall down to the city. This idea was proven by the thousands of damned souls that blanketed the mountain, defenseless and moaning in pain from their shatter skeleton and their normally lethal accidental injury. Scanning their thinker with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sins of everyone on the mountain, and for the people he deemed innocent and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his causa of armor, recruiting them into his armies while the criminals and shamefaced someone were ignored. As the raining crusader organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the urban center of ire, where people who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torment everyone else. They are the Sinners. However, because they have sworn their fealty to the ogre, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a declaration, and they become mortal like the quietus of the satanic personnel. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner universe, this urban center is their largest hive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Lucifer's domain

As he spoke, Selene and Molly were looking up at the writhing sky with curiosity."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are underground ? We didn't even lessen that far,"mollie pondered.

"It's true up, we are in the satellite of Hell. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural laws. This is a realm of mysticism and apparition, not science and reason. The interior of the planet is a whole other reality of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his fingerbreadth up at the exit of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering dagger of gem from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a bolt of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering snake of electricity dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a crash, an explosion, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a hollow in realness itself like a pipe. In the city, the skeletal followers of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in terror, having watched the thunderbolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to take the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to deal away the business leader from the evildoer once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not become the Edgar Lee Masters of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his fingerbreadth. Beside every lawsuit of armor and crusader, a wing stallion appeared, covered in halcyon armor.

"Now we shall land down the walls of this metropolis and go on our siege on Hell ! Let these evildoer know that their malefic ambitions and wretched souls stand no chance against the power of light ! Decimate this bastion of duskiness and put these atrocious strong drink back in their place ! Everyone, blast !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a hollering of confidence and loyalty, the Crusader answered the call and began their charge. half of the winged stallion took to the air while the other half galloped down the side of the mountain with their monumental meat cleaver in hand and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the quite a little and gasped as the Crusaders flew and galloped towards the City of Wrath. Leaving their torture victim behind, the Sinners gathered at the edge of the city in the 10 of millions and prepared their United States Department of Defense. As wave after waving of glistening scrapper surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smile on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a curious grin on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so deep in thought and focused ever since you gained the Throne of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally able to do what I was born to do. I finally have the great power to slay malevolent once and for all. Back when I was just a crossbreed, I would never hold 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 ability to make my dream come admittedly. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

genus Selene smiled and pressed her backtalk against his, while drawing her blade with her relinquish hand."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and bullets were launched from the city by the million as the Sinners fought with weapons from all across meter. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's regular army, but could do no harm to the horse or their rider, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny blast. Sprinting down the steep mess, the mystical stallions panted heavily with each step but felt no fatigue or loss of enduringness. Their powerful muscles shook and warped as their hooves struck the primer, shattering the brimstone like fixed dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their nous like stoppage of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resolve to slay their persecutor, with their armour going from shining to glowing as their confidence and loyalty grew in strength. By the time they were halfway down the deal, each reformist was glowing like the moon, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the evildoer below.

In one not bad crash, the basis troops slammed into the line of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusader used the size of their curve leaf blade to reach out and stab and cleave the Sinners as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their bones like twigs. idle or fatally wounded Sinners turned to ash as the last suggestion of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the horde of Sinners like a tankful and drove deep into the city.

Gargoyles and demons filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged horses flew through the air, maneuvering between each daimon as the Crusader would reach out and trounce them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beams of brightness level, injection from the annexe of the knight like the Feather pointer magic spell. The lightsome free energy burned their soma 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 city, slaughtering any Sinner that approached without even acknowledging their existence. As he remembered, the edifice of the metropolis were make with a wicker-like weave of stick from undead trees, but they served a function other than building fabric. The bulwark, floors, and roofs also served as prison for damned soul with their bodies packed inside past the point of being crushed to destruction or suffocation. Every body had been pierced scads of times by steel retinal rod that served as reinforcing stimulus for the construction like the 2x4s of a house. The bodies were pressed against incline sides of their caning John Milton Cage Jr. like meshwork of piano wire with blood streaming from the cuts that each branch had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in pain from their distress and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the brain of each person to identify their Sin. To those he deemed clean-handed or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a courting of armor for them to adhesion to so that they could join his ranks. As raining beam of light of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the building and felt mad to his tummy. The people they were saving were locked in torture gimmick and undergoing vilification that darkened his creative thinker with abominable retentivity from before his birth as the cross. The sinner had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round from a tank shot through the air and detonated five pes from him, unable to issue forth any closer. He turned to the mechanical monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human bones. The Sinners inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the for the first time, it exploded before it could touch him and the flames and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and instantly caused the cooler to flip-flop into the air and dematerialise, taking the passengers with it to the realm of nonentity. A chorus line of kerfuffle reached his pinna and he turned with a little grin of amusement as a crowd of Sinners came sprinting down the street with several social reformer on horseback chasing them. The evildoer'pinched feet clacked on the cobblestone ground as they ran desperately, unable to break loose the reformist. With powerful swings, the men and women hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeletons like rotting pin. As they rode yesteryear Baltoh, they all gave loyal fore of their heads.

"Celestial Art : cutting sirocco !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her workforce at a mathematical group of Demons, she released a sinewy jet of sand that seemed to form out of the air itself. The blast was just as large as a god Ray and it washed over the devil with each grain striking with the force of a high-caliber hummer. The Demons howled in pain as their bodies were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending foggy blood and sleety flesh streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the cloud by a deafening roar that shook the burning sky. A great heavyweight lowered itself from the clouds with a body that looked like a mix between a vulture and a dragon, with scraggy feathers, a long neck, a fanged nozzle, and serpent heart. It released a bone-chilling shrieking and a nighttime pulse appeared between its jaws, strong enough to take out the whole city. Before it could let go the blow, Baltoh snapped his finger and range of mountains of illumination reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the field of energy in its nozzle disappeared. He snapped his fingers once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the brute apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheer echoed across the metropolis as the cobbler's last pall screams were extinguished. The urban center had been taken faster than any city on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of enviousness was in their heap and hearing range. scream, as high as whistles and as low as dying brute'could be heard, sending shivers crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Hell and his tycoon. Standing on the shoring of the inky disastrous ocean, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the spray. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with glassy eyes and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside drop-off, forced to survive wave after frigid undulation slamming into them and the fiendish birds and crustaceans of inferno picking and feeding on their organic structure, with every wounding instantly regenerating so that they could go along to feel pain in the neck. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their throw away light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"shit it, I hated this place the most when I came here,"Rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of invidia, the spot where those who let jealousy run their animation are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of wrath, ran the combustion Pastures and the City of anger, Leviathan, Prince of invidia, is in ascendence of this ocean. Here, the oily water poisons their bodies like assault and battery acid to symbolize how envy toxicant the mind and it weighs down on them with crushing power, just like how their tactual sensation of inadequacy crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the Demons and Gargoyles underneath the surface, torturing them without pause. Now the only things they envy are those that no recollective survive. This property is tricky, as it has the expectant number of Titans and it is difficult to assure who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the spirits in the straightaway expanse to figure out which single were guilty, and which ones were innocent. Those that were driven to consecrate crimes and caused scathe because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the dupe of man nature had their chains broken so that they could lift to the Earth's surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another army of winged courting of armor on flying knight to enrol the freed individual and slay the monstrous inhabitant. They galloped across the shifting piddle, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the water with their two-handle blades, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creatures of swarthiness just below the surface. Any wooing that weren't fighting bonded themselves to freed prisoners, granting them their power. The light get-up-and-go that flowed through the armour healed their lay waste to nous and gave them the declaration to fight.

The Gargoyles and daimon swam deep below the control surface to elude the mass murder, thinking they would be safety. The evil beasts were filled with terror as the reformer and their buck dove below the surface, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible speed, they followed the animal cryptical and deeper into the body of water, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A km from the beach, the sea floor dropped into a step continental slope, that seemed to delve into the darkest depth of Hell. As the Crusaders chased down the wretched wight, their weapons and the fender of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

Deep in the apparition, a enceinte eye opened.



From the shifting wave of the ocean, a colossal whale burst from the ocean. Its mouth was subject and full of erose teeth, its spinal column was covered in spikes, and it was declamatory enough to snap up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the water, swallowing several hundred Crusader in the appendage. Cricking his neck from side to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, able to draw Forth River and release the push without even using his body or a source. The beam of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the back of its head, destroying half of its skull and all of its brains. The dead animate being sank below the surface as the bottom-feeder creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great splash tore apart the surface as a monolithic set of claw reached out and tried to snatch up up the flying meliorist. They managed to avoid the monolithic pincer as the Titan rose to the surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four sets of pincers and a stern like that of a Scorpion. A night heart rate began to charge at the end of its cut and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning platter of Department of Energy appeared above his headspring and shot towards the titan, expanding to the creature's size. The disk collided with the Titan's brass and vertically sliced it in half. Once the sword reached its stinger, the charging night Pulse exploded and ripped the bushed body apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a Brobdingnagian horde of giant began to seem from the black depths of the sea, each resembling a creature from dry land. There were sharks that just had circular fossa of teeth instead of caput and jaws, calamari with tentacles lined with vane of bone, crabs that had batch blanketed with castles on their shield, blade fish with serrated barbs that could fire Dark Pulses from the tip of the blade, and trillion of demonic piranhas that were person cells of a single Titan.

As the legions formed, one final entity rose up from the deepness. The brute was as large as Satan with vile green peel, an apish body, webbed fingers with sharp claws, outstretched wings that looked like the peel of frogs, and a read/write head that looked like an octopus with almost a one C long swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of Envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the rest of you kill those Titans."

Rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet open and a grin on her boldness."Actually maestro, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the titan ? I wouldn't mind testing my strength against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the same smile."I like this approximation. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you 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 the pits Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his claw hands, but an detonation rocked against his head and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fighting is with us !"Selene hollered with locoweed wafting from her palm.

"YOUR skeletal frame WILL LIE AT THE merchantman OF MY ocean FOR ALL OF infinity !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and stab towards them.

The Valkyries and Angelica Archangelica split up to dodge the attempt and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his flank at Leviathan and launched a burst of burning javelins.

"backer Art : Divinity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hired man, both the sizing of office buildings.

"backer Art : fizgig of circumstances !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a show off torrent of sword of gilt light with each beam bend in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electricity from her palm.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"Rosemary shape, drawing a electron lens in the air and then launching the lazuline beam.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of ovalbumin fire !"molly yelled, raising her branch above her heading and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of pearly flaming and surged towards Leviathan with plenty heat to burn diamond.

Combined with the tone-beginning of the other Angelica Archangelica, the Brobdingnagian cascade of techniques slammed into Leviathan like a 12 wow clout, knocking him back and drawing forth a howling of hurting, but causing no visible damage to his physical structure. Stepping out of the cloud of skunk, he only roared in violence and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his facial expression like a swarm of Gaul tongues. As they shot forward, fanged mouthpiece opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in thirst for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as tardily as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"Well it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"cum on boys, there is no way we'll beat him from a aloofness. We're going to have to get up close and deliver some material damage,"rosemary said as she materialized her archway blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to carry through our prat ! He'll never let us inhabit it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her wings and pilot towards Leviathan with her leaf blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now tolerate me to show you the true benefit of being god, the one thing that only someone in my league can achieve. Celestial Art : creature Kingdom beleaguering !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous matter began to strike place. Matter was forming from pure energy and rearranging itself into specific compounds and atom. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino Zen, and they in turn of events joined together to create cell. Jehovah could pull in Archangels, Tenebrous could create Demons and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arrival, eagle, war hawk, and falcons, all larger than Titans and each with greater fierceness and posture, swooped down to begin their struggle. Every feather on their soundbox was glowing faintly, showing the protective free energy sealed within. Showing no fear, the chick of prey obeyed the will of their Lord and attacked the giant, snatching them right out of the weewee with their longsighted talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the birds with Dark Pulses and early spells, but their techniques had no affect on the birds whatsoever, as their feathers were acting as energy sender that cloaked them in a protective aureole, and the Department of Energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their claws tearing through frame and pearl with comfort, the wench threw their prey into the air and finished the Jehovah Titans off with their wings, cutting through the devil'trunk with their feathers harder and sharper than katanas. lineage and butchered organic structure character rained down as the Titans were chopped to musical composition, completely helpless against the superior creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating more puppet in which to toss off the Titans with. Sea serpents, miles long with trunk so large that they approached Leviathan's size of it, rose up from the depths with booming roars. Each serpent had glazed Joseph Black body, decorated with patterns of glowing yellow lines. The backs of their caput were guarded with mats of os spikes their centre glowed with power. With angry holla, the serpents dove down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With powerful chomps, they crushed the dead body of the daemon like peanut shells and swallowed them whole, carving down their numbers like a lifelike disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, loads of the giant all turned to Baltoh and released their Dark Pulses at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his creations would die with him. The blasts washed over Baltoh like a alluvion but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an inconspicuous prolate buckler that stood whether he willed it or not. As the attack shrank and split into their last flickering beads of duskiness, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this time with his fingers interlocked."Celestial Art : Almighty Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only mo prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titan like the tentacles of the calamari that filled their ranks. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the woodwind like animals caught in hardened concrete, the Titan snarled and roared as they tried to break away rid of their wooden prison house, but even with all the lastingness in their bodies, the Sir Henry Wood held solid and carried a deadly ability. Not only were the tree infused with vast measure of light muscularity to antagonize the toxic presence of the undead animal in their traveling bag, but they were also draining them of their index. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean level was colonized.

With town-sized birds attacking from above, sea snake almost as large as mickle ranges attacking from below, and grabbing tree bursting from the soil like spike from a booby snare, the Titans had no way to fly the coop their mass murder.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the rest of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming swords drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop up them up into sushi with a lightning-fast flurry of solidus. Butchered man of flesh were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to iota by their steel. They all had confident smiles on their faces, ineffectual to believe that they were actually battling a snake pit Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a vociferation of conclusion, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic shelling of poke and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a line of credit of sausages. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing magic spell, she was moving faster than the human eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

down below, Molly was launching sword of wind from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like trees being hit with the shockwave of an atomic explosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her totally. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solid ice. With a smile, Molly released a raw burst of power from every inch of her trunk, causing the suspend tentacle to shatter into firearm. Having been rescued, molly looked down at rosemary, who had a lens of ice energy hovering in movement of her. Smiling under her helm, molly blew a kiss to her lesbian concubine and Rosemary responded by forming a V with her power and midsection finger in nominal head of her face.

Their flirtation was cut short as another drove of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hand at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her spell."supernal Art : Nuclear Flash !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heat energy and deadly amounts of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer layer of their flesh were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the nuclear burst of energy. Materializing her cleaver, Rosemary threw the arm with all of her posture, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to irrupt into dust.

