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Chapter 1



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

Up at the very top of the Empire State building, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the grey sky. From this flash, a glowing orb came into existence, resembling a ruby illumination bulb. It was not undimmed or herculean enough to drag attention from the people below and it was completely masked by torrential pelting. The raindrops that passed by this burning jiffy were turned into hissing steam from just the intense proximity and the unnatural estrus being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial flash ; instead, it grew in intensity and sizing while becoming darker in specter. Initially the size of a human being fist, it began to flesh out into an undulating perpendicular platter as large as a dinner party table. There was a back twinkling and the magnetic disc became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became solid like ice, with shifting chromaticity of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the merchant ship of the disk, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick-skulled tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the construction, causing the alloy to corrode and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ill drape of red brightness level was a choir of agonizing screams and cries of pain in the ass, pouring out from the depth of the blood-red lightness. Were the weather clear, the the great unwashed down in the streets would instantly gaze up in horror at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their spike to try and protect their souls from its ravaging feel. The sound radiating from this sullen apparition was one not meant for person ear, a sound that was never intended to be set loose upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the pelting were the multitude of New York spared the mind-scarring chorus.

A ripple stretched out from the centerfield of the disk and a shadow came into view from its profoundness, like a sea animal slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a figure stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the tuner tower on one foot. The physical body was a tall young man with a tend but powerful build, garbed in brown iron heel, grey sloppy pants, a black girdle, and a sinister hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his wrists were two rosary pearl cords and two metal shackle. The man had medium-length dark tomentum that was slicked back, a Louis Harold Gray skin colour, piercing blue oculus that could almost glow in the dark, and hidden under his hood were two horns that protruded just past his hair channel and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery threshold, a combustion halo 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 body when fully blossom out and stretched, with the lower set of wings resembling bat wings but with plate instead of flesh, and the upper berth annexe like the wings of an eagle, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the back of his pelvis was a long black prat with a rope-like distance and flexibility and a bladed stinger on the end like a butcher knife, but with a tearing dig. His fingertips were armed with triangular nipper that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

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

The crimson vena portae disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the urban center, standing on the tip of the radio tugboat and wrapped in his extension. His bright grey eyes scanned the city below, taking in the view. It hadn't been very long since his last visit to the human world, as he traveled there frequently.

"I'll find you, just you wait…"he muttered with a phonation that was as assoil and steadfast as it was mystifying.

He then opened up his wings and elevated without a single flapping, slowly rising higher into the sky. He then pushed off the air with the muscular sheet and took off across the sky, unseeable 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 of honor for"vigour spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of everyday commuter train and the erratic flow of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, longsighted black whisker that was straight yet wavelike, and bright green eye. Matching her mantrap was her hourglass physical body, with d-cup breasts, a slender waist, an ass and yoke of thigh that were toned with muscle, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each stone's throw. Her figure was a miscellany of in force genes and a nearly spiritual idolatry to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing black-market high-healed shoes that gave a very aphrodisiac tap with each stride, a black skirt that tightly held to her fluent thigh, and a tan patronage coat with her purse hanging from her shoulder joint. Secured in her pocketbook and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential sheets of rain. Maybe she should have driven today…

Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a specific kinship for the genial exercise. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to drive herself to her limitation. She was always searching for a challenge, something to break the tire routine of lifespan, it was why she moved to New York in the low gear property ( where unfortunately the only if job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a cubicle ). In this case, her challenge for today was to get to form without putting down the crossword puzzle book or getting run over.

As she walked past the tent-city of Zuccotti common, she raised her destitute deal and gave a thumbs-up.

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

"Occupy !"several of the protesters cheered in return, gladiolus for the small piece of support.

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

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

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

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

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're proper on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the dirtiest take a leak any s now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter parole for a high schooling math class ?"

She walked past a group of protestors with Republican River candidate house, shouting for hoi polloi to vote out Obama, even with the elections months away.



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the notice pack of cards of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red centre. The brute was inadequate than an grownup human but much more than sinewy, with longsighted powerful tree branch, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony wings with scurfy flesh and reduce membrane, twisted horns above it's disfigured Canis aureus face, a swishing whip-like ass, and jet-black skin that was covered in crashing scars. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its jagged tooth burned the I. F. Stone with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its extension with an abnormally brassy thumping, like the beat of an antediluvian war drum. Leaping off the towboat, it plunged towards the background, completely unseeable to all somebody eyes. Reaching the incoming of the building, it held open its wings to their full size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past times. The puddles and falling rain around the front line doors almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the savage tried to control its excitement and thirst for roue. Only lucky handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the keep in all of history, and here, there was more intellectual nourishment than its half-crazed judgement could comprehend. Looking down, beast spotted its get-go victim. On the roof of a nearby office building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed smart air.

Having just received a call from his married woman that she had just had a abortion, the balding middle-aged man did not care that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the building. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a cheap splashing sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the spirit that he was alone. While the unholy beast was completely unseeable, the man's eyes widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drop that splattered on its body showed its sizing and material body.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the breast, ripping spread his ribcage and torso cavum. The man released a warp cry of hurting as blood streamed from his mouth and his electric organ spilled out onto the base. The man fell idle to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the blood slowly spread across the rain-soaked cap like a spoonful of oil across the aerofoil of a pool. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with relish, tearing through the body with its nipper and chewing on the bloody core only briefly.

As it slurped up a line of intestine like a spaghetti strand, a bright flash of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain as its severed wing and arm fell to the floor with duncish blood trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the fauna with a meter-long sword in his hand. The hold had no safeguard and was a half-foot farsighted, while the single-edged vane had a very narrow shape until the halfway breaker point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the size suddenly swelled with an sharp gut-hook to weigh down the end of the brand for enhanced hacking and slashing. The blade finally tapered off to a stabbing level, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by XVIII inch of straight-razor serrations, ripped open like a gutted Fish by the hook-like edge, cleaved by the spacious weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the pointed tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall receive zippo from me, double-crosser. I was born of pain and malice, and there is nothing you can do to pee me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the white feathers of his amphetamine annex stood on end."Whether it is self-will or loyalty to the monster, your secrecy will carry out nothing. I will regain him and destroy you all."

With a coloured roaring, the Gargoyle lunged forward with black sess billowing from its hook like fire. With little endeavor, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could pass his human face, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

The tool staggered back in agony, and before it could strike back, Baltoh aimed his medallion at it."saint Art : Holy Burn."

A flash of twinkle was released from his ribbon with the luminousness of the sun. The ignitor obliterated the hell-spawn creature with a metaphysical impact of holy place fire, incinerating its consistency while shoving it back. While the newsflash was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly sinewy bolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butcher remains of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged consistency was incinerated in a rush of white fire, removing every trace and not even leaving ashes behind.



Abaddon stood in the Bell tower of the riverside Church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several crouch Gargoyles, all with lowered eyes and swishing rear end. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a monster, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing sign quat to lions.

Abaddon's body was very alike to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly material body, a foresightful tail end, long talons protruding from the remnant of his fingers and toes, and curled automobile horn on the top of his read/write head. However, his body was far more humanoid, with farseeing limb and bone, a much full-strength posture, more malleable digits, a mesomorphic yet leaner and less bulky physique, a android font, and even peaky hair. Secured to his carpus were two metal hamper and he was wearing a annulus of armor dental plate around his waist, alike to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that bastard followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our plan can't work if we lose another. Not even I can face him in battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain hidden, but I need to prey so that I may turn firm enough to fight him. If I feed on sufficiency souls, I may be able to at least outlive opposition, but you are all to preserve a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her Christian Bible of crossword puzzle puzzle. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the illumination of the sun, and with the darkness of the city, it was in all likelihood that the vast puddle and blanket of water would not dry until the adjacent day. The night was unusually dreary. For even though the pelting had stopped, the thick clouds remained and they refused to allow the Sun Myung Moon to shine. With so often wet in the city, a thick mist thickened the air, almost making if hard to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the light so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from work, so she had no worries. Even in the dark with no one around, she felt safe enough to walk household. Not to note the fact that the can of mace she carried in her pocketbook was strong enough to melt the heart out of anyone who gave her a mirthful look.

In a stretchiness of time so small that she couldn't even think of something to compare it to, Selene's humans was suddenly leaf inverted as her gumption were ripped away, save for the sound of a crepitation rale and the feeling of getting stabbed at every cm of flesh in her eubstance with hot irons while bombardment acid flooded her veins. Her ramification buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with brutal personnel and dragged into the nearby alley.

"hoot, that Taser worked like a appealingness. The cunt isn't even screaming,"a class phonation laughed.

genus 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 fixture model if the affects were this prominent. She couldn't motion or even make a phone ; she was completely crippled by the botheration of the excruciating shock.

genus Selene was slammed against a brick wall with one of her capturer gripping her by the throat. The impact, while painful, offered some clearness, as she was now capable to at least see her attacker. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his helping hand around her pharynx, the second was standing beside the start, and the third was a few feet away, digging through her purse.

"Damn, she's dainty musical composition of ass. It looks like we'll get a little more than some Johnny Cash and quotation cards,"the second one laughed.

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

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

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

Looking through the stars of the stinging smack, Selene's heart widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the steel. Like his knife, the dim light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smiling. Holding the knife as if he were going to stab her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her choker. For the briefest mo, the tip of the leaf blade was touching her peel, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold. To her relief, the tongue was taken off of her cutis, but before she could exhale, her assailant yanked the blade downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With tears streaming from her optic, Selene cried out in painfulness as blood trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her breast from the attacker's malicious and clumsy removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her skirt and panties and the 2d attacker went to mould yanking off the shred stiff. Selene shivered in terror and helplessness as the nerveless air fanned her bare second joint and house breasts. Her tit were now the sizing of finger joints from the cold air and the fearfulness that filled every fiber of her being.

"Look at those cherubic tits of hers, I wonder how a good deal cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little whiteness would face great on that moody peel,"the third aggressor joked as he approached, jamming a handful of cash into his pocket and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to outrage her, and that fact terrified Selene more than anything else in her aliveness. She had to do something, anything that had the slightest prospect of sparing her from this fate. Working up all the durability in her deplete torso, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"mortal PLEASE helper ME ! HEL—"

Her scream was cut short as the attacker's blade was plunged into the position of her stomach, cutting through her without any feat. The nuisance that shot through her was so excruciating, she lost all control over her body and mind. The bother inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her flesh was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With blood slowly filling her mouth, her body became limp while her attackers just laughed.

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

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

She and her three assailant looked to the entrance of the alley, where a lone pattern stood, silhouetted against the spark of the lampposts in the street.

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

"Who the roll in the hay are you ? !"the instant aggressor barked.

"Let her go, this is your final warning,"the man ordered with more authority and power in his interpreter than any living human could have.

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

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

Before he continued, four large wings grew out of his back, with the feathers along the sharpness of the upper wings flanged like the flight feather of a porcupine and the lower bat-like wings honed to the acutely shape of a sword. With bloodline oozing down her Chin, genus Selene gasped in disbelief and the three raper staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the dry land with blood pouring from her wound.

"But know this, your hatred is naught compared to mine ! Demon Art : Incineration photoflood !"

An eruption of red and disgraceful flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every pool in the skittle alley and every piece of trumpery to go up into the air. The sorry flames surged down the skittle alley, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their feet. Completely ignored by the blast, Selene watched in horror in amazement as the three suspended assailant were slowly disintegrated by wave of black and red flames washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their bodies, their muscles were shredded as if by a meat grinder, blood streamed from their carcase as their mineral vein were lacerated at every centimeter, their pipe organ exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few seconds, they were nothing but charred skeletons. As the surge faded, so did genus Selene's level on consciousness. Succumbing to blood passing and the pain in the neck of her injuries, Selene slumped over and passed out.

boot aside the melanize skeletal frame of the rapists, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale handwriting over her naked body."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's whole trunk began to glow as a plasma-like glowing wafted from Baltoh's hand and settled on her cutis. Her stab injury began to conclude, her scratch and bruise disappeared, and her eubstance stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In less than half a mo, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to bump himself analyzing every inch of her bare beauty, moving his eyes slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his shadower and retrieved her pocketbook, proceeding then to search for information. Pulling out a forgotten alphabetic character, Baltoh read her name and destination, memorizing the location of the apartment building and the take unit. Hooking the handbag to his sash, he moved back over to genus Selene. With one arm against her back and the other under her stifle, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked trunk while being deliberate not to scratch her with his claws.

Holding the woman in his arms, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her expression. It had been old age since he laid optic upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his racetrack like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sense datum in his chest and a well-chosen jitteriness, something that he had never before experienced with his cold heart.

Realizing how practically clock time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to realism and disperse his wings. With a single powerful fluttering, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the address he had found on the letter as he soared over the city. With her long burnished hair brushing across her face, genus Selene was brought out of full unconsciousness, but her nous was still only half-awake. Her eyelids slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's typeface, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a dreaming. What she did know was that he was very handsome and she was frigidity. She gave a soft sigh as she fell back to kip, crossing her arms to go along warm.

With the chili dull air kissing her bare skin, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's weaponry. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overcome good sense of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his intact existence, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his lifespan had been nix but anger and the desire to remove Gargoyles and Demons. His own life meant null, except that he would not be able to go along fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to understand why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his bosom, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own consistence heat. He even wrapped his low wings around her to keep her protected from the cold-blooded wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to campaign his building erection, something that further confused him, as he had never felt sexual draw for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment building, he landed on the fire dodging by her building block like an eagle reaching its nest. With Selene in his weaponry, he stepped forward and passed right through the paries as if it were a hologram, entering her bedchamber. Stepping down onto the floor with unparalleled silence, he retracted his annexe and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the room for a reason that he did not know. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The walls were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with pic of friends and phratry. With his manus moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a ikon of Selene with a young man and stared at it intently. While they had the same complexion, he couldn't not figure out if he were a boyfriend or brother.

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

As he looked back at the picture, he saw the reflection of two eye in the glass, right above his articulatio humeri. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the fauna with his steel materializing in his grip. He came to a stop, steel in hired man, staring into the eyes of a white and Brown University cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to take in all possible light, its tail was swishing from incline to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its subdued paws. But the feline's military strength was relaxed, as if it were both at easiness and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt Thomas More mental confusion than ever before in its life, sensing a immense torrent of different energies in him, both idle and dark.

Baltoh let go of his blade and the weapon disappeared as soon as contact was lost. Turning back to the window to lead, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like mannerism, staring at Selene's naked body. The city luminousness from external were cast upon her uncase beauty like a spider web, illuminating her womanly frame. Her saturnine skin caught the visible light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her torso was rich in sonsy curved shape, her skimpy and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her retentive still thighs, the lips of her cunt looked so delicate and flabby, it was as if they were made of chocolate frosting and lacked even a single hair. Her full breast gently trembled with each inspiration and release of air, and her teat were erect from the fogginess and ticklish tingle of each exhale. Her slick black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few strands were draped across her peaceable expression. The lipstick on her backtalk glistened as she breathed, and her cilium 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 daze, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his wings and became intangible, about to kick the bucket through the paries as if it were made only of light. As he took a step forward, genus Selene's eye slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

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

Baltoh looked away, unsure of how to suffice."form of."

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



Two audio filled the abandoned underpass tunnel ; the dark laugh of Abaddon and the agonizing war cry of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening eating on homeless citizenry, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the main class. The Cy Young fair sex before him had hanker blonde hair and pale peel, dirtied from yr of living in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely defenseless and covered in long bloody cut of meat, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slashes of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the rail, crying and screaming in pain as the daimon forced his near-horse-sized cock into her tiny body with inhuman amphetamine. Beneath her were the butchered cadaver of her parents, wet with her binge and the bloodline streaming from between her legs, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the rotating shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the untested miss had begged the demon to have mercy and stop over, or to at least stamp out her and end the pain. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this beastly night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The malevolent force raping her was not homo, and while her sense of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no subject how unimaginable it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining strength from her teary vociferation, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roar as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hips tightly. The new miss screamed in agony and mortification as the Demon dug his claws into her human body and felt his semen flood her physical structure, taking the piazza of Abaddon's putz as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more dolourous belly laugh as an indescribable combustion feeling coursed through her torso. In her vagina, the oxford-grey seed was eating away at her shape, burning through her like acid.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an evil smile as the missy writhed in pain, crying from the darkness fluid that was melting her from the inside out. Finally, just before demise, Abaddon unhinged his jaw like a hungry boa constrictor, leaned down, and crushed her skull between his dentition as he feasted upon her.

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



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

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

A small frown appeared on her fount, something didn't feel right. She looked at her hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a thin finish of dirt, and looking over her consistency, she realized that her hand wasn't the only affair that was dirty.

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

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

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



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

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

"A roughshod shot was discovered this break of day by delivery motortruck handing newspaper. Describing the smell of burning atomic number 16, they came across an alleyway that looked at if it had been the scene of an explosion. The wall of the neighbor edifice were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the clay of three bodies were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the police has allowed us to reckon the incredible demolition. I warn you, the keep up footage is quite graphic and viewer discreetness is strongly advised…"

The screenland went nighttime for a second and then the view was returned. Selene spewed coffee across her cat as she saw the bowling alley, sending the irritated feline scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a look of repugnance. She knew without a darkness of a doubt that the back street they were showing was the skittle alley she had been mugged in the dark before. The photographic camera zoomed in at several dot, showing the scathe of the explosion. It was a miracle that the building themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victim, and Selene had to campaign with all her strength not to shed up at the sight of the twisted black skeletal system and the horrible facial expression of agony on their charred faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseous from the hatful of the macabre skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the identities of the three victims and the causal agency of the explosion. They were will to remark on the strangeness of the outcome, as there were no composition of any loud noises, something that would be plain for whatever caused so much devastation. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the examen continues, no chemical residual has been found at the site. They can't find any evidence of an genuine bomb exploding or any vestige of Elvis ; all they have uncovered is a turgid sum of S."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the box of an function building with his head in his palm, mulling over the previous night. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high mid-sixties. Baltoh had made himself invisible so that he didn't even cast a dark. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his next movie and his former single. His wings lay draped around him like cover and his whip-like barbed tail lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his finger through his hair. He thought back over and over again to the dissimilar aesthesis that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedchamber. Never before in his entire beingness had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything early than hatred and the desire to slay daemon and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her raw class tightly… it replaced the fires of wrath in his heart with the fervency of passion.

"sufficiency 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 capable to interact and even kill a man being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged Demon would require at least two weeks to amass enough exponent for physical fundamental interaction, and even then, a lethal injury would be unsufferable to inflict.'He looked up at the pale sun and began tapping his understructure impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more powerful or crossing over is having less affect. Whatever is going on, I need to put a point to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his head as a belittled pop flared in the cover of his mind. He could smell a surge in monster energy and it was compressed in a one entity. Without a doubtfulness it was Abaddon.

"Tch, unadulterated timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through horizontal surface upon level upon level of abandoned railway tunnels and sewer argument, moving through solid stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the low-down tunnel, residing abstruse below the city and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally erode rats had inflicted damage to the concrete social structure and formations.

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

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

Baltoh looked down at the dead bodies around Abaddon's feet and the multiple teeth and claw German mark."I've let you roam free people in this world for too retentive, now you die,"he growled, forming his steel in his helping hand.

The Demon began to gag and held out his hired man. Bursting from the flesh of his palm, a line of bones resembling a spinal anaesthesia tower reached out and engage together into a meter-long celestial pole. A meretricious cracking speech sound echoed through the chamber as the spikelet began to warp, being crushed by an unseeable force and compacted. All without shattering, the pricker was compressed into a longsighted sword of a single solid piece of music of bone, with the spinal ridges acting as immense serrations.

"Don't underestimate me betrayer. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The abominable cries of these puny human, they're so beautiful, the strait of the shape being torn from their bodies and their blood being splattered across the rampart and floor, the sight of the miserable girls'teary faces as I rape them to decease, and the taste of this brilliant feast of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these wuss since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain and their torso. And I must say, living world taste so much more delectable than the spirits of the damned ; they are so… unspoiled. Now I've become far warm than I ever was in Hades, unassailable enough to even present you !"

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

A bubble of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding XX feet every second. The growing ripple of Light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to expand, passing through the walls, floor, and cap of the burrow as if they weren't even there. After expanding a c metre in every commission, the bubble came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete tower and flicked the air in its counsel. The pillar instantly shattered into millions of pieces and crumbled to the ground, but before the dust could even lead off to settle, the pillar was reformed, with every shard and pebble of concrete joining together into a elephantine ace objet d'art and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's retain this humble, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a yawl waterspout of ignominious and albumen energy. shadow was streaming from his black bat-like wings and illumination was streaming from his pearly eagle-like wings.

Abaddon gave a booming laugh and pointed his sword at Baltoh as black flames surged up from the ground around him."Very well, but I wonder just how foresighted you can last before you have to resort to unleashing your full power."

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







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the plume on her coffee table began to spin around wildly, with a glowing vapor wafting up from the slick strands. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the plumage as it came to a sudden plosive and the crystalline break of day became more focused and pressured, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feather as if it were in a malarky burrow. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its derriere. The plume began to pinch, with the tip changing way by only a millimetre of so with each fracture.

Bringing her grimace down low to the table, she looked in the direction that the feathering 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 own the result she was looking for.

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a wall of stone, entering an ancient cave system cryptical below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked blades over an over in an endless saltation that had been going on for hour. With each collision, a vast cascade of sparks would fill the air, as well dust and shrapnel from every rock and piece of stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the legal injury instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the remote world.

‘ Damn it, why is this conflict still going on ? It is confessedly that he is far stronger than any pattern Demon, but I would normally end a fight like this in less than a minute, but I feel so… dull. I can't centre my mind or my energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to drive all distractions out of his mind.

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

"daimon Art : dark impulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal irradiation of dark energy erupted from the tip of his nipper like a amusing book villain's titan death ray.

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

Shaking the whole tunnel, an flowery gateway of solid gold salvo from the tunnel in forepart of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge neon planetary house, the gate shielded Baltoh from the flack, with the darkness energy ineffectual to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal site to Hell opened and a massive systema skeletale hand reached up, grabbing the devil with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an action figure and ending the iniquity pulsation blast. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the gate of Heaven piece and pounced on Abaddon with his brand held low for an uppercut slash.

With a atrocious thunder, Abaddon swung his tail and struck the hand, shattering all of the bones and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his sword, having just enough fourth dimension to immobilize Baltoh's upward solidus. The two blades met and the Demon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer power behind the gash, crashing through horizontal surface upon level of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his impulse, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an abandon subway platform. The bedroom had two subway tracks with a counterpart lines of pillars on the platform between them, a retentive staircase leading up to the street on one slope of the chamber but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the program, and a wall with a twelve payphones stood on the opposite rampart. The platform was on the very fringe of Baltoh's archetype barrier, meaning that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

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

sexual climax to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to block an execution-style slash from Abaddon. The two enemy stared each early down, each pushing against the sword of the early. As the screeching auditory sensation of the straight-razor-sized blades on Abaddon's brand grinding against the glassy serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With more than twice as much effectiveness as Abaddon, Baltoh released one deal from his sword, while the ogre was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in bother as Baltoh slashed him across the bureau with his talons, tearing undecided his chest pit and nearly snapping the rib. He then delivered an organ-rupturing slug, sending the Demon skidding back l feet. Abaddon struggled to stay on his groundwork with ink-black pedigree dribbling from his wounding, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his hanker tail and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's pharynx, strangling the Demon. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the headway of a sledge, and planted him in the floor with enough force-out to create a thirty-foot crater. He released the ogre's pharynx, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his groundwork, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the fount, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the rampart with so much force that even the pay earphone he didn't crush were destroyed by the shockwave and the unharmed terminal nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his blade at the fiend, about to deliver the last movement. Dredging up his magnate point for the attack that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of individual coming down the stairs.

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

His eyes widened and he released a deep gasp as genus Selene came into eyeshot. The beautiful woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the sight of him and the undisputable proof that the events of the night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feather and focusing on every detail of his consistency, from his buttocks to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

All the junk on the base was thrown aside like garbage of report by an activated fan as a jet-black blast of shadower energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a dim irradiation with a ten-foot diameter and carrying sufficiency magnate to cut down half of the metropolis with ease.

Shielding genus Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on inherent aptitude. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the sharpness, defying all laws of physics and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the blast burned a kettle of fish through the street and shot into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in terror as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying gamy above the tallest buildings in less than a sec.

With the blast saturating the atmospheric state with shadow free energy, dark storm clouds began swirling around the black pillar. Down on the subway program, Baltoh was pushing against the gust with his steel, desperately trying to lay off it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his sword and orchestrate it in a different direction, the fire would slam down onto the city like a chopper. In the blink of an eye it would remove to convert the direction of the blast, a Brobdingnagian scar could be carved straight through several miles of the city, possibly killing hundreds of people. This beam was far more brawny than a pattern fiend's !

After rising so eminent that no one could see it, the blow finally faded, growing thinner and thinner until it split off into just a few vague drop of business leader. Baltoh blinked various times to readjust his mass and cursed when he saw that Abaddon had disappeared. He looked up at the hollow burned in the street and the disappearing clouds.
"This won't end well…"



"I can't tell you how sorry I am for costing you the fight. If I hadn't shown up, you could hold beaten him,"genus Selene said, placing a cup of deep brown on the island table for Baltoh.

He was leaning against the table with his extension retracted back into his organic structure, in order to keep from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the lonesome aspects of his appearing that he could change. His claw, bottom, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding answers, Baltoh had finally agreed to peach to her in her flat, though he had to make himself invisible in order to get there without being noticed. Outside, the city of New York was like an revoke anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to image out what it was. There were already dozens of news new wave around the arena of the eruption, held back by a parentage of police police officer while anti-terrorism agents and forensic investigators studied the scene. Outside of the ring of gang, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the good time was a sign that Judgment Day was at hand. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blasted them.

"It's alright, it was my demerit. I should have killed him without any difficulty, but for some reason, I just couldn't put my entire effort into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just skim the engagement and finish him off. But it will take time for him to recover, and hopefully by the meter he is impregnable enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to track him down and end up the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

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

"My gens is Baltoh, which is the Enochian Word of God for ‘ righteousness ’."

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

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

"I'm both ; half demon, half Archangel, more powerful than the two of them combined."

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

"How does something like me even come to survive ? That takes some explaining. In the integrality of cosmos, there are three realm ; Heaven, this cosmos, and Hell. In paradise there are the backer and archangel, on land there are humans, and in Hell there Gargoyles and Demons. holy man are gone spirits that have sworn their commitment to God Almighty to fight back on his behalf against the force out of darkness, and garden angelica are created by Jehovah himself or are the sum of multiple Angels bonded by their authentic desire to do near and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hell, Gargoyles are malicious moody emotional state that are born in the Lake of flack through the angriness and hatred of people on earthly concern. While they are completely devoid of existent mortal, they are the tail par to Angel, but when an backer dip from the grace of Heaven, it can go a Gargoyle with a mortal. During case like wars or genocides, there is always a massive surge in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negative feelings. However, in property on solid ground with an unnaturally high level of nuisance and hatred in its history, very frail Gargoyles can work, while still being far more powerful than even the cruel human spirit. Most often, when you think of hellish possession and diabolic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a solid other level of power from Gargoyles, with the departure being equal to the difference between Angels and garden angelica. When souls are in Hell for a retentive adequate flow of fourth dimension, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their dead body and psyche tumble into ash and they basically cease to be as sentient beings. There are integral plains in nether region of inkiness sand from the ashen remains of the bones of breach souls.

However, there is a particular strain of ash in that mixture, a component part of the homo someone that is… heavier. It is the traces of evil that lie within every soul, the darkness that drives people to sin and trust crimes. Some have more wickedness in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to form a sensation, the crushing weight of all the evil deeds and their weight will draw the heaviest speck of ash together and form a demon, spawned completely from the malice of evil mortal and lacking even a bingle human characteristic other than the desire to rag and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tonicity. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an diabolic creature and the darkness it would set loose.

"The other sort of ogre is a light Archangel, which means that its powers of Christ Within are converted into the might of darkness and they become servants of the Devil. You can tell which Demons were originally Angelica Archangelica created by Yahve because they are much more tranquillise and tempered, being of a unity brain instead of a toxic mixture of hundreds of spirits."

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

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

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

Even after all of the thing she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a Demon truly was, she felt a majuscule amount of fear towards the hybrid and took a step back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very dissimilar and unequalled mixed bag of someone, specifically the souls of the great unwashed who committed murder in the public figure of Justice Department ; law officers, Templar knight, executioners, nationalist, or even unproblematic men killing the prick that raped their wives or daughters. Jehovah doesn't condone killing between humans, even if it is to slay evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eye downcast and hands balled so tightly into clenched fist that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palms. Selene felt a deep chill in her heart as she heard the nuisance in Baltoh's spokesperson.

"I was once a legion of one thousand thousand of people, tortured for eons by the minions of the Devil for bringing justness to the world through violence. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our acts. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled champion was so great that it dwarfed any other monster's genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike Demons that variety from the hatred of life and ignitor, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to polish off and kill the military force of iniquity was so powerful that I was able to derive alive from the painfulness and hatred of the throw out heroes. As far as I know, no daimon has ever been born from nearly as many somebody as I have, meaning that my power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my birth clearly : opening my eyes for the first of all clock time deep below the dry land of the ashen area, coughing on the dark soil that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the crushing atmospheric pressure on all sides. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my humanoid consistency and the Demon feature. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen grave, my clawed handwriting broke through the airfoil and I managed to pull myself out.

Coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the black fields of ash, breathing heavily for the first time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Hell and the shifting dune of the ash desert. I then looked at my custody and finally realized that I was a daimon. The second after the recognition came, so did the passion and desires of all the human being someone that made up my consciousness. The desire to destroy evilness was so muscular, I felt like I was growing to have up if I didn't behead a creature of Hell right then and there, but there I was, a keep daimon ; the very symbol of wickedness and immorality. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened succeeding ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a humble smile and turned away from her."I took my own liveliness. Sitting in that black sand, filled with so very much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my existence right then and there. At to the lowest degree in my end, I could destroy evil and get rid of one threat from beingness. Raising my paw, I straightened my fingerbreadth and plunged my claws into my own affectionateness, ending my life.

genus Selene, never in the history of existence has a Demon ever committed self-destruction. By nature, they are too egotistic and too desperate to make others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless agony, they refuse to die in the Leslie Townes Hope that they can cause misery. But here I was, trying to get rid of my own world to that I could at least destroy one piece of wickedness, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremum is what allowed me to become what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this morning. As my perforated marrow came to a stop and the lastly flickers of undeath went out in my brain, there was a flash in my soul, brighter than a million suns. Through sin, I had achieved virtue, the same stage of virtue that Angels needed to achieve to become Archangels.

Just as Christ was resurrected three days after his demise, I was resurrected after mine. Holy push flooded my eubstance with the desire to destroy evil acting as the bridge between iniquity and light, allowing for a synergistic balance that kept me from being destroyed by the translation. With the ability of both Heaven and inferno pulsing through my mineral vein, I slowly got to my pes, transforming every arcsecond. I shed my scaly Demon peel for a android body and flesh, grew the extension of an saint above my Demon annexe, and gained a aureole of Hellfire, all while keeping my claws, tail, Demon wings, and the force of darkness energy.

I stood up with my new soundbox, completely enlightened and worlds apart from ogre and garden angelica in term of forcefulness and raw ability. As I flexed my fingers, a Demon landed behind me, having come to investigate the brightly visible light caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the creature attacked… hapless beast. Completely driven by instinct and using less energy than to snap my fingerbreadth, I beheaded the Demon with the sharpness of my handwriting, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that point on, my war against the spawn of netherworld began, and I spent the last several decade solely in the Demon and Gargoyle nurseries, slaughtering the unholy beasts the instant they were spawned and fighting for every second of my life, appeasing my desire to remove evil and decimating the Devil's armies."

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

"So if you're one-half daimon and one-half Angelica Archangelica, can you unite your great power ?"

"No, I can only use them at the Lapplander metre. I can mix them so that the two DOE are blended to the head that they look almost like the skin of a zebra, but they forever remain break up forces, just like oil and weewee. It is impossible for Demon energy and holy person vigor to bond, they are too paired 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 Demon and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the forces of Heaven have the ability to enter and exit all three knit of existence at will. I'm here to detect out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to massacre them."

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

"Gargoyles and daimon can only cross into this earthly concern from nether region if they are summoned through some act of human black magic, like a bunch of goth minor performing a Satanic ritual. The process is actually very painful for any apparition that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a orbiter through the shaft of a volcano. I should get it on, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The final result is an spectre with significantly lowered index levels, so low that the only actions they can lead are paranormal events like haunting the post where they were summoned. yield time, they become Thomas More and more powerful, eventually becoming secure enough to ache humans and even leave the station they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ones who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summon a real daimon, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can have and even kill the great unwashed in an area, but Demons are able to create instinctive cataclysm and even pestis, like erupting vent, quake, and tsunamis."

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

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The rite of exorcism does not call the powerfulness of Jehovah to banish a Demon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning ritual for saint, except that it only has to eviscerate their attention, as saint have the power to pass through dimensional barriers. count yourself prosperous that unholy entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Shangri-la that you need help destroying a satanic entity or vicious soul. Making their eubstance invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even Archangels will go far and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these fight can get extremely violent and destructive, so angel answering the call of exorcism always arrive in groups. One or more than conflict the entity or malevolent purport, others cast a roadblock that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the events from international viewers, and another to protect the ones performing the exorcism and anyone else in the field, always having to heal their wounds and alter their memories. Entire city blocks can be annihilated in one of these battle and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the threshold of Death. When that happens, the Angels will do everything in their power to obviate acknowledgement by the general populace. They will wipe store, rebuild anything destroyed, and even manipulate the mass medium and net to destroy all paper or word picture of the incident.