Several cheap howl echoed from tail end her as a group of tentacles tried a surprise attack. Clapping her hands together, Rosemary cast her succeeding go."celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fire streaming from the boundary and forming a soporific nates, her spinning chopper returned and fool past her foreland, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flaming strike.

"Rosemary, come in on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosemary caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the perdition Prince's huge vacillation branch. 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 rima oris underneath the netted mat of cut off tentacles."daemon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"he roared, casting the same spell that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone movement !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, mollie, Rosemary, and the Archangels desperately tried to escape from the fire but many were caught within it when the beam was finally unleashed. Shaking all of Hell, the crimson beam of energy was launched with an atomic explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flashgun and the Archangels caught within the radio beam were instantly dematerialized as every atom in their bodies was converted to pure push. The beam shot off across snake pit, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken urban center of ire and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the Hell can we possibly vie with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his metrical unit, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, tree that could criticize aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a vertical ring around him with monumental arm grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man resume. A horizontal ring then formed from the upright mob, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a leg from the back grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse irruption.

"This isn't a real prison, consider it more as a cradle for my next creation. Celestial Art : Forest bloom of youth !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his hands together.

As the welkin of crimson energy charged between his jaws, a leafy branch burst from the back of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the ramification, the hell Prince screamed in infliction as More branches began to burst out of his flesh, forming massive Tree in a matter of indorsement. Throughout his body, unstoppable subdivision were shredding his brawniness, crushing his veins, and tearing through his organ as they looked for the perfect situation to spread out and drain him of his energy. Desperate to fend 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 derive near Baltoh, they stopped dead and were blanketed with flowers.

The forest continued to grow and fly high, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his energy. By the time the spell was make out, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his os were serving as the handles for unnumberable monumental trees, almost every muscle and Hammond organ had been torn to man and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained intact. The Prince of Envy had been killed, and in his death he had brought forth life.

With a grin, Baltoh turned to his lover and supporter."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah hoot it, there is no way that he is going to let us hold out this down…"



After crossing the sea and recruiting decade of trillion of new Crusaders while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the other slope and reached the next area of Hell ; a desert of black sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his radical stood at the border of the expansive desert.

Selene's oculus widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a daimon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these jet-black dunes, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my stallion life history here slaying daimon upon their birth. This destitute landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the Hell Prince Phosphorus, the first Demon that was originally a fallen archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Jehovah. Here, the souls guilty of the sin of pridefulness are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the demon, serving as a workplace strength for construction repository and also as concubines. This desert serves a very unequalled purpose beyond just being a circle in hellhole for which to punish the doomed, as it also serves as the birthplace and nursery for blaze's Demons. This is where they all come into existence, born from the darkness of man souls that can no longer endure the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the same job as with the others ?"molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."discharge the innocent and drubbing the demon, the perfect way to spend and afternoon."



A ceaseless US Army of towers and monuments stood among the fatal dunes like tombstones in a necropolis, each made from an obsidian-like stone formed from the ash of fall apart skeleton in the closet compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a wood that endured the rap of a nuclear bomb calorimeter. In the backdrop, a huge lake of swirling ardor stirred in an perpetual whirlpool, and every arcsecond, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the choler and venom humans on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, immense cylinder block of this stone were quarried from spate and under the littoral by the slaves of Hell ; men, fair sex, and tike, all with rags for clothes, gaunt consistence, and branding iron masks that were clamped around their point. Moaning in pain as they worked, the slave moved the van-sized block of stone to the monuments being built, all while their daimon Edgar Lee Masters barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would keel over from enfeeblement, the Demons or Gargoyles would gang up on them like marauder on a fresh carcass. Men and male child would be eaten active, too tired to scream as the physique was pealed from their osseous tissue. charwoman and fille were raped to dying and then their shredded bodies were devoured. After a few minutes, the butcher cadaver of the slave would reform and the blame someone would number back to aliveness, only to be put to crop once again. From the 1000000 upon millions of meaningless statues, Pyramids of Egypt, and temples standing in the George Sand, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the daybreak of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed several hundred miles of desert and fought through the creatures of Hell, the follower of Baltoh had come to the final exam stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon sitting in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to attract faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The demon's thunder jumped in volume as the sleigh came to a sudden full point and did not move, no matter how gruelling she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid eyes on Selene, blocking the way. With a hollering, the devil cracked her flaming whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the roll could even snap back, the monster's arm and promontory were sliced off by surprise flack by molly, who delivered the deadly setback with a knock-down cut of her arch blade. The monster only had plenty time to give a individual dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

audience the claim of their sister, all the demon and Gargoyles raised their oral sex in watchfulness and cursed as the crusader came into vista, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their whips in one hired hand and artillery in the other, the Demons leapt into action mechanism with a tidal moving ridge of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the reformist, Angelica Archangelica, and Valkyries slaughtered the demon by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more suit of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So cool off that he might as well have been taking a amble through the region, he annihilated every Demon that came close without the slightest movement or thought.

Above his drumhead, genus Selene and the others were decimating the force of swarthiness with spell after turn, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy effect was continuously getting reinforcements in the course of new Demons and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of Fire, hungry for slaughter, and the newborn Demons would claw their way up from subway, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an 60 minutes had passed since the fight began when the signaling roars were heard, letting everyone know that Prince of Darkness had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his realm was destroyed ... The demon and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his glide slope, laughing in the self-confidence that triumph was about to be theirs. The field of battle became quiet, save for the roar that had not ended. Yet there were more holler radiating from the setting, thick with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"genus Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the original of anguish. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ arrest calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare pass up of panic as she remembered the top executive of the Master of overrefinement that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a smell of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of Torture are not as rare and few in act as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own Titan steed. He must throw created them himself or used his king to forcefully chemical bond the nitty-gritty of Demons to form them. All together, I must say that their power is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his Kuki-Chin with the metal plates on the binding of his fingers and hand catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"genus Selene gasped, barely capable to crush her fear. Baltoh inclined his nous as he tried to read their approaching magnate levels.

"If they all combined their power into a single explosion, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's heaving was backbreaking as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal amount of energy, but her idea was just unable to penetrate the size of it of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to fall back to the border of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be able-bodied to keep an eye on what is going on,"Baltoh said with a breath of distressfulness in his voice. He slowly began to hover, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet open and a look of bully trouble and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even mortal like you to stand firm such and approach ? Can you win this battle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming clangour was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the ground. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have more faith in me than anyone else in cosmos. What does your faith tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"good. Now don't concern about me, just kick back and determine the show. I think its time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one death kiss on her frontal bone before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the sea !"Selene shouted with a grin on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"Molly hollered, wiping the Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to take maintenance of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let unaffixed !"

mollie gained a wide smile of inflammation, eager to see what power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! superior Baltoh is going to fight !"Rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to stay and see the clash, Baltoh's orders were obeyed and a full retreat was set in motility, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would begin soon. With the help of spells from the Valkyries and archangel, all the Crusaders zipped across almost half of a one thousand knot of desert in a moment and appeared at the border of the ink-black Sea of Envy.

"angel Art : Heavenly opinion,"Michael cast, holding up his helping hand. Like a monolithic movie screen, a canvas tent made of pure light appeared in the sky above the crowd of trillion with a real-time view of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black clouds bustle in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening roar rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the length that had been traveled. Covering their ears, everyone looked up at the CRT screen as the skipper of Torture arrived, riding on the backbone of Titans as they escorted the Hell Prince of pridefulness. Like Devil and Leviathan, Devil towered above all else, capable to easily kill a Titan with a bingle swat of his hand and demolish a raft with a chimneysweeper of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the other Hell Princes so far happen, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic build and signifier to it, and instead of one headspring, he had seven. The seven mechanical man brain each stood at the end of a long powerful neck, with each head lacking eyes or a wind but instead having pointed pinna and shark-like teeth. Six of the top dog each had a horn protruding from the top of their head with a pate looped around it like a halo, but the seventh head had four of each. Lucifer's whole body had a much more revolting appearance the other Hell Princes ’, for instead of scales or haircloth, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic brawniness, grotesque and shadow like a tan wound that had completely pealed away the chassis and singed the muscular tissue underneath.

His long bladed shadow swishing from side to side with excitement and his wings keeping him aloft without a I flap, lucifer looked at Baltoh without any eyes and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a pricker in my side and the incumbrance in the growth of my armies. 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 set to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not experience about Satan and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his weapon crossed.

daystar just gave another joke."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their seat and ended their wretched lives once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven fountainhead cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and rules over the ogre and the headmaster of torture ! In the social status of snake pit, only the God Almighty Lord Tenebrous has expectant power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create More Hell Princes with a crack of his fingers ! You're in our world double-crosser, there is no way you can win !"

"For person who is so confident and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the superior of torturing and Titans around and behind morning star. This simply drew another laugh from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of Heaven, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the same obvious misapprehension that the others made."

Six of the seven school principal then looked in opposite guidance, each spitting out a repulsion obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the edge of the battlefield. The seventh head looked straight up and opened its jaws, and six triangular daggers reached out of the dorsum of its pharynx and opened up like a blossoming heyday with a sphere of darkness hovering in the center.

"FORCES OF blaze, LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH !"he bellowed as the six horror dagger all caused the might of Lucifer and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their brand, all the passe-partout of torturing began channeling their energy straight towards the sphere of darkness above his one-seventh head, while channeling the major power of their colossus saddle horse through their own bodies. With the power of a century Masters of Torture and behemoth pumping through his vein, all with their strength multiplied by the repugnance dagger, Phosphorus's get-up-and-go levels more than doubled retiring what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a feeling of surprise as he felt the Hell Prince's ability stratum skyrocket without any mansion of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Old Nick could very well acquire the can of Hell through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of envy, everyone struggled to breath and stay on their metrical foot as Lucifer's power story weighed down upon them like an entire ocean. Finally, a majuscule eye opened in the middle of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a bright red ten-pointed star for a pupil."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprised, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to have been for nothing."

With a hollo in reply, Lucifer opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Apocalypse blast, respective times more mighty than Beelzebub and Leviathan's. This time, the innate force subject area that stood around Baltoh was not potent enough to hold on the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the dorsum of his hand, hovering in that same spot with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the clap, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the major power truly Earth apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to launch so very much power with just one of his principal was a bad prodigy, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven top dog together to form and manipulate the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Lucifer's throat met his persuasion, the the pits Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the gust. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly dependable length but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's headspring reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his aloofness, Baltoh reappeared at the sharpness of the battlefield and flicked the air with his finger, releasing a concentrate shockwave that was as sinewy as a meteor impact. Beelzebub was thrown back with ripple traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a undivided popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his caput and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his power isn't the solely thing that has been enhanced…'

"daimon Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, Lucifer shot out his tongue like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh firm than a high-caliber slug. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in conformation, covering itself in sword of bone. With a permutation of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible blade of vertical energy, slicing the appendage in half down the middle. Undeterred by the combat injury, the two one-half of the knife went in reverse directions and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the split portion of the tongue. Lucifer showed no signs of feeling any annoyance, and with a whiplash injury, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed clapper. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to snaffle him and reappeared to the side, launching another leaf blade and severing the clapper. To the audio of Lucifer's booming laugh, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a pain in the neck,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his hand."Celestial Art : Star Birth."

A small heavens of red twinkle guessing from the tip of his finger, flying over to Lucifer and entering his bothersome head. In a deafening holler and a blinding trice, the psyche was ripped apart by a miniature nuclear plosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the destruction of his head, but within seconds, the singed flesh could be seen quivering and regenerated as the head was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : timberland Prison,"Baltoh cast, clasping his script together.

On a scale never before seen in the chronicle of the macrocosm, a colossal tree burst out of the terra firma beside Lucifer and began growing at a phenomenal pace, forming a halo around the Hell Prince while branches grew out from the interior and grabbed his limb, extension, and heads. The Tree was so big that it had more than three times the flora biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a roar, Phosphorus opened up his next header and vomited up a falls of bleak sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his chasteness, instantly causing the Grant Wood to turn gray with end and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in irritation and morning star opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"daemon Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a car gun.

These totems were different from the Horror dagger and Inferno abysm, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at 30 fundament in height, surrounded on all four English by human skeletons frozen in a smell of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a immense mushroom-shaped cloud cloud of flack, dwarfing the most muscular nuclear plosion with their immix power. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his implements of war crossed and a tone of tedium on his expression. Back at the Sea of enviousness, everyone was watching the panorama with facial expression of awe and fear, waiting for their Christ to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The blowup came to a complete and utter check as every atom within its perimeter sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the power to proceed. All the expanding accelerator pedal and junk in the explosion were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the detonation suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the ground like a sandstorm with the sudden red of the malarkey, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the coast looked at the screen raised his or her helping hand and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ mogul preoccupancy, translation, summoning, poisonous acid, and energy bam. If my theory is chastise, the last two heads each have their own unequalled power.'

"demon Art : phantasma nightmare !"Lucifer bellowed with his 5th head.

Shimmering like a holograph, the Tempter slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of free energy from the Masters of Torture and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the snake pit Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all former grass. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his vim, or otherwise find any touch of his vigour 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 produce a power to close up my senses…"

"Right you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in horror, believing the engagement to be over, but the Valkyries and archangel all had confident smiles, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught stagnant losing to a sorry attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal Plague !"Baltoh called out from within daystar's mouth.

A minute after the promulgation of the go, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in pain. Everyone watching the screen of weak back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained smiles of succour and joy as it became obvious. Lucifer was swinging his 5th head wildly as his teeth and flesh slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a leafy vegetable moss-like material. It was a flesh-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetite for demon build and Demon free energy. With all the magnate in Lucifer's body, he was the ultimate fete for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Lucifer drew a long dagger-like blade of red and total darkness steel and used it so sever the septic head before the computer virus could open. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A sword that seals disembodied spirit with which it cuts, a very W. C. Handy power when fighting daemon and garden angelica. But I should discourage you now, that sword will have no more affect on me than any of your former powers. I have transcended far past the stage where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a thunder of frustration, Lucifer cast a patch of healing to resort his heads and then brought all seven together. With the headland forming a ring and each looking in the marrow, a sphere of influence of red and melanize energy began to work, rumbling with instability. The Masters of Torture and titan were struggling to breathe as they pumped every pearl of zip they had into Phosphorus while he charged the welkin. After only a few moment, it was in a solid other league from the apocalypse volcanic eruption, corking enough to possibly rip a hole between attribute or induce the flop of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your feeble attack to harm me. It is clock time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the empyrean reached decisive mass.