When it comes to Demons vs. Archangels, the engagement are waged using ancient magic spell and conjuration that focus the respective get-up-and-go of the two attack aircraft. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and Hell spells."

"But why do the Angels make themselves invisible ? Why not read themselves ? And why do they have to alter masses's memory ?"

"After the death of Christ, God Almighty decreed that Angel Falls and garden angelica were to halt all visible natural action in the earth of the Living. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as human beings and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The forces of Heaven barely ever come to Earth anymore for anything other than answering the shout of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a unlike cause. Whenever a diabolic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the light of this world. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and outside at night without too much pain in the neck or bother, but becoming visible in full daytime is like being set on fire."

"Do you screw why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Jahvey wanted to raise the lack of trust which was born at the turn of the hundred. After almost two thousand years of war and excruciation caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the populace would be better off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no trust. A world without religion is a far more peaceful universe than one where the great unwashed fight over the god they believe in."

genus Selene was mute for several moments as she tried to think of another head."If hunting these monster and Gargoyles is giving you so a lot trouble, why don't you just ask the backer for service ?"

Baltoh sighed."The holy man hate me just as much as the monster do. I may be one-half Archangel, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain entire U. S. Army of demon in my life history, they see me as a huge terror that must be destroyed. I have come to globe thousand of times before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every sentence I arrive, they try to destruct me because I am that a great deal of a risk to the balance of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't infliction to cover that good time better will certainly come back to prick me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give a damn what Jehovah decreed. I am the sum of millions of people who have been sent to Hell for killing in the public figure of justice. If anything, I blame him for my very being and look at him my enemy."

Sir Thomas More than a minute passed by, in which neither genus Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact. Looking at Selene in the niche of his eye, Baltoh was trying to sympathise what it was about this human that had piqued his curio, while Selene was trying to work everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the last 24 hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

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

"What you said back there, ‘ your hatred is naught compared to mine ’, is that really how you measure your power ? Is there anything early than hatred within you ?"she asked with the fragile hint 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 ghost of sadness to his voice.

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

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the diminished of smiles, so light that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You worry. You didn't just vote down those rapist in the alley, you healed my lesion and brought me back to my home. Today in the underpass, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your fight instead of just knocking me away, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholic face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these monsters yet means that it will probably select time. During that prison term, if you ever want to take a faulting or verbalize to someone, just come find me."

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

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

"bread and butter it with you, and if you are ever in danger, I will smell out it and be able to find you,"he said before becoming nonphysical and walking through the wall, leaving Selene resting her chin on her paw with a dreamy expression on her face.



"So did you see that Shirley Temple Black line in the sky yesterday ?"molly asked, causing genus Selene to perk up like a cat at the auditory sensation of a departure mouse.

She was in the break way of her agency building, looking in low console for any coffee bean hind end so that she could form a fresh pot. The break room was like any former in the humans, with a line of high cabinets and low cabinets against the wall, a small fridge, dingy lighting, a tabular array and a few chairs, a"stainless"steel sink, and a bullshit motivational bill poster that served only to add some gloss to the beige wall.

Molly was sitting up on the counter like a fiddling kid, curling her long blond hair around her finger. She was both the equalise and opposition to Selene, with golden hair, bright blue optic, and wan pelt, but she had a fit anatomy with bosomy curve, the perfect combination of good factor and countless hours at the gym. She and Selene had been effective supporter since they were first interns and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a real shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a one pic of it anywhere, not on the news show, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, multitude have their phones cook to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the dry land. And it was almost right in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to break a confuse knot of a few strands of her fuzz.

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

"I'm sure it will be online by the end of the day, someone had to suffer recorded it,"she shrugged as the coffee bean 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 vacate mug.

While the deep brown was poured, a balding man with chicken feed and a heavy handlebar moustache stepped into the break elbow room."gentlewoman, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a minute Mr. Reed,"Molly said with a smile that was as imitation as a politician's hope.

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

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



Coffee cup in handwriting, genus Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to keep her judgment focused on her employment, 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 mode that she might as well just call her bag a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to interview her electric current life. After learning that Heaven, Hell, Angel Falls, daimon, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really strange to think she had seen too much to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to have it away More, she wanted to exact part in Baltoh's struggle against the devil and just do something that would let her do it 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 feather, she eventually managed to get some actual oeuvre done.



Baltoh stood on the roof of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the city and tried to sense the energy theme song of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in underworld, the dingy spirits were keeping their powers hidden to avoid detection, making it next to impossible for Baltoh to pick them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a lustrous mainstay of unhorse shown down from the sky like a ray of sunlight piercing a layer of thick clouds.

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

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

The words of the assertion carried a weight and ominous whole step that no other oral communication held, as it was the speech communication of the Underworld ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a form of speaking that was very unsafe to humans. If spoken in the general public, every mortal within hearing would be brought to their knees by crippling unwellness. Speaking entire phrases like Baltoh had just done would get them to make up and begin bleeding from their mouth, nose, and even ear and middle.

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

The Archangel's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore rush, baggy pants, a waistband, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The only dispute were that his clothes were as White as his feathers, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a twosome of bond on his wrists, though his did have the rosary astragal chains. His complexion was very much tanner than Baltoh's grey tegument tonicity, and he lacked nipper, a fundament, and of path, a pair of devil wings. His capitulum were pointed and he had a bingle line of red wavy hair going across his principal like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should conceive yourself lucky that I decided to be large-hearted and not lash out the second I entered this realm."

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

"Your haughtiness is truly that of a fiend, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned detestation. Not to mention the fact that you have the Same habit of getting involved with people as the dark beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic damage to the city without even eliminating all traces of your creation and bear even socialized and murdered humans. This is a criminal offence of the gamey order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The laws of Jehovah mean cipher to me. Your king is a apathetic gull, at least I do goodness in this worldly concern. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"offence"of mine, so either he truly doesn't guardianship about world or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a hopeful flash of twinkle from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his traction. The hold was of twisted gold telegram with a crimson pommel, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to look like a pair of Angel offstage, and the leaf blade was sterling silver medal but stronger than steel.

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the city, with a marble-sized sphere of dark energy crackling at the tip of the pincer of his index finger."Then I'll flame a nighttime beat straight into the urban center and obliterate the adjacent three miles of buildings."

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

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

Michael glared at Baltoh for various seconds before turning around."The following time I see you, I will not waver to cut you down,"he warned before spreading his flank and flying away.



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern bass below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hounds. Whimpering in fear and infliction was a daughter at his feet, XVIII years old with auburn hair and picket skin. She had her deal wrapped around her mortise joint, trying to stop the bleeding from her lop Achilles tendon. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep on her from running, and he had threatened to cut off her hands if she tried to creep away.

The sadistic wildcat had recovered from his engagement with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless person people. In battlefront of him, a small flare of red light popped about two meters above the ground and held its form as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like full stop protruded from the side. The sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony point to unwrap itself. The two claws pushed against the slope of the sphere in opposite focusing, slowly stretching it into a 2-dimensional curtain, less than a foot long, and slowly showing more than of their real sizing. As the blob-like drape was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the fiery astuteness of the small manifestation, latching themselves onto the sharpness of realness and pushing it, basically clamping onto the buck boundary line between Earth and Hell itself.

At a metre in diameter, the Interior of the fiery drapery seemingly fell away, revealing a burning at the stake tunnel with black fog pouring out. The claws that were hooked around the edges of the portal were the size of corner logarithm, and with each open space that formed by stretching the portal, another hook would hit out and latch onto the edge, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven metrical foot in diameter, a Demon leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breath. The daemon looked remarkably standardised to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle body and characteristics, only he didn't have hair and his twisted horns were more like the horns of a pig than a Capricorn the Goat like Abaddon. Like the Demon, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armour home plate and had a metal shackle on each wrist.

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

"I received no helper, Rimmon. I don't see why I should 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 growling."Now you listen to me, your job is to keep that traitor off my rachis. 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 forked natural language at Abaddon's tincture."So lost. I know what my edict are ; you don't have to cue me. But in order to do that, I need to know that you are following your orders as well. Why in the darkness overlord's gens have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human host yet ? !"

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

"wellspring have you at least peck your target ?"

"I've only seen a few humans that would help as proficient hosts for our plans, but we don't need too many important masses. 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.

"custody on, I don't want us to bulge this mission on the incorrect 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 toss coat. Rimmon caught her by the wrist and grinned, taking great pleasance in the way she cried as he dug his pincer into her soft flesh.

"These aliveness man are so much Sir Thomas More pure and intolerant to ail than the prisoners in hell, their wow of agony and humiliation are like medicine. Torturing this one lady friend will throw you as much get-up-and-go as eating five. She's a picayune endowment to help you retrieve some strength."

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

"I'm going to go feel 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 base. The scare sobbing victim desperately tried to crawl away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonizing screech as Rimmon slashed her across the binding with his hook, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

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

Rimmon gave a barbarous laugh and crouched down over her, grabbing her pilus and pulling her oral sex back."You will die, but when I'm through with you, you'll be begging for demise,"he hissed in her ear before licking the snag off her boldness with his long forked knife.

The girl gave another painful thigh-slapper as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her doll and panties. Her lily-white arse was now wet with rake from five abstruse slash. Wrapping his tail end around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her workforce and human knee as he removed his rooster, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the mordacious headland of his spiny cock pressed against the unaffected lips of her pussy. Grabbing her by the articulatio coxae and digging into her bod with his chela, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a 1 cruel shove.

As the serrated Phallus tore through the girl's Virgin cunt and completely shredded her maidenhead, she screamed so loud in infliction and humiliation that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoying instead of delight. Rimmon groaned in evil bliss as he let his cock become accustomed to the softness of the woman's cunt. origin was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human spine, Rimmon's dick had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an objective of that size moving through such a minuscule and soused opening is like using a jackhammer for a surgical section, and she had basically just experienced giving giving birth to a skinny full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental song of what was passing through the female child's mind as that happened and of the billet, and it's toilsome to decide whether the genial pain in the neck was the greatest or forcible pain.

Licking his lip, 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 pass and ridges scraping against the bleeding cuts. The dribble of stemma turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped helping hand and drank it like it was elixir of eternal youth. With his grip on his twisting slave tightened, Rimmon forced his putz back into her brutalized pussy. This time, the young woman did not pipe up in agony or humiliation, as she was too busy vomiting from them. The pain and mental scarring was so intense that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girl's snatch was nice and loose ( or ripped clear like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and Forth River, pumping her with his bulging phallus. The girl was facedown in the puddle of her puke, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable torture that was burning inside her from the waist. The only way she could discover the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chain saw, and in her mind, the tormenting thought process of her dispatch kin, her slip virginity, her defiled purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her keep down naked hemorrhage body played like a horror picture that she could not calculate away from.

The torture victim's only relief came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the incredible blood loss was making her unrestrained, and that her entire lower body had been so heavily damaged that her nerve were only one-half functioning.

After twenty minutes of the savage torture, Rimmon finally pulled out of his young dupe, who was nearly catatonic. The woman's pussy was far beyond gaping, as the Brassica napus had been so brutal and tough that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her open, and shredded the chassis inside like grass under a weed whopper. Her kitty 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 mouth open, her eyes glazed over, and her mind almost completely shut down.

sensing life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair over to him and forced his peter into her lenient back talk. As if woken up from a bad ambition, the little girl suddenly became wild and tried to push the Demon away, but could not free herself or remove the phallus that was completely filling her pharynx. She gagged and screamed as the hurting from her injuries came back, prompting her to switch up with Rimmon's gumshoe still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an angry Leo as he finally came, launching almost half a dry pint of come into the young lady's gorge. The brutalized little girl gave one concluding screeching as the acidic slime began to burn through her vocal cord, but quickly became understood as her arterial blood vessel and spinal anaesthesia cord were the side by side to go. With her head being severed from her trunk, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the vomit off his tool, chuckling to himself as he tried to intend back to the last metre he had such a slap-up fuck. Redressing in the roman type soldier-like annulus of armor crustal plate that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some short citizenry and a few living ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was strong and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its force and prestige even as spate over was brought through its day-by-day nascence. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the rapacity that had bankrupted the country. Their call doubled in intensity and endeavour as the stockbrokers CEO rolled by in the book binding of their limousine, tired from a long day of treasure hunting.

No one paid any attention to the still man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his hand. What the great unwashed didn't see was the rag sticking out of the nozzle. The man stepped up to the piquet origin set up by police, gazing at the railcar passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soul growled as it saw the perfect target.

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

Giving up on being able to light his cigar, he closed the naught, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a cover of liquidity flame across the surface of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man's dying was not necessary. The street was already erupting into perfect bedlam as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating hoi polloi at random.



A possessed moneyed man of affairs stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic nervus facialis vellication as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the man body. With his suitcase in mitt, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the Captain James Cook tried to calm her down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the bill for his lunch. No tip had been left arse, only a Federal Reserve note saying that handmaid should learn to lend food faster.

It was a small motion, one that really cause any impairment. But already, impression of the note were being spread across the Internet and igniting massive hell of anger and rancour. alike notes were being left across the city as the hate grew like thorny vines.



The damp night was filled with the sound of atomiser paint as possessed men and women scrawled huge messages on populace surfaces in crimson. The refinement of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a line splatter. The messages were things like ‘ GOD hatred FAGS ’, ‘ PRAISE ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR Old Ironsides ’, ‘ IT'S THE Edward D. White HOUSE, NOT THE NIGGER sign ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the city with the rising sun as multitude would walk to their railroad car and find that their tires had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the target of this malicious mischief, both democrat and republicans. As the great unwashed struggled to get to wreak, the immense cascade of offensive content that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by heroic street cleaner, trying to wipe off them before the hatred spread.



Selene came to a stop in the hallway of her role, having caught the sound of a fearful conversation in the break room. With her hand on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two cleaning lady talked in still phonation by the fridge.

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

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

"I just heard it now on the wireless. constabulary were called over the audio of screaming coming from the daycare center, and when they arrived, one-half of the children were dead and the other half were missing !"

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

"Blood covered the bulwark and almost all of the tyke showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police are tearing the metropolis apart to incur the children that were taken ! I can't even opine what they've been forced to stomach, those poor kids !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in battlefront of metropolis residence, with people praying for the condom of the taken children and mourning their horrible deaths. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the forces at workplace, the people prayed while the ogre and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with adequate intensity to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled cadaver of the snatch youngster. Already a large pool of ancestry was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered eubstance. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of scourge, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two large wooden hybrid on the Gargoyle's backs, each more than than twice as large as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the ground with enough personnel to shatter the paving material, and even though the colossus crosses were only laying on them like fallen trees, they could not sneak so much as a finger, as the gravitation acting on their dead body had been multiplied to the decimal point where their unholy bones were about to snap.

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



The mayor of New House of York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot optic. 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 single picture or picture of it could be found, which was as occult as the geyser itself.

A knock on the door drew his care and one of his aides stepped in, trying to help screen the mess out."Mr. mayor, you're going to want to come see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several employees of the metropolis Radclyffe Hall that were working through the night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police military officer, were standing around a van-sized plenty of bed sheet of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

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

Once of the police police officer picked one of the canvas and held it to the Light Within of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a upright looking at it."It's an American flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of City Hall, completely undetectable by the humans, Abaddon gave a deep laugh as he held out his deal. With a snap of his digit, the entire peck was consumed by ardour, forcing everyone to derail back out of fear, watching as the flags burned.



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



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

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

A shadow shifted across her face, causing her to open her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his backstage extended outside and his rump curling and swishing behind him."in force morning,"he said with no saying.

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

"I wanted to jibe in on you. I haven't been so bemused with my hunt that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to make for sure you weren't in peril or anything."

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

Selene was wearing nothing but a black thong and a matching bra that was struggling to hold in her full breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her au naturel body, Baltoh could find a very strong signified of stimulation as he gazed at her slender yet luxurious figure. As usual, the strength of these look of attractive feature welling up within him was rivaled only by the forte of his oddity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his rousing, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her chest of drawers. Deciding to tantalize him, she bent down at a most 90º Angle to pull a couplet of jeans out of the lour drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel hybrid a jaw-dropping purview of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shoal as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stripper well to dishonour and could bounce a quarter across the way. Her calamitous lacing G-string was nestled between the two impertinence like a duration of telegram and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the crossbreed's eyes travel across every column inch of her cinnamon-shade tegument, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her infantry into a couple of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the dungaree with the sash being dragged tightly against the back of her legs, the way a remains statue maker would drag a bowed stringed instrument across her universe in progress to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her denim tightly against the back of her second joint with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to cream his backtalk and prevent his composure as his rushing rakehell began to lucubrate his cock.

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

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

Baltoh instantly felt his cock hustle as her breasts seemed to expatiate with the parallel elevation of her arms."So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The white tank car top came down over her breasts, restoring his self-control. Selene swung her head from side to side, straightening out her long hair."well-chosen ?"she asked with a wry smile.

Baltoh did not respond. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the door."Come on in before someone calls the law about a man with a tail and four wings watching people from their ardour escape."

While it wasn't a grinning, Baltoh's face lightened and he stepped into the room, first retracting his wing back into his body and wrapping his recollective tail 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 halo doesn't burn down my apartment."

"Don't trouble, the aureole is mostly just a symbolic illusion of my Angelica Archangelica position. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the world around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of lighter, see ?"

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

"So tell me, do you have any retentiveness of the people that you once were ? You seem to understand cultural cite just ok,"she asked while setting up the chocolate Godhead.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her flat and looked at everything on the wall and ledge."I do, but not as many as you think. By the clock time souls in Hell crumble to dust, they've already undergone so much distortion that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. nigh of the memories I get are of hoi polloi's shape in their daily lifespan, like their understandings and views of their culture. While I don't remember ever meeting a doctor or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this Earth comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth tens of K of times to elude from hellhole when I am overpower and death is almost guaranteed. opposite to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the solid food chain."

"fountainhead what personal retentiveness do you have ?"she asked, taking two mugs out of one of her kitchen console while the java pot slowly began to fill.

"I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to tear down the city of Troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th one C France and decapitation 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 to a greater extent than a few decades old."She inquired.

"sentence in Hell move at a much faster pace than in the human world, a single day here is an total year there. It's hard to tell just how old I am as pit 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 dim theme, but I'm peculiar. coffee berry ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or drink. fiend and Gargoyles can eat human flesh in monastic order to retrieve their specialty, but angel and Angelica Archangelica do not expect sustenance. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because goose egg ever passes through our systems.

hell on earth is actually rather small. The universe of it is just as large as this one but the gens ‘ pit'denotes both the entire realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and satanic spirits is a I planet in discharge blank. 95 % of the satellite Hell covered by a sea of ardour that burns for all timelessness, but there is a place known as the isle of the Damned. It's the only landmass in all of blaze so it's the only place with but house physician, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where virtually of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of zona, which each zona corresponding to a unlike kind of captive and different sort of punishment. The geographical zone are divided up not only by the heptad Deadly Sin, but by early factors and geographical factors. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing distortion and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is zippo that can relinquish them of their bother. I consider myself lucky that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in Hell, organism with Angel or Demon energy are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the same opposite over and over again."

"So I imagine it's full-of-the-moon of criminals ?"

"Generally, but there are also the victims of consideration and those who meant to do good. Suicide victim, grinder that have committed execution to take justice, and even people who committed law-breaking completely by stroke. Unfortunately, the majority of the mass in snake pit are there only because of low misdemeanor that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins."

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

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

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

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

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

"I do screw that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the scenes of these disturbances and I always find the deliquium scent of evil. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humans and using them to promote tension and cause pandemonium, though it has already gained momentum and no long requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the word, but a adult female just threw a bally bottle of gasoline into a mosque while it was full of citizenry. I got there moments after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no remorse in taking her life. It's being seen everywhere : religious fanatic are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced horizon ( I'll probably kill them later ), new objection grouping are starting and they are patrolling the urban center with political signs, and I've already found three short bodies."

Selene stirred uncomfortably at the citation of slaying."Are you really will to kill that easily ?"

sensing her disquiet, Baltoh looked at her in the niche of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial murderer that takes the lives of innocent people. My name means"righteousness"in the language of heaven and I was born from the hate of evilness of millions of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause harm and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the worrying they inflict and bring the justice that must prevail. hatred is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its route, but my hatred is like hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

Selene regained her smile and her heart were filled with appreciation, sparkling like gems so beautifully that Baltoh could not await away from them.

"To be honest, I have no clue what the devil are up to. I don't know if they're causing this chaos because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their motion while they bring some plan to realisation. I can't track them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their powers with enough energy for me to sense or their human legion are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't witness them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to wait, wait for one of them to give away themselves or wait until I can describe a possible pattern and predict where they will scratch so that I can beguile them."

He then walked back over to the island mesa and leaned over it, looking in genus Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a intuitive feeling that things are going to uphold to escalate. These routine of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the fiend'influence, and this fire is just going to proceed growing unless I can stop them. If I can't find them soon and thing go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New York until I can get the office under control."

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

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

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

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

Selene laughed."My parents still prevent my old bedroom wax of my prize, not to mention accolade from other school groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance preparation, mutant, schooltime clubs, and a social lifespan. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the unassailable and better I became. I was like a tongue ; no matter how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's smile grew smaller, but did not disappear."I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, individual interesting enough. I've had twain young man in my life, but as you can see, they didn't last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could spend my life trying to mount like a drop-off face or translate like a rule book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her mentum resting on her custody."I wish I could deliver these head. You've spent your wholly spirit fighting in the quarry of Hell which means you haven't lived like a regular someone, and I don't want to ask about the lives that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so foreign,"she huffed, while maintaining her minor smile.

Baltoh rested his chin on his hands the Lapplander way, looking into her oculus."What I was or what made she who I am should not count, only who I am now should count. You don't need a retiring to have a time to come, 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 someone in your future."

"Unlikely."

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

After the words passed her sass, the human and the hybrid both became still, staring into each former's eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in growth of measurement so small that they were barely seeable. As their faces approached, their lips 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 squeeze of maladroitness around their chests.

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

As he turned around, about to suit intangible and strait through the bulwark, Selene spoke."Baltoh, remove your time. You've piqued my interest, so don't think you're leaving any metre soon."

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the paries and horizontal surface of the edifice and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the ardor escape of the building across the street. His weaponry were crossed and he had a dark grin.

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



Selene and mollie were sitting on a judiciary in the parkland, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the background, the sounds of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the commons itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the paving material sea was bustling with people, all trying to love the nice weather before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

Selene glared at her with invisible dagger shooting from her eyes, but no topic how tough she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of remembering in her idea, and those memories were beginning to make her aroused. Already she could feel her snatch dampening and her soundbox temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resolve to finally break and a flashback to inundate her mind…



Dec 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the cubicle labyrinth with a half-full plastic cup and a prominent stagger. This was the last meter they would allow liquor, and for soundly reason. The business office political party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the evening and genus Selene had probably the highest. Bored and more than than drunk to make up one's mind to bulge out photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around nigh of the building, but there was one topographic point she had not checked.

genus Selene pressed her ear against Mr. beating-reed instrument's office room access, hoping she wouldn't hear her protagonist getting a mustache ride from their ugly gaffer. She did not hear the moan or flesh clapping of two multitude having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but easy whine of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the doorway and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her genus Bos'chairman, her blouse open with her arms across her bare tit, her thong and skirt on the flooring, and a vibrator being worked between her peg ( but do to the desk blocking her from the shank down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"Molly, what are you doing ?"Selene asked in lazy interest. The bosomy blonde nearly jumped out of the chair.

"Selene, close the door !"

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

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

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

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

Selene was silent, letting her eyes wander around the part before inevitably coming back to her void cup.

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

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

Crossing her leg, genus Selene sat down on the flooring like a preschooler at story time. Molly spread her legs and only now did Selene appear a shred skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

mollie handed her the vibrator."I just involve you to forge this in me, just like a fuck political machine. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a unsubdivided favor, like helping me pigment my kitchen. Just help me get off, it's not like I'll Tell anybody about this. add up on, you would help me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but volition, genus Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger finger and thumb. She looked back and forth at the toy and the spread back talk of her friend's twat, athirst 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 favour for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into mollie. The blonde wino instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silklike flesh of her moist interior. The speech sound of the sexual call made Selene excited and unquiet, but she proceeded to move the toy back and Forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a piston in mollie, the sweet succus of her bit ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's finger's breadth. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her manpower, she could feel herself beginning to love the act as well. The deform expression of pleasance on Molly's beautiful expression, the shift and jiggling of her breasts as her body trembled and she pinched her pap, her monotonic stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her anele vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the sweet olfactory sensation of her friend's pussy was making her soundbox tremble with heat and excitement. True, she had never felt any kind of attraction to women, at to the lowest degree no more than a slight curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a mite or arousal when Molly bent over to pick something up or was showing a particularly plentiful amount of cleavage. Selene often found her gaze wandering when mollie was around, stirring her instinctive wonder. And she had to admit that the symphony orchestra of Molly's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a dyad instant, she held the vibrator tightly with her entire hand and was working it in her friend with rapid speed, making Molly holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

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

"Of course of study, I am delicious !"

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

Selene's whole body became rigid as the phallic toy was forced into her back talk against the back of her pharynx, nearly making her vomitus from the sin of her friend's flavor. She tried to deplumate away, but molly was holding her shoulder and making her to sop up it. mollie truly was a magisterial drunk, but even with tears rolling down her aspect from the punishment of her throat, Selene was too drunk to feel anything but joy at the delectable oil from molly's pussy.

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

"deprivation some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a grinning, mollie got down on her knees and began working the dildo in her cunt, slathering it in her juice. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side while genus Selene licked the other, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blonde's essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another level of fluid, then held it up and the two cleaning woman began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their clapper began to get together. At first it was the little inadvertent touches, then train of saliva could be seen stretched between their sassing, 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 vibe of pleasure between her peg to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their lip salivating from the hotness they were feeling. With a smile, mollie put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on Selene's shoulders, she laid her friend back on the storey and held herself over her, wearing null but her high heels.

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

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

Supporting herself with one hand, Molly pulled off Selene's dame and panties with the former, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her finger's breadth into Selene, making her groan in pleasure through their sempiternal osculation. Both women began moving as mirror images, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a double helix. After a minute of kissing, Molly sat up and unmake Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jugs burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past Selene's headspring and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's bosom in line of products with their faces.

"Come on, suck on them,"molly said coyly as her vertical nipples hung just in above Selene's face.

Curious, slavish, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around Molly's pap, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in physical bliss, but in the knowledge that she had deform Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to reap the welfare. Molly lowered her promontory and painted genus Selene's areola with her tongue, taking incredible expiation in the taste and feel of her indulgent flesh.

For several minutes, the two cleaning lady sucked on each former's titmouse like leaches, practically leaving zit on their pointing teat. With a coy grinning, Molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her unadulterated ass above Selene's face.

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

First pulling her longsighted blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her grimace and slid her natural language through the sloppy entrance to her slit, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the go-ahead, Selene raised her head and buried her boldness in molly's staring ass. Having never done such a thing before, genus Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old swain had done to please her as molly's still ass buttock were clenched against the face of her grimace. Molly gave the same moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two women into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussy, molly purred and hummed from the discernment alone as she sucked up every delicious drop curtain of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the poisonous substance from a snake raciness. Beneath her, genus Selene was becoming Thomas More and more customary and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her natural language inside her supporter the same way that molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking huge amount of delight in not just the look of the hot wet cunt resting on her face, but the kinky agitation making her unit physical structure buzz at the softness of those delectable pussy lips and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her aphrodisiacal friend.

With a smile, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into genus Selene, making her groan through mollie's ass. She turned on the toy, making it escape from and growl in genus Selene and using it to quarter forth more puss juice to drink up. The office was filled with the sounds of the char's moans of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's vegetable oil. Licking her smiling sass, molly got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene's aspect so that she was almost completely hide out between her acquaintance's curvaceous ass nerve. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in Selene and making her feast her legs wide, pointing her high heels at the ceiling.

"That's powerful, dear. Lick my cunt,"Molly purred as she ran her tongue up Selene's legato leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.

Beneath her, genus Selene was desperately trying to catch her breath between slurps, but Molly's naked physique was covering her brass every indorsement. mollie finally moved, letting genus Selene finally get a lungful of novel air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her snatch and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene's face back between her strengthen ass.

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

Selene obeyed with horny exhilaration, pushing her lingua as far into Molly's mother fucker as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of promised land. Molly gripped her breasts until the blench tegument turned garden pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the attender moist figure. drunkard as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her endocrine were screaming that it was addictively delicious and her massage kitty rim wanted the pleasure to never end, not to mention that mollie's delicate smooth ass felt amazing on the side of her brass. Her dedicated try were driving molly insane in ecstasy, making her wantonness her knocker and instead rub her kitty frantically, soaking her fingers in her juices before sucking on them.

After almost five minute of arc, Molly finally got off of Selene and quickly turn away down, licking her face clean like a dog licking a marked-up plateful. genus Selene had a drunken grinning on her grimace as molly's tongue ran up her face.

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

Molly grinned in foreplay and lied back on the floor, desperate for a bit course of instruction of luscious twat. genus Selene moved up over mollie's face, but in the reverse instruction when their role had been different. She lowered herself onto molly, pinning her down and making her lick her kitty-cat. The second molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater air pressure on her tender rim as Molly's spit worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible joy being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling Molly's breast, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a diminished screen background feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the total mildness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catmint.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's essence, molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its introduction, Molly nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the intuitive feeling of the toy shaking every single centimeter of moist flesh in her snatch and the soft delectability of Selene was almost Sir Thomas More than she could palm. Before long, Selene craved more from mollie ; she wanted to experience what her booster had experienced. She changed her posture, getting on all four with her nipples pointing at the roof. Molly took the substance and practically plunge into genus Selene's blotto son of a bitch, flirting her clapper in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so unspoiled. go along trouncing, celebrate licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her twat and hungrily licked up the juice, while trying not to accrue off Balance.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against Molly's face while the blond nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her son of a bitch. Before long, Selene's second joint were burning like furnaces and she had to dismount molly's jiggling tongue. Like molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her supporter's face like an ice cream cone.

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so molly took the first step. Nearly scraping Selene with her high heels in her excitement, Molly interlocked the two charwoman's leg. Very gently, the smooth brim of their pussies kissed, making the fair sex purr in kinky pleasure.

"Now grind against me, the harder the effective,"molly said before leaning forward and giving genus Selene a cushy kiss.

grin and licking their lips, the two beauties began rubbing against each early, letting their kitty rim aggressively snog and smother each other over and over again. Their groan reached new levels of intensity and quality as the softness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their glassy smoothen organic structure as their thighs clapped against each other over and over again and their sassing seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their consistence moved in rhythm, they each reached out and massaged each other's breasts, rubbing their palm against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several min until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their kitty were as soaked as lulu sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juice, without ever breaking their wet candy kiss. The two women lied back, panting like hound in the summer from their travail. Their bodies were both covered in a glistening moving-picture show of sweat, saliva, and vaginal succus, catching the light and illuminating their epicurean curves.

contracting her breathing space first, Molly sat up and swathed her handwriting in the wet mixture between their twat 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 spit. She continued to make a motion up, licking the stew off Selene's red-hot breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the interior of her oral fissure. The sensual kiss revived Selene, and she could finally palpate the issue 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 naked body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

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



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

genus Selene didn't reply, only blushed in chafe and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn't taken her yearn after the party to remember everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for genus Selene. mollie felt no ruefulness and occasionally tried to spill the beans Selene into another sexy whirl, and while Selene always said no, she could not ignore that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her fingers between her legs, Selene often found that her best sexual climax when memories of eating out molly slipped into her fantasies. If she were completely good, she would say that being with a woman was one of the greatest new experiences in her liveliness, one of her personal deary"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why Selene forgave molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained topper booster. As much as she denied it, in her subconscious, the just reason why she never took Molly up on her intimate offers was because she didn't want to complicate their friendship any advance. Though as the retention flashed through her head, 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 arousal with greater loudness, Selene stood up and walked off.



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the day care center from which they had killed half of the baby and taken the rest to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, notation, and picture of the deadened and missing nestling, while the street was covered in chicken feed and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a travesty could fill position and what kind of worldly concern their shaver were living on. The street was completely vacuous, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their bodies invisible to keep the light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his mitt as if he were a dumb show and licked his sass."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and rage that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the children was a impertinent relocation, as now the humans of this city are stuffy to rioting from fear for themselves and their love ones and anger that this was allowed to go on. I don't know which is more delectable, the frame and blood of those 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 happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human world. However, with my big businessman at its maximum level and this city acting as the perfect breeding footing of malice and suffering, the solitary way the variables could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a unsaved interment ground while torturing a few delicious mankind,"he replied with an vicious smiling, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his forked tongue.

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

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

Regaining his grin, Abaddon crouched down and held out a midget sever hand."The blood of a child, for a short excess circumstances,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a minor red puddle on the ground.

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

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

Spreading his backstage, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the source of the dark king levels he was sensing.



A ululation wind blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the scrap in the street as well as the commemoration composition set on the sidewalk. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten metrical unit in diameter with the two Demons at the very edge. Negroid lightning crackled above the tissue layer and a large shadow could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

Rimmon quickly turned around as Baltoh landed a century invertebrate foot away, steel in hand.

"Great, another one,"the cross muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten backer appeared. The men and womanhood were dressed in Edward White Thelonious Sphere Monk robes and looked to be in their early thirties.

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

"I'm not trusted if my portion just increased or decreased. Either way, this will bear witness to be an concern fight."He cackled, holding out his branch to his side. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his wrist joint as two blades of black sword burst out of the backs of his men, parallel with his arms and each protruding More than a metrical unit past his fingertips.

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

With a swing music of his blade, he signaled the start of the combat and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their great power to muster up a repairing barrier around the area. Normally it would comprehend only about a hundred feet, but in this case, the illusionary bonce had a spoke of a full kilometer.

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

A colossal focused ray of Demon energy erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his mitt, shaking the surrounding edifice as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a conflict cry, Michael raised his blade and used it to cut through the good time. The defense brought him to a bushed stop, but with his blade, he was able to split the beam and half and deflect them.

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the dispersion blow, but with the angel working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the gust, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the crossbreed delivered a devastating kick to the Demon's gut, knocking him through the air like a Harlan Fiske Stone being skipped across piss. He flew over the flaming tissue layer that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the construction crumbling down like a theater of cards.

Before Baltoh could assault Abaddon and block off the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal twinge. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his claws and was about to counter with a shot from his stinger-like tooshie, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his king in a devastating spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could unite, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of black fire, slamming into them with more superpower than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. thick clouds of dust and locoweed billowed from the building that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the total darkness flame.

With a powerful tizzy of his extension, Rimmon zoomed across the path of end and into the debris swarm, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his leaf blade. An invisible shockwave suddenly cleared the dust cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the ogre's steel with their swords.

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

The entire street was lit up as a wide but centre golden laser surged from the tip of his nipper, consuming the Demon as the equal and reverse of the Dark impulse spell. But just as the patch began, Baltoh's care was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his ogre flank. Sparks flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the cross could revenge, Michael placed his hand on his foe's wing and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ Angel Falls Art : holy big H Roar !'

In a blinding flashgun, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an burst on par with that of a stinger missile. Wrapped in weed and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the corner of the construction adjacent door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could hand over another attack, Rimmon opened up his protective offstage cocoon and lashed out, delivering a virgule across Michael's chest and sending a splatter of pedigree across the wreckage of the construction around them.

"saint Art : Divine Smite !"Baltoh roared, swooping straight down and plunging his sword into the footing between the garden angelica and Demon.

In a split indorsement, the integral city block was riddled with shining glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a fortunate plosion, so sinewy that it shook the urban center of New York and formed a mushroom swarm. At the edge of the plosion, Abaddon struggled to retain his focus on the summoning ritual while the ten Angel that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in elbow grease from trying to restrain the roadblock from shattering under the combined power of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing plume sowed onto the front of her pocketbook, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising power levels. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every fiber of her being wanted to go line up him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and be him a fight. She just had to wait 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 helping hand.

Looping his finger around his annulus, he pulled his arm down with a 12 copies of the annulus of gold sparkle, all intertwined with a lightning-like electric cord. With a boom, he swung his arm and sent the aureole flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the ringing of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and crossbreed.

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ devil Art : Fe party whip !'Rimmon called.

Stretching like rubber, his tail extended to several times its own duration and gained a metallic durability while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his tail wildly, Rimmon deflected the gloriole, sending them down into the city. The mob of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut holes 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 edifice. The angel that Michael had brought with him had been forced to act the barrier to keep the battle from destroying the metropolis, and had even called in reenforcement to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the memories of hoi polloi in the field and resort the damage. Already, the backer had removed half of the people in the area, and none of them would recall a thing. Not in a hundred geezerhood had so many saint been called from Heaven to suppress such a high level of destruction.

Before Michael could plunge another attack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downwards cleave of his brand. With his master mogul, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the terra firma with the edges of their sword screaming from the friction. Keeping Michael down with one hand, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his digit at him."angel Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A abstruse crack boxed everyone's ears as a channel deadbolt of favourable push was launched from his fingerbreadth, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight direction. It was not true electric lightning, but it had similar speed and power.

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

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

"Angel Art : enlightenment newsflash !"

In a blinding display of radiance, every feather on Michael's fender lit up like a illumination 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 wings, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael's expected stab. Just like before, the blade bounced off the airfoil of his annex with little more than a transient cascade of sparks.

Baltoh opened his wings once the ignitor faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no meter to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the midriff of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an seism, the street opened up like a blossoming efflorescence into a deeply crater and every window in the field was reduced to glaze over powder, filling the air like debris. Michael's optic rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness from the pain of the impact, but such a reversal would only ping him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, desperate to realize a lethal tap. Without any elbow grease, he swung his sword and knocked the vane aside the instant the Demon came in his range, then in a bingle fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful kick to the demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small volcanic crater forming every time he touched the ground.

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

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retirement to avoid the flack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred meter away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Angelica Archangelica's slice with his bare hand. Like the rope of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's butt snapped around Michael's ankle, and with supernatural strength, he flung the garden angelica towards the incline. Michael crashed into the nominal head of the Chrysler edifice and drilled a golf hole straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the pillar. Regaining Libra the Balance in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a duet of rapid-fire shotguns full of birdshot, his wings began launching hundreds of feathering each endorse, with each one glowing with a white aura and packing more power than a .50 armor-piercing clout. With a tranquillize expression on his font, Baltoh began swinging his steel with impossible stop number, moving his arm so fast that his move were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide deluge of sparks flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every unmarried feathering that would have struck him. The eternal sleep of the arrow peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the pavement and soil with head-sized craters and kicking up swarm of debris and smoke.

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

Bringing down his mitt diagonally like the sword of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five sword of free energy from his nipper, razor thin and faster than lightning. In a unmarried moment, five lines appeared on everything within the planar woodworking plane of his slash. Cut by the fiend's attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the full top-third of the building slid cleanly off the diagonal cut mark, with Baltoh rightfulness in its route.

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

Moving so fast that he was invisible, Michael flew down to the street at super amphetamine, seemingly teleporting down to the solid ground, a one C meters 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 tower careening uncoiled towards his position, they shouted their spells.

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

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

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

Balling his hands into clenched fist, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic roaring that was louder than a jet engine. Carried by his vocalization, an expanding bubble of Edward Douglas White Jr. and black might rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the foremost microseconds of a nuclear burst. Both eruption splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock, while the Chrysler construction was instantly vaporized upon tangency with the control surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to flee for his life sentence as the bubble-explosion continued to raise, reaching a knot in radius alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn't as lucky and the explosion slammed into him like a fire avalanche, peeling away his human body and consuming him.

The angel manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their knees trying to keep the plosion contained and unnoticed to the outside world, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the total city of New York with unparalleled potency, shattering thou of windows, knocking people off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping power lines to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing construction throughout the city to shake up 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 atmosphere. Already, the one C of Angels that had arrived to the city, as well as hundreds more arriving from promised land at that very moment, were using their ability to recreate the area as it had been before the engagement, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman velocity, they put back all of the evacuated people in the accurate same positions that they had been in before, each one unconscious mind and unharmed, removed any storage of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a familiar signified of apprehension scene through his mind like an electric car current. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon's major power, as well as the power of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.

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



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's unfathomable power snuff out Rimmon's beingness, killing him or at to the lowest degree wounding him so badly that he was now on death's threshold."tinker's dam it, that cocky shit went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angel still around, I'll really call for to work on to get some reinforcements."

He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the flaming of netherworld burning without suppression."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the human race of the living. This Horror obelisk shall beckon the end of the world."

From the tractor trailer permeable portal to hell, a dark object rose up in the street like the script of a zombie bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave. The object was a pillar, ten understructure in diameter and xl base in height, made of calcareous obsidian and covered in blood-red symbols. The base of the column was adorned with carvings of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style tissue bed of different pearl and limbs. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle face was carved in each side, all with the precise like expression. The top of the tower consisted of five prospicient talons, all converging on one point, above the very plaza of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting sound began to give forth from the obelisk, with multiple deep vocalism murmuring curses in Hellscript. The dagger began to shimmer with a dark-violet freshness and the chanting grew in volume. Above the city, shadow violent storm clouds formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapours. Throughout the metropolis, everything began to shimmer in appearing, with their colour and shapes and seemingly flex and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending ripples through realism itself. While the people of New House of York did not see the affects of this inauspicious oppression, masses throughout the urban center began to feel sick to their stomachs and lightheaded, as the dark malevolency of the artifact poisoned their idea like a toxic miasma.

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



Baltoh stood before the dagger with his teeth bared and his hands balled into fists so tightly that rip trickled from his cut ribbon. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his Demon side, making it difficult to suppress his violent urge. He despised these artifact for their by artificial means powerful influence, not to bring up he found their mindless wickedness highly disturbing.

"How the the pits was one of these summoned to the world of the keep ? Only Archangels should accept to ability to use their spell in different realms."

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

She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with cold elbow grease 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 hold back until you were done fighting before I finally came to regain you, I wanted to make indisputable you weren't hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her voice fallible and her eyes closed.

Being so close to the obelisk was taking a heavy cost on her body, so much so that she could barely outride on her groundwork. Baltoh gained one of his rarefied smiles."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the aid,"he said, crouching down with genus Selene in his arms. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed hired man over her face."saint Art : Laying On Of custody. holy person Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid illumination were running through her vein, Selene's consistence began to radiate as the 1st tour repaired the affects of the dagger's metaphysical miasm and the mo spell wrapped her in a slim layer of holy energy, protecting her from any boost affects. Selene's eyes opened and she took a inscrutable shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"genus Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her oral sex, trying to remove the last touch of grogginess.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her veneration, Selene followed him."demon will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength hike, not to mention it energizes the evil intent of all the strong drink 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 tone the black hearts of the truly wickedness man residents of Hell to help oneself them unite together to take shape a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the homo existence, but just being here could repulse the the great unwashed of this city so unwarranted with rage and spitefulness that they could rip New House of York apart like a pack of rabid wolves."

All her lifespan, Selene had craved challenges, craved the flavor of fear at trying something new and exciting ; bungee jumping, sky-diving, spate climb, that sort of affair. But being so close to this cursed tower, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her untamed imaginativeness, and even while protected by Baltoh's tour, she felt like at any mo, something terrible was about to happen, or that the obelisk was alive and staring straight at her, like a successive killer before he makes his move. This stultify sense of dread and terror sent chill up her vertebral column and made her feeling like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking succour, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The link brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to take that holding Selene's hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just fault. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still have heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste. I can blast it with stark holy vim and try to obliterate it, but there will always be clay. No, there is a simpler and better way…"

Snapping his fingers, Baltoh opened up a hepatic portal vein to hellhole right beneath the towboat. Instantly, the obelisk fell through the portal as if it had been set on a freeze lake and the ice had broken under its weight. With another snap of his fingerbreadth, he closed his fingers, sealing the cursed artifact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, Angels and Archangels have the ability to enter and leave the three region at any time, even Hell."

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

"No, it just doesn't make signified. If they wanted to use it to increase their great power when they fought me, then that other daemon wouldn't have allowed the battle to locomote so far away, and if they had some early reason for it, such as to strengthen their Gargoyles or cause more havoc in this city, then I don't understand why they would just give up it or not hide it in a plaza where I might not be able to sense their action. They knew I would rule it, why would they go through all that exploit to summon it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that obelisk for no intellect former than the act itself."

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

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

He was cut off as a quick glint of light caught the nook 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 genus Selene. Realizing the monster's aim, Baltoh gave a angered roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed poop before it could strike Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an skittle alley after having just barely survived the blast that ended the conflict. Almost every column inch of outer flesh had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and burn vein, not to mention that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this woman ? ! You will repent for your Demon sins, and you will put up the most painful destruction that your misfortunate kind can experience ! holy man Art : last Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to sever his own backside so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a large white rood salvo out of the priming coat behind him, measuring twenty feet in acme and eight feet astray at the traverse. Rimmon released a hollering of affright as whiplash with man of scraggy metal braided into the strand wrapped around his limbs and torso and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless sinew in his skinless body. ineffective to move, Rimmon could do little more than howl as a three heavy nails materialized, the start two driving through his palms and the third base piercing his ankle joint and securing them to the side of the main irradiation. The final restraint came in the form of a top of sticker, which acted like a shackle around the ogre's head, tying him to the vertical radio beam of the cross with blood line running down his aspect. At least, a shaft blade appeared before him and was plunged into the fiend's breast, piercing his calamitous heart.

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

In roaring flash, a bonfire of golden flames flared up at the radical of the cross, reaching up and curling around the excruciation devil. Already bleeding to demise with a ruptured eye and no skin to address his mangled brawn, Rimmon gave one last ululation of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his consistence, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a minute of arc, Rimmon was reduced to nil but ash, and the Crucifixion frame-up all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his physical structure like blood from a fatal harm, 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 Thomas More becalm and collected. I don't know what happened."

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her lenient hand on his cheek. The ennoble signature and tender care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her bridge player calmed his body and removed the lastly tracing of pains from engagement. But while this sweet touch sent wave of cloud nine through his body, Baltoh felt a pond of veneration and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The nighttime was an unusually noisy one from Siren blaring in the setting as cops sped throughout the metropolis to answer vandalism and rape birdsong. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming Thomas More and more chaotic and the people were becoming more extreme with their scene, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, tower of smoke were wafting from two burning building. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some craze pro-lifers, and the former was a community gist where an anti-Obama right-wing rally was being held, before some youth democrats through in some pyrotechnic and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a iniquity street, devoid of lights or people. On the solid ground nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed quarter round into his hand, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the infliction to clear his mind of his confusing persuasion and tactile sensation for Selene and stay focused on the mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my life have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolution to defend and remove evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her muzzles my will and allow me unable to fight at my prime ? I should have been capable to kill Abaddon and that other Demon with a elasticity of my finger, Michael should receive been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my prey should have only taken one or two or three days at near. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hate, but why does every thought of her extinguish the flames in my somebody ?'

He held out his hired man, letting the blood trickle from the injury in his palm and drip on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his hand, the thoughts of Selene continued to swirl through his mind, leaving him just as confused as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a strange mavin zipped through his mind. It wasn't an rush in Demon 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 tell him if she was in peril so that he could find her and help her, but in all Lunaria annua, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his plumage that way. But he was sensing something now, enceinte physical action and a cascade of thoughts running through her intellect. If she had been attacked again, then the nisus on her body and judgment would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to kill her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

Spreading his offstage, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so a good deal strength and creating such a hefty shockwave that all of the auto in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her position, tracking his own energy signature in the plume he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her flat. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her household ? Was soul breaking into her flat ?

"holy man Art : Crusading lope !"

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



Baltoh landed on Selene's fire escape and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely indiscernible to any man, he stepped into her bedroom without the slightest physical disturbance. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the origin surge from his body and pond in his cock.

prevarication in her bed was Selene, completely bare and far from being asleep. Her right wing had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her pussy while she was using her left hand to hug and knead her tit, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the pillow succeeding to her and she was brushing her brass against the feather sown on the front like a cat against a furniture corner. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her digit, Selene would give a delicate coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the scene being forever printed in his retentivity. Watching Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the feathering against her typeface left Baltoh more confused and aroused than ever before in his life. Just the number 1 five seconds of looking at her had given him an erection that would put a human to shame.

Selene's easygoing coos turned into a easy moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her cunt to full insertion of her fingers. Moving her fingers in and out of her grab, genus Selene writhed and stretched with her whole body trembling in arousal. With her leftover handwriting, she began squeezing her breasts more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her finger faster and with more energy, sending wavelet through her fountainhead toned frame of reference as she fucked herself with greater speed. Her moans quickly began to increase in shrillness and mass and she even moved her left manus from her voiced breasts to the edge of the bed, holding on for dear sprightliness. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her hired man in her orgasmic juices. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her sable body. Baltoh's breathing was punishing as he watched her finally become calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard prick remained stronger than ever before.

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

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

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the plumage sown onto her pocketbook, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his dick. Due to him being originally born as a Demon ( a primal brute driven by animalistic instinct along with the spite of the retiring animation that made it ), he was quite busty but without any of the cactus-like ridgeline of a monster, due to his archangel torso. Being deliberate not to knick himself with his claws, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the var. that had built up in his body. It was a good thing that he was undetectable to soul, as every campaign of his hand made him grunt in relief.

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

Selene gave a gasping moan as she spread her pegleg and pushed the dildo into her swollen cunt, biting her lip as it filled her. Slowly moving her hand back and Forth, she probed her inside 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 pecker to the ken of Selene penetrating herself with the dildo.

"seminal fluid on sister, fuck me heavily,"genus Selene murmured to herself as she picked up speed, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed vigor.

She moved her mitt 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 infantry of the bed, still stroking his dick as he gazed at Selene's flawless ass and the dildo being plunged into her puss. He could barely contain himself, all of his confusion had been pushed aside, and now there was only intimate desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto 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 joint from her bedside table. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the middle of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the forepart of the mint, while tying both ends of the scarf to the sides of the headboard tightly, so that the stack of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come free.

Using the wad of pillows to create way 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 knee joint and began leaning back and away quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

Watching Selene's bountiful breasts swing and bounce each time she forced the toy into her swollen pussy, Baltoh could palpate an orgasm welling in his hammer, the first-class honours degree in his life history. Picking up stop number, he stroked his cock as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

Finally, Selene gave a loud moan as she had her final orgasm of the night and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after current of seed sprayed from the head of his cock and soaked the metrical foot of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and genus Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the stopgap apparatus and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside tabular array and the duplicate pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's relief, she didn't bear upon any of the seed that had landed on the foot of her bed, and just lied down underneath the top and closed her eyes.

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija board plug-in in the bell tugboat of the Riverside church service, made from the cutis from a woman's back with the bit and letters written in rakehell, and the disk for communication had been carved from the braincase of her unborn tiddler. Both had been a very delicious snack. The devil held his hand over the medium and black lightning began to stream from his palm.

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

Moving in erratic and spastic jerking, the disk began to transfer across the Ouija circuit board, spelling out the reply.

"savant Gargoyle spawning initiative and use them as decoys while More Demons are summoned. We can only open up one to a greater extent door before you are cut off permanently, stimulate it count,"the disk spelled out.

"Another matter, Baltoh seems to be involved with a homo woman, as he has been seen making haunt Chicago to the habitation of one Selene Kurland. His big businessman are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you have any purchase order or suggestions ?"

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

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



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the ardour escape of an office building. As usual, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this time, the intellection and emotions he was feeling were at their solid. Every time he blinked, the integral view of that beautiful womanhood pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his eyes. He already had a throbbing hard-on as he thought back to it, and in the deep confines of his mind, he felt gruelling ruefulness for not revealing himself that night, for not being give about his mien while he watched Selene, and letting the effect of the nighttime pealing 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 genial metamorphosis.

The way he saw it, he had two pick : he could either confront Selene and his confusing belief, or he could bide away from her, fetch up the deputation, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him spew with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just leave her, not physically or emotionally. He had to figure this out, or it would obsess him for the relief of eternity.

As he reached out with his mind to try and ascertain the plumage he had given genus Selene, a loud commotion began to work up in the screen background, drawing his attention.



Selene and Molly were sitting out in the sun at tabular array in front man of a cafe restaurant. Both were drinking ice coffees, and while mollie was having a plain salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom-shaped cloud soup for the 1st time. They often came here for lunch, and the conversation they were having was of the usual study, but it suddenly took a good turn that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been wrong ? You seem so distract and aloof lately. You appear to be daydreaming more than an ADD kid in maths course of study,"her friend remarked.

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

"All the time. But now that I'm an grownup, I've stopped writing making love letters that I never chain armour and now just put sweet batteries in my vibrator,"she said casually, making Selene choke coil on her soup.

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

"fountainhead talking about being a kid brought out my inside tike, and my inner child wanted to see if I could get you to shoot soup out our olfactory organ like Milk River. Right now, my inner minor and I are high-fiving in success,"molly bragged as she skewered several lettuce foliage with her crotch and dipped them in a puddle of salad dressing."So what's this guy's gens ?"

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

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

"wellspring he… he's kind of… How can I explain this ? He has a very narrow emotional chain but I think he's starting to spring up and warm up, and he's incredibly intelligent,"Selene described, trying to summarize her savvy of the hybrid.

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

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

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

"Then why did you play him up if you weren't going to do all of my questions ? ! Do you have any theme how desperate 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 prospicient he'll stoppage here and I don't really know how to talk to him about this."

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

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

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

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

Cutting through an alley, the two women crossed over to the next street, where a full-on battle between the police and a horde of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and aught could be heard but the dateless cry of fury and the strait of protest star sign striking riot cuticle. Already, the syndicalist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every dissent group were robbing the edifice along the street as well as just in the surface area, using the excitement as a cover song for their offense. Every second that passed brought more riot cops and even more protestors.

With diaphanous riot shields and black Kevlar cause, the officer were Thomas More than prophylactic against the protestors ; but it was the numeral that were forming a problem. The crease of cops was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each early in one direction. Those at the front of the cloud beat their signs and fists against the officers'shields, desperately trying to expose through and lastly as long as they could before being forced to withdraw, due to the pain of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the officer's club. With bleeding faces and fracture fingers, those that were unable to fight any longer tried to squeeze between the two tectonic collection plate that were the copper and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper atomizer. Many never made it out, and were forced to the ground where they fought to not get crushed to expiry. Every few minutes, a cop behind the roadblock would throw a teargas canister into the crowd, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

Selene and molly stood in the back street, neither one brave enough to jump into the affray and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a full-blown riot, and it wouldn't be long until Perm Cocktails would start flying. Pondering what to do, the women were shocked as a untested man, barely 19, was thrown from the mob of protestors and into the alley with a bleeding head wound.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with concern, crouching down beside him with tissues from her purse and helping wipe the blood off his unshaven face. 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 clear his throat and regain his mental bearings."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal protestation. The fat fuck pulled out his Mace can… and nearly emptied the whole thing into these adolescent'faces ! One girl was scream… screaming in pain sensation, and when her swain jumped up to punch the cop, he got tased for almost half a hour, and that love child laughed while he did it.

cipher wanted to get involved because they were scared… but when he threw the kids down onto the street and dislocated one kid's articulatio humeri while handcuffing him, that's when the fight started, and it's all been growing ever since…"

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

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, unhearable and invisible to human eyes, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his mouth. He wished he had been given orders to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic piece of tail, not to note a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fantasies would have to serve, until he could sample her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shields of the sidesplitter police like Irani against Hellene, he breathed in the tear gas like it was the odour of a honeyed flush and basked in his head trip. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the results were better than he dared ambition.

"Now for the last 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 uttermost sizing and intensity, saturating it with his malevolent energy, while making for sure that Baltoh would not be able to feel the activity. Once the air in his lungs was evilness enough, he exhaled, releasing a black swarm into the drove of the great unwashed, with them completely unaware and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grinning as the Black fumes rolled wildly above the crew, shaken not by trend in the air, but by the anger and rage that every somebody was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"fiend Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the spell would work quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on path, having picked up Abaddon's mogul layer the arcsecond he raised them to talk the spell. Flying about the urban center, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one direction, like pismire all racing to their queen.

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



There were well over two hundred people now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough choler and pain to breed at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their question. Catching the electronegative Department of Energy billowing like smoke from a tire fire, the contraband mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate swarm and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable figure could be seen taking mannikin and growing, like the exploitation of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human babe, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their Fang, claws, and wings began to grow. Standing in the alley, Selene felt a very cold shiver Australian crawl up her spine, as if someone was breathing on the backrest of her cervix while touching her bare skin with an ice cube. She wrapped arms around her tummy, suddenly sickish 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.

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

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



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

Stretching his empennage like a spider creating a course of silk, Abaddon reached out with the barbed tendril and wrapped it around each puny Gargoyle. With his center locked on the devil and his institution, Baltoh shot down like an eagle towards a Pisces just below the surface of a river.

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

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could come after him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The bedevil hybrid only had sufficiency time to drive home a body-splitting kick to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle roue in all directions. In the time it took for Baltoh to understand that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the recoil, and try to figure out the direction in which the Demon was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to reach the edge of the city and had ended the spell to retain his power hidden.

With his totally body shaking, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic holler like that of Lion, howling in foiling. That beastly call was so great in book that almost every window within a half-kilometer wheel spoke shattered from the shockwave, though not a single living beast could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this raging since Rimmon tried to lash out Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining support and got away with it was the root of his fad. He was used to Demons running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their lives once the Brobdingnagian difference in persuasiveness became apparent. In blaze, well over one-half of every devil fight resulted in his prey managing to escape, but this prison term was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his brother roamed release in the man world, lives were being lost.

"Damn it ! Every clip I almost have him, and every prison term he escapes before I dig my chela into his meat ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL discovery YOU ABADDON ! I'LL discovery YOU !"he thundered, causing his vim to flood outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its cooling tank.

All the masses below him were knocked off their fundament by the hurricane winds that the billow of tycoon was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with tempest cloud. Clinging to the side of the building next to her, Selene tried to press the unstoppable winds pummeling everyone in the street.

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

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

Baltoh looked up at the interloper and released an animalistic tangle, barring his fangs. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his sword and delivered an uppercut cut as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two swords clashed with a rainbow of sparks, but with ease, Baltoh's steel cut through Michael's like a mesa saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the dresser, inflicting a wound that would be black to any human, and launching the Archangel like a golf ball with blood pouring from his mouth.

With Michael incapacitated and no early break, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his vigour was causing to quit. Below him, citizenry were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, shoot down gassed, peppered with broken glass from Baltoh's boom, and knocked off their feet by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the riot cops were retreating after what had just happened.

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



Abaddon stood over a litter of devil, all grouped together and feasting on a stilt of freshly slain corpse in the keep room of a sign of the zodiac on the outskirts of the urban center. All the furniture had been smashed to pieces, the windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the beasts the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each insect bite they took, their sinew grew in size and strength, and their monstrous facial characteristics became sharp-worded and more distinguishable.

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

He then turned around to face a beautiful nineteen-year-old young lady with prospicient blond pilus. She was in the nook, sobbing in terror as she watched the beast feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy chair in Selene's apartment with his fingerbreadth tented, waiting in the iniquity for Selene to come home. While his physical structure was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to pick the intelligence he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life had he been so mixed-up 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 as the door opened. Selene tiredly stepped inside, not even seeing Baltoh as she took off her coat and dropped her purse on the nearby kitchen counterpunch. With a deep sigh, she leaned against the island table with her head in her custody, breathing deeply.

"Selene…"

The calling of her public figure spin out Selene around with wide eyes and she stared at Baltoh, trying to overhear her breath at the sight of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

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

Baltoh's brim twisted as he tried to smile."Selene, what I need to blab out to you about, it's not about my mission, fiend, holy person, 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 conceive of the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the table, unable to meet her gaze.

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into beingness as a fiend that was born from the rage and pain of heroes that suffered for eons in Hell, and I have lived my entire life for the single role of fighting and slaying iniquity. 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 dissolve away and I lose the will to agitate for anything early than you."

genus Selene gasped at his word of honor and tried to think up a response.

"Not in my total beingness have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt, and I can not retrieve, because you occupy every sentiment that enters my idea. Ever since I saved you and get you, trying to keep my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever complete my missionary work and perhaps ever find comfort, I need to solve this muddiness once and for all, and I need the answer to this question ; even if I can not properly describe how I feel about you, do you palpate the Saame way about me ?"

genus Selene licked her sassing first with a tone of uncertainty, then with a humble smile.

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

The verbalise words struck Baltoh like a frigidity hint of air and he stared at her almost in awe.

With her smiling small but tender, genus Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't recognise how to explicate it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few times, but my heart and my body ache for you. I haven't developed touch like this for individual this quickly since I was a picayune miss, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two half of a Swiss watch, so many specific gears and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own pieces and no one else's. True identity is impossible in this world, but I know with my heart and someone that you are the only 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 weapons system wrapped around her waist.

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interesting things in the populace, and you are practically divine in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the very nitty-gritty of the population. My feelings for you are only equaled by my luxuria, as I know that you can fulfil every motive I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to get laid the whodunit that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

"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 infer 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 close. Selene reached up and gently brushed her soft fingers against his cheek, making the hybrid shiver.

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their mouth together, kissing for various s. As the embrace continued, Selene slipped her knife between Baltoh's limps, nearly making him jerk in surprise but also hum in joy at the softness and predilection of her clapper in his mouth. Deciding to mirror her legal action, he sent his own glossa into Selene's oral fissure, shocking her and making her end the candy kiss, leaving his long forked clapper suspension in the air like a snake in mid-strike.

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

genus Selene giggled and wrapped her weapons system around his neck."I just can't time lag for you to put that tongue to mould,"she said tenderly before resuming the kiss.

After almost a minute of their lips joining like two undulation and separating, the buss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's bridge player and led him into her dingy bedroom. inside, the only source of illumination was Baltoh's burning anchor ring, 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 French horn hidden beneath his tough. Pulling off his pants, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard member with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would hurt and if this was one challenge that would tick her. With his tail flicking like that of a cat on the hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lip locked, he reached up to unwrap the buttons of her white blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his mitt up, cutting through the button yarn on her blouse with the claw on his index finger finger, exposing her business firm breasts, barely held in by her lacing bra. genus Selene grasped the piece of lingerie before Baltoh could get a nipper to it, letting her tits outflow liberate like airbags.

"Beautiful,"said Baltoh, in the sterling modality of his life.

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

"Oh yes infant, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked knife trace her areolas and his mouth wrap around her erect teat.

He moved back and forth between her bountiful tits, wrapping his long glossa around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of endanger skin. Sucking on her mamilla like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her chest, stimulating the raw spunk end to the period that Selene was nearly chewing off her low-pitched lip in jubilance.

"Oh god, you're driving me sick !"she groaned with her hired man stroking the mouth of her wet snatch.

remembering back to his human being past lives in terms of the motion of intimacy, Baltoh decided to move on. Lowering his head, he dragged his forked lingua down her directly belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming following and absolutely heroic for it, genus Selene stopped him to take out her skirt and moist G-string. With her knee joint on his shoulder, Baltoh held his head just above the diffuse wet lips of her pussy, which carried the faint aroma of the soap from her last exhibitioner.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his spit, giving a quick slug that nearly made Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long knife in between the rim like an gismo cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity taste of her juicy insides. He pressed his sassing against the gate of paradise, slurping on genus Selene's snatch like he was trapped in a mantrap and could only use his mouth to escape.

Selene could not contain her moans as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her entire glower body shake from the bliss. Her birdcall doubled in volume as he fully inserted his clapper into her pussy, licking her utmost depths of her subdued interior and mixing his saliva with her juices. genus Selene basically had to prick down on her pillow to keep from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed skillful than any vibrator and his back talk massaged and tickled the scuttle. She had her hand on the back of his head, pushing his cheek deeper into her sweet twat and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the unutterable appreciation 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 rush in the amount and taste sensation of the succus that flooded her slit hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the taste of her orgasm. The climax lasted for almost half a bit, finishing with genus Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing heavy and her eyes rolling around as if she was delirious.

"topper 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 split me in half,"she teased, kissing him back.

Baltoh did not respond, only smiled and gave the quick exhale of a laugh. Using his clawed hands very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his stopcock and slowly guided it to her gate of paradise, pressing the head against the moist, soft sassing. Wrapping his tail around the bed in tense expectancy, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect pecker into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his vertebral column and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible density of her pussy, but after Thomas More than two min for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a smashed parking fleck, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his wings had released themselves and were draped over he and genus Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breathing spell, as she could receive sworn the header of Baltoh's peter was prodding the tail end of her heart.

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

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

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as possible, he slowly pulled out of her, with Selene trembling at the sudden mass removal. Leaving only the head inside, he gave her a minute to brace herself for the next insertion. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet snatch, using her juices as lubricating substance. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her slit and the blissful and literal sensation of intimate filling. Having buried his peter all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to whizz in pleasure.

Taking a peril, he pushed his gumshoe into her well cunt in a bingle stroke, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the deep incursion. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really move. Taking the right stead above her, he began working the shaft of light in and out of her in farsighted, steady strokes, making her groan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally move at a bonny amphetamine, Baltoh let his body continue on automatic pilot while he mentally processed the different feelings that his peter was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable mildness of each bump, ridge, and flexure in her puss. Finally used to his rooster 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 fingerbreadth into his back.

As Baltoh's f number increased, he held himself higher above her as if in mid-pushup, silencing her moans as he kissed her and relishing the feeling of her pointing nipples moving against his chest like figure skaters on ice.

Changing position, he sat up on his heel and grabbed Selene's thighs, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his speed. With each powerful driving force into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her tits bouncing and scroll wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in transport, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an temblor of biblical dimension was rocking the building, and her groan of euphoria were replaced with a mysterious gasping shout as the principal of his cock slammed her inside like the tip of a jackhammer.

Behind him, Baltoh's wings were stretching and waving like sword lily and his fundament was writhing like a beheaded Snake on the floor, almost to bespeak that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking tooshie and turn with it.

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

She didn't need to finish speaking, as the subconscious movement of her mitt to her white meat told Baltoh everything he needed to cognize. The longer that he was working, the more he could experience his Demon side of meat 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 manus and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his face just inches from hers, all the while continuing to have it away her like a auto. genus Selene suddenly gained a very ravenous and sex look on her face as she felt the modification in Baltoh's personality, sensing his prevailing side taking control and gaining the desire to both competitiveness it and submit to it. She raised her head and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"Come on baby, I'm so close to cumming, fuck me harder !"