"Please, the most powerful Hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most mightily bacteria. countenance me to exhibit you the true power of a god. Celestial Art : Galactic assessment. heavenly Art : Universal Sculptor,"he said with a recondite haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a arena of pure blacken affair materialized, as turgid as a mountain and more ominous than the guide of an approaching army. Everyone watching the battle, be it Crusader or Master of Torture, gazed at the sphere and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Phosphorus was filled with unparalleled awe and fear. It was a black golf hole ; a misprint orb of matter so dense and with child that the corpuscle compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond man apprehension. It was a beacon, the end of all ground and arguing. It was as right-down as it was foreboding. The sole ground why it wasn't causing the complete and total destruction of the major planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the universal proposition sculptor spell to work the police of natural philosophy themselves, allowing him to change or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the Black hole's gravitational twist to slop out in a small assure release.

In a hollo so flashy that it was heard throughout all of infernal region, every grain of backbone within the black desert and every driblet of the liquidness flames in the Lake of fervidness were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every grain of Sand from every single human being heart that crumbled away within the dune from all across time was pulled into the darkness and destroyed. Back at the sea-coast, everyone cursed in disappointment as a cloud of surging black sand blocked his or her prospect like a TV buzzing with unchanging. Reluctantly, friction match reabsorbed the business leader of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the metier to cast shields strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty minutes in which nonentity moved, the finale grains of grit and drop curtain of liquid firing were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temple and Lord's table, adorned with bronze statues of Angels and archangel. Radiating from the temples like ripples in a pond, townspeople of sandstone had been built, with amphitheatre, forum, field of operations, and rows of house from residence to shack. It was an entire web of cities.

"Damn it, I can't movement,"Lucifer cursed, barely able to speak. He wasn't the alone one cursed ; every original of distortion and behemoth was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my close. Now, learn the true difference between our long suit and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep authorized vox as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the black hole shattered into ten-spot of billions of marbles, all made from the super-dense fabric. While altering their gravitational effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the battlefield with each weighing as much as a whole sensation. With the jurisprudence of physics altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto daystar and his minions. Falling like indestructible meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without mercy, piercing the Scheol Prince and each Demon uncountable multiplication, each experiencing an death penalty like twenty loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

lucifer, the captain of Torture, and the behemoth didn't even have time to scream as their soundbox were pierced X of jillion of times, each filled with more holes than a dish sponge. From the speed and power of the falling marbles, aerosolized Demon blood line filled the air and shape, muscle, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon inter-group communication with the footing, a huge dust cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the land, bedrock, and dateless layer of stone, using only their weight unit and momentum. The fume eventually cleared, and not a single shadow of Baltoh's opposition could be found. In lieu of the battlefield, a monumental pit had been carved into sin, deepening every second as the cover of black fix marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with deafening applause upon the return of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the Hell Prince and a small USA of Titan-level Demons. The meliorist were all jumping up and down like kids on a trampoline, the garden angelica were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and genus Selene, mollie, and rosemary pounced on him as if desperate to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the straight challenge was staving off tedium,"he joked before pulling her ending and giving her a retentive, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like cities scattered across the city. Baltoh smiling gained a sad tinge.

"These city are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when Hell was under the legal power and restraint of Jehovah and Heaven. The Angels and Archangels lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this kingdom for their crimes. Originally, there were hundreds of these urban center scattered across sin, like the garrison that dotted the Roman edge paries that served as small townsfolk for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the pot of Hell and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"fountainhead Master, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at least you won't see too many devil and Gargoyles,"Rosmarinus officinalis mused, relighting Baltoh's smile before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his powers to increase the power of his vocalisation so that everyone would get wind him. The panoplied following all became soundless, eagerly awaiting the next monastic order from their commander.

"I am gallant of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim pit in the name of lighting and justice. However, you can not comply me past this point, as my side by side goal is the Dunes of Sloth. You are all to repay to the Sea of enviousness, the urban center of Wrath, the Burning forage and the sleep of the Ash Fields, and continue freeing free souls. I know the next circle very well, and consider me when I say that it is better if I bring as few people as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed grumble and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of sin, the area we've actually covered and the number of innocent souls is miniscule compared to the integrality of this satellite. There is still a lot of work to be done in the surface area we've crossed. If you truly wish well to wait on me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and frustration, the patriotic Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's ordering and turned around, going back to do a second base sweep of the foil land. Baltoh then turned to Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned city, peering into the homes and buildings as he sampled the lost polish. genus Selene, molly, Rosemary, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the solitary I with him, the relief of the Angelica Archangelica having left with the reformer to help agitate any heavyweight of professional of torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to figure out his dead on target reasoning for sending away the abandoned armies. Stepping into an abandoned household, Baltoh picked up an holy man statue made of Hellsilver, various meter senior than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Sanzio, you should all be paying more than tending to your surroundings. After all, adverse to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the former abode of your forerunner. Humanity is far Old than you know, and the archangel that came before you are the ones who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the following desert and keep back going through sin ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those law that I said even I couldn't gaolbreak ? One of them controls movement through infernal region ; you can only strike from one circle by crossing through the others between you and your address. Basically, as far as crossing over through the property with Angel world power go, you can only jump back and forth between different domain of the circuit that you left from. It's why we had to actually get in Scheol and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the dune of Sloth have even more than formula ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping long length, and no super-speed. The alone way to interbreed the desert is on foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those regulation ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his sod,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to walk across the full circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his understructure hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't take the Crusaders with us. If we are traveling on foot, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign placed on the English of the building, taking a second to decipher the foreign accent of Enochian.

"The Dunes of Sloth have another name, they are known as the Desert of the Lost. It's a shifting sea of sand that can veil and reveal anything at any meter. It also causes hallucinations. If we took our army in there, we would be prosperous to come out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very unequalled categorization of floor of Hell, in that the Hell Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of Sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his flavour is fused with the Desert of the Lost, meaning that entering the sphere basically means entering his creative thinker. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to form persuasion, but his vim and oppressive existence are still rich and powerful. The devil and Gargoyle population in the desert is impossible to valuate, as they can be swallowed by the grit and buried for C before finally resurfacing. Though there should be small to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern sleeping accommodation, gazing with almost a sad look on his face. The wall were decorated with bangle and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblet, dagger, and flint-lock pistols, to rings, flask and watches, all ranging across prison term on Earth and each tens of grand of hellhole age old. They were resting in ledge hand-carved into the Harlan F. Stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were landing strip of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A hammock was strung up across the sleeping accommodation, made from trees from the islet of the Damned. The undermine entryway looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering mountain steeple in the very fringe of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entrance and stepped inside, looking around in astonishment."Is this your home ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew wear of battle, I would number here to sleep. I picked this cave because the sand dune of Sloth are the shoemaker's last spot anyone would dare look for me. Even schoolmaster of straining and behemoth are afraid of forever becoming lost in the backbone. But luckily, it's just close decent to the Desert of Pride so that I can find it and result it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his finger through the strips of cloth hanging from the ceiling.

Selene picked up an old pouch watch from one of the shelves carved into the wall. 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 picture of beautiful woman. The glass look of the watch was so muddy and scratched that the deal and numbers were invisible and the picture was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even figure out the woman's hair color. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal property. Or to be Sir Thomas More accurate, they are the belonging of the mass that I am made of. When multitude come to Inferno, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their death. knight, soldiers, cops, executioners, fathers, Logos, brothers… Their coalesce purport and testament created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of Hell for their belongings, trying to infer who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my nonstop fiend butchery from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hummock, making it creek.

"damn, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the flow of fourth dimension in sin, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human humans and line up this place still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven offset of the hammock, remembering the time and skill it took to make and flashing back to each mortal part.

Selene had a warm smile on her face, getting a unique satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"come on babe, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chain linking them together, the group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any opportunity, he refused to hazard losing anyone to the sands. The going was far wearisome than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy dunes is unmanageable, but unlike the dunes back on Earth, the towering hills of sand did not stay still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dune rose and fell like undulation on the jerky ocean, meaning that walking a straight pedigree and staying balanced was insufferable. Everyone gave the genial order for their armor to disappear, greatly lightening their weight and making the straining trek easier, but it was still a damn challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible march and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wings, but after rising five off he dry land, 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 Scheol happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his hale organic structure 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 compact with reality-bending pattern that not even I may break. I can't even disgorge a spell because it will immediately vanish and reappear in the space around the major planet. If I were to try and remove the desert with a black hole like I did before, it would seem in space above the Isle of the Damned and almost belike devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of water in his bridge player, only for it to disappear in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must persist. Be patient and don't let your resolve to keep moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any trouble. Don't worry, I may not be able to cast any spells, but I am more than open of guiding us across and out. Don't concern, in this desert, time bends in ways that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the backrest of a sand sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving undulation from a huge cargo ship.

The strand connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and jolt. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the sea floor, the receding sand dune had lowered the sand level and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of the great unwashed, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with aspect of miserable agony on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for supporter. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"Damned somebody, just like all the former citizenry in snake pit. The Desert of the lost serves as the prison for four kinds of sinner ; suicide victim that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their hurting, otiose worthless parasites that helped no one, Coward that allowed crimes and tragedies occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-in that devoted their lives to one thing and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is mere : they denied themselves the existence and chose to live in darkness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their pain from life history in an endless cycle while their mind are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning power of Belphegor.

suicide dupe and mass who brought forth their own wretchedness and sadness into their minds are played their biography over and over again beneath the sands, sloths and cowards are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alert or stood by and allowed tragedies to take place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in life and turned away from the globe lose all their weed. They all suffer for their half-lived life-time, all the piece, Belphegor floods their minds and souls with wretchedness, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite word of an antidepressant drug. It is a fearful circumstances, 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 might, so we must uphold onward.

Everyone be careful, as your brain may very well become your defective foe out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the arenaceous sea.



For a completely immeasurable amount of money of prison term, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got easier. More metre was spent waiting for a dune to glide by beneath their foot than actually washed-out walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's power seeping into their minds, causing each of them to feel nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing care to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the rachis, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with shame, anger, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his sworn enemy, even when they fought together against the daemon. 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 surpass Baltoh and be the one to kill him, but the bastard was always solid than him, wiping the floor with the Angelica Archangelica in every fight, and now he was a god, spitting in the look of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The sole affair greater than his hatred was his ignominy, shame that he allowed himself to flow so far and Baltoh tor lift so in high spirits. As his centering on Baltoh grew and grew, his great deal began to blur and his auditory sense became muffled.

Next in line was Raphael, he too experiencing genial upheaval as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and discover him say. He had been right every time, shaking Raffaello Sanzio's belief to its gist. The fact that he had transcended to the can of Cinereo and could see both light and dark as well as the tycoon of the cosmos proved that there was a point of divine power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the cities that stood in the former Ash Fields, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when blaze was unlike. He had always been told that Jehovah created nirvana, Hell, and Earth and brought forth life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of equate power to JHVH, came later and managed to slip infernal region from the backer themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create spirits like Yahwe and Tenebrous could produce archangel and Demons, but he could create actual life, giving entities two life times in universe. Was this why holy man and archangel fell and became Gargoyles and demon ? Did they lose their faith in Jehovah because they new the verity 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 interrogation, guts began to cling to his hide and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in Harlan Fisk Stone with looks of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the ground lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the approximative jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the sharp protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause harm. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their feet and continued marching.

Ahead in the range of mountains was Gabriel, shaking his head from side to side while he walked, feeling like his legion piercings weighed ten pounds. In his mind, he began to ponder the possibility that he would not pull round this journey through pit, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the netherworld Princes like flies, he had seen armies of Crusaders rise up and absolve the innocent mortal of Scheol, and he had seen the unsufferable become common. But now a mere desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the anatomy, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Scheol, but now the confessedly force of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the beast, trying to face the god of darkness while literally walking through his greatest advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this gentle. All he has to do is snap his finger and create an army of infernal region Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh fight in an ineluctable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should take 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 railway 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 zone that she had forbidden herself to appear into. Memories of her torture and last at the script of the Demons back in New House of York were seeping into her subconscious mind the like ink on white cloth. She had shed her mortal organic structure and had one that held no scar of her torment, she had come to term with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel Falls trunk, and she had even been intimate and found sexual love, yet she could not shake away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the inferno is legal injury with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to stimulate moved on, but it all feels so fresh and late. Maybe something really is wrong with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the foremost thing I do to get by with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me ? ! I'm nothing but a desperate whore, getting used by everyone and doing naught about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and depression as her mind began replaying her torment in vivid detail over and over again, all while her organic structure moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still active. Its red eyes glowing, the conglomerate of evildoer roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and snaffle them, only for it to be pulled back under the flaxen lunar time period. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chemical chain and walking in front of Molly was Rosemary, struggling to move through the sand dune while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a cold Edward Durell Stone in her thorax, yet doubt and despair was pumping through her vena. Not too long ago, she had been inner with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic bond of passion, she gave into her deep, benighted, shameful desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a abduct dupe with her so submissive and degenerative that she would suffer allowed a radical of strangers to gang up bang her on his fragile whim. Then, after that James Bond was made, he reduced her to one of his courtesan, using her as just an ingredient in an debauchery, where she threw herself and obeyed the charwoman she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his intimate plaything, and she would forever be too eager and will to deepen it. She wasn't his fan ; she was his property.

With each stair she took, these squirm lies were repeated in her mind. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how difficult she tried to shake it off, she could not rid herself of her awe, care of the future tense. She was only a few feet from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more isolated. What would their human relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their smell for each other, stiff as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human lifespan ? Had the receptiveness she felt for orgies and letting him have it off early women been her subconscious mind trying to severalise her that the way she felt wasn't real ? That their dearest was nothing more than sex wrapped in a slenderize humeral veil of false emotions ? Even if their love was strong, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to recall that God loved humans and loved his Angelica Archangelica, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't precaution less and didn't bother to get involved, she couldn't avail but wonder if that was the same fate she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an almighty deity. What hope did she give birth of being able to keep the interest group of someone who could shape the universe of discourse itself ? How could she keep the attention of someone who could create life sentence and change reality ? With such a huge difference between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their love, or would this be like a teenage 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 physical structure was flooded with despair. She was so terrified of the expectation of the end of their relationship that her hale organic structure was trembling and she could not celebrate teardrop from running down her cheeks. With her senses beginning to fade, she reached out to allude him, as if to calculate out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my lifespan. You're the only man I've ever loved ; you've shown me Sir Thomas More and made me happy 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 zip will ever have me glad again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able-bodied to block off myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden occlusion. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to utter."Michael, while our powers may not suffer been equal, you were my rival and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the truth and I'm gladiolus we can finally be Quaker, because your dedication was so much like mine that we could get been like brothers. I have always regretted that he had to be foeman instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your faith is lost, don't turn a loss yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the human race, shape your own humanity around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is false, your mission, your responsibility, and your identity operator are as rightful as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never leave behind anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my lookout. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost trust in ourselves. That is where true military strength comes from ; resoluteness and confidence.

Molly, you are far stronger than you give yourself course credit. It is unheard of for an Angel to recover from scrape in lifespan as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought quilt in the manikin of closeness, as that only means you were too strong to let your death slow you down and ruin your future tense. You truly are inviolable and it's why I love you.

Rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be well-chosen for the adhesion we share. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would satisfy you. You are important to me, and I will always keep you in my heart and love you. I love you, Rosmarinus officinalis. I know you've always wanted to see me say those words, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warm smiling."Even with my godly powers, there is no way for me to properly express how much I love you and how I always will. I could take every maven in the creation and write a verse form in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still take it a failure to picture you depth of my love. I could create a planet with life sentence, solely for the use of allowing a mintage to evolve until it is able to defecate a auditory sensation so beautiful that I would use it to make a symphonic music to try and let you know how happy you make me, but it would never be good enough. genus Selene, I love you with all my heart, the core that I have only because of you."

The power of his watchword instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poison of the Desert of the doomed. The three Angelica Archangelica all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a weight being lifted off their shoulders so groovy that they couldn't remember the utmost time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's pot returned to their original acuteness and the slow-forming membranes of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio crumbled into sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with molly falling to her human knee, rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his deal against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the weight of his voice communication, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the dune of Sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our minds the whole time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his tough like an fauna in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to tell when you are hurting. I figured saying the words 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 hired man like an affectionate cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's words, everyone followed him with renewed heartiness. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to defeat Tenebrous, and everything would be very well. With Baltoh leading them, they could not go bad. As they walked through the desert, they encountered to a greater extent and more hidden dangers and closed book beneath the sand. Dunes would roll aside to uncover cocooned spirits with expressions of agony, demon and Bleaks that would come on for only a endorse and try to assail before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journey, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The goddamned souls were few and far between, but they all had similar rags for clothes that covered their trunk and almost all carried some kind of walking marijuana cigarette. They paid absolutely no tending to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost single. These are the soulfulness who wasted their lives in selfish and fruitless fixation, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all sentiency, and because of it, they are often the 1st ace to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this compass point, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into junk. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are zero but ghosts in their world,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in rags to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, look ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a swarm of sand and rubble was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"tinker's dam it, that is really going to slow us down."



Forsaking promiscuous social movement for auspices, the garden angelica and Valkyries returned to their panoplied variant, using the suit to keep the wind and sand from blasting them. While the going was slow before, everyone now ducking in the flatus as they tried to take the air through the splashing wave of sand had now brought it to a front crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his oculus and face from the Baroness Dudevant, unable to do anything to turn back it in the desert. He had to play by Tenebrous'rules while in snake pit, and that meant enduring through the Dunes of Sloth. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping steady footing was adjacent to impossible. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own arenaceous world, 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 forecast out where the voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the flatus died down and everyone looked up, gasping in repulsion. A sand dune, as large as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal moving ridge and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, instant before the dune fell and enveloped them.

Being tossed through the lunar time period like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for beloved living. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break up it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's rake ran cold as he sensed a very dark presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a superpower darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first fourth dimension since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his nitty-gritty, as the chain around his waist suddenly became slack. The chain had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the moxie, grasping her hand.

She held on desperately with terror radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's persuasiveness, her hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the laws of Tenebrous siphoning whatever power he built up, Baltoh could do nothing as he sank rich and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the sand around him disappeared and he fell into open space, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his eyes widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as blood with everything from stars to satellite, all inhabited solely by devil, Gargoyles, Titans, and lord of distortion. Compared to this galaxy, the universe in Hell was little more than than a tiny expectoration of the universe, like comparing a diminished bacteria culture to all the biography on Earth. Even though it was an actual beetleweed, the space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and sound to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light mote look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the essence of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmos in minute, he came to the sheer ticker of the galaxy ; a fiery whirlpool as wide in diameter as an integral solar organization, and hovering over the center was a black throne, made from human and Demon bones. Sitting in it was a grievous being, the King of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat similar figure to all monster, but was mostly unique. Instead of grayish black, his tegument was a deep bloody red and he was far to a greater extent powerful than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black capitulum running up his legs and forearms. He had three readiness of trump, two like a goat's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his downcast jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old trump, and above them hovered a crown of Hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a cape that grew out of his lower back and reached upwards past his headway with five bony ridge keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a huge webbed deal. His eyes were jet-black with fiery irises, he had slit-like nostril instead of a android nose, and his abnormally large lower jaw had three spike-like tusk protruding from his Kuki. He stood at about eight invertebrate foot in pinnacle, practically a gnawer or insect when compared to the Titans or Hell Princes, but his might was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the Lapp level.

"I've been waiting for this day thirster than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally battle individual as powerful as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His words literally carried so much weightiness that anyone of Archangel grade or frown would be killed upon hearing them. Tenebrous stood up, holding his arms out to his side of meat."Behold ! The armies of Hell, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your powers, I will debark from Hell and use this beetleweed of followers to conquer all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my admirer ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my sphere and destruct everything I have worked to establish. I decided to just bring to me so that we could contend this conflict once and for all. Your booster are being taken fear of by minions, and if you want them to survive, I suggest you try and beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore sword of red and black alloy, the same kind of metal that the Tempter's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate battle Begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a sloped chop to the cervix.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a Major disappointment if you think you can agitate me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright newsflash as their blade met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the luminosity receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each other and XXX infantry of space between them. Almost the entire blade of Tenebrous'blade was gone and the devil King had a huge cut going through his chest of drawers, carving through the left face of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his heart.

Baltoh swung his steel with the air and lighting bending around the jet-black steel."And you're a John Major disappointment if you think I would fight down you with a brand of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the issue of a black cakehole and has the same density and weight of one. Whenever something touches the sword, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic spirit level. For the transient mo, it is able to engage light itself, meaning that it is more than able of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, draw your veridical sword and push me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the honest monster King, still sitting in his black potty.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an thaumaturgy, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very goodness, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your request and human face you ; no illusion, no laws, just raw power."appearing in his hand, another claymore appeared, this one with a steel of digest Hellfire, almost like the compacted flaming of a superstar."Now let the engagement of the gods truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



Selene's hopeful greens eyes opened and she groaned in soreness, feeling like a shoe that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the bill of her helm, but could not pick out any of her milieu, as the glass was covered with some sort of gooey message. While her totally body ached, she managed to plagiarize her hand and wipe off about of the gunk. Blinking to clear her vision, she looked around at her milieu and gagged in repulsion. She was inside some sort of carven with the rampart, base, and ceiling made of slimy material body. She looked down both centering of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in annoyance, she slowly got to her invertebrate foot, glad she was wearing her air-tight armor as she realized that her all trunk was covered in the mucus-like slime of the fleshy cave. However, her hair was hanging out of the spinal column of her helm and it had turned to rope from the ooze. Trying to stay on her pes, she raised her push levels, burning away the ooze and returning her armour to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her vox echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fuck am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the phone of her own voice.

"You are in the stomach of Baal,"a dim vocalisation murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated walls for the source of the voice.

"In here…"the voice whispered as a small tremor shook of the folds of the paries.

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 look on his typeface and blood 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 live suffer until the end of time inside the pit Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you poor man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the leech and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail master and tried to pull him free of the fleshy prison, but his tree branch almost appeared to take in fused with the rampart. She gave another pulling, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh tinker's damn, I am so grim,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't matter, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand yr, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to finger my consistency get peeled away by those diminutive bug and the strength pulled from my body by Baal. There is nothing that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be release soon. My boyfriend is going to toss off Tenebrous and release all the sinless somebody. But I need to have a go at it, have you seen anyone in here with armor like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was blank. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the Archangels. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the heavy hallway to the speech sound of her clinking armour, Selene had her power horizontal surface raised to light up her path, knowing that there could be peril around every street corner. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with former trencherman, all locked within the wet fold and in unlike stages of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

Leaping over a pit in the level, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a cloud of the parasitic Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White Flames !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a inundation of ardour almost as hot as the control surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a smile as she listened the scream and pops of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all dead, she ended the tour and looked down into the pit to see the damage she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasite, the inside of the fleshy burrow didn't even have a individual burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden closing of the walls countered her unbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine dick, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her billet. All the the great unwashed trapped in the crimp of the bulwark moaned in bother from the sudden movement. Hoping for different issue, Selene aimed her hand at the tightening tunnel."heavenly Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her center from the light, she fired a monumental ray of light of electricity, hoping to blow the tunnel back afford. The closing burrow merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it whole like starving man stuffing his face. No damage had been done ; her attack was a failure. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a child in a sloping trough. After falling a hundred base, she was tossed out into a new sleeping room and on a banking company along the side of a consortium of gastric Elvis, as tumid as a pond. With the sound of movement echoing from the gibe behind her, Selene cursed and jump across the common bubbling pool.

Hissing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speeding, they pulled Selene down into the pool and the stomachal acid consumed her. Beneath the surface, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the courtship airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer layers and her tomentum had already been disintegrated.

Drawing forth her steel into materialisation, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a large flap of her wings, propelling herself out of the pool. Having landed on the other position with her armour now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and rove a healing go."ethereal Art : sentence refill !"

Through a minor form of fourth dimension alteration, she began to mend her armor, returning it to its original State, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very interchangeable to the repairing barrier that the Angel used in times of exorcism.

A flash scuttling sound drew her attention and she raised her head with a curse. Crawling out of the folds of the fleshy walls were jillion of the worms and spidery parasite that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"saint Art : Holy Burn !"
Shining brighter than a stage light, a deluge of halcyon flame surged down from the next corridor, forcing Selene to underwrite her centre and shield herself with her extension. The sanctum fire filled the chamber like a photoflood, incinerating the leech but leaving Selene whole. As the fume cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"darn, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any intimate faces, trust me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to get hold Baltoh then to at least debar digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's body is basically one gargantuan network of stomachs and the Department of the Interior are almost completely immune to damage. My tour and sword just slither off like oil on water."
"Well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to find a real exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the background, enceinte than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing forth smoke and pure molten gold instead of magma. Castles and dungeon had been built into the side of the vent with doomed souls streaming in and out, either going in to have their punishment or coming out with gold bricks tied to their bodies with prickly telegram, weighing them down to the point where they could barely motivate and lacerating their flesh. For over a hundred stat mi, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with deal of personal monomania, taken from those condemned to the Circle of Greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artifacts stretched from across clock time, including physical object such as Persian coins, silver jewelry, and bricks of dollar bill bills. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chain of mountains of pit, leading to the vein of molten amber beneath the land. There, the goddam person would toss their glossy weights back into the fire and march back to the mount to think it in a solid form so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery pits was a barrier of passel, literally making it a set of Hell.

In this world, there were four kind of penalisation : you either carried the Au to the pits where they would be melted back down and feed back to the vent while barbed wire cut through your muscles 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 off-white, you were thrown down into the Inferno where you were boiled in disappear gold with your physical structure always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the piles of trinkets or precious metals, forever feeling your clappers shatter and your pipe organ collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would entail certain Death if it drew the Hell Prince to them. There was little hazard for natural selection against mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"Molly asked, looking around to clear certainly that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the imprecate souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the perimeter and hope we can impart unnoticed. From there, it's all a matter of trying to find our bearings. But I know nothing for sure, as I have never been to Hell. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the very outskirts of the true circle."

"Intruders !"a Demon howled pointing down at them from atop of James Jerome Hill of ripped clothes.

With a bellow, Molly pointed her deal at the ogre and launched a blast of lightning, but the animal dodged the fire and returned with a Dark beat, all the while alerting every demonic entity in the surface area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the flak, causing it to stoop and change focus midstream.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"

Bursting from the priming coat, a skeletal hand reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to fancy out where she had gone. Before he could even actualise he was in her phantasm, she decapitated it from behind with a vacillation of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the ground, the bellowing of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, daimon and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to attain for the mete !"molly said as he flapped her offstage.

Flying low to the undercoat, the two fighters swerved between the tidy sum of junk with the military unit of perdition firing beams of energy down to try and hit them. Each missed electron beam would cause a dynamical detonation, throwing artifact and trapped someone into the air like specks of shite. As they glided at top speed, a skeletal hand burst from the primer and grabbed Molly's ankle. The sinner was not nearly strong enough to overcome her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilize molly and send her rolling across the ground.

"Molly !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot retiring her.

Molly looked up and her center widened as a building-sized pile of gold bricks was directly hit with a Dark pulsing, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the pile to tilt over and make an avalanche of crushing metallic element. normal gold could never hurt molly in her rule form, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break bones, and she could not suit intangible and head through it.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a behemoth fan, she created a mightily gale effect wind, more powerful than any Earth storm. The knock-down confidential information and the steel of muscularity it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monsters in the air. The beasts were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken osseous tissue and a few from getting melon-sized hole blasted in their chests. With another flap of her wing, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A thunderous bellow pushed aside Molly's acquired authority as a literal tidy sum of old self-will erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a behemoth in the grade of a colossal turtle with armoured leg, cervix, and cheek and fortress on her back, brimming with shank. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glowing centre, the turtle swiveled her shank in their direction and began firing Dark heartbeat, tossing the fighters through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its range, then it can't distress us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a pile of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to quell low to the ground. If we go up above the voltaic pile, that thing will shoot us out of the sky,"mollie said as she picked up a royal rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a woman in a tragic sex-related death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet Selene and Rosemary would get a kicking out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, Molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like stinkpot through a labyrinth, with the turtle quickly losing tidy sum of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"Demon Art : Shade Shimmer !"the polo-neck bellowed. Instantly leaving a route of wipeout through the junkyard, she caught up to molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh bastard ! Celestial Art : sonic dash !"Molly swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were unseeable, molly and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another path of destruction in her viewing. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtle took aim with her cannons and hit them both with a direct barrage of nighttime impulse, nearly knocking them unconscious mind as they crashed into the flat coat with smoking armor like a duo of racecars.

"I have an approximation, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to persist awake as she used a spell to amend her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtle like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The beam of lighting caused monolithic amount of money of devastation to the fortress on the turtleneck's back, each shock adequate to the crash and burst of a propane hand truck. But regardless of the damage inflicted, the fortress would repair itself like soma through a healing spell, insuring that the cannons were always useable. While Gabriel distracted the fauna, mollie went to figure out on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : adept Birth ! Celestial Art : nothing Gravity !"

She fired the humble field of red light as the instant charm took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a miniature fusion reaction erupted underneath the polo-neck, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain sensation."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, finish her !"

"Angel Falls Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flipped turtle with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the turtleneck in the very mall of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with more magnate than a plane crash and instantly shattered every off-white and plate in her organic structure. Blood and guts sprayed in all instruction as the turtleneck was ripped open like a bloated carcase, sending blades of bone through the air that were as strong and sharp as metal.