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

Moving his handwriting to her rosehip, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all fours, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knee joint, he tightened his hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman speed, slamming her cunt so concentrated and so fast that it was almost cruel. Trying to stay up with her arms straight, genus Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw power that she was going to regurgitate. She could sustain sworn a sex political machine was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

arse her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripple passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic clapping auditory sensation of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his legs and the base 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 round ass bounce and ripple while basically skewered on his gumshoe, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside view and regard upon her breasts, which were swinging like the round punching bags that boxers practiced on.

genus Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito bites, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate orgasm welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking vibrations pulsing through their soundbox as their orgasms overcame them. genus Selene released a triumph shriek that could shatter glass as her pussycat became flooded with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like thunder as he shot jet after jet of semen into Selene, filling her up to the decimal 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 yawn semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the same state. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for months without break, having sex for just an 60 minutes had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside genus Selene, desperately trying to overhear his breath. Holding her close, he wrapped his arm and wings around her while kissing her neck.

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

"beingness that was my first time, I can in all silver dollar say the Saami,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very smell of her hair as pressed his sass 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 kiss.

There lips slowly parted and they closed their optic, wrapped in Baltoh's wing like a blanket. niggling did they substantiate, that out-of-door, New House of York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his deep quietus by a quick wet feeling around his cock. With a oscitancy and a tired hum, he opened his centre and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful head bob up and down. She had a coy look in her center as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a tired stretch and his smile grew wider as her flabby tongue slathered the beam of light with her backtalk wrapped securely around the pass. She then released the drumhead and spat on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a full erecting with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a lock chamber of her hair, measured not to scratch her cheek with his sharp hook. Selene smiled and reinserted his humanness into her flaccid sassing, pressing the tip of her natural language into the slit on the fountainhead while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another tire out groan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking one-half of his cock in her lenient sass with the read/write head going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several seconds, Selene took his cock out of her sassing and began stroking it furiously against her bountiful tits. The piano skin felt absolutely incredible against his bulging peter, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her like, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey stream of semen across her breasts. With a coy smiling, she smeared his cock against her chest like a soapy parasite, coating her chest in his cum. Holding the monster fleshy weewee balloons, she leaned down and licked off the semen, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing mamilla with relish.

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

"goodness morning,"he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Good morning. How did you sleep ?"she asked, kissing him on the os frontale in return.

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

"With how hard you tantalize me, I slept like a careen. You know, that was actually the first of all blowjob I ever gave."

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

"Well I've always practiced on banana tree for when I would find the right guy. Plus my best supporter Molly is a master copy in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me pointers. I'll be honest, I think I enjoyed it just as a lot as you did."

At her Logos, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could smell something was incorrect, something that he had been unable to observe before, but was now as all the way as it was pungent, like the smell of a rotting carcass in an enclosed place. He could sense energy in the air, both Archangel and Demon and vast amount of money of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the ceiling of Selene's apartment edifice while she sat in her living room, watching the news for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking various deep breathing spell, sampling the vast cascade of light and drab Energy Department in the air. As far as he could severalise, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs of conflict or destruction, but the duncish energy that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

"It's the eldritch affair, there are 100 of missing cases being reported and nobody knows anything."Selene said, walking up behind him.

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

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

"There was a battle hold out Nox, a big one. Whenever gravid numbers people go missing at once, it means that the forces of Heaven and hellhole faced each other and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed buildings or craters in the city from last dark, which means that the Angels have been hard at employment, repairing the equipment casualty and erasing remembering so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not repair is the death toll. end Nox, C of multitude were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the struggle, they are being reported as missing.

I should have sensed it ; I should birth sensed the fighting going on as if I were watching it from forepart row seats. Of all the sentence for this fight to be waged, it was when I was the most disquiet and focused on former things."He cursed, thinking back to the night of mania. With her eyes filled with sadness, genus Selene took her manpower off Baltoh's berm and stepped back, praying that he wasn't blaming her for what happened.

"Baltoh !"an angry voice announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an Archangel descended from the sky, landing beside him with the proportion of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the Saame white bird of Jove flank, but his nervus facialis characteristics were often difference. While his hair was blond and cut unforesightful, he had respective piercings through his pointed ears, his eyebrows, one through his lower lip, and three through the bridge of his nose. The archangel and genus Selene paid no attention to each former, as he was completely invisible and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Angelica Archangelica became seeable, causing Selene to parachute back out of shock and grip Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from nirvana with speak amazement, now having someone to compare Baltoh too other than that abbreviated lot 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 enemies, only in that they didn't try to kill each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive personnel in the universe, one that he refused to work with or English with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest thing he had to a acquaintance, 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 hell on earth to hunt these bastards down, and just when we finally need your help for the first time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other archangel want you dead, because you never make it very crystalize which side you are on.

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

"The laws of your master mean nothing to me. I do what I want and the forces of Heaven had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be glad that I at least preserve myself enshroud when I show up here. She is of no concern to you, so you unspoilt not say another word about her. I was busy endure dark, so evidence me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Angelica Archangelica looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the truth became manifest."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupid or this selfish. A physical relationship with a human cleaning woman ? ! You always make trouble when you come to globe, but this is insufferable ! Do you have any thought what sort of abomination would be spawned if you were to knock up her ? !"

"secretiveness !"Baltoh roared, infusing so lots top executive with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his knee by the tyrannous weight of that individual word.

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

The Angelica Archangelica grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by demon index and banqueting on clean-handed people. They were far stronger than Angels and they were fast, causing immense amounts of devastation to the urban center while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their design ? Abaddon has already set the citizenry of this city against each other, such a broad attack would only produce reverence and merge everyone."

"It was a distraction, one that Abaddon was able-bodied to take full advantage of…"



12 minute Earlier :

Abaddon faced his small-scale squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far gravid than their rude size. Having spent the last few minute eating and torturing live human beings, they had feasted upon more than decent agony and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level great power. True, their mind still remained barely developed enough to verbalise and follow orders, meaning that they were not twist enough to forge their energy into demon Art, but they could loose their power in raw unfocussed plosion, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your mission is simple ; buy me sufficiency time to mobilise more devil from Hell. To do this, I need you to relinquish as much big businessman as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. Reign terror, thrashing everyone, put down to your heart's depicted object, and have all the fun you desire. Just go on moving and go along the saint off my rump. Go !"

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



Michael and Gabriel stood on the bound of a skyscraper roof, looking out over the city. New York seemed particularly still this night… or as calm as New York could be without a brownout. Michael had recovered from his trauma and it was as if he had never received it.

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

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

The two Quaker paid no tending to the third archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the Sami white uniform, but he had a darker skin color like that of a aborigine American language, his brown hair hung down past his shoulders, and on his face were numerous tattoos ; a couple of wings on his brass and a cross on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his nose just to name a few.

"Everything is placid to the N, all Angels are reporting muteness,"he said.

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

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

He turned and looked out at the metropolis, just as his friends were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the demand 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 bootleg flames, throwing debris is all direction and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the Archangels could even affect in reception, several to a greater extent buildings were destroyed in early area, quickly turning into eye mask origin of destruction. Down in the streets, multitude were panicking as they heard the detonation and saw the smoke ascent, even in the drab night. Was it a terrorist attack ? A immense riot ? An quake ? Whatever it was, it was sending rippling of fearfulness throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a remembering barrier around the city ! Raphael, call forth the Angel to begin emptying ! I'll go inquire !"Michael instructed as he spread his wing and brought forth his brand from nonexistence.

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

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

From his palms, an invisible beam of luminosity up into the sky, eventually stopping high above the city and spreading outwards into a vast dome, encompassing all of New House of York. From this full point, all humanity that resided in its space would forget anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being confidant with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the magical spell, due to her propinquity to the occult figure.

"Angel Falls Art : nonsuch Beckon !"Raffaello Santi chanted. A wavelet of light pulsed from his hands, making every Angel in the orbit able to find out him."All saint report ! start the evacuation of humans within the peril zone ! I'm calling for reinforcements !"



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

Moving as tiresome as a slug, a Horror dagger slowly began to rise from the flat coat. Having practiced with that first dagger, Abaddon was now familiar with the energy manipulation required to contribute forth non-sentient aim into the human world from snake pit, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The obelisk was the quarter of a grouping scattered across the city, just as a little power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new top executive, they would be strong enough to even hold their own against Archangels.

Once the Obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guard duty took flight, heading east towards the boundary of the urban center. Like all fiend and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his safety device were unable to divagate too far from their sphere of origin where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could move at far greater distances. The farther they could get from the military force of heaven, the dear their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speed, they flew to the absolute limit of their roaming reach.

Believing that he was standing in the best possible billet to control his guard, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingers. This was the material test, summoning horror dagger was one thing, but this was a completely other league. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the ground, having dredged up his magnate to its maximum floor."Demon Art : invocation Necropolis summoning !"



Michael soared across New York City with his claymore in paw, zeroing in on the nearest occupation of blowup. The Energy he could sense from the one causing the destruction was incredibly tumid, almost tumid sufficiency to be a demon. In his nerve, Michael prayed that it really was a fiend, because if something as common as a Gargoyle could pass on this level of magnate, than the situation was far worse than he imagined.

The building adjacent to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a overrefinement maw of black fervour, granting him only enough time to become intangible before rubble rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without concealment. Looking through the storm of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a toy Dark Pulse from between its jaws, the signature move of its kind.

"angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving faster than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to deliver an jiffy kill. With supernatural reaction speed, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's blade with its claws, channeling its vitality to the bony razors to protect them from the blade's holy steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and bleak whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the binding of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow-minded flak was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the constrict beam with his hand.

Shadow push streamed out from between Michael's fingers as he pushed against the fire. Normally something like this would be nestling's play, but the Gargoyle's top executive floor were off the chart ! With a deep battle cry, Michael forced the disastrous back into the Gargoyle's sassing, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon under the blow of a malleus from the atmospheric pressure of it's own Energy Department.

A loud roar suddenly drew Michael's tending up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless animal opened its jaws and raised its head, charging a iniquity pulsation between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the sphere of wickedness in the puppet's mouth, as it was more knock-down than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

"holy man Art : rosary Restraints !"Raphael called, coming to link up the battle.

From his outstretched hand, various range of mountains of prayer beads drop were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own flesh like a ogre weapon. The chains shot through the air like a frog's tongue and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with more power than piano wire, restricting its bm and ending the shadow pulsing before it could be launched.

"holy person Art : Divinity Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the constrain Gargoyle and charging a golden sphere of Inner Light just past his fingertip.

"Michael aspect out !"Raphael shouted, a carve up second before the briary rump of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tail end was quickly ripped back out before Michael could rescue a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a minute Gargoyle slashed Raphael's fender and then severed the prayer beads chasteness with shade energy streaming from it's claws. The two bruise Angel Falls fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to mend their harm. Casting the Laying On Of Hands proficiency on the blinking hole in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with occult focal ratio, shooting off across the metropolis while suppressing their energy to disappear in the night.

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

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

"The holy person are reporting that near hoi polloi in the pandemonium areas have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep open moving and keep spreading destruction."

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

Raphael nodded and raised his hand."holy person Art : Hope beacon Summoning !"

Up above the Empire State Building, there was a bright flash of Christ Within as a huge rood-tree materialized out of slim air. The structure was ten substructure in diam and forty ft in height, made of a one piece of rosewood and decorated with rosary beads. Dangling from the ends of the crosspiece were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the perpendicular electron beam was a cap of sticker. In the amphetamine quoin of the cross, two large holy person flank of visible light appeared without any physical shape, like holograms.

A impulse of light boomed from the hovering cross, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a blinding aureole of power, as well as the two garden angelica speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the bank line of mushroom clouds as building after edifice was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to level normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter magic spell.

The two Angelica Archangelica split up, chasing after unlike radical of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a mathematical group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the amount of power they had absorbed before the onslaught and the bother they were inflicting. With a wordless slash of his brand, Michael launched a crescent sword of sparkle vim that carved one of the Demons in one-half like a chainsaw through a rotten melon and set the two one-half ablaze with white flames.

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

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning Forth River the ornate gateway of upstanding Au. The three blasts joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal wave, but with his ability enhanced by the cross above the metropolis, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined Trinity of shadow blasts was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas plosion through a sewer system. The Gargoyle directly in the track of the blast was instantly ripped apart into million of bloody patch as a rampart of malarkey, worlds apart in footing of power from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

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

The bolt rained down on the street, each carrying as often power as meteor and shaking the entire city upon impact with the flat coat. The surrounding buildings were thrown off their foundations and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the priming by the strike of each individual pointer. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



"Angel Art : Final repentance !"Raffaello Santi announced, pointing his manus at the fleeing mathematical group of Gargoyles.

From the sky, half a XII crosses that dwarfed cellular telephone phone towers fell down like turkey and managed to slam down on at to the lowest degree four of the Demons with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as very much as the Chrysler construction, and upon wallop, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windowpane in the construction shattered, the buildings themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a pave road and to a greater extent like a dry river bottom. The daimon underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and column of debris and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their nighttime pulses, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the attack with ease, Raffaello Santi cast the Crusading Canter patch and caught up to them truehearted than they could even process, ending their abominable lives with sword virgule that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the Angels worked tirelessly to bushel the damage and tend to the wounded. Hundreds of people had been killed in the crossfire, meg needed their memories wiped, and New York was practically in ruins. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and triumph was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a darkness and booming laugh as his patch finally reached its mop up. He was facing a summoning gateway to blaze, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The process had taken vast amounts of time and vitality, but now, the finished creation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a with child building rose up from the portal with an ominous presence. The construction was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on land. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with billion of symbolization painted across the walls. Instead of depicting backer and holy man, the dyed windows on the sides showed brute shot from the pits of Scheol, giving a detailed video of the different soma of torture being experienced by the prisoner. The room access was guarded by two statues of diabolic Canis aureus and secured with six sullen Ernst Boris Chain, all with barbed links. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose window, with each narrow petallike pane showing a picture of a human stretched out with their figure peeled off and blood spurting from the muscularity underneath. Like rule duomo, the ceiling was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extremum. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waistline up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the process of devouring or raping their human victim. The Alexander Bell tower of the cathedral was also decorated with statues, but these were of fiend, all armed and posed like Zeus about to throw a lightning bolt. The bells 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 wings and goat horns crouched with the flack of Hell burning in its eyes.

The nominal head room access began to open, breaking the six range. Instead of a scene of the inside, threshold opened up to discover a portal to Inferno. Normally, a Conjuring graveyard was used in Hell as a agency of a teleportation device to bring forth an US Army of Gargoyles to whoever cast the magical spell. While it could not serve as a unconstipated portal between the universes, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in ordination to convey onward multiple daemon at once, but that was all they had the energy for.

Stepping out of the hepatic portal vein appeared ten devil, each with different facial features. The first had two goat saddle horn with one broken, the second had a head of spiky hair's-breadth but he had multiple small horns hanging down on his look and resembling a face fungus, the tierce was bald and his horns were both broken, the fourth had his saddle horn coming out of the quoin of his mouth like wild boar tusks, the fifth had two long cornet that protruded from his frontal bone and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three conical horns on his brow, the 7th ( and only female ) had two hooked trump hanging down over here eyes and long Shirley Temple hair, matted with roue, the eighth had two goat horns like Abaddon but stood out with a large steel gang going through his lower jaw, the 9th had horn going around his head like a tip, and the tenth had two bull-like horns and his face was decorated with unnumbered intricate patterns carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the devil essentially looked the Saame, down to the shackles on their carpus and the steel-plated wench. Naming them in order of coming into court, Abaddon spoke,

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



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

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

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

"Another thing, after the battle, the people of New York began to go natural state and psychotic. We thought that maybe our original computer memory wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the end, but that theory was crushed by the sum of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summon multiple Horror dagger across the city to clear his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached Demon levels."

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

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

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

"There have been similar cataclysm and outbreak, but they are incredibly rarefied and never incorporated any sort of planning. This is different ; they have a mission,"Baltoh answered.

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

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

"You two understand the laws of the universe far better than I do, I can't even begin to act like I understand Eden and Hell like you two. But I did study theoretical purgative and I was a big fantasy reader when I was Whitney Moore Young Jr.. I know this sounds stupid, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the barrier between solid ground and hell ?"

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

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been Sir Thomas More hatred in the world than now, especially in this urban center. We have an election coming up with political magniloquence that is as toxic as battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police because the rich chief operating officer and corrupt bankers sent America into a recession, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decade that causes only wretchedness, and every day, people are becoming crazier and more extreme. What if that's the anchor you're talking about ? What if terra firma, or America, or even this city, is generating so practically hatred and blackball get-up-and-go that it is dragging us down closer to pit ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't explain how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able to pass over over so easily. One of them was able to kill a man the like day it arrived, that's unacceptable with regular evocation,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

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

"Yeah, when I was trying to get away from the most powerful devil 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, doctrine 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 creation as a demon filled with hatred, then gained archangel big businessman. Could it be that the power of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each other like magnet, and your power to pass between property is basically thump holes in the roadblock between them ?"

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

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

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

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

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the roadblock, I think they are trying to bust a doorway through it, a permanent one that will unite Earth and Hell completely, and even drag this entire existence into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to type away at her electronic computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to ferment as if null was wrong while he and the military force of promised land continued their search, but she was finding it basically impossible to concentrate on monthly reports when less than an time of day ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well come to an end. It was late in the morning, as she had originally planned on staying home and spending a romantic and relaxing day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the confessedly seriousness of the berth. Normally, coming into body of work so late would risk sending her straight to the unemployment line, but with how many mass were"missing ”, her chief was just well-chosen to consume as many masses as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focus with the luck of the domain on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the waiting area. Coffee, coffee would fix everything.

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

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

"Yes ? Is there something you wish to tell me ?"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 a great deal with each tone that it's like you sprained both your mortise joint. You and Baltoh totally…"

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

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

Selene tried not to blush, but just like before, she failed miserably."C. H. Best of my life,"she said, looking up at the cap as the secret burst out.

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

"Like a stallion, and I really mean an literal stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack stable with a award-winner sawhorse on glass,"she groaned, fanning herself as computer memory of the nighttime brought Wave of hot arousal.

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

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

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

genus Selene gained a sweet-flavored grinning."I know I have."

Both women were suddenly knocked to the ground as earthquake-level tremors rocked the building down to its foundations. Molly screamed in daze as the cabinet exploded and roof dialog box rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was simmer down and already knew what was the crusade. Following the mind-jarring shakiness, Baltoh came crashing through the paries and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

Molly looked at them in staring and perfect unbelief."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking final stage night ? !"

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

"I told her that you were a strange guy, nil else, I swear !"

"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 opine properly as she looked at the four-winged figure.

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

genus Selene just winced, waiting for him to calm down. After various seconds of deep respiration, he finally became loose."Well it's not like I did too a great deal to hide my being, plus I can always wipe her memories."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a convinced smile and chuckled.

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

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

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

"Jeez, something must take hit you on the head word pretty damn hard. Come on you little slut, let's get out of here,"genus Selene laughed as she pulled her friend to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female Archangel with a literally Angelic human face and long scarlet hair. While her beauty would immediately land a lesser man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her coming into court, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as genus Selene and invulnerable to fourth dimension. The other five devil 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 decrepit in this human earth,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her head that was connected to a lone mountain chain that came out of her radiocarpal joint. Baltoh smiled.

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

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

The hybrid was completely calm as they attacked, blocking all of their strikes with his fundament and his four backstage without even turning his head.

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

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's annexe with all their strength, trying to at to the lowest degree puff ancestry, all while the Demon Amon bawl them tried to free himself from Baltoh's tail, which was wrapped around him like a heterosexual crownwork. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his buttocks, instantly crushing the Demon in his clasp as if his body were a banana and sending blood and spot of pearl in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his bequeath daimon annexe, giving him a bring in view of the foe to his grim leftfield. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his blade at the daemon's face and cut a slanted incision through his skull. The injury was actually cauterized by the speed and friction of the attack as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The early three Demons quickly retreated in fearfulness and Lilith launched her Chemical Mace at him, the skull-shaped weighting bristling with notched vane. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the back of his hand as if it were little more than the dot of a laser arrow. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the fiend towards him. Reaching out like a cold motorcar, he stabbed Lilith through the dresser with his claws, sending his hand bursting out of her binding with her shattered pricker and shredded nitty-gritty in his adhesive friction and blood spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited blood, he chopped her head teacher off.

Baltoh tossed the slain devil aside and was instantly set on by Mantus, wielding a giant battleaxe as turgid as a man. The bladed heavyweight was swung with terrifying strength, but Baltoh blocked the onset with his brand as if he were killed a moth with a flyswat. In a fluid motion, he spun around and kicked Mantus, knocking him out of the sky and sending him crashing down into the street.

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

Rising up from a portal to blaze, a house-sized black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantations and ablaze with the flame from the night abysm. The skull opened its backtalk and outstretched its black forked spit, secured on which was a knightly rack, coated in blood with hamper in the corners. The shackles were secured to the rack with bladed chains and the interiors were lined with barbed nails.

Like the tongues of frogs, the shackles reached out from the corners of the rack and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him howl in pain in the neck as the smash dug into his soma and sent lineage flowing freely. The shackles yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody rack and holding him in space. Ghostly hands reached out from around the single-foot, holding the ends of prickly conducting wire that were covered on every centimetre by razor-sharp serrations. The hands moved back and Forth, covering him in bed upon layer of barbed telegram and even threading them through his flesh like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to fasten against him, and the shackles began to pull back into the corners, tugging on his limb. Mantus gave one final scream of excruciating pain before the shackles ripped his branch from their sockets and the web of barbed conducting wire cut through his torso like the leaf blade of a sum grinder, spraying blood, broken bones, and liquefied flesh sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

The inside of the black skulls mouth was suddenly filled with compressed flame and the tongue was brought back in, bringing the chopped carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

"hideaway !"one of the fiend, known as Pan, shouted out.

All of the Demons turned to flee, but before Pan could comply his own word of honor, Baltoh aimed his handwriting at him."Demon Art : nipper Bullets !"

Firing from the hint of his finger's breadth like clout from five machine gun turrets, Baltoh's nipper shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The C of shrewd smoke washed over Pan, filling him with more jam than a dish sponge and ripping the life from him.

"Five demon killed in LE than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb sons of cunt, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our entire plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the loudest mass potential, scolding the demon as if they were young children.

"FIVE ! Five of you got your posterior massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might have gotten bored and just decided to tick you to death with his globe !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't extend his tracks and let that traitor follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a pearl scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even know if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chances of achiever ! We can't even marshal any More Demons, we used the finis of the DOE left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth River between Earth an Hell a few hundred clip, there is no way to prognosticate for reinforcement !

Our hazard were melt off and you retards knocked it down to screwed ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make sure that it comes down on all of your asses ten fold !"

"So what the nether region are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his tabernacle."We are going to lay low and pass water every provision we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing hoi polloi, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the clock time to make sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to hope that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the forces of Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring out trumpet card before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his body was the same as when he was born, his nous and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more building complex person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the mankind around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the Demons'further intervention, New York and the Earth beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their actions, the power of pit had awoken the most utmost desires and preconception in society. Out in the streets, protesters were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psycho were bombing everything from Planned parentage to gay bars. It wasn't just in the city either, the societal war waging in New House of York was triggering exchangeable destabilisation across the body politic and even across the earth, setting the existence on firing and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her back to him as she bounced up and down on his muscular phallus as if it were an exercising ball. Her tits were bouncing beautifully with each ALT and dip, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to delve far deeper into her hot wet pussy than the beginning prison term, probing new folds and quoin and driving her state of nature with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New House of York was already full repaired from the conflict, and Molly was unconscious mind in her apartment, having had her memory wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the cryptic titillating hand clapping of genus Selene's bare ass and firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric groan, and the shadow of her bouncing breast against the far rampart, cast by the Christ Within of the place setting sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My legs are on flack and I'm so bore,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hour, something that no regular man male would be able to do.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the rest."

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a blowup skirt and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire dick up into her trunk and making her howler in shock and joy at the abysmal 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 touch in her peg and making her wonder how she would ever be able-bodied to walk ever again after such a hard fucking. Baltoh's scrotum and phallus were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a machine, and both lovers half-expected smoke to begin wafting from Selene's cunt from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet bit took his hammer like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its limit but staying just as soft and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to maintain her balance, the full-bosomed stunner was moaning in bliss and rubbing the tumesce lips of her pussy, barely capable to differentiate when he was in or out of her due to the great size and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty dollar bill minutes, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to take hold of his breathing spell. Still not satisfied, genus Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the brim while she slowly and gently rocked back and Forth River on his dick, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussy. After the kiss, she raised her consistence and he began sucking on her breast with zestfulness, savoring the taste and feel of her soft figure and the swell shape of her nipples in his mouth. As she moved back and Forth River on his prick, he had his hands on her perfect tense ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several moment until Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on honey, cease me off with that mellisonant tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his face.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the flawless curves of her ass, the toned shapely brass, her hairless stretched snatch, and of course her untouched anus. Wrapping his arms around her dead body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female person equivalence to the statue of Saint David and the man superordinate to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussy like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her juice with tang and massaging her contuse interior with his tongue. While he pleasured her, her headway was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the best blowjob possible, stroking the light beam with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her other helping hand to massage his nut. On the floor below, his bum was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating speck of her natural language, lips, and boldness.

Gently slithering through Selene's pussy with his knife, Baltoh was able-bodied to stimulate her in slipway that pounding way at her with his putz never could. With the small-scale poke or tremble of the branched member, he could make her whole body jerk in Adam and created a flood of her delectable pussy juice. It didn't take much to drive her over the edge. After just a few instant of eating her out, he could take heed that touch orgasmic moan beginning wage hike, while suppressed of line by his pecker filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to shake, giving Selene all the point up she needed. Both fan doubled their endeavour, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his turncock ceaselessly with her tongue and Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet knife soothing her aching cunt like a big bowl of ice pick after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's face was soaked in the climactic fluids of genus Selene's logic gate of paradise, 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 prick as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally erupt into a volcano of semen, flooding her throat to the point that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating cock out like an awakened comatoseness patient pulling out a feeding thermionic tube and raised her psyche, swallowing Baltoh's seed. Her mouth was devoid of cum but her stomach was so wide of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smile, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their naked organic structure cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your consistency will never bomb to puzzle and arouse me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all other men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would know to be able to light asleep holding you again, but after close night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes priority ; after all, you're saving the world. barely remember that I'm here, and if you ever want to rest for a few hours, I'm always quick to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to pull up stakes, but something entered Selene's mind that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely restrain her mouth shut."Baltoh, is it possible to restore computer memory that you or another holy man has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in oddity."for certain, but it isn't always pretty, especially when sentence mountain pass. Why ?"

Selene had to seize with teeth down on her glossa to hold on from speaking without her mind's permission. This thought had been digging in her thinker all day, festering like a bug chomp that she could not give up 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 woman who knew your name back at the bureau, she's my friend, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a threesome ?"

Baltoh needed to run against the window, trying to regain his mental bearings from the question."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my center to you, Selene, a spirit that I can't believe I even have."

genus Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading clean illuminate her naked body."I don't want you to love her, I'm not asking you to have notion for her. But making honey to you and having sex with her would cause me happy, plus I think a short fun and pleasure would facilitate you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to relax a little, just enough so that you can sleep with what it's like to be happy without beheading a monster. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to change you, I just want to give you the option of being at peace, and this is one affair that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her hand on his dresser.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty alley, scribbling conjuration on the ground in human blood that he was reading off a sheet of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling curses as he tried to keep count of the symbol and recollect their specific order. There were K of different symbols, all drawn around a ringing that was a century feet in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the walls of the buildings on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to check in on his progress.

"tinker's dam it, why the hellhole am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this spell stuff,"he complained.

"These symbol will save you valuable fourth dimension and probably your life. When I first summoned a repulsion Obelisk to this realm, I memorized the energy equation needed to right for the unlike dimensional ingredient and altered it for this post. These symbolisation are the equality in a written form. Using this placement of incantation, the spell will claim a fraction of the time and free energy it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorize chiliad of symbol, flawlessly alter the equivalence, and then drop a line it down for you newbies. Keep working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and stamp out you if I see you."The red-haired Angelica Archangelica said, looking out over the city from the ceiling of an federal agency edifice. Of all the garden angelica in New York, she was the youngest, being just over half a century old with the consistence of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten feet away with his arms cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big hassle for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosemary, to talk to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his facial expression with her shining blue 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 incontrovertible force in the universe, but you wanted to do to a greater extent than battle by my side, you wanted to live by my side as well."

A gentle walkover blew between them, making Rosemary's long red hair disturbance and Baltoh's burning gloriole shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the short paries lining the roof with Rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you remember those twelvemonth we spent in Hell together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newcomer Archangel, a bright-eyed rookie with aspiration of changing the world."

rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help subside the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the seed, then I would be able to cut down their Book of Numbers. Of grade it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to end more times than I could numerate. I remember it so clearly, falling to the ground, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a chemical group of Demons. As I listened to them talk about how they planned to rape and shoot down me, I tried to knead a I spark of energy so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single swing of your sword.

You healed my combat injury, helped me regain my strength, and taught me about hell on earth. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my life. I could consume left any prison term, but I wanted to be with you. Three daylight, that was how long I had before they would notice my disappearing in Eden, but in Hell, it was three wonderful class. I was desperate to incur 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 deliver ever felt that way about me, you had to take studied me and watched me closely. You had to have analyzed me, and because of that, you know me meliorate than most others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, remember ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a undivided 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 building. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just very well on your own,"rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but ire, I know that it is a womanhood's nub and mind that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always will. That's basically the condition quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original question ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a soul and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the child's play the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her soft fingers against the English of his face."That's the affair Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Creator does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, commend ? I can't do that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to witness out how much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the initiative place."

Rosemary was understood for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Angelica Archangelica and a devil, a combination of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that adult female is neither, she is just a powerless man. You were brought to sprightliness through last and anger of millions of killers who slew evil in the name of justice and sought that Department of Justice through murder. She on the former hand is a vibrant and caring woman, who I imagine is full of love and energy. She's your exact opposite word in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to find repose and balance. Just like how you have somehow found counterpoise between the light of garden angelica might and the darkness of devil powers, your kernel is trying to detect residue between the hate that has kept you going and fighting and the impression of passion and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his regard, letting her words sink in.

"Time in Heaven does not lapse as quickly as it does in Hell, every day here on worldly concern is a day in promised land and a year in infernal region. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the impregnable. You've lived for aeon with your soulfulness filled with nothing but angriness and a thirst for battle, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that anger go ? Don't you think it's prison term for you to be glad ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly want my advice, then here it is : fall in this fair sex what she wants. If she is truly willing to be open when no former charwoman would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that undefendable as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and open your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"postponement,"rosemary said, drawing his care back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you require ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a minuscule smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his lips and silenced him."Just a single kiss, nothing more. Please, just let me recognize what it's like ; let me fuck what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a mysterious hint in reply. Wrapping her weaponry around his neck opening, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an air-tight stamp with their mouth. For several seconds, their rim joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosemary stepped back with a grinning on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. Thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his uncommon smiling and nodded before taking off, feeling much secure than he had before.



Molly was sitting at Selene's island mesa with her mouth hanging open and her middle rolled back. Baltoh had his shine hand wrapped around her foreland, using his powers to regenerate the memories that he had originally erased. mollie had no idea what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an evening of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him place his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a trichloromethane rag.

It had taken a piece for genus Selene and Baltoh to exercise up the bravery to invite her and effort to think her remembering for a threesome, but after Selene ended the yell, she could palpate her libido beginning to shimmer as retentivity came rushing back like the succus of an coming and mixing with the arising fantasies. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more excited, she began recounting the chronicle of her kickoff go with Molly to Baltoh.

At first he was unbelieving and withdrawn at the musical theme of intimacy with this stranger, closeness itself still a mire to him, but as Selene described that night on the government agency floor with particularly vivid point, he could sense his own sex drive growing in effectiveness and desire. Standing beside this adult female, restoring her computer memory, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her curved physical body. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to await forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the genuine ground why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing mollie's bighearted bosom.

"What do you entail ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a diminished laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smile and let her eyes swan up Molly's figure, the figure that she was intimately associate with."Some friendly retribution I guess. inebriant doesn't give people different personalities ; it shows a lowly office of who they really are. mollie and I were both drunk off our asses and our straight colors were played out and it seems some part of me enjoys being with char and some part of molly wants to rule me. Curled up with our faces between each other's peg was one of the most pleasurable times of my life sentence, but regardless, Molly did exact advantage of me. I want to penalize her, but I hold no score against her and feel zip but the care of our friendship, so I want to penalise 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 time, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my orders and take it as severe as I want her to. But she is my friend and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my life and shown me a world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the sight and sound 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 futurity. She wants me to be a part of every mysterious night secret she has, because that's how a great deal she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous passion fill his heart as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing Molly and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her feet and looked around wildly, more disoriented than the night she discovered smasher schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the side of the table as if an temblor was shaking the building. The retention of Baltoh crashing through the post construction and Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her judgement like a strobe Light. Selene's bright green eyes kept flickering up and down, holding mollie's pretty bluing and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to remember every detail of the winged man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each second that passed by, molly became more wild and disordered, eventually coming to the pointedness that Selene feared that she was going to birth a dispatch mental breakdown. Looking past Molly at the invisible Baltoh, Selene nodded with a granitelike look. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his longsighted tail end around her like a boa constrictor to restrict her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her dead body. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind mollie and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely terrified and looked directly ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making mollie shiver.

"molly, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast wings into her computer peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all sides and placed his bridge player on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her silky flesh and giving her zany bumps. He leaned his nous past her berm and she nervously turned, looking upon his font and the calm/curious expression he was wearing. She noted the grayish skin, the argent eyes, the burning halo above his head, and the overall good looks of his visual aspect, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't headache, you're safe."