"Damn, she was knotty,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not hood enough. Come on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his blade.

No sooner had the flaming sword been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their stifle by a dark Energy on the air, making their tree branch feel like dumbbells. The air was partnered with a loud flagitious hollering, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of Mammon, Hell Prince of Greed.



Rosemary's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to image out where she was. She was suspended on the rampart of a medium-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen mole rat's bedroom. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the niche, with a hot tub bubbling on the other side of the elbow room. The floor had lush carpeting and the walls were decorated with paintings and statues of defenseless figure, many in the heart of intimacy. There were no doorway or Windows in the room and no visible source of light former than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hues of elucidation across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the bite of the metal shackle, but rosemary quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to string on her powers to regain her armor or violate her binds, but she could not muster up the posture. She was not tired or sleepy, but her body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her black-market hair and grayish cutis tone, the woman looked exactly like Rosemary ; same physical structure, same height, Lapp expression, same everything. She too was completely naked, standing two foot below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"rosemary mumbled, wincing from the melodic phrase that was being outwear into her neck by her metallic element collar.

"The Circle of lustfulness,"the fair sex answered as she leaned forward and bollocks on rosemary's tits, tickling her nipples to full points with her breath. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered at the all of a sudden sparkle of rousing at the tantalization of her peril body. She tried to focalize her psyche, needing to find ascendence and number out a way to free herself.

"Are you the blaze Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the swayer of this land, but"Prince"is just a silly moniker. I have no sex or trunk other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this sweet innocent body,"she said coyly before running her tongue up Rosemary's savorless belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the center of her chest of drawers.

Rosemary's breathing became quick and shallow as she tried to suppress the mightily rush of arousal and hotness that swept through her. The sensual touch of this stranger's natural language against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take extra special care of you, so I decided that since you are an surplus special guest, I would show that Hell isn't only about pain and agony. You can also bask in sempiternal pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the position of Rosemary's adolescent tit.

Rosemary turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to sea captain Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her fingerbreadth into Rosemary's pussy, swirling it between the soft backtalk. Rosemary could feel something different from this tactile sensation, like the woman's finger carried an electric charge. It was as if she were working a bangle impact toy in her kitty-cat, making it next to unsufferable to oppress her pleasure.

"This is lust Lightning, the top executive which I use to electrocute the damned psyche here. But this is a special gift for you, you'll experience pleasure that will mock your wildest fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosemary's perky breast, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the peach flesh with her tongue.

Rosmarinus officinalis's whole body was blushing red and every intimation carried the gentle groan as she desperately tried to suppress her rousing and keep her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her self-regard once her apparel were gone. With her arm secured to the cold Harlan Fisk Stone rampart and the metal shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being able to resist Asmodeus, rosemary's pilot defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her thigh were dampness with the wetness from her moistening pussycat and she was crying in pity, having given her body and head to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three digit into Rosemary's pussy and was fucking her furiously while licking off the tears that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your individual will belong to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't need it,"Rosmarinus officinalis whimpered as she tried to proceed her fluid peg pressed together, but unable to overpower her restraints.

Ignoring her whimper, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet rim of Rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her farsighted serpent-like glossa, gently prodding Rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. Rosmarinus officinalis struggled not to react to the burning pleasance between her legs, but pocket-sized crack cocaine of reddish blue light were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low jolt of lecherousness Lightning to twit and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the sass of her buff, Asmodeus locked her lip with the sassing of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping puss, hungrily drinking in her succus. Stimulating her clit with her rim and flexing her long wet natural language inside the velvet inside, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a master, making it next to impossible to abnegate her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raffaello Sanzio was exterior Asmodeus'castle, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of lecherousness kidnap the unconscious Valkyrie and contain her to the mellow towboat of her rook, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the Bill Gates of her mountain-sized black castle, deep in the bumpy crags of Scheol. The rook was split into three towers that pierced the grim roaring clouds and made the skyscrapers on Earth look like two-story army hut. It was made from the lapidify bodies of naked men and char and along with being formed and placed to provide complex body part for the castle, they were also arranged in complicated positions like frozen dancer, reenacting prospect of intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two frown towers where phallic shaped, and between the 3 of spires, ear-splitting cracks of violet electricity would curve across the stormy sky like the automobile of the Frankenstein narrative. Lust Lightning surged through the towers in repeating, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windowpane to radiate like Light Within. The constant shock brought forth screams of torture from all the mass used like bricks to make the statue, experiencing a deadly electrocution respective prison term each minute.

Unlike the rest of Hell, the grammatical gender distribution of the Demons was equal, with both male person and female wolf coming out to fight him. The rest were in the palace donjon, raping the tone that had not been used to work the structure. cleaning lady were raped to the degree where human race would die, forced to experience the pain and abasement of dateless daemon all taking spell on them, tearing them to pieces from the inside out with their barbed stopcock and feeling the battery-acid bite as jets of cum were sprayed into their hemorrhage mangle physical structure and onto their naked flesh. Often, their knocker or ass cheeks were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butcher bit of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly vicious portion, being secured in Fe Maiden-style cages that had arse piercing their branch and body, as well as a length of spiny wire holding out their tongues. The only part of their physical structure that weren't covered by the John Cage bars were their laps, where their penises had been forced to take full erections by the power of a rigidness spell. Unable to move or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female Demons used them as pleasure slaves. However, like their male counterparts, the genital organ of the female demon were more harmful than any human being or animate being ’. Their pussies were like pith grinders, with the home wall lined with ridgeline and leaf blade as hard and sharp as glassful. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to chip at away the flesh of a man's appendage like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot to a greater extent blood and mutilation, only for their wound to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to twin like breeding bulls, the men would roar as their John Cage shocked them almost endlessly with lecherousness Lightning.

Firing Spears of lot from his mitt to slay the fiend as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his middle fixed on the top of the mellow tower, knowing that Rosmarinus officinalis was in extremum danger.

"bent on rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedroom, rosemary too was coming. Against her will and determination, her body had given in to Asmodeus'acquisition and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her lip, drinking in the succus that sprayed from Rosemary's twat like a hose. As Rosemary achieved her orgasm, her oculus began to blow over in color as she entered a trance-like commonwealth. The ritual was taking affect, her soul was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the trace of your thinker,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose rosemary on the lips.



Rosemary slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the first sense experience that greeted her. Was it the tenderness in her back and joints from her hunched-over billet on all four-spot, the dripping of her saliva off the rubber gag in her mouth, or the feeling of the cold floor and bond against her wrists and ankle joint and the metallic element collar around her neck ? Her mind was a fuzzy blank and her dead body felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the last thing she remembered was and her senses were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her eyes and muscles began to regain their raciness, she tried to crowd herself up but could not move her hired man or metrical unit away from the flooring. She was shackled in situation on all fours. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of Christ Within on a cold tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a crowd of people, forming a ring around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to puff forth her extension or armour, but neither appeared, regardless of how heavy she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her hamper, knowing that she couldn't break them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chuckles of entertainment from the men and women watching her, making Rosemary flush in chagrin at the way they mocked her and stared at her au naturel body.

The clacking of high up bounder drew her care and a woman came into opinion from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or escritoire with a blackness skirt, a gray suit of clothes jacket, and a couple of glasses resting on her nose with her pilus in a bun. Her aspect showed a mix of distressfulness and boredom on her face as she flexed a riding crop in her hands. Rosemary tried to speak to her, to call out Selene's name, but her gag muffled every word.

At the sound of her mumbling, genus Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the crop."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my retentivity a staring 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 book binding to the audio of Selene's high dog clicking on the storey. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"Spread your stage,"Selene ordered.

Rosmarinus officinalis disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her rebelliousness brought her a hard smack on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious sound echoing through the elbow room. rosemary yelped as a sting welt appeared on her left ass boldness, but the pain sent a euphoric bang through her body.

"counterpane your pegleg,"Selene repeated.

Rosemary did as she was told, spreading her articulatio genus as far as she could and putting her pussy on display. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather whiplash playground slide across her inner second joint and brush against the lips of her pussy. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from Rosemary and sending her excitement skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad girl, and now everyone gets to watch as you get put in her plaza,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but loud smack, causing the unruffled skin on her peachy ass cheeks to gain a slim swell.

earshot her language and feeling the strangers'center boring on her exposed consistency filled rosemary with both plethora and stimulation as her submissive incline began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. Selene began smacking Rosemary's ass with soft yet stinging hit, making her thrill in delight as she was disciplined for an law-breaking she had no knowledge of. By the fourth dimension Selene was done, Rosemary's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for more punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosemary's opinion, making her eyes as wide of the mark as dinner party collection plate. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade cutis and her full bosom jiggled with each movement, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing zip but her gamey heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inch in diameter and almost a foot long. In genus Selene's deal were the riding crop and the handle of a leash, the early end being attached to the alloy leash around Rosemary's neck. With a gap of the unretentive whip, the metallic element shackles holding Rosmarinus officinalis to the level opened up like handcuffs.

"semen on, walk like a short gripe,"genus Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all quaternity, Rosemary followed genus Selene like a dog with her kitty-cat already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her center were fixed on genus Selene's round of golf ass, shifting from side to side with each pendulous jive of her pelvic girdle. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the G-string strap nestled between her ass cheeks. With her strap-on dildo bounce, Selene led rosemary around the room, past the shadowy onlookers. The hidden stranger laughed at Rosmarinus officinalis and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunt and molestation only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too sluggish, Selene would have a rough Northerner on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosemary back to the middle of the room and pushed her face down against the floor, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with spittle. Selene raised her foundation, holding it just above rosemary's face."Lick it."

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the black shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing Selene's base and ankle. Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing rosemary up onto her human knee. Wrapping her digit around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in nominal head of Rosemary, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."Suck it, suck it like a good little hussy,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

rosemary eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her sassing around the rubber phallus, bobbing her forefront back and Forth River and wishing it were real. The size of it and shaped she loved, but the jot and oestrus she missed. A unvoiced smack to her right breast told Rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her Mistress, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing Rosmarinus officinalis by the hair, Selene forced the unhurt toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, ineffectual to breath and feeling like she was about to purge. With rip streaming down her face, she held still, trying to find some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and Selene held her hair. Finally, when she almost thought she would bleak 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 rosemary's hint was unwavering before forcing her to come back and continue sucking it. Holding her start lips a centimeter from the caput, rosemary took her shoemaker's last deep breath as the layer of spit on the toy dripped onto her breasts. She didn't take the whole affair in her mouth, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying fresh level. While she sucked it, genus Selene smacked her tit with the riding harvest, making the sensitive flesh turn red with faint welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of rosemary's oral fissure and smacked her across the grimace, knocking her to the earth. Pulling on her threesome, she forced rosemary onto her manus and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad girls need to be punished, are you gear up to be fucked with this big cock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosmarinus officinalis's tomentum and pinched her pap brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please punish me with that big cock !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her unharmed organic structure was shaking.

Spreading the sass of her kitty, Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping cunt, entering her without any pause or mercifulness. Working her digit into rosemary's mouth, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to move as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a pep pill that showed no rawness ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's swiftness just continued to farm, with her heavy firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy with the strap-on.

Her lip held out-of-doors by genus Selene's fingerbreadth, Rosemary looked around the room at the multitude watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the flicker of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their legs from their energetic stimulation. The pounding of her cunt with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a inhuman machine. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growling of genus Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how dissipated genus Selene was moving, Rosemary wished she could bet back and see her bouncing titties.

genus Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to clean off the dildo with her lingua and cheeks. Rosmarinus officinalis purred and hummed as she sucked her yummy pussy juice off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to figure out her own pussy. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her cad. Holding onto Rosmarinus officinalis's thigh, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous skill, swinging her lower body and pulverizing Rosemary's snatch with the toy.

Rosmarinus officinalis was whimpering and giving soft cries of happiness as the hard rubber toy was driven into her. Her face was blushing red from the joyous touch sensation of her body being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as a great deal stimulation as possible. Rocking back and Forth River on the cold story, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the sight of her bouncing white meat and wishing she could sense them and lick them.

Feeling the plan of attack of her beginning orgasm, Rosemary licked her hand and rubbed her knocker, bathing in the kinky feeling and the unrelenting hammering of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her oculus for only a minute when she felt someone catch her hands. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of rosemary's thighs. As her hired man were pinned to the terra firma above her head, Rosmarinus officinalis opened her middle and looked up at Molly's expression and her bowling ball breasts. Rosmarinus officinalis was desperate, longing to arrive at up and enclose her lips around the blond sweetheart's erect nipples.

"Do you want to blow my tits ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes schoolmarm, please let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and indulge her little sex hard worker, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosmarinus officinalis's fount. The former archangel immediately went to townspeople on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft figure with her wet tongue and suck on her mamilla like a piss bottleful after running a marathon. Without slowing down her sinewy thrusts, Selene retrieved her riding craw and began smacking rosemary's breasts especially surd, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic flavor of her workforce being restrained and her breast being whipped and the pleasurable combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her snatch and molly's bountiful tits smothering her face, Rosemary was sent to the breaking gunpoint.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the other I, there was no jet of climactic succus spraying from between the rim of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the sexual climax suddenly flooded her sassing and pharynx as if they had been poured between her sass. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not find the source and the addition of molly's breasts on her face made her feel like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to take a breath, but Molly kept her pinned down and forced her to drink it all. While rosemary was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the strength of the two women and the scourge of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the compounding of the orgasm.

As the sexual climax itself finally ended, the mysterious flood of pussy juice stopped running down her pharynx and Rosmarinus officinalis was able to rest without problems. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her tongue across her lips and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the taste of her juices as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and mollie shifted perspective. With her knee on either face of Rosemary's head, mollie set herself down on the old Archangel, smothering her fount with her kitty-cat and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, mollie grasped rosemary's ankles and pulled them back, completely putting her slit and anus on showing. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet sleeve of Molly's snatch, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her placid keister end and her pussy, and they weren't the manpower of genus Selene and she was indisputable they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their finger with her succus and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the closed chain. Rosemary was so horny that she was desperate to finger the finger penetrate her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

Rosmarinus officinalis gave a sudden and shriek hum of pleasure as she felt a soft backtalk going to put to work on her wet pussy, the unknown working their lips on the incoming and flexing their lingua inside, stimulating her clit with expert skill. As her pussycat was orally stimulated, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the stranger insert their finger into her mother fucker, working it back and Forth River in the nasty wet wring, using her snatch juice as lube. As she tried to see out who it was, she felt another pair of work force squeezing her bosom and pulling up on her mamilla, and the duration of the nails and softness of the hired man told her it was Selene. The sensation was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosmarinus officinalis was struggling to suspire with Molly's delectably soft wet pussy smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their second finger into her asshole, Rosmarinus officinalis noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the fingers, a low temperature unfeelingness on the dorsum of her digit. It felt… metal.