She shivered at his Holy Scripture, but not out of fearfulness.

From there, genus Selene summarized most of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from Hell, how he was born as a Demon and gained Angelica Archangelica powers, his war with the military group of dark and his bloody feud with the personnel of Heaven, what he was doing on Earth, and how they met. Essentially, she told mollie just enough to prevent her from asking further questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breather was gently blowing on mollie's cervix and bare shoulders as he sampled her sweet perfume and the smell of her easy flesh.

He was starting to care this girl ; he could finger his sexual desire for her growing in mogul. It was not as focused and emotionally complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the bit passed, molly became less fearful and more anxious. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but right tail squeezing 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 mesa and leaning against it.

mollie bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could get a 3, do you remember ?"genus Selene asked, stepping towards her.

molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her face inches from molly's.

The emotional blonde nodded a third time, now with a coy smile. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed mollie, letting their sass junction and secern over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could sense his erection reaching its full sizing and pressed it against molly's tail, making her wriggle in desire and lustfulness as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the candy kiss with molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his cheek and slipped her spit into his mouth. Their tongues danced around each early while their lips met like crashing wafture, all while mollie hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His farseeing forked tongue slowly reached out like a charmed snake, making mollie's oculus widen. He flitted his clapper between her rosy rim and slid it in, tasting the inside of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with Molly deep-throating Baltoh's lingua.

Suddenly, Molly jerked and emitted a moan of joy. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's motion this to the bedroom,"Selene purred, feeling the unique intimate itch from the night of the Christmas company returning.

Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her pes and carried her with only his nates. Retracting his wings into his back, he followed Selene into the bedroom and lowered Molly onto the bed, who was filled with both terror at the Demon-Archangel cross and sexual excitement as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a step back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked sass with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two naked char were pressed against each other. Without dress in the way, genus Selene slid her hand down Molly's flat belly and began working her fingers between her legs, getting the easygoing pale backtalk as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

Watching genus Selene and mollie's lingua rub against each former in an oiled terpsichore between their backtalk, Baltoh could no longer curb his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry tone from Molly as she laid eyes on his muscular erection. His behind swishing and jumping behind him in excitement, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her legs wide to invite him and Selene moved her hand, granting him entree to the blonde mantrap's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking confirmation one finis time that she wanted this. Selene ended her snog and nodded to him, causing Molly to look down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his long forked tongue and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. mollie's breathing became fast and weighty and she bit her lip as the two summit of his lingua gently touched her soft anatomy, taking an initial taste of her succus. Baltoh licked her a second gear meter, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and thrill in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling process touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making hand a shriek whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his tongue around and side to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his lips against the entrance, stimulating her clitoris in ways that she had never before experient. Molly moaned in ecstasy, ineffective to comprehend the delight that he was giving her. At her moan, genus Selene got up on her knees with Molly's foreland resting on her stomach and hefted her house breasts in her face. Molly hungrily took them with her brim, sucking on her left nipple and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her friend excite the nerve conclusion with such loyalty, Selene hummed softly and rolled her head back, letting the warm jubilation roll over while she flexed her fingerbreadth in her bitch, taking them out after every other minute to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"molly begged, releasing genus Selene's wet mamilla.

With his face buried between Molly's legs, Baltoh looked up at genus Selene through his electrocution halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in regaining, retracting his clapper and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her succus were addictively delicious.

"Why did you lay off ? That would suffer been the salutary orgasm of my life story !"mollie exclaimed, already glistening with sweat from the energetic euphoria that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"Selene whispered with her rim pressed against Molly's lips.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his cock, pointing it aright at mollie's face.

"Go on, suck it,"genus Selene aggressively purred.

Molly licked her lips and got on her hands and knee with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his phallus, unable to even impact her digit to her thumb. She moved her hand back and forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the capitulum just inches from her cheek. She slowly took the head in her mouth, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickling and feeling every centimeter of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the puss at the top and working it under the ridge above the origin of the shaft. Molly began bobbing her head back and forth, trying to see how lots of Baltoh's cock she could strike with the tip prodding the rachis of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden fit came out of seismic disturbance from Selene's actions. With well-nigh of the bed taken by Baltoh and molly, genus Selene was forced to lay sideway across her pillow. She had a coy grinning on her aspect, having just inserted her finger into mollie's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the tight porta, taking bully pleasure in watching Molly squirm. She then removed her finger and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it unclouded. Taking the go-ahead, she spread Molly's ass buttock and pressed her lip against her anus while inserting her tongue. Molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the tactile sensation of Selene's lingua stirring her asshole and the wetness of her mouth mixture with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on molly's asshole, Selene worked her fingers in her puss, often stopping to do work the pussy succus into mollie's anus. When she did this, she would remove her lips and crop her fingers into the ring, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would spread her anus with her fingers and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a white glob of saliva nestled right the raw flock of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the early end, Molly would often look at Baltoh's cock out of her mouth, just so that she could spit on the point and then rub her spit across the shaft. She would asperse his rooster across her typeface, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her mouth, where her head would bob back and forth as she would use up as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few min, Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's dick. Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and chief slurping off mollie's saliva as if it were the most delicious Popsicle on Earth. With a warm smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her fuzz, making her look at him with love and felicity in her optic. She took his tool out of her mouth and gave it back to Molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's spit.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her legs banquet. Molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a tenacious and passionate kiss to render that his opinion for her were in no way affected by molly's presence, and Selene returned the kiss to reply the message. With a smile, he sat on his heels and put it ruffle right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and pain sensation as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her back and grip the English of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his peter lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the hips and began driving deep into her with yearn right knife thrust, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her twat to the required point. Beside them, mollie was fingering herself and pulling on her tit, staring at Selene with envy and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action, she swung her leg over Selene's head and began straddling her face in the Saami way Selene had rode hers during the Christmas party. Selene grabbed Molly's resplendent ass and gorged herself on her kitty-cat, making the blonde have to tilt over on all IV from the paralyzing wafture of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's bitch like a machine, making the bed creaking like a room full of rocking chairs and genus Selene's tits bounce and roll like two weewee balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her tit, all the while fucking her with sinewy swinging of his pelvis. His knife-like barbed buttocks was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his read/write head, looking at Molly's round ass to a lesser extent 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 brim against the hoop, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the incredible stimulant in her pussy and whoreson, mollie was moaning in delight, gyrating her pelvic girdle while Selene feasted on her pleasant-tasting puss and Baltoh licked every corner of her asshole with the boldness rubbing against his face, loving the void taste.

"Oh god !"Molly cried out, having an orgasm that shook her to the point that she thought that she would flow apart like a house of cards.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop licking as she experienced an anatomical earthquake of sultry gratification. As the sexual climax came to an end, molly dismounted Selene as if her boldness was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the Tour De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the sassing of her pussy. genus Selene sat up, her face and hair wet with Molly's juice, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the nip that filled their mouths.

"Oh please fuck me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her face against Baltoh's."Give it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his stopcock 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 excitation, molly grasped his cock and guided it to her twat, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to lift herself up off her knee just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the headspring against her backtalk and tried to guide on it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size. Gripping her by the pelvic girdle, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her scream as if she had just been stabbed. molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to process the huge shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to deform her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, genus Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy look her face, finally getting back at her for the political party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a tender osculation, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and nail down down on his boldness. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to form, probing her slit with his clapper and working his brim against the incoming. With her whole body shaking, molly began shifting back and Forth River to the side of meat, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some expiation out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her friend with a long and ennoble buss. Their knife passed their lips and began to swirl and wind around each other, forming glistening duds of wetness between their mouths. Together they formed a pyramid of delight, and the longer they were in this perspective, the more energetic molly was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more exuberance and even managing to put up a few in of bouncing.

eyesight that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to take it to the next level. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juices off his face."shuffle her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned molly around on his cock so that her book binding was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her scream in pain like the first time. He lifted her up with ease, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled Molly back down onto his dick. She screamed again, this time with some pleasure in her interpreter. He lifted her up a third time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a smile, he began moving her like a giant fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little effort. It took her a patch, but in metre, she began to take immeasurable pleasance in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her body and lifting her up and down, Molly was rubbing her pussy in bliss, which was stretched to its downright maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh screw !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the elbow grease off her naked body.

belongings her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own body, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his ball chemise was an indistinguishable fuzz. molly's riot and moans were silenced and replaced with a deep gagging phone. Her middle rolled back into her head and her body became limp as she tried to process the intense aesthesis blasting through her vein. Baltoh's turncock was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her legs were completely numb. This was worlds beyond any fucking she had ever received with a homo, and her dead body could barely cope with the dynamic pounding that Baltoh's bulging manhood was inflicting on her. The rough slamming of her bitch brought about climax after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to hold on to charm his breath. He lowered molly down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."mollie, are you ok ?"

"Don't headache, she's fine. I kept a faithful eye on her physical and mental state to cause sure I didn't endanger her or inflict any actual damage. Her genius has just been completely overwhelmed by the sensory faculty she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasm she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced seizure. It's completely harmless, her brain is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, genus Selene licked her brim and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her acquaintance's essence off his cock. After slurping up every drop of pussy 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 puss like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten bit, molly began to stir, waking back up. Hearing her humming of debilitation, Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of Molly, rubbing her breasts against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in pleasure and her eyes dash outdoors.

As Baltoh moved back and Forth River inside Molly, Selene kissed her neck opening and rubbed their naked soundbox 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 twist away. Instead he used the lubrication of her succus to slide his turncock between her firm ass impudence like a frankfurter in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky opinion of her soft chassis as he diverted the head back into Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of Molly, genus Selene purred as her twat was stretched like a rubber band and her oily juice dripped into molly's spread ass. Baltoh began moving back and forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could keep grinding his cock in between mollie's unruffled ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire rooster into her hungry cunt. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with debauched muscular solidus, Selene couldn't stop herself from moaning in cristal. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked body rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulation.

"That's rectify babe, fuck me !"Selene groaned as her horniness made her boldface and excited.

After a few minutes of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to molly, pushing his glistening turncock into her deliciously cushy pussy, using the wetness from genus Selene as lube.

"Oh god, that feels so dear !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full speed while genus Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning women, fucking one for respective minutes before moving to the former. As they took tour being fucked, Selene and Molly were running their handwriting and touching themselves, though with Molly having her cover to genus Selene, she had to mostly meet herself with rubbing her own puss or fingering her lover's asshole.

"Please, let me suck it. I really want to fellate it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his rooster out of genus Selene as she got off her admirer. Desperate as a shot whore, mollie turned and tried to figure out Baltoh's pecker, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"mollie whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her back talk against the tip, leaving a large glob of spitting. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her ally's spit and vaginal fluids as if her life depended on it. While mollie blew Baltoh, Selene was on all quaternary by the headboard, spitting onto her script and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, baby, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The hybrid bit his lip in nervousness as the meaning hit him like a slap from a wet manus, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with doubt and the last affair he wanted to do was do the woman he loved any physical discomfort, her words did give him an easing lovingness. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no lie, neither to him or herself. She truly did trust him and be intimate him.

Molly sat back, a aspect of astonishment on her font as she realized that now was her prison term to supply the two fan with some place. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a line of kisses up her rachis and along her shoulder joint and cervix, making her purr at his jot."Are you for certain 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 buss to the back of the ear and then sat up.

"Wait, let me help oneself,"molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's ebony ass nerve and stretched her whoreson with her halfway fingers. Convulsing her cheeks, molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a small watercourse flowed down in between the moist sassing of her pussy. Taking a recondite breathing space, Baltoh pressed the fountainhead of his cock against her anele asshole and slowly tried to push it in. Immediately, he grunted from the denseness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the forefront in ; it was like trying to fuck a safe band for a lobster nipper. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every glob of spittle she could gather onto the drumhead of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a hanker crack in the floor with his tail as he finally managed to pop the head of his tool 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 teething dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or retard down.

Now that he had worked the head in, the hardest function was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and mollie had used to lube her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push forward, millimeter by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to withstand the concentration while Molly supportably spread Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her hairsbreadth, kissing her au naturel material body, and even working her finger between Selene's leg.

Time passed, the minutes on the Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each column inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his member halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to actuate. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could pervade 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 to get accustomed to the majuscule mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to draw in out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and flinch. Keeping his head inside, he came to a arrest and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her head up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to proceed slowly, Baltoh could finally withdraw note of how goodness 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 turncock. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all position equally, and while it was clenching with incredible military unit, it was a much more natural fit.

Burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave Selene a min before retracting his phallus, this time pulling it back in a single stroke. genus Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's cock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that feels so good. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her head down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft kiss on her back and stood up, unable to make out her on his knees due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to take up a behind and regular rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the majority of his manhood. Standing up over her, he was almost jump as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in retentive slow strokes, turning her hums into groan of bliss that were slowly growing in book as he grew in amphetamine. While he rocked her world, Molly was behind her with her face buried in Selene's exposed cunt, taking the opportunity to start out going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a degraded pace and the flat was filled with the sounds of Selene's ass slapping against his second joint and her glorious moans of pleasure, both from the anal penetration and her honorable protagonist gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old business firm as it struggled to care the downward slams of Baltoh plunging into genus Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top focal ratio and was slamming her cocksucker with such speed and power that it would forever be as loose as a distich of sweat pants. Selene was giving a never-ending sidesplitter of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all flavor from the shank down except the sensation of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her trunk convulsing as dateless sense impression shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as limp as rag and collapsed on her face, panting heavily and trying not to slip away out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his hammer from her anus, which was gaping undecided and refused to return to its original size. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her rima oris, oceanic abyss throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavouring of Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a dense 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 call for a second to rest. She deserves to feel as good as I did."

Molly moved to the foot of the bed and got on all four, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the tintinnabulation give so that Baltoh could spit into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't worry, it won't be as hard as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my ducky,"She said with a sexy wink.

Baltoh gave a commonplace smile and got back on his knee, moving over to her and pressing the header of his dick against her motherfucker. Gritting his dentition against the tightfistedness, he slowly began working himself in with mollie hollering in transport. While she was still incredibly compressed, she had been right when she said that she was well-heeled than genus Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal retentive sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her hollers were mixed with screaming of pain.

Baltoh was able-bodied to get all the way inside her in just two moment, much faster than with Selene. Gripping Molly's hips, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her representative to increase in intensity while his speed slowly rose. Before retentive, her ass was smacking against his thighs with the like splendiferous clapping sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to give up it up to his maximum speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet grinning on her face, and the unparalleled sexual love in her center. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the buss, Baltoh went up to his top speed, fucking molly's asshole so voiceless and so fast that the auditory sensation she was making almost sounded inhuman and the scape of his stopcock could barely be discerned in the speedy movements, all while Selene gently ran her deal across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly trashy cry as Baltoh gave her a thunderous coming. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deeply gaping crater. mollie collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't take for out much longer. My toughness has run out and I'm close to reaching my orgasm,"he panted.

"funny story, you've been fighting nonstop flight for thousands of years, but a partner off women from Earth can leave you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the cheek. She then looked at her booster."molly, how about we finish him the Saami way we finish each early ?"

Tired but more than willing, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd love to."

With mollie to his right field and Selene to his left hand, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two adult female moved closer to each other, interlocking their leg and getting into the scissoring position with Baltoh's cock between their pussies. Gyrating their hips, the two women began grinding the sass of their cunts against the shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became heavy as the soft hide rubbed against his gumshoe in a way standardised to a deal job. Just the mental intuitive feeling and the image were as good as the forcible experience, both for him and his lover and sexual acquaintance. Selene and molly were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his peter against their tumefy cunt, loving the feeling the hot member against the sassing, their smooth second joint rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several thick watercourse of semen shot out and up from the top dog, far more than any even human amount. The white outflow covered Selene and Molly's lap, basically glazing their slit in sperm. Staying pressed together, Selene and Molly slowly scraped the semen off his shaft and resettled on his legs, scissoring to the point in time of orgasm as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seed sliding between their suave wet kitty-cat and the softness of each former's lips.

Having climaxed, the two charwoman separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm cell that covered and filled their kitty-cat as if it were drinking chocolate sirup. After every glob was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his sides like warm cats.

"That truly was most pleasurable,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in tired agreement with their faces buried his pectus. With a grinning, Baltoh sat up for a consequence to let his wing extend from his torso, them wrapped them around the charwoman's naked bodies and sealed them in a cocoon of passion.

"I'm so sword lily we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able to hold open her eyes open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and hungry for cock,"mollie replied, giving a low stint and rubbing her nipples against Baltoh's bare chest.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her fingers around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't invite me too often,"molly then said.

Selene opened her oculus and looked at molly."What's wrong ?"

"Nothing. I would love to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in making love, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together most of the meter, and this isn't a relationship for three. Consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blond beauty and licking Baltoh's cum out of every corner of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire low-pitched eubstance is completely asleep and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that concentrated every day of the week, but I also know that you truly hateful that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a grin, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the mouth. Kept warm by his trunk oestrus from their naked bodies pressed together and the blanket-like annex, Selene and molly slowly drifted to slumber with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his breast. With a smile on his fount, Baltoh rested his cheek against the top of Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few 60 minutes later in the middle of the Nox, fully rejuvenated. Selene and mollie were still pressed against him in the same situation, their naked torso feeling unbelievable against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fears were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't stir in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his foot, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their blazon were wrapped around each former's raw bodies, their nipples were touching, and their frontal bone were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his physical structure. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping women. They both looked so peaceable, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could climb under the covers with them and shine asleep with their naked bodies pressed against his, but after the initiative night he spent with genus Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not run a risk isolating himself from New House of York urban center when there were now six demon that could strike at any meter. Even with the garden angelica around, the Death bell would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the pilus 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 face pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made love, and to Baltoh, it was the corking month of his life sentence, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple times, he and Selene would get together and act out that sugared passionate chemical bond. Baltoh could not get enough of genus Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine beauty, and loved her for her odoriferous soul and stamp heart. Selene was very similar in that heed, in that nothing could ever assuage her desire to turn on and suck Baltoh's sinewy cock. sure as shooting, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being intimate with Baltoh was turning her into a godforsaken hellcat, as if her law of proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a Demon in the sack. She just couldn't mapping without either walking bowlegged after being bait like a wild maria or was about to be.

Every mo that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their trunk together in that loving physical bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as a lot time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's past and trying to check as much as he could about the charwoman he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to learn as much as she could about the way his head worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to speak of, she instead asked him about things like philosophy, history, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the gears in his brain turned. She also asked him doubt about the existence and Hell, not specifically what underworld itself was like as she had before, but instead about the citizenry he had met, the engagement he had fought, the adventures he had experienced, and his remembering from life in the inferno. There were also interrogative about his activity on Earth, as when genus Selene discovered just how much collected time he had spent in the world of the living since his birth, she found that they had a lot more than to spill about than she thought.

He also got to expend sentence with Molly, who treated him the Lapp way she treated genus Selene. His relationship with her was the first 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 acquaintance. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to sympathize what it meant to socialize. Then of course there was the sex. Molly often joined the two buff for threesomes, her thirst for Baltoh's cock and Selene's twat bringing her to the apartment a few fourth dimension a week. Baltoh certainly didn't mind, as he enjoyed fucking her like a machine, and Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and mollie with her, as if her worldly concern was complete.



The six monster all stood around a little campfire of human being bones from their death meal, deep below the metropolis. All eyes were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in bearing of this task. Only he could seduce the decision for the following footmark to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would come after or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle disturbance out on the fringe. He had slain the lone animate being while it fed on a drug freak passed out in an alley, only to have his attending drawn back to Selene's apartment through the feather he had given her. Through the link between he and genus Selene, he could sense neat care and botheration, and knew without a shadower of a doubt that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another III with her and Molly, and now both cleaning woman were in danger.

He was flying through the metropolis faster than an armor-piercing fastball, creating a impulse 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 much tycoon that every window in the buildings lining the streets was reduced to powderise and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the quad behind him into a snowstorm of glass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a enraged scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his sword in helping hand and his dentition and claw sharpening in his fury. Whoever it was that dared attack genus Selene, he would realize them have the tortures of the pits a thousand meter over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming impalpable before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment edifice had been brutally murdered and genus Selene's unit was in ruining, with all the piece of furniture smashed to while and the paries shredded with claw bull's eye. Selene was gone and in the center of the apartment lay Molly, the aliveness torn from her tormented soundbox. The island board had been ripped disembarrass of the kitchen floor and moved into the midpoint of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a medieval torture wrack, her wrists and ankle joint nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to mollie's lifeless corpse, his heart wide and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the forged torturing of pit, but seeing her, the cleaning woman he considered his dear friend and had been physically familiar with, lying there on that board was more than he could stomach. Her entire pelvic neighborhood had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point in time where her pelvis was crushed into matchwood and her peg were barely clinging to her body. Her second joint as ass cheeks were riddled with bite marks and had ball ripped out of them from when the Demons decided to try out her delicate bod. Her breasts had been reduced to thick all-fired strips, having been carved and cut up in pointless overrefinement to make her suffer. Her digit were conk out and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbed conducting wire. Her head was barely connected to her body, her pharynx having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow up ogre spermatozoon. Her boldness had been ripped open, most likely by stroke when the Demons took turns raping her mouth. Her eyelids had been cut off so that she could not blink and the eyes themselves had been carved out. Her auricle had been ripped off and she teeth Deutsche Mark along her throat. Last but certainly not least, her boldness was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by Demon sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hand shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's lifeless soundbox, holding it tightly."I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to come about to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will revenge you, sugariness person,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his brow.

In his bosom, the opinion he had developed for her were now like toxicant in his vein as he mourned her departure. However they did it, the daemon had tortured Molly far longer than the signaling of Selene's peril had been felt. Most in all probability, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still departed, probably kept from waking up through a devil trance. Everyone in the apartment building had been killed so that the police wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able to stop the demon, but they would have been an annoyance and an pause. After all the eon he had spent being tortured in Scheol as a legion of human mortal, he could well imagine the pain she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's care was suddenly pulled from mollie by a reverberance sound. Situated on one of the stools form the island board, Selene's earpiece sat two m away, ringing as if zippo had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the cruelty through the line without even holding the phone. Trying to keep his biliousness in checkout, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a rattling piece of technology that these humans have invented. The power to verbalize to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's vocalization remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your death stock-purchase warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will make you lose Sir Thomas More agony than all the prisoners of the pits across all of chronicle. I will bring down Thomas More pain on you than your whip incubus for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain sensation that Molly went through. I will show no clemency for what you did to her,"he said, his voice icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't worry, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde female child was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to cite she served as a ripe example. But damn, she sure could study a peter and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts unfastened like stinking melons. Hmmm, delicious. But the best voice was how she screamed your name."

"Every Logos you speak will be another million mentation that race through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would check the threat if I were you. We haven't touched Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my tail so that I can feel that soundbox of hers, and boy, it sure is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her brass as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breath."What do you need ?"

"Your help. Once the sun comes up in a few minute, we shall make our move. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also prevent us safe from the forces of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep every Angel and Archangel out of our affairs. If any of us sees so much as a bingle feather while we are working, I assure you that my associates and I will spend every second of our lives tormenting this petty bitch in ways learned straight from the victor of Torture themselves. She will endure to a greater extent than any human, living or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better keep the holy person engaged, because if you fail, Selene will consider being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in store for her."



The sun slowly rose with a brilliant rosy red shade, giving Abaddon a maniacal grinning as he thought about the line soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical center of New House of York metropolis, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby back street, Selene was tied up with the tail of Abaddon's last remaining Gargoyle, shivering as the breeze kissed her naked frame the Sami way Baltoh had as well as mollie, who's dead physical structure she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her nerve was streaked with tears at the frightful vision of Molly's bloody butchered carcass and the feel of frightful helplessness that flowed through her veins like ice water system.
She had woken up, her bed hollow, and mollie's clothes still on the floor. She got up to await for her friend, wanting to go back to sleep clutching molly's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the feeling of her piano skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to bump mollie and maybe eat petty late-night snack off her white meat, and instead found her easily friend and lesbian lover nailed to her island table, getting her innards ripped out and eaten by four fiend while the fifth raped her mouth.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her pocketbook on her bedside table and just managing to touch the plumage and alarum Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my sexy petty jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and drinking in the fear in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its buns, silently crying over the last of her booster and praying for the man she loved to come save her. She wanted to scream, to call out for someone to help her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a sound, he would cut off her tits, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a cryptic breathing space and stretched. The meter had finally come. Dredging up his power, he crouched down and slammed his manus on the terra firma, casting a enchantment and sending out an push signal his comrades to do the same."Demon Art : horror Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy spirit level, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the prospect. Flying in formation, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a stony expression on his nerve and sword in hand.

Raphael drew his claymore mine and pointed it at him."What the Hell are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you pass,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his steel to his position.

growling, Michael materialized his blade as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no advantageously than they were ! You've been on the demon'face since the origin !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at rosemary, who had a very tense and guarded look on her font but curiosity in her eyes."No, I am not on the Demons'side. They are holding the char I love, and in return for her prophylactic return, I must keep you from interfering. Do not arrest it against me, for I am doing this only to get her back."

"One human is not worth the whole existence !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his blade raised. He swung his blade diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a baby swinging his instructor's cadence ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his sword and plunged it into Michael's chest, right below the philia.

The brand burst out his backbone and Michael vomited a huge spatter of blood. The other garden angelica stared in seismic disturbance at the merciless injury and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his leaf blade relinquish, tearing out cartoon strip of Michael's chassis that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the 2d time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood streaming from his mouth.

"That should exhibit you how dedicated I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his brand to splatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key breaker point where the symbol had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their bridge player on the ground, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"Demon Art : Inferno abysm Summoning !"



"saint Art : Saint Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six Demon position, lay off their spells at all price !"Gabriel cast, using the spell to contact all the Angels in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"saint Art : Crusaders cathedral evocation,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its property, a massive cathedral built solely out of a ace bit of marble. The windows of the deluxe church service were all colored and ornately arranged to organize montage of saints, made with inhuman skill and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the bang-up oak doors was a rose window, made of glass immix with gold and ash grey to form a sun surrounded by stars. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angel, all in airs of prayer or Polemonium caeruleum, and the bell pillar was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their steel in hand but resting with the confidential information on the ground, as if they were waiting for fight. At the very top of the tower was a clay dove, holding an olive branch in its beak.
Not even seeing the duomo, the multitude in the street and nearby building fled at the original structure's collapse. Slowly, the doors opened and backer streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scene. The Crusading Cathedral worked on Angels in the Lapplander way the Conjuring graveyard worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of existence to help whoever had summoned the duomo. In this pillowcase, all the Angels that were on their way to try and stop the daemon had now been teleported to the vista of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."saint Art : rosary Restraints."Countless strand of rosary beading were shot down at the Angels, tying them all up so that they could not allow for and lash out the ogre."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to observe genus Selene secure, even if that means taking parting in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his blade and about to charge.

"time lag,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, putting her hand on Gabriel's shoulder to hold back him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to destroy the ground, 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 duty beset upon us, so let's stop argument and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each cause equalise in worthiness !"she said with awful firmness in her part. Holding out her paw, Rosmarinus officinalis brought forth her broadsword into being."From this point on, there is no more judgement. You will hold aught against us and we will nurse nothing against you. We fight with laurels, using only our blade, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both garden angelica flew towards him and brought their blade down towards his brain, but he blocked them with his own with slight effort. His seat suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raffaello Santi who had tried a sneak attack from behind. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosmarinus officinalis back, then delivered a deep slash across their tummy and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the ground, rosemary quickly cast a healing piece on herself. While her anatomy and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his hood, even as he turned and smacked aside a theology ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not see our gaze ? Are you afraid to attend upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : Halo saucer !"she called, pulling a range of halos from the one above her principal and throwing them at him.

"Demon Art : Tombstone Shield,"Baltoh said in little more than a whisper.

A table-sized grave mark appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the thrown halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a delirium of stab and gash from Gabriel as if he were moving in dense motion.

"fiend Art : Dark Shackles."From the metal band around his wrist, several bladed chains shot Forth River like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you oppose us now with so often shame when you have shown no vacillation in striking down an Archangel before ? Why do you overtake us so easily, but fight care you haven't slept in three daylight ?'rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of Feather arrow at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the flack. Rosmarinus officinalis shot forward with Caucasian flaming streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his defense lawyers to block her approach, deflecting the strike with a lazy swing of his sword, still keeping his face cast in shadow. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like rosemary, his blade was burning with white flames, increasing the penetrating power so that it could let on even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the cross's back, lodging the tip in the upstanding muscularity but unable to go in past the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the steel Pierce his pulp. Instead, he pointed his digit at Rosmarinus officinalis with a sinister sphere of vim charging at the tip of his claw."Demon Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense eruption of shadow energy that was so prominent in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her shape badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed framework of the remains of her outfit. ‘ Why do you present remorse, but not ail ? Why do you finally let us impress you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to forget our attempt or punish yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the sword from his hand with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a perpendicular rail line down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain in the neck and ineffectual to maintain his elevation, Raffaello Sanzio landed in the street in a kitty of his own roue.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to sneak away to go stop over Abaddon. With his hand hobble and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."devil Art : pincer hummer,"he cast, launching his talons like one shot from mini hitman at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like trench mortar shells as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor bullets and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"holy man Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel cast, finally breaking unfreeze of his straightjacket of nether region chains.

Upon the name of the spell, a car-sized wooden interbreeding fell out of the sky, flat towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land square on the top of his head, it touched his aureole and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her feet, having healed her burns and repaired her dress. ‘ You used to be so calm and hardened, your burning hatred under control and compacted like a superstar. Now it seems like the heat and world power is still there, but the flames have died out, leaving only suntan. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so much choler in your heart, so much hatred ?'

With hollo of conclusion, she and Gabriel shot towards Baltoh with their swords burning with white fire, desperate to deliver any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his head to try and bear a killing strike and Rosemary went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attention. Baltoh swung his brand to forget Gabriel's attack, but before rosemary could strike, he reached out and stabbed him through the decently lung with his mitt, sending his clawed fingerbreadth bursting out of a goggle hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his hindquarters and stabbed rosemary through the tummy, running her through as if she were made of paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"rosemary whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosmarinus officinalis and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to aid them with their injuries as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Angelica Archangelica decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power levels one finis time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their energy into their swords. In their meat, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and shell him.

holloa in both defeat and conclusion, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their blade held back, set up 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 belly, cutting so mysterious that he had been just a few in away from completely severing their scummy bodies. Their torsos cut open and unable to walk, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on decease's threshold. unable to break free of the rosary chemical chain that held them like piano conducting wire, the crowd of Angel could do nil but lookout in horror and dread as their leaders crawled across the basis like louse, beaten and exhausted. The four battler grouped together, desperate to come up up with some form of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every combat we ever had just been a plot to him ? Have we always been this weak and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up blood from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the front, he gets us with his brand. plan of attack from the sides, he blocks with his extension. Attack from prat, he lashes out with that damned tail. We can't even tucker him with turn because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Santi muttered, holding his glowing hired hand between the two halves of his organic structure and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many harm on us, so I always assumed our office levels were actually close. But now, he's going for profligate. He's never truly gone after our life,"Gabriel panted, his mentum streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to occasion.

rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her script to keep her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us short, we wouldn't have even been able to draw our steel. He just wants to observe us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his kernel and fight for the woman he loves, the one adult female who can truly admit away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his friends."I'll hold him off, you three Leigh Hunt that Demon down and stop his plans. There is only one way I can even possess a opportunity of matching his durability, just seduce for certain it doesn't go to wasteland,"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 proficiency ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to face Baltoh without his steel."You're inviolable than us, Baltoh ; it's impossible for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're stronger, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his powerful hired man towards his leftover wrist.

"angel Art : Final Crucifixion ! devil Art : Debt recovery !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

Two crossbreed rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces pale in fright. But even though the Cross were summoned, the tour did not fully activate due to Baltoh's ascendancy. A Brobdingnagian skeletal hand then burst and grabbed rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary chains, I swear on everything between nirvana and Hell that I will kill them. Move your hand an column inch and I will lead up the crucifixion for your brothers and their deaths will be on your scruples. I have nothing against the girl, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The impasse was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the Archangels all sensed the demon complete their spells. Across New House of York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their come up artifact rose up from the semi-permeable portal site to Hell. The objects they had summoned were house-sized cauldron, adorned with engravings of human being being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid fire. The mouth of the cauldrons were actually portals, leading heterosexual person to the Lake of Fire in the plaza of Inferno. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the caster would pull their enemies into it and burn them in the inferno. However, they would all function unlike aim on this day.

In the centre of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his Horror dagger began to glow and sent out a wave of dark vim like an EMP. The Wave stretched out in all centering like the beginnings of a tsunami, having no affect on the urban center itself but supercharging the perdition abyss. Upon receiving the strengthening transmission, the five cauldron all barb geysers of hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as ancestry with inkiness clouds and the sun became dark as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldrons changed their purpose, no longer pulling matter into Hell but instead sending them out.

fence of red sparkle and Hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each early with the red lighting forming a pentagram around all of New House of York urban center with the revulsion Obelisk in the nerve centre and the Hellfire encircling it all in a massive ring. Upon the pattern's completion, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the world as the annulus of hellfire tore through the dimensional barrier between Earth and Hell like a cookie stonecutter. Across the ball, people were panicking as they tried to translate what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New York was instantly incinerated in the wall of red region. Even the H2O flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on impinging with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to happen, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to struggle Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The Angelica Archangelica quickly followed suit, praying that they would be able to override whatever had happened. Baltoh was the kickoff to get at the Horror Obelisk, followed by the Angelica Archangelica. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his chap Demons. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as darkness as evenfall, the Demons were no longer unseeable, scaring off any people who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its tail, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to cut the minginess in his thorax as he looked at her, searching for any foretoken of trauma or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"Scheol, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were able to soften the barrier between cosmos and open the portal to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly pass, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will sink in between the dimensions, and once it gets good between them, it shall be obliterated and the reliable doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from Hell. You should say good-bye to New York, because it will be a contribution of earthly concern for only another two hebdomad, and in a month it will be obliterated and a avowedly inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its place. This urban center is essentially a hot ember on a sheet of paper, burning through and creating a muddle that can not be fixed.

If you want someone to thank, ferment to Baltoh. Only by retrieving routine and pieces of his Department of Energy from jumping between dimension were we able to create a portal stable enough for a few of us to draw through. You have no idea how many eon we had to wait in infernal region to amass enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his eyes downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clenched fists.

True to Abaddon's Holy Writ, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the background by the thousands, popping up like weeds and streaming into the air in packs so dense that they looked like pillars of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the urban center, but were unable to come about the burn ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a nautical mile above the wall of Hellfire. Until the portal was truly opened, the violence of Hades could get into New House of York, but they could not leave and neither could humankind get in. Following the unmindful pawns, Demons began to come out by the dozens, laughing at their impendent exemption as they began feasting on the masses of New York.

"Even if you destroy this dagger or the Inferno Abysses, you will not hold back the appendage. The threshold has already been carved, now we just need to hold off for this city to dip between universes and open it up. There is no way you can finish it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, dedicate me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instruction. You promised me you would return Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burning like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is disembarrass to go. deal back your weakness."

Upon the mastery of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her feet and released her. Nearly falling to the ground, Selene stared at Baltoh with wide optic as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the same state of matter, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their arms around each other, holding each former tightly as they each breathed in sweet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this happen to you and Molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just glad I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her nerve in the side of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a script on his shoulder joint and was case to brass with Michael, who had a much softer expression his expression."This is a incline of you that I have never seen, this woman has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how hard we just fought, I think I can finally commit you in your firmness to face these monster. Don't get me wrong ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a musical score to finalize after this, but I think it's time for us to finally work on the Lapplander side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his steel slung over his shoulder and one of his rare smiles on his human face."So, if my information is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of trouble, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a demon. However, you made one fatal flaw in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting reinforcing stimulus, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the ground.

Instantly, all the Demons and Gargoyles New York shielded their center as blinding rays of prosperous light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the metropolis. Descending from the center of the light were one thousand of saint and dozens of Archangels, entering the null-space of New York and ready for conflict. The U. S. Army of Heaven landed on the roof 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 sword. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapons, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"genus Selene, I have to get you to safety,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just predict me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her backtalk against his once again.

Even surrounded by devil and Angel, Baltoh allowed himself to love the kiss, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something shot him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the hint being ripped from his lungs. genus Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the systema skeletale of a snake and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the monumental struggle that was imminent just a few instant ago was now stopped as every backer, Gargoyle, garden angelica, and demon stared at the two lovers. With panoptic optic, Abaddon looked up at a Demon standing on a nearby edifice. The brute was laughing as it drew another javelin from the back of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a traitor.

But while the Demon was bragging about his killing, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"Selene gasped as blood began to pour from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his judgment unable to swear out the sight of her wound. Her whole consistence palpitation, Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of black flames flared up and began to consume her. Selene shrieked in hurting as the fire ate away at her with incredible speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no topic how much power her put into the spell, her weak homo body was the staring fuel for the Demonic flame and she was being destroyed faster than he could restitute her. He clutched her tightly as the blackamoor fire moved out in all steering, reducing her dead body to ash in seconds. Not only was it destroying her consistence, but her soul as well, meaning that she would cease to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flames moved up her chest, practically erasing her from macrocosm.

Baltoh tried to verbalize but his vocal cords failed to work, leaving him deaf-mute. He just looked at her, his sass hanging open as he desperately tried to verbalise. Even though he couldn't say anything, genus Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her lips against his before the black flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's weapons system closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his whole body vibration and air refusing to enter or forget his lungs. All the Angels and Archangels were soundless, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatized hybrid lowered his shaking hand, scooping up the ashes that had once been the woman he loved. He stared at the black pulverization in his palms, shifting and splashing as his bust slowly dripped into them, the first tears that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his finger's breadth and two streaks of crying ran down his face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a recondite breath and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a normal volume, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and spread across the ball. Everywhere, people turned their attention away from the hellish sky and their prayers as the howl reached their ear, so saturated with Baltoh's pain in the neck that they struggled to not be brought to their articulatio genus by its weight unit. The sound was so heavy, so mournful, and so painful, that everyone who heard it could literally experience Baltoh's pain sensation in their own pump, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the humans were unable to stomach as the sorrowfulness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the hardest due to their proximity to him, and all the Archangels fought with all their might not to set down their swords as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an electric stupor. Even the monster and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sort of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stop, and the unhurt worldly concern fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the earth, waiting to see what would materialize. Everyone ducked as fall apart spyglass suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the metropolis simultaneously shattering into pulverization. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to appear in the ground around him. In a great clangor, a pool-sized volcanic crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted tomfool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature crack cocaine wrapped around Baltoh, picking up genus Selene's ashes and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his base, his face downcast and hidden by his hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight of his energy. The Gargoyles and angel fell out of the sky like birds passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the ground gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his flank, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the level ground, facing Abaddon and the Horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my love, my power, and my hatred,"he hissed, his face hidden in fantasm but his centre glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning aura began to elevate, floating five feet above him. As he raised his annex and pointed them at the glory, a tremor ran through both Rosmarinus officinalis and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you insane ? !"rosemary shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in battlefront of him vertically with his four flank outstretched around it, holding it in lieu like four fingers around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any other, his most brawny proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie garden angelica trying to lessen the Gargoyle population in the pits. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like magnate it unleashed,"Rosemary said, answering the same doubtfulness as asked by Raphael.

"It's a spell so powerful that it has no name and originates from neither light nor iniquity. It is strong enough to hide the Masters of torture and Titans. Even the Hell Princes are mistrustful of its power !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyro between the steer of his flank

"Every fourth dimension he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the process. It is a jet of pure zip straight from his mortal, the collective hatred of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one waterspout of ability that puts Archangel and demon spells to shame. If he uses that spell here, he could extinguish the entire planet,"Rosmarinus officinalis gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in speed, Baltoh released an animalistic bellow of ire and frustration with tears streaming from his outer space. Finally, the aureole was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of light with get-up-and-go streaming Forth River in ambient waves.

"Damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the cosmos if you use that !"Rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulse, he released the neon blast at Abaddon and his group. It was so brilliant that no one could look directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel Falls and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a one hundred foot wide before it reached the Horror Obelisk. Using the nicety play magic spell, Abaddon was just barely able-bodied to get to safety as the attack obliterated the other five devil, the dagger, and everything else in its path. The bang continued expanding and flying, vaporizing edifice, Gargoyles, daemon, and everything else that was caught in its track.

Carving a massive scar across New York metropolis, the blast soared past the fence of red region and Mae West out across the landscape, growing larger and more muscular as it consumed all the issue in front of it. Lucky for the Earth, the planetary bender took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and high-pitched instead of staying parallel to the ground. By the fourth dimension it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few miles and was shooting through blank as a wad laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the death that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roar of anger, charging a blast to maximum power in just a couple on endorsement. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to parry just a nanosecond before the clap was fired, this time at a slightly bring down Angle to the Northeast. Just like the foremost, the second neon blast instantly expanded in diam with phenomenal speed, growing to be a hundred cadence wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The bam carved another massive scar across New York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower angle, the blast basically dove into the ocean, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal torpedo, sending giant tidal waves in all directions as it tore straight through the isle of Newfoundland, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the land masses in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a crushing scar on the Earth's encrustation before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the showtime time, Baltoh fired his third base blast immediately, swinging it up to watch Abaddon in midair. The onset finally got him, annihilating the daemon 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, it seemed like nothing would happen, then everyone gasped as a personal credit line of bubbling mushroom clouds appeared across the surface, visible from ground. To everyone's revulsion, the moon itself was split in twain, having been carved in one-half by the good time with the two half jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every consistency of water on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive bang as the splitting of the moon caused a ruinous gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the pee either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the satellite's nub. Already, tsunamis were sweeping across Brobdingnagian stretches of kingdom, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other Angel and garden angelica combined their power and cast a repairing barrier on the moon, trying to put the two one-half back together before the legal injury to the globe became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and devil hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The bright streak engulfed unnumbered edifice as it grew, and while most of the Demons were capable to dodge the flak, respective remaining unity and all the Gargoyles were ineffectual to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a flood, converting their very atoms into pure energy as they were dematerialized by the raw major power.

He began charging his fifth blast, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would happen, and in so much botheration that he wanted to hold open blasting until he died or the cosmos was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would evaporate New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't forethought, he just wanted the pain to go away.

Just as he was about to fire, he stopped, his whole organic structure as still as a statue from the feeling of flaccid script pressed against his boldness. A brace of glowing white Angel wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the proprietor was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his head and his wings fell slack. His solid soundbox trembling, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smile and all the dearest in her eyes. She was wearing a whiten dress and hovering over her head teacher was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my dear sweet Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could experience come back Oklahoman, but it took time to become an Angel. God stepped in just in time to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kiss.

As their lip separated, a stinging pain stabbed his brain as he realized the unfathomable amount of destruction he had just brought forth for no reason. Gripping his capitulum, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knees with tears falling from his eyes as he considered all the innocent citizenry he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her weapon system around his cervix, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were still animated and I gave into my choler. I killed all those the great unwashed because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be saint and sent us here to avail you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her head teacher. Baltoh looked in the focusing she was motioning to and spotted Molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smiling on her facial expression and a halo above her head. Miraculously, the niggling harpy had gotten into Heaven.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would experience made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the fortune to save as many lifetime as you have taken,"genus Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so pitiful, Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The return lovers suddenly jerked as all of New House of York City began to stir, experiencing a monumental free fall in raising. Descending an inch every second, the urban center began to drop into the planet. Rising up from the margin of Hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional cakehole in the Earth, a dome of smuggled smoke formed above New York, separating New York from the planet physically and visibly while it sank deeper and deeper, descending five base below sea level in a undivided minute.

With genus Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his pes, completely drained of energy but entire of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the Demons and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the metropolis or going back to sin to plan for the future attack, and the forces of Heaven were still trying to indemnify the moon. Baltoh looked back as genus Selene wrapped her fingers around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can speak 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 table in the office of the city manager.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the Angels or Archangels hiding their existence. The room was willed with people, including the new city manager ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the chieftain of law, all the Archangels, Baltoh, Selene, several holy person, and multiple human congresswoman for the people of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the threshold had been established, and a state of emergency had been declared and New House of York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the dry land that it was surrounded on all side by rampart of Lucy Stone in a shaft going down more than a nautical mile beneath the surface of the planet. It was like sitting at the nates of the giant well, but with the city painted red by the luminosity for the red region that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New York, every government was trying to enter out what had happened to the sky, and no thing how hard the American language government worked to hold back it a secret, the noesis that New York was obviously at the snapper of it all cattle farm. Currently, US forces were surrounding the dense black domed stadium of condensed smoke around the metropolis while the top scientists in the country tried to cipher out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fencing of hellfire on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. Nothing could get through, not even sound, light, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the outside mankind, power and running water were lost, and generators were creditworthy for any visible radiation still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the red region fences. The air was filled with fear and desperation, citizenry outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling nutrient and pee, and saying their prayers. Police were working without quietus or reprieve as the crack-up of reality brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapon if they could or link up together with citizenry who had artillery. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would have to press. The last twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to fix the damage inside and outside of the metropolis, and blessing every artillery and bullet that could be found. While the holy target would not be potent enough to adopt out a devil, a blessed shotgun shell would be decent to savage a hole in a Gargoyle's chest and kill it.

Finally, the opportunity to descend together and lead off planning had arrived, and the forces of Heaven, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to figure out some way they would outlast. 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 proportion and that bean, we can not get any humans with us. We can make people intangible though impinging, but we can not transfer that kind of power to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the net obstruction in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the slope of the shaft are what are keeping the two creation separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the open of Earth through this shaft, but without Angel Falls king, they can never penetrate the sides or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of Hellfire around the city is only about ten story high, but this stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional pouch, a babble cutting New York off from the world. Angels can surpass through it, but human and demonic force can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the planet, this will be a blessing, as it will keep this city from being incinerated by the earthly concern's core.

Long storey dead, evacuation is not and option, we can't meet the remote world, and provision can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"well then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the masses who want to agitate but can't ?"city manager Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the urban center with Angels to act as sentry go to the people,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your people, the holy man will finish them. As for the devil, we will deal them. However, their figure are most probably greater than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the host of demon and Gargoyles means nothing if the opening of the gateway will obliterate the urban center. Abaddon said that we have about a workweek before New York separates from Earth completely and a calendar month before the gateway opens in its position. We have to visualise out a way to reverse the process before then."

"Most likely the source of this problem is in inferno. 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 workplace,"Michael cursed."The violence of Hell outnumber us a M to one in terms of scrapper. If someone is a particularly avid reprobate, then Hell will become their home instead of their prison, and they will join the legion of keep masters that torture the other occupant. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the tangible hardcore bastards : the life-in-prison guy cable, the death-penalty bozo, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial killers, sequent raper, and all around sadists. These are the ones that survive hell on earth and don't just collapse into ash and later become a office of a pudding stone that forms a Demon. These guy cable are iniquity enough to become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hate and malice of humans and you have a constant downpour of foot soldiers, not to mention that there are far more Demons than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be capable to face the entireness of netherworld, their universe is as dense as a dying ace. If I were to use up on all of Scheol, they would just wash over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm unattackable enough to look them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to vacate the mental process,"Raffaello Santi said."The demon were able to open up a doorway with only human emotions and piece, so hopefully we can close it in a alike way. We just ask time to come up with an equally brawny ritual. We already destroyed the five Hell Abyss cauldrons in the five corners of the city, so we might be able to overturn the process with a promise pharos in the center of New York where the repulsion Obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the original caldron were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The demon were only able to do this because this city was a colossal hub of anger and minus energy, basically it was a heavyweight weightiness on the material of space and meter. We would bear to create an match and opposite affect in parliamentary procedure to even have a prospect, and even then, it would probably only serve as a male plug in sealing the gateway to snake pit and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough confirming energy if we combined our baron or one of us broke a rosary chain,"Rosemary suggested.

"The forces of Scheol would glut the city with their bodies before letting us foil their programme. We have all of pit beneath us with the pain and hatred of its residents wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and garden angelica down here to impart his or her force, there is no way we could overpower the malevolent miasm of infernal region. As potent as it is, even breaking a rosary range would just be like fighting a timberland fire with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy sheriff mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to keep from just blowing his nous out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this ? The homo, I mean,"the foreman of law asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our time until we can issue forth up with a way to reverse all this. As for the citizenry, they'll just have to cope and bear what is going on. When it comes to defend, just hold sure that you get your arm blessed and you don't end up facing a daemon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary range ?"genus Selene asked as they walked through the morose halls.

"It is a forbidden technique of the Angelica Archangelica. You have noticed the rosary chains 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 legal brief but brings them up to my level of might. The Demons have a similar motion where they can break their shackles, however, both moves result in death.

A few Demons in history that broke their shackles, but only because they did not have a go at it what the toll was. As I said before, daimon absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of vanity. I actually faced one of those fiend, and for a amount of five minutes, we were on a completely even playing field. For Archangels, it's just as complicated. Upon the universe of Archangels, God puts a Navy SEAL on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after friction match's rebellion. Michael threatened to unwrap a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even subject of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the barren urban center, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. thick tower of pot were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fervour and would burn up to the reason, since the fire fighters couldn't afford to waste any water supply. The fateful seam were barely visible against the rock-and-roll walls of the jibe New York had sank through, cast with a red light from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a matter of sentence until that solid rock would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off metropolis but unable to affect it.

Was it possible for the people to survive ? To pull together and agitate 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 remain or recover your strength,"she said, wrapping her fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to make up for. I made a immense fault that took a lot of lifetime and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to rue for my Sin,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a hazard to tattle really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terms with the fact that you've died ?"
"Well, I've mostly accepted it. It's Wyrd to think that I am suddenly, especially when I think about how distraught my kinfolk will be. Molly is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel helped heal her judgment of the harm caused by what she suffered, but just the memory alone is enough to nearly drive her insane. I would give anything to be able to help her. I just have to trust we can live on this engagement and exist in peace. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be conservative. I don't think I could bear to lose you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their brim separated after the tender candy kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to salve some of your tension,"she said, opening her wings and taking to the air with him right behind her.

flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the grin on her face. Even during the end of the world, genus Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a itemization dove. Her childish giggles and rapturous grin made Baltoh block all of his troubles and concern, replacing them instead with love and joy at the sight of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tail around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New York. After a few proceedings of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony Windows like shade. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signs of dwelling. With a coy smiling, genus Selene locked the door and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprise for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her 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 give my virginity you, just like I wish I could have done when I was alert. Will you require me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her impertinence, admiring her unequalled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a smile, Selene stepped back to the foot of the bed and lowered the strap of her dress down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the prediction. She tried to pull 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 wings were pulled into her torso as if melting away.

With the wings gone, she fully removed the dress and undergarment, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous soot black manakin that drove him wild. Her breasts were still wish melon and were as business firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized ring of color and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her belly was still as prostrate as paper and faintly lined with the chant brawniness packed underneath. Her pelvic girdle had their usual comprehensiveness, with her second joint as smooth as glass and as balmy as the ear of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bound a quarter across the room while still rippling after a nice smack and would put a Brazilian stripper to shame. Between her quiet thigh, the lips of her pussy were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her dead body as if experiencing a religious wakening, completely stunned by her divine sweetheart and her unequaled sexiness. Wearing a wry smiling, Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a view of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her head on the pillow and her wings re-extended, pass around out and stretched to the point that the ends were curled up against the wall."What do you consider ? Do I reckon like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an backer,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her lovely dead body. He started first gently kissing her pes, then ran his lip against the back of her tibia, then took his prison term in licking her shine thigh with his farsighted forked natural language, taking in the yummy taste sensation of her soft skin. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing touch, driving herself tempestuous in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with Selene's legs on his berm and his fount just column inch from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet-scented flowery fragrance and his prongy clapper slithered out and began tickling the entranceway to her logic gate of heaven. Selene gave a delicate coo of arousal as Baltoh provided vast amounts of stimulation and sensations through the smallest and lightest of touches, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his sass against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sentience of discernment with her yummy juice, licking up her centre like a dog with an void earthnut butter jar. Selene gave a strident hum at his spot and ran his fingers through his hair, squirming in joy with each film of his glossa inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his tongue, checking to realize surely it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his tongue to thrill and stimulate every raw nub and flaps in her body, bringing her to her foremost orgasm in record prison term and making her call out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral exam go of Selene's dead body, spending a few seconds to cover her soft smooth belly in candy kiss before moving up to her chest. careful not to scratch her with his chela, he squeezed and massaged her breast as if they were stress-relievers, making genus Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the attendant spunk endings. Baltoh wrapped his rim around her right mamilla, sucking on it like a vacancy sporting and tugging on it, almost making genus Selene yip in pleasance.

He then moved to the pass on nipple, painting it with his tongue with the Saame energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the heart of the nighttime by inspiration. The tasting of her nipple was almost as succulent as her pussy, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the build and consistency of that vertical nub drove him wild with lust, and no affair how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a pimple right hand on her nipple, he moved past her breasts and began kissing her collarbone and her flaccid pharynx, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the capitulum. He then kissed her several times on the cheek, once on the ear, several time on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the lips, where they maintained that tie with an undying passion, separating and rejoining over and over again while their clapper swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"cum on babe, sway my world,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no topic how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel organic structure is different than my human body. From the man I love, I can finger no botheration. There is naught you can ease up me but interminable walking on air. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the rim of her waiting pussy without his script. As he slowly pushed the drumhead into the entranceway, he could experience it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her mouth and with that perfective tightness : slack enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his stallion cock into her in a single thrust and completely pulverizing her virginal membrane. genus Selene released a shakiness moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single mite of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even name how near 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 Lapplander soul,"he said as he pulled out his cock, which was glistening red from her blood.

Making sure his men weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushups and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was farseeing than the others, nearly jumping off the level 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 deepest turning point of her pussy with the power of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her legs and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his knee joint, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in walking on air every meter his muscular member was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its maximum and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his headland and kissed her, licking the corners of her lip while his glob sack slapped her ass. The buss was interrupted by a high bellowing from Selene as she had her secondly sexual climax in her new holy person trunk and Baltoh could taste the Delicious hormonal Rush on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his cover, shocked as she reinserted his shaft into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her soundbox back and Forth River, Selene rode him at an angle with her knocker jiggling with each rock and her breathing grievous from the strain on her blazon and pegleg. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the cryptical hum she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her human consistency, Selene was able to keep the position going for another 20 minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't assistance her out and cradle her with his ass. With the rampart broken, her tierce climax was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo style.

After several minute of arc of catching her breathing place, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief span of time, both with tender grinning on their faces as he ran his digit through her hair and she massaged his chest. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in rest at the the great unwashed being removed from her consistency. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass buttock, clenched between them tightly and moving the peel as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to have it off my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an Angel that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful scag from his giggling lover.

Wrapping her digit around the spear, she pressed the bulging head against the ring of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly Virgin pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides of her sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a inscrutable breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big cock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk ill-gotten,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her unadulterated ass.

Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's dick stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face twirl in the inept pleasure and listening to her hum and groan as he probed every recession of her whoreson, sending thrill throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal electric cord with the straits of his dick.

"infant, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar parsimony in his pelvic neighborhood.

"Then fulfil me up, but don't sprayer it all, because I have a especial surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his cock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every slant.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her business firm ass buttock and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's screams of exaltation made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a Andrew Dickson White geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his penis like a fire asphyxiator, filling up genus Selene's arsehole 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 prick, which was struggling to bide erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that special surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his dick slowly returning to its efflorescence, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his foot. Leaning forward, the beautiful angel took his cock in her mouth and began bobbing her head, slurping up the mixed bag of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were chocolate sirup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet softness of her sass as she worked her knife and nerve against the attendant pelt of the head, teasing and exciting all the nervus endings.

"Ready child ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her look. Baltoh just gave an fagged grinning and nodded.

Sitting up, genus Selene held her natural D-cup breast together and dropped a taste of spit between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two inflated hill of form together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breasts glistening with expectoration, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him botch his full load from not just the flavor, but the double and genial realization.

With her breasts held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the sarcoid water supply balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face push down and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the puss as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a arcminute, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her breasts against his pecker so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a respective thready stream of hot jizz blasted from his tool, spraying into genus Selene's rima oris, across her grimace, and bathing her breast in a puddle of white guck. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every driblet of sperm on her face and chest.

"Forget holy man, you're a nymph."

genus Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this wild with the son, never. Everything we've done aside from missionary and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a piffling daemon interior of us, and you sure know how to land mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."Come here, get some nap. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay awake and keep patrolling the city for when the military unit of Hell make their relocation. Besides, I've gone entire age without sleeping, I'm fine."

"Honey, don't even think that you can fool me. Come here, I'll observe watch for you while you get your rest."

Yawning, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his annexe as he moved under the screen. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you promise you won't fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't worry, I'll arrest awake. And if I get bored, I can always just invite Molly and the two of us will use the former side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her headway on his articulatio humeri and stretching her arm across his dresser.

With Selene curled up against him and his body drained of both energy and cum, Baltoh had no difficulty falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with grand of Gargoyles, all bursting from the footing and assembly above the city like a swarm of toxic gas in the first engagement of New York. Working together to foresee the army of shadow, all the Angels grouped together and attacked like a tidal moving ridge of igniter, slamming into the Gargoyle cloud and slaughtering hundreds of beasts every minute with their combined power. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her airless by at all fourth dimension when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's worrying, she refused to stay out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angels, she had no sword or spells with which to fight, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unknown radiance that allowed her to offend and burn up unholy puppet on contact. Even without having ever been in a existent fight or even a martial artistic creation object lesson, she was capable to take on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been converted faster, stiff, and smarter as an Angel. With holy energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would wipe out Gargoyles with individual punches and kicks that would burn right through their frame. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her trauma and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his blade wildly and hacking the animal to pieces like blades of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet, he zoomed through the bunch, carving dozens of Gargoyles in one-half every bit with his sword glistening with their blood. Now with keen numbers of opposition all around him, his death enumeration was reaching its usual Book of Numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to pop moths with darts, now it was like shooting Fish in a barrel.

A stentorian laugh drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a demon with two elephantine ivory protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the Demon and grabbed him with his arse like a fly landing in a wanderer's web. With a powerful jolt of his tail, Baltoh crushed the Demon in his clench, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen closure by compartment had besieged the body. He then whiplashed his hind end, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

Down in the street below and in the building, man with bless weapons were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angels, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to fight back were facing the force play of Hades with blessed pry, nail-bats, butcher tongue, and firearm. While the sky was filled with howls and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of throttle and screams of the injured in dying. holy place bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the engagement was far from in the human's favor. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to keep combat after multiple gunshot wounds to the breast, not to remark that they too had a long-range attack in the form of their mini nighttime Pulses. The streets ran red with blood as hoi polloi were tackled and torn to scintilla by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the living soma with gusto.

In one office building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a radical of Gargoyles, running on all Little Joe like a coterie of cheetahs sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With sweat and binge running down his typeface, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicle he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne fauna managed to result five deep slash across his shoulder joint and back as he flew over the man. The desperate mortal quickly jumped to his metrical unit as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to snaffle him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the colossus in the face with a load of holy duck shot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its chassis badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the pack while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his spine was to the rampart and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the labyrinth of kiosk, the man discharged his last empty shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his hand as becalm as possible while perspiration dripped from his nozzle. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a recession through the cubicle gangway, slowly approaching on all four-spot like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon with trembling hands, the man loaded the foremost shield and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder and wounded it. A secondly Gargoyle leapt from the incline, snarling with bloodlust. With a shrieking passing his lips, the man discharged the discharge case with a Northerner of the fore-end and fired, blowing a jam in the creature's chest and sending it tumbling to the story, struggling to appease alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four beat, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its long pitchfork tongue swinging from position to side. Discharging the vacate shell, he took aim and fired, only to hear a soft clink instead of a loud fringe. Before he could even swan, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the windowpane as it sank its teeth into his neck.

pile the street in an alleyway, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny rooster into her frail consistence with brutal top executive. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her pussy was an indistinguishable plenty of shredded flesh, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chain saw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled police officer. Sitting in a puddle of filthy water, the handgun was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final scream and stretching, she reached out grasped the end of the barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five beat straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell perfectly to the slope, its cock was removed with one final examination painful tear. With her abject body almost ripped apart and bout streaking her face, the whimpering girl looked around, praying that someone would help oneself her. She looked and gave a silent cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the bulwark with a devilish smiling and a throbbing erection. Releasing its claws from the wall, the beast dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a unmarried shot. With rip streaming down her face, she whispered a cushy apology to her family, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the key plaza of the city, the pavement opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted black blade with bloody 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 tag for clothing, rail-thin torso, bound arms, and iron masks. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with blackness armour, a party whip of pure fire, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel Falls cringe as the unholy words ravaged their thinker like bullet ant chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ crushed leather their bones, rip their flesh, and drink their blood ! The cleaning woman will scream as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for death as we enslave them ! Let them roll in the hay pain, let them know fear, and let them do it inferno !'

"demon Art : burial ground Of The Damned !"the demon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the annunciation of the enchantment, the street was ripped apart as century of headstone of all sizing and shapes burst out like woodchuck, destroying the roar and coming up with enough business leader to flip motorcar. With a muted thunder, skeletal hands with greenish-black color reached out of the flat coat as the evildoer of Hades entered New York, each tomb spitting them out like snake in the grass from a pit. sword of black steel in hand, the skeletal frame laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring butchery to a substantial human urban center after so many eld and hell on earth. organism truly evil souls, they had lost their bod and blood in tandem with what little mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

Police railroad car and SWAT vans skidded to a arrest at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the road with a cryptical clacking rhythm. Wasting no fourth dimension in ordering the undead felon to hold, the officers formed a thickly barrier with their cable car and all opened fire with handgun, scattergun, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the skeletal frame. While they were decrepit than Demons in terms of power and they were made of but bones, they proved to be quite resilient to the smoke. The skeletal frame were made of a far solid material than just calcium-rich cadre, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organs to live, the evildoer could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

Shouting swears and praising the Devil, the underframe broke rank and charged towards the line of police officers, swinging their swords above their heads while they ran. The closer they got, the more terms they received from the officer's hummer, fracturing skulls, breaking off branch, and snapping pricker. But while they were falling like dominos in the fray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of cars and immediately went to process, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

landing on the cap of one of the SWAT vans, an elderly Archangel clapped his hands together."Angel Art : Heaven Lantern Summoning !"

Behind him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a au naturel female holy person materialized, carved from marble and holding out a upstanding gold lantern. A bright flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the Inner Light of Heaven shone down from the sides and onto the regular army of the Sinners. The skeletons howled in agony and tried to screen themselves as the lighting set them ablaze like pismire under a magnifying glass.

The Demon commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning botheration. With a holloa of frustration, the Demon cracked his fiery whiplash, causing it to acquire in length and dash forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a furious snarl, the Demon yanked on the handle, tightening the whip's hold and shattering the marble Angel, sending vast firearm of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"holy person Art : Almighty Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his steel in hand. With a roaring of self-assurance, the Archangel brought down his sword with the weightiness of a 747, pulverizing the Demon's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding city blocks to simultaneously explode into cloud of dust and distort metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screech cut through the air, following several ill clangour. Great tower of smoke and junk were rising into the air as construction collapsed, due to the strength of Hell coming up from right beneath them. These were a new menace, great skeletons that towered at over two hundred feet in height. These dark-green bone monster were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of one C of Sinners joining together into one entity, interchangeable to how ogre are born.

However, their size and body were due to the fact that the hatred of the single booze that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike monster, which were born from the pure hatred of captive joining together from the purest ashes, all the emotions and memories from the Sinners were included, resulting in an amplify beast that was not slow enough in its immorality to gain a compacted ogre body. However, while they were not quite as durable as Demons and they lacked the ability to use spells, their full-sized Dark heartbeat and colossal organic structure allowed them to cause vast amount of money of destruction.

With their red centre gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful night Pulse, launching the dense black lasers into the city. The clap whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into massive explosions that illuminated and shook the metropolis and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could carry him, charging his power in preparation to destroy the unholy abominations. Spotting his approach shot, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the Archangel but ripping away the ceiling of a marvellous apartment edifice and sending bricks and misrepresented metal raining down into the street.

"holy person Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's font and delivering a muscular recoil.

Upon middleman, the giant skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine mine, spraying shrapnel in one steering from the major power of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Art : logic gate of Heaven !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a dark pulsing. The lightlessness light beam surged out from between the skeleton's jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : theology Ray !"he called once the blast was ended, turning around and firing an equally sinewy beam of holy energy at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The third gear Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With little campaign, Raphael brought his brand down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in botheration and shouted curses at Raffaello Sanzio while charging a Dark Pulse. Before the blast could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the steel down onto the undead beast's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and spine as if his sword was 50 feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raphael looked up as the split piece of the skeleton in the cupboard began to split up, detonating the half-charged Dark pulse and shattering the entire soundbox in the explosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering metropolis at Baltoh, who was working together with the Archangels to fight the flood of Gargoyles coming up from infernal region. The domain they were rising from was just a monumental gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the millions. All the Archangels were firing Divinity Rays into the Shirley Temple geyser of beasts while Baltoh was using both the Feather pointer and Claw smoke spells, essentially turning his body into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his spells, line and butchered body parts fell like waterfall from the pelter of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning bodies that were incinerated by the drag in god ray of the Angelica Archangelica. Every sec that passed by, ten of thousands are Gargoyles met their grim end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure natural spring. But as potent as the power of heaven were, the horde of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and sinner, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the garden angelica would get to leave and go cheek a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the ceiling of a nearby edifice, genus Selene was battling somebody Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all sides but her confidence in her newly acquired fighting acquirement were high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to last, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claws barred.

genus Selene turned around, wrapped in holy push, and delivered her impregnable punch to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the blast of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life with a lethal kick, slicing its head off its berm with the white aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and ripe slope, giving her no chance to deliver counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon characters. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her feathers glowing with blessed mogul, she spun around with her wings to the full expended and carved them all down like the blades of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the ceiling with a large crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single drop of fear in her nitty-gritty and was barely out of breath. Even in the thick of battle, she had a full smiling on her nerve from the physical elbow grease and the tone of the sweat on her face. This fight was resonating with her ; the honest life or death challenge and the chance to be pushed to her limits, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her happiness at pressure she could feel and Energy Department within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, piddling bitch !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a golf shot of her arm, genus Selene sliced the creature in one-half right down the middle and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her twist to strike. Stretching her wings, she gave a right button against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hell beasts did not see this coming and were caught of guard duty, giving Selene the opportunity of a lifetime to begin hacking and slashing at them as if her mitt had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the black creatures with her glowing wings, one of them managed to land five large cuts across her articulatio humeri. While the pain stopped her momentum, the shivers it sent through her only made her smile grow in savagery.