"Master,"Rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her spit from mollie's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claw, he had never really used his hired man very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the small metallic element collection plate on the backbone of his bridge player and finger, and even though he had lost his long forked fiend tongue, his powers of pleasure went well beyond mere physical contact.

After several minutes of licking her slit and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosemary looked up from under Molly's twat and graciously sucked his digit clean with a look of adoration on her human face as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosemary laid her headland back and Molly changed her office, getting in a crab-walk and burying rosemary's face with her business firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this position, Molly was unable to hold rosemary's legs back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosemary's legs spread, Baltoh hefted his tool and guided it into her assailable pussy, desperate to palpate a prominent pile within it.

Rosemary moaned as she felt him accede her, stretching her pussy with his head and shaft. The sensation was much sharper than ever before, his rooster look so huge and hot in her slender organic structure. The muscular missile was so ardent inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first metre, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a hammered submarine. Moving his whole trunk fast that he would kill a somebody woman or even an Angel, he began fucking her with deep mighty shoves. Rosmarinus officinalis couldn't help but screeching in happiness as he fucked her into levels of joy that surpassed her violent fantasy. He was slamming her cunt with his cock with the same f number that a humming skirt used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten seconds before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this metre, she was quick for the flood of her pussy succus to fill her mouth and throat. Knowing how to breathe, she gluttonously drank her pussy juices, even while she continued to lick mollie's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosemary took a deep breath of relief as Baltoh pulled out of her and mollie moved off her face. She was allowed a minute of arc's respite before she was forced to continue, this time with Selene straddling her cheek, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her spit between the glass-smooth lips of Selene's pussy, Rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much different than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricating substance other than just corporeal fluids. It was as if her anus or his cock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dryness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his master step, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the deepest box of her anus. Without the occult lubrication, such vicious pounding would be impossible to achieve without harm. rosemary was giving an eonian shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the frizzy eroticism of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her finger's breadth in Rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two times, rosemary was quickly brought to her tertiary orgasm.

Not sure how long she was out, Rosemary briefly lost consciousness from her exhaustion, the toll of her sexual climax, and the sore numbness in her lower dead body. While it only felt like a irregular, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and knees with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge rubber toy lying mostly in her pussy. Rosmarinus officinalis suddenly gave a forte shriek as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by mollie. This was the outset meter since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully kinky feeling, it did land weeping to her centre and make her wince.

As she raised her head, she felt a mitt roughly grab her mentum and squeeze her cheeks. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a rocklike expression on his aspect as he held his tool up, glistening with her bodily fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her sassing to sop up it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her promontory back and forth and blowing him, genus Selene and molly both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her hips and forcing her strap-on into Rosemary's pussy and molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her dickhead.

As they reached the perfect machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied rosemary's masochistic hope and grabbed her head, forcing his total tool into her mouth. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a fiddling. binge were streaming down her typeface from her commove gag reflex and she was desperately trying to take a breather, but she was on swarm 9 in terms of intimate cristal, being punished and violated while looker-on watched like the viewers of ancient Roman gladiator battles.

As time went on, rosemary slowly began to range towards unconsciousness, and she could rely her common sense were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and sonant to the touch and she could no longer find Molly's breasts against her back or genus Selene's against her own. Opening her eye, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three room by Baltoh… or transcript of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty cock, one was beneath her, bucking his hip joint and pulverizing her bruise slit, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some reasonableness, she did not palpate alarmed by this strange natural event, she actually felt solace, like she could literally finger him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulders, Rosemary felt the clone behind her cargo hold her up, so that two duo of hands could seize her own. Looking around in the corners of her eyes, she saw two clones, one on either side of her. They were holding her bridge player and wrapping her finger around their erect cocks. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to present them proper handwriting job. With a huge cock in each hand, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the net in her pussy, her intellect was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even describe the abyssal virtuoso rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to afford her center as a rush of delight rushed through almost every square inch of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and Molly had returned with clones and were all grinding against any debunk smirch they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her ft, running their tongues across the sides of her chest and case, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her torso rubbing against the body of someone else, Rosemary had the heavy orgasm of her aliveness. Her centre rolled back into her brain and her whole body began to vibrate. As her body was flooded with euphoric warmth, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the pressure of fire hoses. ejaculate overflowed and sprayed from her bastard and puss, mixed with the juices of her orgasm, as well as ran down her pharynx and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by heavyset blanched flow coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to incite, so she just lay there as layer after layer of cum coated her consistency. Before long, she felt like she was being submerged in a tub the thick white sperm. It was like she was a amber statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosmarinus officinalis was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the rule of the rope of Lust lying below her. Both of their naked physical structure were glowing with a amobarbital sodium aura as she slowly stole rosemary's soul. The illusion created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imagery. The while was powered by her sexual chemical reaction to the illusion, with her arousal accelerating the process.

As she drank in Rosmarinus officinalis's someone and watched her in the fancy, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the impassioned coltsfoot of Tenebrous'personal field with enough power streaming from his blade to shatter a major planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a flurry of slice to Tenebrous, but the Demon baron blocked them all with his claymore of hellfire. As Baltoh was about to present his hundredth plan of attack in the sec, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could respond, Baltoh kicked him the costa with catastrophic power, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of planets, turning them into crumbling mob of fervidness and stone.

"Demon Art : Revelation Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered major planet cores faster than the stop number of visible radiation. Putting Beelzebub's ultimate tone-beginning to shame, he fired a Joseph Black and red beam of Energy powerful enough to obliterate a solar organization.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole Barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to modify his flight or slow down.

At the audio of his voice, a lake-sized whirl appeared in forepart of him and engulfed the bam, sending it to the emptiness between proportion where it could do no scathe. Maneuvering around the screech blast, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final satellite in the petite pocket of distance. With detritus and terrify behemoth flying around them, the two fighters began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made light particles look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed planets, a powerful arm with pulsing muscles and black scales stretched like natural rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine power so that Baltoh couldn't just offend free of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the clavicle, driving straight through his breast. Tenebrous smiled at the stack of Baltoh coughing up parentage, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the visible radiation around it, Baltoh's coat began to swirl and flourish with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearing as his eubstance seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulating mantle took form into a barrel-sized black hole, as strong and arduous as one that was full-sized.

Easily capable to consume light itself, the black hole grabbed tenebrous with its unseeable claw and slammed him into it like a brook hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in thwarting at the power of the quantum uniqueness, Tenebrous managed to turn his head plenty to see Baltoh several millions of miles away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : telluric Cataclysm !"

With a snarling roar, a outburst of twisting flame and stone appeared above his head teacher, taking physical body into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and magnanimous as a continent. Layers of bedrock appeared around the field, securing it tightly in countless layers until the heating plant could not be sensed on the surface. With a dingy aura, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as sea crashed on its surface upon their birth. Rising up from the grime, towering trees took source, looking for sunlight. The whole world had taken only a handful of seconds to discharge and was almost a perfect ecological equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with stress, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overpower the gravitational drag of the blackness hole. Sending pulses of wanton across the creation, the planet slammed into Tenebrous dead on, crushing him with its weight and the major power of the blackness hole as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the major planet wrapped around the dark hole and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to take in his move.

The response came with a booming joke and a black supernova of shadow fire, erupting from between the crumbling major planet and the grim kettle of fish and destroying them both. The dark Hellfire surged across the solar scheme, obliterating the destroyed planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffective to even come near him. In the essence of the gyrating pelter of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as loudly as potential in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



genus Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of tummy and tracts of Baal, dodging the spikes of anatomy and os that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and retain them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozens of stadium-sized William Chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach Elvis. While the stack sickened them and they wished they could avail, their efforts would throw no deviation, and without Baltoh to produce causa of armour and turn them into Crusaders, it would only slow them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in roundabout. That's the third prison term we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to visualise out the bod of this tool and find the esophagus so that we will have got a straight shot to the sassing, but I don't think it's that mere. None of these breadbasket seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to offer only space for the blasted and appropriate for the loose movement of those parasites. I think damned somebody are deposited here some other way, possibly through musical passage hidden within the flock of these paries, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a shut electric circuit, but what if he tried to go through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must have colossal rakehell vessels, right ? Possibly large enough for us to actuate through ? If we can negociate to cauterise through a bulwark of these intestines and break into an arterial blood vessel, then we can use it to get to the middle. Once there, we destroy the organ and hopefully counteract this monster enough to have our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some variety of mucus membrane or go, these paries are completely protected from physical and energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to take out that barrier if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a stop at an overlap with a public discussion shaft-sized arteria in the cap and Selene drew a sorry lense in the air."celestial Art : quartz glass Ice Ray !"

The loose beam of light sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size every endorsement. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the chamber with a growing iceberg lettuce. After reaching the detail where it had blocked off all the passage, a groan echoed through the burrow and the interior rampart began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the bod, it still reacts to angle and encroachment, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the cold starts seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the physical body around the perimeter of the ice began to well up and bruise as the weightiness cut off circulation through the capillary tubing, wearing down the protective tissue layer and allowing for the icy frigidness to get to work. With its arctic stinging, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his blade, Michael shattered the ice with a single swing, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of line of descent poured down into the bedroom, but knowing that the injury could shut down and mend itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of Demon blood, working their way through Baal's physical structure. Going against the electric current, they crawled for what felt the like time of day through the arteria. After an obscure quantity of time, the stabilise flow of the line of descent became a pulsing surge, slamming into them with all the business leader of a flash overflow and forcing them back. Even with their strength, they could not fight down the powerful pulsation of the nearby heart and were forced to cut up their way out. Landing in the chest caries, Selene and Michael raised their power levels to burn off the blood and then turned around, facing the heart of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the sizing of a warehouse and had a much dissimilar design than a human being's or even near animals ’. It had mineral vein reaching out almost randomly across its control surface to distribute origin through the body and well over a twelve 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 honors ?"

With a smiling, Michael drew his flaming sword."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a hopper, he pounced on Baal's core with a downward slash of his steel, carving through the thick muscle without too much difficulty and causing a flowage of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the integral chamber and forcing Selene to guide to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now happen our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a inscrutable voice laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping Fang appeared up above the heart, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways separatrix across the fondness out of spite. This only drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a nitty-gritty is as useless to a demon as teeth to a creature that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any sentence, I could have killed you without any fuss, but you proved to be very worry. But now the show is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most pleasant-tasting,"he cackled as a natural language reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"genus Selene laughed."The only thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Inferno Princes was your ability to circumvent his rage fire. The fact that you still live means you either you have an US Army of Masters of straining and Titans guarding you or you're just so large that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also ridiculous, you lived for over 40,000 years in fear of his shadow."

"Know your office, young lady. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to unfreeze in venter. The only if grounds why you were able to go up into my arteria is because I let you out of interest group ! There is aught you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniac grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a thriving laughter. Like a bull lowering its horns, Selene pointed the tips of her liquidity metallic element wings at Baal's sass. The mini solar system above her read/write head that had replaced her aura moved between the wings, with the petite 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 mental rejection as the sun's spark grew in intensity.



polishing as brightly as a ace, a tongue of molten atomic number 79 and silver shot up from the depths of the volcano, taking physique and curing. A unholy skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took pattern with long hook extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like hooter reaching up from the grinning human-like font. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscles and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the brass remained without figure. His centre glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a nail laugh, terrifying Molly and Gabriel. He then raised his helping hand and a closed chain of fire surged up from the mountains around junkyard, like the Hellfire fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any luck of being able to escape ?"molly asked.

"Not a opportunity. I doubt even our spells will let us fall in through that barrier, so our only hope is to fight him and Hope for the substantially,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the blaze can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of rapacity weighed down on her like a arduous backpack.

"wellspring then all we can do is try and live long enough for help to arrive ! catch out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them fourth dimension to duck. Knowing that there was goose egg they could do to change the post, the scrapper resolved to just buy as much time as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : Spear of lot !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"mollie called, launching a colossal beam of blue electricity. Being like ants fighting an elephant in terms of size and metier, their spells had trivial affect on the perdition Prince, causing only a stinging wound on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can pop me with such pitiful attacks ? ! You're out of your conference !"he cackled as he launched a blast of deep red fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to warp and melt from the propinquity to the blast. His whole good side badly burned and his offstage incinerated, Gabriel was unable to stay in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"Molly shouted in frustration, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and concentrate on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of gold from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy projectile to shoot forward fast enough to wear out the sound barrier and cause a sonic boom. The block of gold slammed Mammon in the pectus, nearly causing him to return back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him ululate in pain. This was the opportunity of a life !

"Celestial Art : cutting Sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the attack would lessen Mammon's power.

With each cereal impacting with enough strength to drive through a armored combat vehicle, mollie sprayed Mammon with a jet of rubble, trying to lessen his rut and index like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the moxie and feeling it seal his king back into his eubstance, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to indorse off and stood back up in the backtalk of the volcano. Snarling in infliction, Mammon opened his mouthpiece and fired a glob of liquid Hellsteel, hitting molly suddenly on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to free herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace Molly, after summoning four Leslie Townes Hope Beacons to boost his strength even further."Let's see how you like fighting fervency with fire : angel Art : Burning Moon slicing !"he bellowed with a crack cocaine of sanctum flaming surging from his raised steel.

As his elevation increased, the storm of flaming grew in sizing and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the hellfire that was still burning. He swung his blade in circles, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the clap to its maximal 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 sizing of a sports stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the blast with his paw, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more enduringness than he had expected. Struggling to campaign the power of the blade, he released a hefty snarl to counterbalance the quiver of his body. Knowing that this was his one chance to inflict some heavy damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his strength, turning it into a dual onrush that overpowered Mammon. The hell Prince roared in torment as the good time cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a huge gash across his breast that managed to soften through his robes and muscles of amber and breakout through five silver ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their windowpane of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"mollie beckoned from high in the sky.

Mammon had just enough time to reckon up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara and the Queen Victoria poured down onto his molten ore organic structure and his vent, causing more steam and locoweed to spew up than the volcano of Hawai'i in a year. He howled in nuisance as his dead body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water supply and began to shatter. The deluge of saltwater coursed down the incline of the volcano, flooding the fortresses before washing across the Roman mile of dust deal like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The spell soon ended and mollie landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking sherd of amber and flatware that poured down the side of the vent like an avalanche. The vent itself had several tumid cracks running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thick syrupy stemma.

molly had a large smile on her face at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a Hell Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained skeptical."Don't be so surely,"he warned as an menacing laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first time, a gargantuan inundation of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking shape into a cadaverous golem with muscle and physical body of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could thrum me with such a pitiful attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of solid gold around his volcano.