"perfect tense, it's no fun without a little something to indemnify for."She purred with origin trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her stock of its claws in zestfulness and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the savage off its ft and swinging it around like a colossus flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling oarlock, her wounded arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin thrill it had triggered and the effort being used to combat the pain sensation made genus Selene's heart slipstream in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an industrious one, like a hyperactive nipper desperate to get out of schooltime and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the strain, sending the creature hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene's balance. She continued to whirl, desperately trying to retard herself down and get a hold of herself. So lightheaded she could barely imagine, Selene fell back into the weapon system of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a long kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to cease his flood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attending !"rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of screams.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly alluvion and clapped his hired hand together."angel Art : Roaring swarm Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle deluge, a expectant eruption of white clouds surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense vortex with holy energy crackling through the folds of vapor like lightning. The tempest consumed the diabolic spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas cloud. The cloud lowered itself, forming a seal over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"trade good, now we can focus on former surface area. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you softheaded ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and take us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true mogul. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to shake the city !"He hollered. Hearing his admonition, all of the archangel fled as fast as they could, just here and now before he released the unfathomable blast.

The Ne balance beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud roadblock blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's figuring had been objurgate in the volume of the blast, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with acid. The radio beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from Inferno to try and get to New House of York, basically carving through their host like a jet of hot weewee through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the gust alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional nihility, finally striking hell on earth and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the spot of near city-wide destruction, an detonation was set off in Hell, touch to more than than ten thousand atomic number 1 bombs. An sea of fire surged up in the space between New York and blaze, engulfing every entity that had been trying to reach the city and killing them like insects under the fury of a flamethrower, sending their death price to the cooking stove near ten digit. From every gap carved into the city, a mainstay of flak snapshot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to find their mental bearings and figure out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in impact and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's take away care of the survivors and then repair the price,"he called out as his doughnut returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New York's hospitals, tending to a wounded man who was struggling to stick active with a torn windpipe and jugular vein venous blood vessel. His hands were glowing with green Energy, repairing the damaged faster than Bodoni medical specialty ever could. To the strait of the generator humming in the cellar, doctors and nurses struggled to go along people animated with dim ignition and disappearing imagination. Every hallway and room was stuffed with seam, the floor was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged lesion, and those who had only minor injuries would basically have to deal with it themselves or hope they could find oneself an Angel to help them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the multitude who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing immediate care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in pain and need of assistant, the medical examination staff worked feverishly not to waste time or attention by asking the backer question while they helped tend to the wounded. For every physician and nurse, there was one Angel using his or her power to heal someone, and the need to ask them about the afterlife or, the arcanum of the universe, or even personal questions was overpowering. Here they were, the answers to the greatest doubtfulness on Earth, but just as they would open their mouths to speak, a cry of hurting from their patient or a sudden spray of blood would drag their attention back to the thing at hand, forcing them to halt in their curiosity.

The angel had a alike jitteriness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more oddment than fear. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the keen threats to Heaven, a berserk that had defeated garden angelica as if they were nothing. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of nirvana, his devil half and his unstoppable strength in conflict made him a terror, while his garden angelica half and his drive to slay evil made him almost an idol.

Once the wound in the man's cervix closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. Well over a c Angels were arriving to serve in the healing process, meaning that he could finally call for a break. Even after firing a furor good time to end the fight and not resting after having healed almost three c mass, his free energy stratum were still fairly high, but his idea was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual living humankind lose their animation in such fearsome mode and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to crystallize his intellect for a few hour. Stepping onto the ceiling, he leaned against the side of the exit with his script over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a fair sex's voice said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on Molly, who had a spooky feel on her face.

"molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I talk to you about something, or is now a bad time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the wall, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would verbalise to genus Selene, but I can't observe her anywhere and she is probably just as meddlesome as you are. To be good, I have no one else really to talk to. You're the exclusively other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a keep person would understand me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so a good deal 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 lead."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your problem don't matter and you don't want kick in anyone else the supply burden. But we are friend and I want to avail you. I want to make you happy. Any weight unit you have to expect, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad smile on her face."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a bass hint."The trouble is… I was too scared to fight. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those monster, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without hesitation, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the world-class place, I don't even experience how I even went to Heaven."

"molly, there is nothing faulty with being scared, especially for soul in your attitude. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it laughable to just expect you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have nothing to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mickle in the kickoff place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock of her golden hair, and as his fingerbreadth grazed her cheek, she burst into tears and sat down on the level, wrapped in her wings. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to remember of something to say, something to take her feel better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to comfort masses when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every clock time I close my middle, I see all the Demons standing over me, laughing. Every time my mind wanders, I remember the painful sensation 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 gasp.

In the street corner of the roof, Rosemary landed while cloaked to be indiscernible, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swing out up in the cataclysm of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a coming together going on, but now, she didn't want to interrupt. With a flavour of warm pride on her nerve, she stood back to let Baltoh help Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're dead now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human body, but you've been reborn into a new body. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to carry. Your body is completely untouched ; nothing has been taken from you. The only tracing of your pain lie in your own memories. All you have to do is bet forward to the future and bury the past like your old body. What happened to you happened, we can't variety that, but you can come to terminus with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an Angel, and you have the greatest chance in the human race to switch everything and start from scratch."

Molly gained a little smile of peace on her grimace as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosemary silently whispered, feeling her heart dandy as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the time you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to fight, you're more than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will evaluate you. You have all the time in the world to sort things out and you'll always have the support of Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I share a bond as well."

Molly was silent, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his paw and lifted her chin, looking into her wild blue yonder eyes and trying to get her to mouth."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to induce me find better. pull in love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her reaction and rosemary was shocked as well."Are you surely ? Oh all matter, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of ruthlessness, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken upkeep of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that nightmare with a beautiful pipe dream,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be serious ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ rosemary thought before Baltoh and Molly began making out.

Rosmarinus officinalis's jaw dropped as she watched their tongue terpsichore and their hands run across each other's dead body. Baltoh was lenify at first, waiting to feel mollie's rousing reach its prime before showing any form of aggression. When he was certain that her lustfulness was fully energized, he shoved her against the wall of the exit and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasance. rosemary watched them with her whole body shaking and her respiration quick and shallow. This was the first fourth dimension she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

pick Molly up and holding her against the rampart, Baltoh continued to kiss her neck and collarbone, while she purred in happiness from the touch of his brim and wrapped her ramification around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his hood back and running her fingers through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his long lingua between mollie's sass, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his keister and carefully cut the lacy strap of her apparel and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his former hand to deplumate down on her apparel, letting her melon-sized jugs pop out like airbags. Molly's breathing was heavy as the overbold air kissed her tits, followed by Baltoh. Running his sass across the plump soft balloons, he stimulated every nerve with artistic skill, bringing her to her maximum horizontal surface of arousal.

As Rosmarinus officinalis watched Baltoh suck on Molly's nipples and leave them wet and erect, she listened to molly's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her consistency. Watching the two of them made her breasts tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to mollie and seeing the look of euphoria on her face was sending ripples of affectionateness through her trunk from between her peg. No affair how hard she tried to press it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling jealous, as her breast were naught compared to the squishy bowling nut that stood out on Molly's chest.

"Baltoh, differentiate me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her apparel, exposing her wet panty. Her spokesperson was high school pitched and heroic, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't upkeep if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."mollie, I love you."

All of the energy he had burned with just a second before became settle down, as he leaned forward and gave her a foresighted osculation, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breath thick with hormones and her legs wrapped tightly around his waistline.

He cut away her step-in, revealing her shine wet slit, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pants with one mitt, Baltoh pulled out his putz, which was already fully erect and trembling with his pulsation. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to snog her and grinded the shaft against her look puss, driving her wild with expectancy. Without him even inserting the straits, he had Molly giving soft moan of bliss as his brawny cock rubbed against her soft soft rim. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the tip of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosmarinus officinalis was unable to see Baltoh's manhood, but in the book binding of her judgment, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her tactual sensation and desires for him, but also out of the mere curiosity of whether he had the endowment of a Demon or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm sure, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear animation while his turncock rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her juices as it widened her lips in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me feel you,"she murmured with her face buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even higher, Baltoh positioned his cock against the spread rim of her pussycat. The two of them were both shaking in cooking for the intimate bliss. Working his turncock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt molly's home open up and widen to accept him, while she gave a high moan of pleasure that jumped in loudness each instant. In the background knowledge, rosemary was watching them with her eye wide and her breathing heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for molly, desperately wishing to receive what she was.

Feeling her hymen, Baltoh came to a plosive consonant and pressed himself against molly, holding her against the wall with his body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their finger intertwined above their head teacher. With mollie's manus spread and their decoration pressed together, Baltoh dug his claw into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would involve his common calendar method of birth control. Sensing what was about to happen, Molly readjusted her legs around his waistline, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one heavy poke, Baltoh forced his entire hammer into her virgin slit, rupturing her hymen like a grapevine under a sledgehammer and making Molly groan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly moan like an opera house vocalist, wishing that she could finger the Saame penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his stopcock out of her, revealing the rakehell of her Hymen coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in yearn, deep thrusting. Each prison term he re-entered her, he would increase the power and speed of his penetration, while holding onto the wall with his claws. Her breast bouncing with each mighty thrust, Molly gave a continuous moan of sexual ecstasy as Baltoh pummeled her insides with his muscular Hammond organ, growing in upper in speed every second. In to a lesser extent than a instant, he was fucking her like a car with her body pinned against the wall and her finger's breadth wrapped around his as he worked to keep his powerful gait. Her breasts were jiggling nonstop flight and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to report the flavour of her consistence being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's hefty manhood.

In the background, Rosemary was flushed with the deluge desire to concern herself, her skin crawl and itching as if she were covered in bug bites. Listening to molly begging for Baltoh to do it her harder, faster, and deeper was driving her wild with luxuria and invidia, but no matter how majuscule the desire became, she refused to indulge in the sinful desires. She had to bide resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of self-gratification. But no topic how hard she tried, she could not look away from the fleshly passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five minute of arc.

Deciding that there was no ground to extend it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of self-will and increased his velocity and power, fucking her as backbreaking and fast as physically possible, making Molly cry out in felicity as his cock plunged deep into her soft warm kitty-cat, slamming into every sensitive spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few mo before Molly did, but with a jet of seminal fluid spraying her insides with what felt like the pressure sensation of a fervency hosepipe, she honestly couldn't William Tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the peak where it sprayed out of her twat from the pressure level of the overflow, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her world as she screamed in exultation and squeezed Baltoh's hired hand as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her whole body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing surd, Baltoh pulled out of Molly and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her wooden leg were shaking, she was unable to place upright. As if broken from a trance, rosemary shook her head from side to side and felt her stimulation dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top base and then made her way through the construction to the stairway leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would suspect her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became strong-arm once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one last deep hint to calm her nerves, she walked up the staircase, opened the door, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the mass before her. mollie was on her knee joint, her head bobbing back and Forth River as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible skill, draining every last drop of seminal fluid. Baltoh grunted as he had his second orgasm and Molly leaned her head back with her oral cavity open, letting semen spray her face and fill her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained ball and licking him fresh. Even while flaccid, Rosemary was ineffective to deny that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a scowl, she let go of the door and allowed it to close, creating a flashy bang that made Baltoh and molly jump in surprise.

"There is a get together about to happen in City Hall, be me,"she said dryly before opening the room access and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his pants, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the cheek."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a small-scale smile and leaned forward, kissing the one office on her look that wasn't coated in semen."Of trend, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the sorry stairway where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to fill up the door, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in City 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 face as hard as she could. The blow didn't send Baltoh back a single step, but he clutched his impudence and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be mean value, but never cruel. I thought you were in passion with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that whore ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; Molly is character of our relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a trey with her champion. We had just had one on the night Selene was captured and mollie was killed. Including molly was all Selene's idea. She is now part of the mathematical group. I did nothing wrong."

While his words crushed rosemary's accusations, there was still so practically anger in her eyes.

"You can be a real bastard, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could storm off, Baltoh grabbed her hand and spun her back around."If you're going to be furious with me, then at least have the guts to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive cunt about it."

rosemary looked away from him as a snag ran down her cheek."You were supposed to love 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 have been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human you saw and started fucking any man of ass that walked by without caution or emotion ! If it was so well-fixed for you to be knowledgeable with soul, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the Same person you met in Hell twenty-three twelvemonth ago,"he said softly.

"Don't give me that damn, nothing in perdition ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the paries, leaving her stunned."I said we met in underworld twenty-three years ago, that was xxiii yr for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. Things change Rosmarinus officinalis, matter always change, including hoi polloi, 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, tears streaming from her eyes."It's not average. If you changed so much, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the wall with their finger intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his 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 pants. Even while covered, it felt so fond and hefty to her, she desperately wished she could see it and allude it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to retain onto him by clinging to his shank 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 eyes to bolt out open as their back talk joined and separated and their natural language danced. rosemary began to hum and birr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his body forward, rubbing his clothed prick between her legs, with her panties becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the floor."Then in time, perhaps you shall hold it. Things are changing, Rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feeling that my truce with heaven won't lastly too long after this all ends and the lines of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to deliver to break up a side, just clear indisputable that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her session in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in Hell, it will take a patch for enough troops to be found to march on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive violence were all standing in the mayor's office, planning their next motility. Selene was there but rosemary was lately to arrive.

"But at what cost. Baltoh, do you have any idea how a great deal damage you may have just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just founder in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. blank out a hole between dimensions, that dimension would ruin itself and hang back the former two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usage low. That clap caused a lot less destruction than you think, as nigh of the vim was expelled through the upwards volley of the explosion."

"How are the people of the city ?"genus 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 saint flooding the city, there were just too many enemy military force to keep the humans safe. And that's not even counting the number of Angels we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't reckon any of the residents of this city surviving this war. Most potential, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutters will be overflowing with bloodline,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"Have you guys figured out how to turn all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our best judgement in Heaven running simulation after pretense and studying this anomaly from every slant,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his friends wasn't just lounging and eating people between their appearing. We've found mark of symbols scribbled across the city in man ancestry, and I don't just stand for at the sites where those Inferno abysm were summoned. This urban center is literally blanketed with symbol. As you can opine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the infernal region does all this mean ? !"the chief of police force yelled, already on boundary from the battle, the deaths, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more complex than just six summons and human electronegativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the library of Congress out of binary code, that's how complex it was. We're trying to figure out the exact sequence of symbols required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even most of them and what order they went in is impossible. We're basically trying to figure out the pattern of a castling after finding just half a brick wall. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what kind of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and make a reversing formula from scratch, it would adopt thousands, if not tens of grand of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year time ratio of Hell,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the place is really that grim ?"genus Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the wizard in Heaven just soak up out the correct sequence at random like a crew of monkeys on typewriters printing out the works of Shakespeare, then we have no way to vacate the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his feel as frigidity as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to help oneself us ?"the city manager asked.

The room was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the release on of the world a long time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"genus Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not present 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 keep on ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the city manager asked.
"The lawful Devil. I'm sure you think that the Devil is actually Old Nick, who was originally the fallen garden angelica Lucifer. That is incorrect. Old Nick and lucifer are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of darkness ? Well Tenebrous is the baron, the first demonic entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can intercept him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a mysterious breath."No, his powers are human beings apart from mine. I can't even kill the sin Princes. I'm a powerful combatant and I can do planetary devastation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his powerfulness lie on a universal joint scale of measurement. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me respective hundred meter, and each sentence, I escape by the pelt of my dentition. Every fourth dimension I've come to terra firma, it was to escape Tenebrous or the underworld Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're decent back where we started : facing the end of the world and with no way to stop or reverse it,"said Rosmarinus officinalis.

Everyone was mute and prison term slowly passed by. One minute, two proceedings, three. Baltoh had his Chin resting on his bivouac fingers, deep in cerebration."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breathing spell.

Everyone turned to him, the Archangels with an especially anxious look on their faces.

"What ?"genus Selene asked.

"There might be a way to change by reversal the procedure. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the political machine ’."

"Blasphemy ! Speaking such words is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally cryptical voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in Hell by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a small creative thinker like yours, one that has not lived for as longsighted as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the patch of their account through the abrupt disturbance of a god. Machina refers to the Harold Hart Crane used in plays to take down the actors playing these idol dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a different yet standardised meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Jehovah in Heaven that created this universe and the pits, but Eden and Hell splitting off from this universe upon its birth, in which you humans predict the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hell are opposite weight on a graduated table, then this universe of discourse is the musical scale itself. In this idea, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray ’, or essentially the compounding of darkness and igniter.

The second part of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Wahvey and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser beings, no with child than you or I. The feeling is that there are three Thrones, each serving as the beating marrow and intercellular substance of a realm. Whether these are real thrones or emblematic ace, nonentity is sure as shooting. But they say that whoever is able to engage a Throne becomes a god of that universe of discourse. tenebrific occupies the potty of Inferno, Jehovah occupies the Throne of Heaven, and the throne of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this event, ‘ god out of the auto'refers to the crapper creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can take controller of the Throne of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the regulation. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our face is our best bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would act upon together from now on, but that doesn't mean value we're friends so you don't get to draw in these practical jocularity !"Michael barked.

"The only 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, life originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is rightful and you and your bloke Archangels were created after the arrival of humanity, being created by God, who was inspired by the figure of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"heresy !"Michael shouted.

rosemary on the former hand had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"Hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as a lot detail or data. The explanation I received was aught like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't matter what version you heard, every translation is faulty. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and adopt ? The insult to the truth of the world ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and trace ? Think about it, Jehovah hasn't once explained the truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand years. We're his Archangels, his messengers, and yet I can't call back the last time I saw him or heard him. We know cipher about Jehovah, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the sometime and strong of us, the but Demon-Archangel hybrid to ever subsist, the greatest anomaly in the population, and he knows the origin of the macrocosm with more clarity than we do !"

Michael stood faithful to her, their faces column inch apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right wing, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the garden angelica'tending."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to tell half Angels and Archangels in Heaven to stop their unsufferable mission to receive a reversing spell and instead tell them to start 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 time I fire one of my bang down into inferno, it will be at good power. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable options. Find the Throne or blow up blaze, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep rumbling voice.

"Damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't precaution what it takes, just bring through my city !"the mayor shouted.

"Fine, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant prick,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the commode are actual toilet 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 cite that looking for it means searching the entire macrocosm,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophical point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our lustrous judgement 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 genus Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the midsection of the night approached ( though there was no way to tell clock time in the subterraneous metropolis ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his left thigh and Molly straddling his right wing. The two cleaning woman were rubbing their slippery pussy against his legs like a duad of dolphin scratching an itch and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the terzetto were all kissing each other with their clapper forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thigh, he was rubbing their stave asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were incognizant of Rosemary standing in the street 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 sensual dance while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being intimate with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of intimacy with his lover and blond concubine at the Lapplander fourth dimension, Rosemary felt sulphurous resentment and anger towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that ire turned to envy, envy of Selene and molly for being able to make him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very unknown peculiarity welling up inside her as she watched molly and genus Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated love triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the hospital roof, but now it was clearly apparent. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's heart belonged to Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The termination were a confusing naut mi of social dynamics that she found incredibly… concern, 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 early with Baltoh's tongue between their indulgent wet backtalk and their hands gently stroke and tickle each other's bare eubstance, rosemary could feel inviolable lust and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that same carnal way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a certain sweetly virtuous eroticism to the touching between the two womanhood, a unequaled geniality that did not live between a man and a women. This strange bonding was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could name it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her aliveness, the exclusively sexual thoughts she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pridefulness as an garden angelica. But now, lecherousness and intimate thirstiness were flooding her consistence like a roue blood transfusion, stirring her thinking into different phantasy, each involving Baltoh or the woman. She had jumped from having substantial feelings for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two womanhood, 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 mollie's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the center of her chest while Molly pouted that Selene got the first turn.

Molly moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his cock into her glistening puss. She gave a soft whimper of delight as it entered her, filling every nook and cranny of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her chest heave and her breasts jiggling like urine balloons, Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretched slit with her hired hand after licking her fingers. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down flat and Molly began riding his typeface, whining from the intense whizz of his knife flicking her sopping wet slit while she ran her tongue across Selene's swinging breast.

In the corner, Rosemary's external respiration was wakeless as she watched them. With her optic running up Selene's and Molly's beautiful consistency, slightly glistening from a thin film of perspiration, and listening to the audio of genus Selene's wet pussy lips hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her smooth thigh clapped against his, Rosemary felt like her totally body was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to palpate her hands against her own naked consistency for the first tangible time in her life. Even while inaudible, invisible, and intangible, she was afraid to be active for care of being noticed, but this self-instated confinement and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so much hard. Her external respiration became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her back talk, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her fingers against her second joint, wishing that she could rip away her baggy gasp and come to herself.

Back on the bed, mollie's coos were turning into loud whine as Baltoh's persistent tongue brought her closer and finisher to her first gear climax as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delicious kitty-cat, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the luscious taste and feeling of molly's marrow. Desperate for boost stimulation, the blonde beauty shifted her system of weights, using one hand to squeeze her Brobdingnagian booby almost brutally and feel her tight asshole with the other. Her whimper grew in book and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing breast, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first sexual climax, she worked her halfway fingerbreadth in her anus faster and faster, sending shudder up her consistency from the unusual adept. Finally, she pulled her finger's breadth out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the mere kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lubricant in her asshole. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on genus Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her Quaker's look. genus Selene's wrapped her rim around Molly's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while Molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, molly gave a particularly loud high-pitched moan as she had her first climax, flooding her insides with prideful fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her whole body quivering, molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an exhausted cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't believe how much that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new consistency just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for more,"she replied, taking genus Selene's place.

As Molly set herself to accept Baltoh's powerful hard-on, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her implements of war around mollie's naked consistence, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck. rosemary licked her lips with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by someone, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to experience the bare body of Selene or Molly pressed against her own, to sense one of them kissing her tegument in that Saame sexual loving way and to feel that Lapp sweetness.

Molly finally managed to work the head of Baltoh's shaft into the entrance of her consistency and gave a brassy crying gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretch to study in the mass. genus Selene tightened her cargo deck on her tribade devotee with her manus between molly's ramification, giving a hum of her own as she felt molly's pelvic region extrusion as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the point 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 all torso was trembling as she tried to become reacquainted with Baltoh's extremity inside of her and she was giving a soft whimper with each movement she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's heavily cock, quivering with each heartbeat and glistening with her vaginal juices. With Baltoh's bum wrapped around her waist to hold her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her becalm rhythm, springing on his prick while crying out in ecstasy every meter the foreland punched the deepest corner of her pussy like a boneless clenched fist. As she picked up swiftness, she relied more and more on Baltoh's brawny buns to pump her up and down as if she were a Piston while the sound of her thigh 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 arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the box, rosemary was staring in awe at molly's heaving body, her white meat jumping like two durable urine balloons attached to the handles of a pogo stick. Even without twinkle on, molly's consistency was glistening with a thin stratum of sweat, allowing every muscle under her pelt to display itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's cock and was fucked like a blow-up doll, Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with so very much lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this stranger's dead body as if she were a giant lollipop.

The sound of Molly's thigh clapping against Baltoh's and her moan of sexual happiness was like euphony to Rosemary's auricle, her vibrant body looked downright delectable, the olfactory perception of her pussy juices was like essence, and just the plenty of the three sexual partners was captivating. All these factors were driving Rosemary up the paries and she could no longer check herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her breasts tentatively with one hand and working her fingers in her scanty with the early. This was the first sentence she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle brush of her finger sent shivers of bliss through her vibration body.

rosemary suddenly looked up from her own eubstance as Molly released a shake up scream of happiness from her orgasm. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussy and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to genus Selene with a smile."Well darling, what do you imagine ? Would you be leave to be a picayune more patient role ?"

She gained the same tender smile and cupped his cheek."Oh grade, baby. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his mouth against hers and then moved over to molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her placid internal thighs before running his lips against her sweet stunner ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's backtalk against her fluid sultry derriere, molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosmarinus officinalis watched from the nook and did the same. molly finally reached back and spread her ass boldness, letting Baltoh lap his sass in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's brass buried in her ass and his tongue and lips working her like a neck massager, Molly cooed and shook from the delight he was giving her. genus Selene was working her fingerbreadth between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the sight and phone of Molly being pleasured. rosemary was in the same position, her shirt removed and her minor B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her soft tegument, wishing that Baltoh would thrash her in such a way, but also becoming more than and more envious of Baltoh for being capable to solve Molly.

After exploring the depths of her asshole with his long branched tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running candy kiss up her rear and shoulders. After kissing her neck and spike, he sat up and grasped his cock, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly mean that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosemary thought in disbelief.

mollie again spread her ass cheeks as Baltoh pressed the promontory against her anus. Before he entered her, 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 grouse as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, mollie's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the insight, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway loose, Baltoh plunged his cock into her arsehole, making molly sidesplitter like a banshie from the painless yet untellable and ill-chosen tactile sensation of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosmarinus officinalis gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his intact peter in mollie's anus, wondering how the blonde beauty could possibly be moaning in X with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With recollective, slow solidus, Baltoh began to fuck molly's ass with great skill, making her groan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her fingers in her kitty. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speeding, driving down into her consistency like an reflexive hammer. molly's groan became a ceaseless high sidesplitter as the amount of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, genus Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless finger brought her to orgasm. Back 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 mind of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging dick, but watching and hearing molly was turning that disgust into powerful envy, envy so great that she was almost about to depart fingering her anus.

rosemary's organic structure was different from genus Selene and Molly's, in that they had a sealed well-toned maturity, but she had more of an adolescent look. As an Archangel not created by God, her consistency was the resultant of a gravid group of Angels fusing together into a exclusive feel, ending up with a name dictated by the absolute majority of her"ingredients ”. As expected, all the person that made hers were women, almost all of them quite Whitney Young. But while her consistency wasn't as developed as Selene and Molly's, she was the Saami age as them, and she had a very rarefied trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"buff. Already, her second joint were glistening with the sack up fluid that her arousal was drawing Forth as the preview of a very wet coming.

Without any admonition, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speeding, making Molly devote a particularly gimcrack scream. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able to match his stop number. His all body could barely be discerned as anything other than a giant blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at risk of falling apart and Molly's anus was being pummeled so difficult and so deeply that only someone with an backer's endurance and stamina could keep from getting ripped open like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so concentrated !"she screamed with the volume of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her dickhead while her twat became soaked with a fresh bed of fluid, fucking her through her coming. Finally, after almost a minute-long sexual climax, Molly's torso became tranquillize and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole physical structure was hitch, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to trance his hint. With Baltoh's cock still standing at full moon attention, Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her rima oris, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her friend as if were butter on a Indian corn cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, mollie is just an Angel, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one share of her mind while the rest of her mind wished she could taste it.

Once the meaty perch was licked unclouded, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his bent-grass knees and her hands on his articulatio humeri. With his paw on her coxa, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his cock, working it into her anus. With the strength and endowment fund of a horse, Baltoh poking upwards into her anus, stretching the ringing to its terminus ad quem and making Selene collapse a cryptical moan. Baltoh waited for a few seconds, making sure that his lieu was correct before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the head of his rooster, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his legs and licked Selene's snatch, giving Selene a fall apart rush of pleasance. Watching Selene, never before had Rosemary felt so much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the like time… the sheer lust and hungriness she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For several minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's bastard and into her pussycat. Being an holy man, disease and infection was unimaginable for Selene, and even if it was, her bastard was as make clean as a whitener bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely have no repercussions for her. All three cleaning woman knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their affection skip a beat, before the realization hit them and their shock absorber turned into heightened stimulation. genus Selene had a hysterical grin on her nerve as Baltoh drove up into her kitty-cat several times, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her shit, all in 1 fluid movement and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her arse to her pussy, soaking both orifices with a frothy miscellanea of each other's lifelike lubricating substance. When he fucked Selene's arsehole, Molly would be licking her pussycat, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would figure out the appearing and disappearing putz of his cock.

After twenty minutes, Baltoh had to let go of the position from the Brobdingnagian amount of energy and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, Molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of genus Selene's ass and cunt on his cock. Once she had licked him clear, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to genus Selene, who was on all quaternary with a coy grinning. With molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the swell up rim of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his innate jackhammer rhythm, instantly turning Selene into a jittery wreck with her mouth hanging open up as she gave a low moan of unparalleled happiness. For the first off few minutes, Molly sat up on her knees next to Baltoh, licking the interior of his mouth while he licked hers in a long passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more stimulation and moved in front man of Selene, lying on her vertebral column with her leg paste and her rosy backtalk curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her manus onto her elbows, Selene excitedly buried her nerve in molly's pussycat, licking her velvet sassing with her long silky black hair spread across her booster's belly. molly's usual garish moan were replaced with a balmy hum as she gently moved her hands against her tit, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her body rest.

In her corner, Rosemary was chewing on her hair like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The Wave of heat and mind-jarring microseism pulsing through her body with unfathomable fastness were making it difficult to stand, let alone celebrate from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a crystallize liquid sprayed from her pussy as if it was a water gun as she achieved a distaff ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her feet and covering her unruffled legs in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the tight lips.

After soaking Baltoh's rooster with her orgasmic juices, Selene moved to the side to recover from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste matter a indorse in grabbing molly and pulling the grinning nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest of drawers, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and foot as he started fucking her twat for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breath, Selene swung her leg over molly and sat on her expression, letting molly gorge herself on her loose, tender snatch while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilation they were experiencing, Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly maintained this position for another ten minute of arc with Rosmarinus officinalis continuing to watch them and touch herself. The position was broken only briefly so that molly could straighten herself and wrap her legs around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his prick into her whoreson. Selene too shifted positioning, sitting on her heels and grinding her smooth sable ass cheeks against mollie's fount, purring at the flavor of dominating her friend.

This went on for the repose of the nighttime, with Baltoh switching back and forth between the two woman. corporate hr were spent with his cock in different assholes, slit, and mouthpiece, with practically the meter spent with a cleaning lady's tongue in his throat or his spit in one of their bodies.

"lady, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

sense of hearing his warning, Molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her friend's spit lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, Selene pressed her face against mollie's, both women sticking out their tongues with their mouths wide open.

Baltoh gripped his prick and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and strong-arm barriers he had set up in his consistence to topple down and let everything flow. With his optic rolling back into his forefront, he released a thick gooey jet of his germ into the two cleaning lady's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouths. After swallowing, the two woman sat up and began licking each early's faces like a pair of cats, cleaning each other from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his hale body feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every drop of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiles. His panting having slowed and his body as limber as a caoutchouc band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wing, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"shit, that was nice,"Selene purred with her face pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"Molly tiredly whispered with her aspect pressed against his right hand. Baltoh just gave a soft laugh as the three sex mate closed their eyes and became silent.

On the early side of the elbow room, Rosmarinus officinalis was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with disgrace from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly throw sex, masturbate to the sight, and feel sexual attraction to the two womanhood. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the inwardness of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short of time. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the windowpane and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, rosemary just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, she was in the room watching us the whole time. She just left."

Selene bolted up in blow."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her focus on her secrecy turn briefly wavered every meter she had an climax. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a grinning.

Selene gained a coy look on her grimace."Well then, how about we invite her to our next session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand why you originally invited mollie, 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 watch. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to make each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the next battle, when all the saint are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"invite"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each other's optic."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the only woman that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really enjoy these petty sex party. I see that they make you glad, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get jealous and their flavor will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the honey we share. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to complicate things. mollie loves you and Rosemary loves me. I just want to score surely we don't end up crossing a line and we're ineffectual to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather lose my powers and be cast back into blaze to be tortured for all timelessness than be without you."

Selene's smile then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's concern like dust against a broom."You will never lose me. My organic structure, intellect, and individual, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how refine things become, all that we need is to do it each other, because that love will adhere us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his cheek.

"I love you, Selene. You are the but being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the lonesome one who can tell me what to do, the lone one who I will always survey. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life-time in others hands like a leash if it is found. Everyone tries so hard to cover his or her lead, to save from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever make my love and my trueness. You are the only one that can make this creature forswear his claw,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Lapp thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this world for you, anything accept leave you. I lost my life because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to depict you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an Angel, you know that ?"

"turnkey that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"molly tiredly mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Said the fille that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her look, IN OUR HOTEL room,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a small-scale jape and then closed their oculus, drifting to sleep.



A blinding lightness woke Baltoh up in the eye of the night, shining in through the window with the intensity of a stage light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his centre and looked through the balcony window. The stone shaft around the urban center had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock-and-roll, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the terra firma's crust and was passing through the mantle. The lonesome thing that kept New House of York from being instantly burned to a potato chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical existence of Cinereo.

"Time is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his drumhead back down on the pillow.



With Selene and mollie's naked bodies held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the incline and flipped the bed as a stray blast struck the hotel way balcony and sent dust and broken glass flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the strength of Hell were once again advancing on New York.

"girl, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his keister. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"commodity, 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 ruined hotel elbow room and looked out over the metropolis. Already, Angelica Archangelica and Demons were zooming between the buildings while their leaf blade and spells clashed, monolithic deluge of Gargoyles were bursting out of the ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the city, battling the resident physician of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the closest waterspout of Gargoyles with Selene and molly following him.

"saint Art : Wings of the social reformer ! Demon Art : Blades of Darkness !"he called, stretching his wings to their uttermost length.

Extending almost ten metrical unit, two tempered auras of white light radiated from his Angel backstage while two steel-like fins of sullen energy stretched from his Demon Wings. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numeral. With his powered wings, he sliced the forces of Scheol to small-arm as if they were pieces of meat dropped into a food mainframe. Misty cloud of blood sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body parts blanketed the surrounding region like sleet.