"Damn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no meter to recover our vim or flee."

mollie stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's small-scale than before and splattering gold with each movement. Before, he was bigger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is different ?"

"The vent, that's the reservoir of his force ! That monster we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the mountain ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! take care, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from equipment casualty !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the volcano, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these miss right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"right hand, there is no stage in fighting that matter coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of index. None of our long distance go are inviolable enough to get around through that shield, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll agnise what we're doing and kill us."

mollie just grinned and spread her wings before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her side, 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.



Raffaello Santi sprinted up the outer staircase running up the cardinal tower. His armor kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fire up a lamp chimney shaft and with his wings retracted, the twist and H2O of the infuriated gale tempest above the castle was not potent enough to revoke him off his groundwork, though the huge bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each step several clip more unmanageable. Like the respite of the castle, the pillars between each windowpane was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freeze twist and water battered their organic structure. Raphael ran past and even stepped on more damned souls than he could count, men begging him for assistant and women offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his acquaintance was in the most risk and that getting others involved would only slow him down.

Down below him, the wall and other buildings surrounding the independent tugboat of the castle were haemorrhoid of burning rubble, with Demon torso part scattered everyone and blood splattered across every control surface. While their issue had been great and their combined power was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just subscribe to them on one at a fourth dimension. While it was a slow appendage and the precariousness of his friend's luck made it hard, he survived with little damage or energy loss.

Without warning, a tenacious disgraceful tail broke through the ceiling and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the storm. Raphael looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his level despite the nothingness and rain. The Gargoyle released a flash shriek and reached out with one of its clawed hands, nearly slamming Raphael into the rampart. As a spate of Lust Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with reddish blue light, Raphael gave a thunderous roar and bound off the ruin staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The beast grabbed its foe, holding Raffaello Santi out from its body. Refusing to gage down, Raphael hacked off the beast's hand, freeing himself from its grip and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slice to the creature's neck, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to fall, Raphael pointed his handwriting back at the tower and launched a rosary Ernst Boris Chain, using it like a grappling hook to snaffle onto one of the man pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to bewitch his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late to bring through Rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a grouping of monster on the stairwell, raping a few damned soul that had managed to unfreeze themselves and infract free from the palace construction. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the animate being with four spry diagonal 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 paries of Asmodeus'sleeping accommodation, flooding it with the dim light from outside. The ruler of the Circle of Lust was nowhere to be found but his heart immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving dead body on the base 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 opprobrious skunk and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his headspring to the sound of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her trunk with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Hell have you done ? ! Why do you look like Rosemary ? !"Raffaello Sanzio demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her soulfulness. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the Circle of luxuria. I simply fell in love with this girl's body and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raffaello Sanzio's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall endure a lot unfit than the most pitiful individual in this creation !"

Asmodeus'face transformed, her cheeks splitting undecided to give away prospicient needle-like teeth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of fists, and her long black hair writhing like snake. Clapping her deal together with a bird, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his whole body jerk and causing his sword to fall out of his hand. He tumbled to the ground, unable to move as the baron of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could look mortal like me ? ! Even with that armour of yours, a lowly Archangel could never stargaze of having a luck against a ruler of Hell !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? heavenly Art : elemental Bonds !"Rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four area of free energy, each having consumed her member, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her left foundation locked in a sphere of water, her in good order foot in a sphere of stone, her right hired man burning in a flaming orb, and her left over hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of lightning 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, advance securing her. stiff than brand and imbued with the world power to debilitate energy, it sealed her in plaza so that not even her midsection could move.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break release 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 have known that while I was originally an archangel, I was created through the fusion of an army of holy man souls instead of given life story by God Almighty. True, you managed to steal a objet d'art of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the rite, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that person with my energy so that you would think it was my true feeling. I used it as a decoy to hold back you from noticing my former spirits. And the delusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never ignore a chance for some kinky fun,"Rosemary said, wishing that there were more people around to see her attainment. Alas, the only one there to catch was the astonished Raffaello Sanzio, staring at her with wide eye."And don't even bother trying to break free of those patch, because while you were failing to take me, I closely examined you. Your long suit doesn't come from sheer destructive office like the former snake pit Princes. Instead, you force your opposition into entry with mind-bending semblance. However, after all the fourth dimension I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your ability and developed a mental granting immunity. In Truth, you are weaker than the Masters of distortion in terms of raw power, but your illusions are strong enough to subdue the early Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a hellhole Prince, I will still claim you out with my most right charm to nominate sure as shooting that you don't survive. Raphael, I suggest you move,"she said as her armour appeared.

The illusionary palsy broken, Raffaello Santi shakily retrieved his brand and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as rosemary pointed her wings as her with her miniature solar system gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raphael thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized major planet between her wings began to orb around the sun at rattling speeds.

"It was an incomplete technique, but one that is more potent than any garden angelica or fiend spell…"mollie said as an atmosphere of get-up-and-go formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his lovers and fast followers. It is his endowment, the might to shape fate itself,"rosemary finished as the castle began to shake from the insuperable power radiating from her body as she charged the eruption. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the women were doing and what the event would be.

"This is the completed Resolute cataclysm, powered by our desire and dedication to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to interfere ! Not even the Inferno Princes can stand up to our allegiance and strength !"sll three women shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beams were released, each giving off as a lot top executive as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an slant with only a fraction of the true big businessman, Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's home like a blowtorch through snow, boring a shaft straight up to his sassing. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of lightness expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant brightness level upon the surrounding batch range.

With a hole blasted open and Baal in too much excruciation to cease them, she grabbed Michael's bridge player and turned around. With her rear to the shaft, she fired again, this time into the profundity of the Hell Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the get-go blow, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the backlash of the blast and dead reckoning out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly mountain that was the ogre.

Baal had the soundbox of a morbidly obese stegosaurus with demonic characteristics. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with foresightful nipper, his head had no nozzle and was instead ( originally ) a pit of dentition surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the wind instrument had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a rocky ridge that had existed since the nascency of the stack around him.

They looked back just in prison term to see the stallion Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud large enough to eradicate the totality of Australia. The flaming babble hurled blood and guts in all focussing like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell Prince Ball would never again eat another soul. Still firing the electron beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the blowup, genus Selene was thrown several hundred miles with Michael hanging on for costly animation and trying not to be blinded by the brainy light.



With molly, her fire's size multiplied every second, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a hundred feet. Raising his hired hand and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Apocalypse clap and desperately launching it to counteract the bam. The two shaft collided like fountain of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across hellhole and causing the entire junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer world power. Regardless of mammon's strength, the Book of Revelation irruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute tragedy eating it up and continuing forward. By the clock time it reached the netherworld Prince, the ray of light's radius alone was big than the height of the volcano and the molten robot. It slammed into the fiery plenty, shattering it like trash and obliterating the ore shadow. As the molten stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a final screeching of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding light washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her soma and destroying the wall behind her. Outside, every blame soul and infernal entity looked up and gasped as the high point of the column exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a Ne beam, as powerful as a solar flare. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of inferno, and in every circuit, the black and red cloud and the burning sky were blocked out by a smart as a whip colorful light source show, like the aurora Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the fair sex stopped to get their breath. molly and Rosemary fell to their stifle, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch genus Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the same flurry of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their mind as they realized just how much stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the same thing.

"holy place diddly-shit, you just killed a Hades Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three woman smiled."Yeah, now let's go retrieve Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery beetleweed in full view, a portal opened up in the space of Hell and the archangel and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a skipper of Torture on how to take in access to Tenebrous'domain. The first matter they felt was extreme point difficultness in breathing. Even while the distance of Hell was not a void like the macrocosm of Cinereo and their case provided their own air supplies, there was more than Energy Department in the environment than the turnout of a billion Sun across their life-time. Selene and the others had to raise their power stage just to keep from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the blood-red galaxy, they all gasped at the scene taking place before them, for even on a astronomical scale, the wavelet from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were out of the question to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmos, crashing into a red region star with adequate force play to knock it off its orbital office and sending about a fifth of the flaming spraying off comparable water from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his 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 incarnation roared. Holding more material than a solar system of rules, a deluge of water appeared before him, heavy enough to drown various dozen planet. The deluge caught the Hellfire asterisk and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor meteoroid Shower !"he then called, clapping his men together and causing the entire inundation to freeze solid in a 2nd. He then pulled his handwriting apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of jillion of javelins, all grueling than Hellsteel and imbued with divine power. Swinging his arm, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a horde of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the speed of light.

"Demon Art : Planetary Demon baby's room !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his control, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling side carved into the incline, almost making it await like the spherical head of a elephantine monsters. Forming on its glow red center and clenched jagged tooth, billions of Demons were brought to life, their bodies forming from the rubble of the black planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the satellite surface, killing every single one of them in less than a minute. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like 20 machine guns carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the planet in topographic point, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast space. Before the daemon power could revenge or represent himself. Baltoh slashed him across the back, cutting through the wing-like ness and leaving a huge gash in his back. But even with his sword of lightlessness hollow matter drawing in matter and light, Tenebrous'consistency was so dull that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a bullet through ice, causing continent-sized patch to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control and balance and raised his sword."Demon Art : ancestry rainfall !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his lights ray of light of free energy were fired with the power of Lucifer's Apocalypse Eruption. Baltoh swerved through distance, dodging each blast like a biker going down the pike in the wrong direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his swords business leader and absorbing the eruption into a compress nuclear membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the battle with awe and utter disbelief, staring at the range of erratic eruptions 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 tot compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the life history of the Hell Princes like ants under a road roller. Selene was the most amazed, ineffective to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two champion locked blades with sluttish flaming streaming from the Demon King's blade and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unique speed, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the dorsum, piercing his marrow with the Stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of line and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to dig him over and over again like a sewing political machine moving at the speed of light source. The hellfire sword pierced his dead body respective thousand metre, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his posterior, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing tum, sending him rocketing across the cosmea before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested planets. The impact was sinewy enough to commit fissures across the surface of the dismal world, easily visible from outside its range. Charging towards him like a bull, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horns, shattering the satellite as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to mend his injuries and regain his potency. He had used up about half of his big businessman so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely overbold. If he were to have any hazard of slaying the Demon King, he would require to work out the big guns and stop trying to get into him down.

In the corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his sides, Baltoh gave a yowl that was heard across the extragalactic nebula."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his body, the sparkle of a yard Lord's Day shined as an abysmal tidal Wave of fire surged out in marvellous counseling. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the brightness level just a fragmented second before he was caught in the spinning wafture. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute Cataclysm to shame, the supernova reached out in all directions and lit up the crimson galax with its nuclear flames, burning hundreds of meter brighter than any natural lead death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in phantom vim for shelter, using his own index to continue from being burned to a potato chip in the nuclear fervour. Suddenly, the fire around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to front 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 blade, using it to block the planate star that threatened to cut him in half at the waistline. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of fire stretched across place, the saw brand of compressed nuclear explosions pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windshield of a motortruck, Tenebrous didn't even notice Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened asterisk in his hand.

Baltoh threw the disk, this sentence vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to excommunicate as he saw the paper-thin leaf blade of nuclear fire flying towards him, but was unable to finish it from slamming into his cover. The agony of the cosmic flame saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to ping his sword aside and crash into his stomach. The two grinding leaf blade continued to gyrate with tenebrious held between them, howling in excruciating hurting. 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 evil grinning."Just kidding. daemon Art : universal proposition Extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened suns. In an eruption that was sour than a black gob, a cosmic sea of red region surged out in all directions, like the shadower equivalence of the supernova magical spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his mantle for aegis.

Teleporting to the early side of the coltsfoot, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all science and technique, both enemy began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to stuff or sidestep any attacks. Their steel were moving like the blade of a food processor as they basically hacked away at each other, sending bloodline and gore flying.

Acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his palm and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."heavenly Art : audio Shatter !"

thunder like an animate being, he gave off a sound waving that was forte than anything else in the history of the world and went across every frequency. The heart rate traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'beetleweed like a riffle through a pond after the splatter of a expectant Harlan Fiske Stone. Every satellite and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the nuclear point, with the vibrations having shaken the attachment to the stage of breaking. tenebrific covered his auricle and howled in bother as his cells threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Shirley Temple Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his deal above his oral sex, he formed a mountain-sized Shirley Temple Black hole with altered abilities, negating its gravitational pull. Baltoh closed his hands into fists, causing the solid blackened yap to break apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the Negro marbles at the demon King as the charm suggested, each bullet weighing more than an entire whizz and flying at well past the fastness of light source, The stream of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with uncomprehensible force, breaking all of Tenebrous'clappers and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could stand up to the marbles'weight and power as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his dead body broken and battered, he still had more than than sufficiency power to shake off a piece."Demon Art : Joseph Black thread Hex !"

Crackling like bolts of lightning, a net of gazillion of black corduroy with harpoon-like barbed vane at the end stretched from his horns towards Baltoh. The Celestial Avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would pass Tenebrous a Brobdingnagian advantage. He teleported behind one of the Demon world and watched to see what would hap. The storm of bladed cord struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. clod of stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cords'depth, until finally shattering like a fragile wine spyglass in mortal's powerful grip.

‘ tinker's dam it, I'm running out of power, it's metre to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the cords with an invisible slash of exponent. Pressing his palm together, he began gathering his powerfulness for one of his ultimate attacks."celestial Art : da Gamma Ray fit !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so much as a headliner, lighting up the universe. A reel theater of operations of blast and gas stretched out from the snapper like a whirlpool, and from the center on either side of the elephantine burning coin, a beam of silver and violet energy was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a line of Light Within arched across the galaxy, one end surging consecutive towards tenebrific with enough power to throw the Resolute disaster look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injury Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sphere of calamitous and red Energy."Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming death ray.

The two unstoppable forcefulness collided in a catastrophic burst of Inner Light and energy so powerful that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to look away to hold on their center from melting from the blinding visible light, which surpassed all other force-out in the universe. This was god-level fighting at its peak ! The light finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite word position of the galaxy, the former gasping for air while the latter showed no signal of fatigue duty. 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 direct a break ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ Damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate vantage. Being the owner of the Throne of Hades, as long as he is in Hell itself, his power is limitless. Trying to bust 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 blase that I can barely ride out awake. Let's finish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost free fall of power he had, he summoned a 1000 full-sized whizz, all at vital bulk and on death's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrific laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand Demon heads materialized, all looking like the foreland of Devil with charging Apocalypse Eruptions between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the full universe of Hell !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jump back to Earth !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the roadblock between the universes so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'flack approached their maximum layer of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed boost spells, everyone shot through the empty blank space as fast as potential, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as realism would give up. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his finger, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, 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 chance. Back in the crimson galax, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a disgrace that you were ineffective to say good day to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any shape or form !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no motive to say good-bye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

tail Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into stupendous disks of fervour and gas while launching their da Gamma ray bursts. Behind Tenebrous, all the Lucifer head teacher opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse Eruptions. In the very center of the galax, the flak met. From the corner of quad, everyone became breathless as a bright light could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the distance. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an subaqueous explosion. Moving faster than the laws of physics would permit, the visible radiation surged across space in all directions like a universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"genus Selene tearfully shrieked as the illumination reached their attitude and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in blank space, unsure whether he was alive or numb. His clothes were shredded, bloodline oozed from wounding that covered most of his body, and his gumption were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I flunk ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few sparks of energy.

Baltoh opened his oculus, though that effort alone was like a human picking up a mountain. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The crimson galaxy was gone, reduced to a misty lather of evaporate corpuscle. There wasn't a undivided entire atom in the entire galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw energy.

Without warning, a blade of concentrate Hellfire pierced his chest from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a ace injury and at full strength. Baltoh stared at the sword with his whole dead body trembling."How… how is it potential ? ! How could it throw no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to charge him at the former plaza of the galaxy, where his black throne still hovered, undamaged except for a boastfully crack across the back."Behold, the literal toilet of Hell ! As long as I am here, my superpower aren't just Creator, they are limitless ! Even with all your strength, you can not face all the power of this universe on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in pit, you are child's dramatic play to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the iniquity ! Evil has no failing !

The almighty Baltoh, the Celestial avatar, helpless and weak ! How about I let your admirer come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't daring !"Baltoh shouted, unable to gather any forcefulness with the devil world-beater's steel still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized bridge player of shadow energy from his own palm and sent it across space at speeds that dwarfed light itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's Quaker, the whirl in Tenebrous'throne began to broaden and extend. In the nook of space, he grabbed the unconscious mind Valkyries and garden angelica and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, more scissure began to come along in his commode and small tongues of red region began to flick out.

Bringing them to the scene, Tenebrous released genus Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. Tears ran down the women's faces as they saw the lost State Department he was in.

"spirit upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever remember that is the force of darkness that normal over everything !"tenebrous thundered as more cracks began to look in his toilet. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at Selene."You will be the beginning to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but molly, rosemary, and the garden angelica quickly got between them with their weapons drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at to the lowest degree slow up him down, but the Demon King effortlessly carved them down with his hellfire sword. Reaching genus Selene, he raised the leaf blade above his head, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the Throne of hellhole suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could pertain 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 inferno. The melanize pot of man and Demon bones was gone, the ominous upcountry having broken away to reveal a throne of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to see it.

"tinker's damn YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even clear her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smile on his human face. Tenebrous looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the true Throne of hellhole, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That black shell that coated it before, you used that to use the toilet of Hades and keep it in your ascendence so that it would impart you business leader instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wounding in his chest.

"The commode have will of their own and their macrocosm were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reinforce the virtuous, Cinereo to maintain the balance, and Hell to punish the sinner. tenebrous took the Throne of Hell and then used the business leader it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the seal broken and Hell freed from his evil controller. After all, how could the place that punishes evildoer be ruled by a Demon ?"

"So you're saying that the Throne of pit 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 fervid aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his vigour and healing his wounds."You could say that Hell and I are under good condition with each other,"he said as a sphere of energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly lost.

"You're a liar and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal persuasion ; it is the fiat of Hell ! Hell and I fight English by side, Hell is my ally, and we exist for the Lapp rationality : to polish off evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too retentive, and it is time for you to pay the price ! In the name of Hell, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of vitality growing in business leader and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be honorable if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his protagonist out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrous stammered as he looked at the sphere of power in Baltoh's helping hand and the light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most powerful and dangerous trance ; Celestial silence. The power in which to get rid of a infinite completely from universe ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what chance to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the Demon roared, turning around and flying away with the tone Shimmer spell.

"You can not escape from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial secrecy. Guiding it with his nous, he had the orb swerve through the air and attain the former Demon King in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a ball-shaped perimeter with a wheel spoke of five mil radiated from the piece, severing that space from realness. The arena quickly began to shrink, compressing all the matter within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a vacuum ; it left a gaping golf hole in the universe and the fabric of outer space and meter. Tenebrous gave one final roar of panic as the heavens closed in on him, crushing him with all the affair trapped within it. Defying the laws of physics, it continued to reduce, crushing all the topic beyond the point of black hole material and shrinking until it was humble than a quark cheese, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and body, Baltoh turned to the flaming can and sat down. The glossa of fire brushed against his skin and clothes like the fur of an animal, causing no harm. They barely even felt real. Sitting in the Throne of Hell, he took a thick breather and thought back through his unanimous dangerous undertaking. It was done, there was still workplace to be done in Hell, impeccant individual to save, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery realm had been defeated and the subspecies of Demons would soon be extinct. The straightaway past barely meant anything, what was significant was the foresightful full term. Would he guide the Throne of inferno and predominate both it and Cinereo ? Was it potential to even reign them both ? Would he devolve to Earth with Selene ? Was it possible to truly find peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could person who had fought for tens of thousands of yr and reached the levels of a god truly put away his steel and stop fighting ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a white causa, had a pair of annexe with sterling silver feathers, and his doughnut was in the form of a crown of light. His hair's-breadth was clean and combed back and he had a short beard and his complexion was a alight tan, as he was of eye Eastern parentage. He was walking casually on the empty space as if he was taking a perambulation through the ballpark and came to a plosive beside the toilet of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some clock time ago. You wouldn't believe how heavily it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jehovah, one of the earliest Angels and the ruler of heaven. To what do I owe the delight ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at to the lowest degree once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to pace in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of Hell beginning to resign itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the ogre has been defeated and the can of blaze sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every right hand to be angry with me. It was because of my pattern that your original human mortal were sent to Hell in the first station. It is because of me that submarine have been burning because they acted out of Justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is Thomas More my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of good that does. You meddled with the existence of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you to the highest degree. You let war and organized religion burn out of ascendancy and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the can with his bivouac fingerbreadth in front of his face.

"That is true. I pulled away from the creation because I realized the mess I had made and wanted living existence to be able to shape their own lives. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to dominate over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to go far and bring balance so that the war between brightness level and darkness could come to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the same icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to detain angry at me ? I sent genus Selene and molly to let you know that I had forgiven you for the mistake you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its time to let the past stay in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much clip ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. past tense, present, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the hurting that I've endured. You've led a spoiled aliveness compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for someone born from hatred to bring out their hatred. Very well, keep open your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my head 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 dust and melted quarks that were hovering in the zippo gravity."This all started because of too much interference in some lieu and not nearly enough in others. My responsibility is to exert order, so to take off, I think I'll apply purchase order. That's all you need to know old man."

"funny story, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Jehovah mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the Hell do you desire from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still require to grow up. It is time for you to come to terms with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three realm, too a lot anger and violence. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to get lodge and balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can live with all this hatred, or if the lull in struggle will agitate the beast and cause it to squander you and twist you into dark, just as it has to so many others. You have the big businessman of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a commode is taken by somebody with the improper ambitions.

You've gone through a majuscule change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's time to vary who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the can of Hell with his font in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw Selene and the others approaching with their armour gone. He got to his feet and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The tearful beauty crashed against him like a wafture, hugging him with all her strength. Her words were out of the question to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how worried she had been about him.

"It's ok, genus Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the feel of her silky whisker. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turning and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her fount buried in the English of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my near Sweet Rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laughter.

rosemary finally let ago, letting Molly show her aid. Like Selene and Rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raffaello Sanzio and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hands and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the last to compliment him, and he did it with the warmest smile he had ever worn."You were once my swear enemy, but you are now my greatest acquaintance and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your Lake Superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the Archangels, you have always been the one with the inviolable will to slay evilness and enforce Justice Department. That is why I am leaving the Throne of Hell to you, so that you may dominate this realm and ready sure that immorality is never allowed to produce again. I trust you to make hellhole what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to faint. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a soft kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an release for Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, Molly, and rosemary reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a second had passed on land since their departure, and worldly concern was still in a frenzy as people tried to enter out just what the shtup had happened.

‘ hoi polloi of earthly concern, get a line my interpreter,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the linguistic process of those who heard it.

A new rippling pulsed through the dry land as multitude 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 bed what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in inferno. With the service of the forces of Heaven, I have slain the Devil and his realm now lies in dilapidation. A great change has arrived and the power of dark has been brought to its scurvy decimal point since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the fervour of wickedness must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this worldly concern of the evil that poisons its citizens. With inferno below to penalize the sinners and Heaven to rewards the pure, I will remold this world so that all effective citizenry can be in repose and happiness. I will end the corruption, the wars, the greed, and the suffering, and all I ask in regaining is your dependable will towards the citizenry around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a pure nub and good deeds. If you can redeem yourselves and purge your souls of evilness, then this world can finally get a utopia.

No topic what faith you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any former, you are adequate in my eyes and have the same chance and obstruction to get yourselves on the decently route. Your trust means nothing to me, only your title and your resolve to make this humankind a better position for everyone will order your blank space in the next world. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be uprising fueled by greed and evil, but together, we can name this universe into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this time, the greatest probability of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the crimes of the past, we can finally love the pose instead of enduring it, and we can have sex that the futurity will be even greater. This is our chance to clean this world and reacquire the true will to live and desire to do skillful. The time of pain and hatred is over, the time of Justice Department has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three firm followers."Let's rest and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburb of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sunlight and fresh air. Behind him was a blue-painted theater with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an aged duo with chocolate-shade tegument were holding hands and with look of apprehensiveness on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. Several transactions later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her organic structure shaking as she breathed deeply. In easterly Green Mountain State, Molly was having a similar conversation with her family, while Rosemary 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 commit you your privacy."

"It was hard convincing them what I had said was on-key, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armor, wings, and celestial halo for them to fully believe me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my death, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at informality 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 sure how to explain you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two other charwoman,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two women. I wanted to introduce you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the sidewalk, they were too terrified to incite. Are Molly and Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her pass on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and Rosmarinus officinalis is having trouble announcing my new commandments to the world. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sort of religious or religious notion on hoi polloi and to only enforce necessity for good deeds and just behavior, but much of the world is still rebelling. I might have to put on a confessedly display of power before they finally swallow my rules and give up their selfish sins."

"fountainhead if there is anyone who can purge the Earth of its evil, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her weapons system around his with her centre closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few Nice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

Disappearing off the face of the earthly concern, the two lovers rematerialized in the very substance of the universe, in a lustrous nebula of all colours cascading together with gazillion of whizz glistening in the background signal. cloud of hued gas as bombastic as solar arrangement wafted past them like tongues of flame, more beautiful than a homo brain could comprehend. Baltoh and Selene were naked, Selene without her liquid metal wings and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each early in the heart of the universe, and while there was no air or lovingness in the void of outer space, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, ineffective to speak without air to carry the sound.

‘ The birthplace of everything. It is from this degree, million of years ago, that the universe of discourse was born. From that initial newsflash, Cinereo came into existence and Shangri-la and blaze later budded off from it like cell. We are in the very tenderness of all existence, what better office to make love ?'

Baltoh began to buss her neck, with each touch his lips against her hide sending undulation of pleasure through her consistence, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'genus Selene mentally said while she tried to guess through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his nous and gave a warm smile. ‘ Not nearly as a great deal as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their lip swirled together like oil and water, they reached out with their tongues and let them wrap around each other and probe the inside of each other's mouths. Even though he had lost all of his Demon feature, Baltoh was able-bodied to commute his physical class to make his tongue as long as he wanted. While genus Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her suave legs and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the stars in the population positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent shriek of genial euphoria as Baltoh's energy flooded her dead body, letting her coup d'oeil into the power of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole world so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the smallest atom to the largest galax, all with peer clarity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable feelings to retard to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't recurrence to the life story she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his fingers against the side of her face, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't trouble. Calm yourself and trust in me. I will pay you everything you desire and more.'

With their back talk interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her existence with the aura of divinity, allowing her to glance into his level of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the fountainhead in her, lowering the intensity of the opinion but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another replete glimpse into his world and making her intellect cry out as it struggled to find a way to describe the cloud nine and felicity she was feeling.

Taking a behind, steady cycle, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in quad, their back talk having yet to fully discriminate from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could feel her mind getting used to the god-like feeling and became mostly resistant to it, regaining her pull in common sense. As Baltoh's Energy Department surged through genus Selene like a blood blood transfusion, they both began to burn with their bodies intertwined from their energies being released and orbiting around them like dust around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more and more of Baltoh's power flooded genus Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in condition of mightiness, moving to the Saami level of creation.

Casting aside their business leader and living side by side in the same floor, they shed the feelings of the energy incoming and exiting their eubstance. In the neo space, they felt only each other's physical forms, just like the first metre they made love. His sleeve wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate genus Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the arrant speed and touching all the properly blank space. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his binding as he drove her unfounded with his inscrutable knife thrust, not needing any of his world power to excite or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the notion of Baltoh's shaft being forced into her hourglass form. Again she tried to incur quarrel to describe how good it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her mind and accord her a view of the realm of the Maker, the variance between the two sensations offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his judgement, Baltoh too was struggling to find a verbal description, not only for the incredible feeling of being so close to the charwoman he loved and the touch sensation of her indulgent touch, but also his love itself, the love he felt for her. No thing what he came up with, whether it be an total book of poetic gold dedicated to the fillet of sole purpose of summarizing his notion for her or using the existence itself to paint a mural in the sky of the two of them together, he could not obtain a way to properly express his sexual love, no thing how much he wished to.

Their mouth and tongue still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in Selene at a oceanic abyss and truelove rhythm, the two lovers lost runway of time, for time itself was bending around them as their get-up-and-go were released in greater and expectant volume, forming an standard pressure of raw force that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their candy kiss as they each experienced a concurrent sexual climax, so sinewy that it affected their judgment as well as their bodies and surpassed any physical sensation. As they looked up and gave silent moans of happiness, the sensation around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their body and minds. Defying her view of reality, the sensation she experienced with the surge of power surging back her mind surpassed the original feeling that genus Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while divine, Baltoh too was in awe at the moving ridge of blissfulness that flooded him like tidal waves of illumination. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching universe completely, for the mixture of vigour contained both their kernel and souls. Neither of them could even enjoin if they were still alive or dead, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a split second as brilliant as the Big Bang itself, the ability was released back out in a radiant supernova. torture and peal, clouds of their energies flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and flavour like radio receiver wafture. The superpower and passion of the surge was so sinewy, it was as if the existence itself was experiencing a climax.

After an incomputable measure of sentence, everything became silence, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the sum of the universe as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their straits and stared trench into each other's eye, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a soft kiss.




The End