The sound of gunshot pulled Selene and mollie's aid away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the Sinners and Gargoyles on foot. With how the vehicle was able to shatter the skeletons of the sinner and rip apart the Gargoyles like firearm of fruit, it was obvious that the full vehicle had been blessed, as well as the heater being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the darkness strength that filled the street, shabu rained down from the office building to their rightfield as evildoer leapt from the windows, howling bane with their rusty brand in hand.

"Molly, try and hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her friend countered with fire in her heart and soul, having developed a natural affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her manus at the raining underframe, Molly launched the only long-range onslaught of the angel : a narrow Divinity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could found miniature Dark Pulses. The blast whiplashed across the edifice, not powerful enough to slice it in half like a full-sized god Ray, but packing more than enough posture to blot out the Sinners.

With divulge and charred off-white falling like hail but Sir Thomas More Sinners continuing to down on and around the van, Selene took drastic action. Standing on the roof of the fomite, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van flavour like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to land on the van instead collided with genus Selene's offstage, which were glowing with holy free energy. On contact, the skeletons were shattered like methamphetamine vase and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passenger inside the van were firing their triggerman at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like king of beasts after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their bullet train were more than affective against the colored host, shattering the Sinners'skeletons and blasting gory gob straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through dotty boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the roof of a city bus which had an national caked with blood and aimed her hand at the hordes of Sinners and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a thunder of Eumenides, she launched two irradiation of golden energy from her palms, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the sorry personnel. With each she one cut down, five more would take its place, drawn by the commotion of struggle. But no issue how many showed up, she refused to allow her supply of energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her destruction, it was not 100 % genuine. The thrill of battle and sight of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing stake memories of the pain in the ass and humiliation she suffered at the hands of the devil. That pain in the ass was turning into rage and determination, and the steely resolve to retaliate her own death and fight back against the satanic spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a retentivity from her end made her blood suntan in her veins like molten metal and caused angry bout to rain cats and dogs down her face, but it also caused the twin beams of ignitor shooting from her hands to increase in size and power, almost turning into actual Divinity Rays.

With a tawdry shriek, she doubled her production, making the ground shingle and the windowpane of the bus shatter into composition. The beams of igniter obliterated the sinner and ogre, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some likeness of safety.

"Get to Yank Stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the driver as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to molly, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a whorl of Molly's golden hair.

"Yeah, scrap is just helping me get over some emergence,"she replied, taking a inscrutable breath. With a cutter smiling, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut short as the edifice behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New House of York. genus Selene and molly quickly raised their hired hand and each fired a radio beam of holy energy at the evil conglomerate, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as much damage as a yoke of magnifying spyglass on a tree diagram bole. The beast snarled and shielded its face from the laser, causing two contract column of smoke to rise up from its handwriting. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and mollie and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.

Crying out in the pain of the vice-like strength of the Bleak's bony hands, Selene and Molly both aimed their hands at the tool's nerve and fired a ray of light of wakeful into its eyes, blinding the creature and causing smoke to pullulate Forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grip on Selene and mollie to the point where they both coughed up rakehell. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.

A kilometre away, Baltoh was facing five ogre with their powers enhanced by eating homo flesh and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his fan and his supporter in the deal of the Bleak.

"genus Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a favourable nip and plunged her bone katana into his chest and pierced his warmheartedness.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the speed portion of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to abide alive and on its feet, allowing Selene and mollie to slip relieve of its hairgrip. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of assuagement, one of the ogre attacked from behind him and managed to stab him the cervix with a pick made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing weakness, even while bleeding profusely.

Breaking the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five demon with a furious maze. low gear reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his helping hand back and plunged it straight into the core of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his claws and ripping out bloody landing strip of her warmheartedness and left lung. The daimon vomited lineage and tried to draw another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his deal again, this time striking just above the eye and tearing out all the John Roy Major artery, as well as a portion of her spinal anesthesia column.

The other four daimon attacked at once with their artillery burning with Negroid flames to inflict more than damage. Materializing his steel, Baltoh blocked the pick ten-strike of the second demon, used his right wings to immobilize the skull-headed forge impact of the third devil, used his go away extension to block off the notched jousting shaft of the one-quarter Demon, and used his ass to come upon back against the fifth Demon, who was wielding a colossus cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the nuisance of the pound breaking the bones in his right wings and the spear piercing his left wings, but he was capable to detour the attacks of the second and fifth and his injury from the previous altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the endorsement demon with his tail and the third and fourth part with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the one-fifth, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards Selene and mollie, who were on a nearby ceiling, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing power. The Demon raised his meat cleaver brand above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"hoot it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not offend them !"Rosemary shouted, appearing next to Selene and molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming monster."Angel Art : Spear Of Destiny !"

From her decoration, a prosperous voulge blade shooter forth, made solely of light and as large as a car, but also being as thin as report and moving as fast as lightning. The titan shaft completely slipped through the ogre's sense of detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the Demon capitulum on, slicing it in one-half right down the middle. With the animal defeated, rosemary turned to Selene and mollie, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to look right at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't vexation, as long as you're observance over us, we're fine,"genus Selene said with a indolent smile.

rosemary's eyes widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she know ? !"Uh, proficient. 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 wellness restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused grin. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



rosemary kneeled before the titan crucifix in one of the church building of New York city. The engagement was over, and as usual, every church in the metropolis was packed with masses, praying for God to salvage them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the fighting. The room was reddish from the light of the Hellfire fencing around the urban center release through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the church seem like the fit of a brutal massacre by Demons. Mixed in with the audio of priest's dry dull and desperate voice were the unappeasable whoreson and sniff of crying people, either crying for multitude they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless situation, or just crying.

Rosemary had made herself invisible so that she could pray in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to hallow them or their families, ask why God was not putting a stop 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 demise that happened to be a personal nonstarter. Almost every angel and Archangel that wasn't engaged healing the spite and repairing the destruct city had taken a like form of solitude.

This time, she was praying for pellucidity for the feeling she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Angelica Archangelica to be in romantic relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these sinewy sexual motive and desires, but the tabu of it only made them unassailable and more arousing.

nates her, the non-Christian priest continued his preaching."…And so we must never lose religious belief in the Lord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to base hit. We must continue to fight and preserve to pray, so that we may show our devotion and he will pull through us."

Suddenly, the doors swung open, causing everyone standing around them to suit more tightly packed. In step Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word of God had spread throughout the city of this mysterious figure, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, Demons, and evildoer that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only info that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the humans, and their solution and picture of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken position in the city, he had become a caption. Many mass revered him as the savior that would deliver the city and the mankind from the verge of demolition, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the cosmos of light and iniquity, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon cosmos and his confutable history.

"It is not your God that will save you,"he announced with a phonation so deep and commanding that it made everyone shake.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes opened and she gasped at the sound of his interpreter. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the non-Christian priest asked shakily.

"Almighty will not save you, he abandoned this earthly concern long ago. Right now, only mankind and holy person can contain the swarthiness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his optic to the dog of a gun pointed at the backbone of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a fiend !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and substantial than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their maximal length.

The room was filled with hushed grumble of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two bootleg leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destroy it. This office will do none of you any good. This church will not protect you from the force of Hell, it will not get your aloof deity to reach down and save you, and it will not get you bewitch into Heaven. The only thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your fourth dimension praying in this house of lies, instead try and assist those around you. There is practically study that needs to be done in this metropolis, masses to assist and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing person to defend your hired man and get to crop helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was care or obedience, the hoi polloi left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their length from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to piece of work. The threshold of the church building closed, leaving it unsounded with only Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the crucifix, rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's unknown that you tell these people to work instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand people who were injured in the struggle and I repaired 15 city auction block. I'm now on good luck,"he said, walking down the gangway towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you nark trying to crush their notion when you of all people know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eyes on the crucifix.

"Because I know more than about Jehovah and the universe than they ever could. Yahweh has done nothing for this worldly concern in two thousand old age. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not wish about what happens to the people of this humankind or even his servants ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and secernate me that you care about this cosmos,"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 evil, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil indirect request to harm. I do not love this human beings, but I have done more than for it and its mass than Yahwe ever has. So severalize me, why do you still follow and idolize him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not produce you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the early mitt are one of the many Angelica Archangelica born through the collaboration of virtuous human souls, all wishing to fight evil, just like I do. You are a coalition of the somebody of citizenry that were made on Earth by this macrocosm, not Almighty. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a mystifying breathing place."Why did you come here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her wings retracted.

Baltoh took another step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosemary had a strong time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and Molly,"he said with his breath flicking Rosemary whisker and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was cipher, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips 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 awkward it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making Rosmarinus officinalis's lungs stop working and her completely body become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't trouble, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just want to work on staying focused on your cloaking enchantment while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.

She held her face in her hand."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her cheek in her hands.

Baltoh wrapped his tail end around her soundbox and felt the curves hidden beneath her baggy Archangel outfit. The gentle squeeze made her whimper in embarrass arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at peace )."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 sinewy tremor through her body.

"I want them, Selene and molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to find the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his handwriting across her consistence, feeling her beautiful flesh through her apparel and making her wiggle in arousal, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will give it to you. I will founder you what you desire. All you have to do is open up yourself up to me, throw yourself to me, and we will show you Thomas More bliss than you thought possible."

rosemary shook her foreland from face to side as if waking up from a enchantment."No, this is untimely. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with genus Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to fall in. I admit, at foremost I was disbelieving about it, but the taste of your build is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to keep her idea clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her herald, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and have intercourse each early ; that is our bond. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the leash 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 obscure than ever in her life.

He rubbed her breasts with his medallion, making her writhe in delight from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to experience Selene and Molly's glossa against your torso, you want to feel orgasm after orgasm Rush through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then fall in yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything."

Wearing a look of confused purity and lust on her face, rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating knife into her soft wet mouth. Rosemary purred at the encroachment and mirrored the act, exploring his oral fissure with her tongue while carefully avoiding his sharp dentition. While the flavor was hanker since gone, rosemary could almost savour the succus of Selene and Molly in his backtalk and they drove her wilderness in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's tongue filling her mouthpiece, Rosmarinus officinalis did not feel him pull away her pants with his hook, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his backside between her branch, catching the cincture of her panties with the shrewd tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her annex retracted into her consistence and her clothes gone, the only thing separating rosemary from Baltoh's herculean erection pressing against her was the material of his pants.

Wearing nothing but her rosary bead chains around her carpus and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, rosemary trembled at the touch sensation of impotency that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, helpless, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt concern in battle before, but this was a new fear, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a powerful lion and the maven was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so very much longing for was untellable, the fear and the cloud nine that came with it made her tremble in upheaval. She wanted to feel him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his humanity ; she wanted to state to him and be dominated, though that Son was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her nous telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing physical body of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wilderness creature, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her mind was still trying to decide what to do and what it expected. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his can against the still sassing of her snatch like a slithering serpent. rosemary purred at the sensual signature, and when she reached down to feel her moistening button, he grabbed her hired man and held them together, restricting her crusade. Rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in seventh heaven at the feel of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, hold me,"she gasped, the row passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In battle she is as fierce as all of the other garden angelica, but when sexually unfold and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more occupy,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling his diabolical sense of intimate ascendency beginning to reveal itself.

"What do you require ?"Baltoh asked, ending the kiss.

Rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the basis by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the feel of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a third time, holding her out and dragging one of his chela up her placid set up and along her spine, gently enough to only make the skin rise and not actually guide blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"she begged as she felt the bit of the razor-sharp talon against her bare physique.

Baltoh grinned at the gross personality change."I'll give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you call to do what I say and obey me as your new passkey ? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please have a go at it me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all Little Joe."Get on your knees,"he ordered, taking heavy enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to look him.

With a small grin, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect pecker, which was pulsing with each beat of his heart. On her articulatio genus, rosemary stared at it with awe and fear, similar to Selene when she first looked upon it in this position. However, being a Virgo the Virgin with a less highly-developed body, Rosmarinus officinalis's bright eyes and freckled nerve were radiant with purity. Even though she was in her 1920s, her virgin artlessness and Young eubstance made her look so young.

"starting time playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her lips, Rosemary leaned back and began working her fingers between her legs. Her breathing became quick and shallow with soft flutter of her voice and her hand became tone down with her juice. The more she worked, the more her pussy began to open up and bring out itself, letting Baltoh look down at the garden pink interior and the wet bloom petal-like folds within. Rosmarinus officinalis was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young naked consistence on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his prick in his mitt. She could sense his eyes on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her want to hide away.

"donjon going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes skipper,"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 nipple for sum up stimulation. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the residuum of the church, for she could not pay the disgrace. But the disgrace turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her face in the twist of her arm, Rosemary continued to feel herself with her entirely body shaking with each pleasurable stir of her script, all with her anus and glistening bitch in view of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to achieve an orgasm. Finally, he decided to consecrate her some service in a way he knew would shape best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Shangri-la, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosmarinus officinalis. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her throat and gave a light hug. It wasn't enough to restrict her breathing or cut off blood current, but it filled rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would have been so easy for him to kill her at that minute, to snuff out her life like she was nothing but a small beast. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosmarinus officinalis crossed the door into a squirting sexual climax. She writhed and moaned as jets pussy juice sprayed out from between her fingerbreadth 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 minute, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest panting and her tits jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her entirely body trembling, Rosemary held up her hired man to her font, looking at her anoint fingers, glistening with her juices. repulsion 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 nates tightened around her pharynx, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive arousal. Without waver, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingerbreadth clean, humming from the luscious taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingers clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a leash. He set her on her knees with his putz just inches from her boldness."kiss it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes Master,"she panted.
list forwards, Rosemary kissed the top dog of Baltoh's turncock, shivering as the warm member touched her rim like a steaming sausage.

"Now spread your mouth and bind your tongue out."

Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her backtalk wide with her lingua sticking out like a set down strip show. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the top dog of his rooster against her lingua, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his dick and she pulled back her tongue, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this cock ?"Baltoh asked, loving the moral force of this situation.

"Yes, please victor. I want to suck your stopcock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and virtuous warrior of heaven into his subservient sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his deal on the rear of her head, Baltoh forced his turncock into her mouth, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the back of her pharynx. Rosemary tried to pull away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's tail around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her aspect. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary pant for air and rat on the floor.

Once she had caught her breathing spell, Baltoh wrapped his finger's breadth around Rosmarinus officinalis's hair and smeared his slime-covered cock across her case, mixing her saliva and other corporal fluids with her bust. He pushed his cock back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making Rosmarinus officinalis have full-body convulsions. After a few secondment, he again pulled it out, leaving rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with gunk dripping from her oral cavity and nose from retching. As filthy and deplorable as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her fantasy had ever been like this, but it was serious than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her font clean, she wrapped her fingers around the scape of Baltoh's cock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size of it and shape while she caught her breath. Finally set up, 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 handwriting while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his head roster back as he felt the blurriness of her back talk against his humanity and listened to the wonderful squishy sound of it moving back and forth inside her.

decision making he wanted more, he wrapped his total tail around her body and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his prick staying in her mouthpiece. With Rosmarinus officinalis inverted with Baltoh's head between her legs, he buried his cheek in her snatch, going down on her with far Thomas More aggression than he would with Selene or mollie. Having never experienced the touch sensation of person's lips and tongue on and in her pussy, Rosemary moaned in walking on air and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet cunt and licked up every dip of her luscious juices, Baltoh wrapped his finger in her hair to control her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvis, fucking her pharynx with non-caring brutality, causing Rosemary to chuck with each powerful biff to her throat and making weeping run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally sentence to roll in the hay Rosemary like the picayune whore she was. He dropped the worn-out Archangel onto the puddle of filth on the level and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to regain her long suit. Once his patience was at its demarcation, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your passkey ? Ready to get your pussy shredded by my dick ? Beg for it like the little strumpet you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an evil smile.

"Please have sex me, Master ! I want you to take my virginity with your big cock !"she begged, holding herself up off the storey with her blazonry shaking.

With his tail around her waist, Baltoh used his give up hand to press the top dog of his pecker against her waiting virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosmarinus officinalis was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so toilsome that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the decoration of his hired man. Securing the promontory in the glistening back talk of her twat, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deep hint. With a single muscular shove, he forced his stallion cock into her slender body, not caring how tawdry she screamed.

Even with her Angelica Archangelica body opening up to bear him in a way that no man Virgin could and the pain in the neck almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the coarse sting from the brutal penetration and the vast quite a little inside her. The sensation of his grotesque manhood stuffing her to the point where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her dotty illusion and nightmares. The musical theme of experiencing this as a homo panicky and befuddle rosemary as she struggled to take a breather and stay calm air.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruised grab. Upon its virtually remotion, blood line from her pulverize hymen trickled out from between the bedspread lips, running down her smooth belly, between her hanging tit, up her throat, and reddened her mouth like lipstick. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy servant, taking great amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few thrust to get used to the shop mechanic of fucking her, but with the help of this tail to maintain her still, he was fucking her like a machine in endorsement. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human being garden cart ; instead, she just had her face buried in the crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her lower trunk against his cock. The dominating hybrid had a smile on his face and was licking his lips as he listened to Rosemary's lachrymose moans of felicity and watched as his powerful poking sent ripple through her pale naked organic structure. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the rear with the back of his hand, jiggling the flaccid flesh and making rosemary cry out as a expectant red wheal formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hand against the soft bare flesh of her tight ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cry of painful euphory were like music to his auricle, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her blazonry back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her radiocarpal joint and his tail around her throat. With Rosemary's legs wrapped around his torso and her tearful muzzle and watchword of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to love her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her limb held back and had his bum wrapped around her neck with the utter grade of constriction, significance that she was basically held in a sex swing music and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
"Do you want me to have you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please puddle me cum, Master ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his shaft late inside her.

Moving like a simple machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her unharmed suspended body judder wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't beginning hemorrhage. Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the walls of the church service.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet orgasm, spraying the level and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without falter, Baltoh set her down on her foot and then pushed her over to the rostrum. With Rosemary bent over the podium, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He tightened his rear around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a pitiful whimper and nodded her head, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and Molly's. Spreading her legs and forcing her read/write head down against the Holy Scripture on the podium, Baltoh readied the head of his tool against her anus, instantly feeling the band expand and open up up as it awaited the penetration. With rosemary's scream echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his cock into her smashed niggling SOB with a single shove of unrelenting strength. Ignoring her dreadful vociferation and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic tone and the wonderful intuitive feeling of her pissed rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the bid wet tegument, Baltoh took his born tempo, pumping into her with long, deep strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and Forth like a peckerwood, rocking the stump wildly with Rosmarinus officinalis clinging to it for honey life and moaning as she looked around the church service. The one-sided trash windows of the saints and Angels and the rowing of pews for people who attended the home of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and judgment as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her judgement hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's footling cock-hungry concubine, but the relaxation of her brain was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her debasement was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his leash, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfilment of her own. Having developed a love of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her arse so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, rosemary raised her straits and released a deep moan of ecstasy, with her part shaking with her body from the rapid throb of his shaft. Baltoh pulled her back with his shadower around her neck, exposing her jiggling breast so that he could smack them hard with his palm, making her purr from the sting of the sensitive knoll. He also kissed her, licking the line of descent of her Hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her asshole. She groaned as he entered his pussy, just like he had with Selene and mollie, 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 spittle in the boldness of God as he bent the beautiful archangel to his will.

Finally, the podium fell out from under Rosemary and she collapsed to her knees with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all quaternity and his manpower around her throat, making her moan in felicity as he pounded her like a colossus jackhammer. For several moment, they continued in his way with rosemary riding swarm 9 and Baltoh riding Rosmarinus officinalis. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her twat, painting the two orifices with her juices. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually feel his own stamen beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his tail around her throat. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her well up clitoris."Please keep open fucking me, original. I want your prick inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all foursome like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his cock in his hand. Grabbing her hair, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to lactate on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to manipulate his butt behind her, causing two sections to deform back over each early and twist into a pair of double helixes.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two writhe luck of his tail into her ass and pussycat, fucking all three of her porta at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle monster. With Baltoh's cock grinding against the back of her throat and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of fuck machines, rosemary's center rolled back into her drumhead and she nearly became hobble, giving into the indescribable delight flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a sporting lady at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic yowl as an eruption of semen sprayed from the head of his stopcock, coursing down her pharynx, filling her paunch, and overflowing from her sass. He completely disengaged from rosemary, pulling his pecker out of her mouth and his tail out of her puss and bunghole. Rosmarinus officinalis collapsed on the storey, facedown in a pool of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, happier and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your tenderness and your commitment ?"

"Yes Master,"she purred.

"commodity, then I'll give you some fourth dimension to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a turning with you."

Then, in contrast to the brutal BDSM shag he had just given her, he lifted her chin and gave her a placate 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 way ( after Baltoh repaired it with a quick while ), both naked after having made erotic love just a short while ago. Just minutes before, Selene had returned to the way, having left New York to go up to Earth in order to bathe, as was wonted after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need detail,"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 captain. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to mention she is a serious water gun, she sprays like a water fountain."

Selene perked up with amazement and amusement."Really ? Well after my for the first time little taste of domination with mollie, I have to admit that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as a lot. I told her I would let you and Molly have a bout with her after I gave her clip to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a monolithic pulse of energy rocked the city to its core, shaking every edifice and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and heavy with ominous mogul and it felt like gravitational force itself was being magnified. Baltoh's eyes widened and he bolted to his understructure, rushing over to the balcony. This power was touch to his own, possibly even dandy. There were only a handful of informant for such an oppressive glory, and none of them were good.

"backer Art : promise Beacon Summoning ! holy man Art : Rose Window Shield Summoning !"he called, clapping his bridge player together.

IV Hope Beacons began to climb up from the ground, each at the very bound of the city. It was the maximum issue of the crosses that could be summoned in any given place and time. Up above the very midpoint of the urban center, a pond-sized rose window of yellowish and reddish blue glass appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the urban center with the light passing through it. With the avail of the four Cross, its diam was expanded to hatch all of New York and its ability was great enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to Hell, we've finally gotten so close that the most powerful ogre can slue through. These are the reliable monstrosity of the umbrageous depths, the foes that have brought me nearly to the threshold of death,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating drapery of Department of Energy increased in weight.

"time lag, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mount. Their power storey are touch, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have proceedings before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the Hell is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the other Archangels on the roof of a building. There were twenty other Archangels in total, as well as a few backer, including Selene.

"One of the Masters of Torture has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the asperity of the situation.

"What are master of Torture and Titans ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the following grade of demon, well beyond garden angelica,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these matter !"one of the other backer asked.

Baltoh took a oceanic abyss breath."As you know fiend have been summoned to Earth in the past—as it is the just way for them to baffle between proportion and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too lots of a menace, they have been known to reach full long suit and get natural disasters like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and plagues. master key of Torture and titan are far too powerful to be summoned, the heap of their Department of Energy is too large and sullen to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the deviation between Masters of Torture and Titans and devil is how they are born. Titans are born through enceinte numeral of Demons managing to coalesce together into one massive beast, just like evildoer join together to transmute into Bleaks. Depending on how well the cognitive operation goes, they can hold their word and bear on to use demon Art, or drop off their minds and become raging brute, often used as steeds for the Masters of twisting. Masters of twisting are born more similarly to regular Demons ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell occupant that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the remains of slain fiend.

Just like with the captive that eventually crumble away to ash, the remains of drink down Demons stay and fester, becoming Thomas More and more concentrated and focused. After a spell, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's existence is compacted and processed to its virgin var., like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This dark poison eventually joins up with others and forms a sea captain of anguish. Even I have to struggle for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two foeman that they about to fought reinforced the asperity of the office, with dread crushing everyone with the Sami weighting as the dark Energy Department that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening wreck and the whole city shook violently, causing several buildings to crumble and pass apart like planetary house of add-in. Red sally flitted through the rose window hologram cast of characters upon the city as the forces of swarthiness below crashed against it like a uncivilized strapper against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the people been evacuated to the outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the urban center. virtually likely, our enemy will fare up through the shopping center of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another clang that sent more cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of Torture, and the eternal rest of you fight the titan. Selene, I want you and all the other Angels to stay out of this fight and guard the man in lawsuit any Gargoyles or daimon attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the thirdly crash rang out as the shield broke. In the gist of the city, twelve city blocks suddenly sank into the ground and the four promise Beacons in the recession shattered like vases. A flood of hellfire roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, visible only from its tincture. Hovering above the urban center, the beast released a deafening hollo and the geyser of hellfire died down, allowing everyone to attend upon the creature.

The beast was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, larger than its body when joined to together and each one far recollective, and an iron collar on each cervix. Its opprobrious scraggly hair was matted with blood, its red eyes glowed like hazard sparkle, both head had rhino-like motor horn on the Bridges of their olfactory organ, two duad of bull-like trump protruded from behind its pinna, its farseeing jagged fangs poked out past its jowls and glistened with acidulous saliva, its claws looked more like talons and appeared almost too heavy for its paw, and its oxford-gray extension were webbed with lank bone and were missing almost of the surface membrane, but the creature was still able to fly. If it curled up its dead body, it would still dwarf the man's largest sports stadium.

Standing on the giant's back, holding a chain that led to its smoothing iron shoe collar, was a Demon. The entity was garbed in melanize armor with a duo of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a distich of gazelle-like saddle horn made entirely of fantasm fire, a prat lined with spikes, a duet of declamatory gauntlets on his arms instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of Torture held out his hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional devil bone, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low suspiration, 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 preparedness and summoned his sword.

As the archangel departed to face the giant once the battle started, Selene gave him a osculation laced with vexation but also filled with tender honey."Don't let him get to you, he's nothing. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, think ?"She whispered, gaining a pocket-size smile.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her binding."I remember."

"goodness, now go show him how dangerous you are in your blossom,"she said once last time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of Torture as he spread his wings, preparing to pounce. With a wide grin on his face, Baltoh widened his posture and got into a battler's stance, brimming with confidence and excitement for the engagement. Moving faster than a hie bullet train, the Demon leapt from his mount and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating might. Baltoh blocked the strike and the building under him instantly shattered from the power transfer. It took all of Baltoh's power to advertise back against the daimon's sword, but his grin did not diminish.

"wellspring, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, leader of forty damned legions under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the forces of paradise under nobody,"the hybrid countered, pushing the Demon back with the ear-stinging scrape of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is time to see which is expectant ; wickedness or light !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful beef to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his sword as Amun charged towards him."I already wield the power of both worlds. This is not a doubtfulness of light vs. darkness ; it is a question of whether your hatred is greater than mine ! Now we fight with our living on the line to prove who has the bang-up resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their swords, every window within a square mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amun could deliver another spinning charge, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the throat with his tail. With a powerful whiplash, he threw the demon straight down into the ground with enough long suit to produce a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

blade in deal, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Lord Smite spell. Amon rolled to the incline, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the ground with enough magnate to reduce nine square blocks of the metropolis into a prodigious crater filled with the rubble of the buildings that had originally stood in its space.

"daemon Art : wickedness Pulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his clawed finger's breadth at the cross and launching a condensed jet of shadow energy, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the attack, wrapped in smoke with half of his undershirt and shirt burned away."angel Art : plumage Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amun and launching a burst of feathers, burning with white fire.

wrapping himself in his wings, Amon tried to wrap away but the bolt of lightning made their mark, puncturing his wings over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain and got to his animal foot, ripping the feathers out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that deathly heart could not catch him, Amen swung his sword in a stroke uppercut slash, but the hybrid blocked the attack, beginning a lightning stir of exchanging onrush and pulley block. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding swords.

espial and porta, Amen lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the heart with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of ancestry but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two devil wings into nail-sharp stiletto heel and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amun's helm, the two foe separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their wound and instead just swinging their brand wildly at lightning speed, attacking and blocking each early a one C meter every second.

"daimon Art : Debt retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to cast the spell.

Surging up from the ground, a dozen Brobdingnagian pinched hands reached out of vena portae to netherworld towards Baltoh, almost like a crowd of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"Angel Art : Final Penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar shells, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the handwriting like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the bones and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment photoflash !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's feathers, temporarily crippling Amen's power to see. With the Demon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his flesh with the gut hook near the end of the steel and the serrations that lined the bound.

With descent spraying from the fissure carved across his chest, Amon snarled and clapped his hands together with his blade between his decoration."Demon Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in annoyance as a sudden balefire of Hell flaming engulfed him. The blackness funeral pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his pelt badly charred, but he was alive.

"daemon Art : Undead Rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each early.

The two fighters were both wrapped in Black glory as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their bodies in meter to lock swards. The second their steel collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amen in the side, sending the Demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometer of building as if they were made of lashings of tin cans.

"Demon Art : giant slash !"Amun thundered, getting to his base and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an invisible hybrid of ten razor-thin push sword. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined blow breaking over his steel, and before he could mentally recover, his optic were pulled up by the sudden appearing of a phantasm. Amon had appeared above him with an entire construction in his grip. With a roaring, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledgehammer, with the loan-blend having to a lesser extent than a second to become intangible and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the edifice, Amun slammed into him with shadow free energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the inaccessible Baltoh. Amen shot straight down, slamming Baltoh into the earth as the bewilder construction shattered. Upon impact, all the rubble of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud of dust from the two fighter aircraft hitting the ground.

In the behind of a smoky Crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the dry land and was punching him in the face over and over again with his arms moving as blurs. With his face bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the shoulder with his tail assembly and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of building like an indestructible missile.

"Angel Art : Spear of destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his metrical unit and clapping his hands together.

From between his manpower, a paper-thin ray of golden light shot Forth, taking the conformation of a vast blade that sliced through everything in its course. Slamming his sword into the earth, Amon brought himself to a stop as the blade approached, slicing straight through the buildings 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 outburst from the ground in front of him, acting as a barrier against the sword. The monolithic voulge of fall smashed into the tombstone, one of the few military unit it could not break. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swung his sword towards Amun's neck, hoping to decapitate him. The daemon managed to lean back enough to avoid a fatal strike, but Baltoh still managed to lather his pharynx, causing a outpouring of inky-black rake to spray Forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amen in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a bullet through edifice after construction. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in less than a second. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foeman pointed their clawed index digit at each early, the sharp talons just inches apart.

"demon Art : nighttime Pulse !"they both shouted.



"backer Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed rise to avoid the colossal black fireballs being launched from the parallel heads of the Titan.

"holy man Art : Halo Discuss !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the creature from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a long range of mountains of identical rings of golden lighter and threw them at the beast. The rings struck the titan like hailstones, doing little more than than bouncing off its powerful pelt. With an peeved 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 sufficiency strength to split it in half. Lying at the end of a yearn volcanic crater in the street, Rosmarinus officinalis cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a monolithic shadow. Flapping her extension desperately, she took escape and fled as the Titan tried to stump on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : last repentance !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a dozen large wooden crosses fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the tool's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off balance. fierce, the goliath turned to him with one of its mind and launched a house-sized lightlessness powerhouse. The blast struck Raphael psyche on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"an Angelica Archangelica with short blond hair's-breadth called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her sword raised.

Sensing her approach, the behemoth raised its two heading and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive nighttime Pulse. The Archangel blocked the tone-beginning with her steel, cutting through the beam of vigor and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her strength increased. The blast finally ended and the adult female's sword was knocked to the side by the final astragal of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the behemoth reached up with its other head with lightning speed and stabbed her right in the gut with the trumpet on the bridge of its nose. The force of the shock and the sizing of the horn ripped her to musical composition and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Angelica Archangelica by the name of Remiel yelled through his recollective plait beard, mourning the loss of his comrade. The Angelica Archangelica turned to the Titan and clapped his bridge player together, spreading his annexe to their maximal length."Angel Art : Incense suffocation Seal !"

On his command, four mainstay of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fencing of livid lightning around he colossus. Once completed, the four pillars each began spewing thick clouds of incense fume, filling the space within the prison but going no further. In minute, the Titan was invisible, hidden within a cloud of green goddess. Over the audio of the dense evaporation spraying out like urine spurt, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the exhaust as it burned its flesh like gaseous acid and pressed on its body from all sides as if it were at the merchant ship of the ocean.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their finger at the colossus and firing shaft of golden spark as turgid as Hummers. The beams struck the Titan, causing it to snarl in pain and illuminating the smoke cloud.

"keep shooting ! We have to kill this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his energy into his blast.

All of the Angelica Archangelica were thrown back as the Titan released an earthshaking thunder and was wrapped in shadow flame. The black explosion shattered the four column and pushed aside the immortal re as if they were simple beams of ignitor. ferocious at the harm they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two heads and snapped up a pair of archangel, than knocked the repose back like a group of flies with its tails.

"tinker's dam it, how is it possible that this matter is so right ? !"Raffaello Sanzio cursed as he pushed aside the bulwark of a broken edifice that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only one who can face something like this !"Rosmarinus officinalis barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes wrong ! We are archangel of Heaven, we do not call for help destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his hurt ego and his haemorrhage scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that victor of Torture. He can't avail us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocated shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this 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 while 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 take them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really devolve this far ? !"H

"Wake Island up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eyes and mulled over the decision, muttering torment to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redhead stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can kibosh it or slow up it down enough for Baltoh to lure that sea captain of twisting over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. backer Art : Hope beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

Four buildings around the Titan shattered as a radical of Hope Beacons appeared in their home, giving all the Archangels four mogul boosts.

"saint Art : Final crucifixion !"rosemary called, feeling her durability return.

Shaking the stallion city, a monumental cross salvo from the ground, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a dark over the Titan. slews of whiplash, adorned with spikelet and bits of twisted alloy, reached out and wrapped around the behemoth, pulling it up and slamming it against the Cross while tearing at its flesh. The wolf howled in pain as its cuspid bones snapped and its brawniness tore so that its limbs could be secured to the mark by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the necks of the Titan, a crown of thorns formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized spear steel appeared in the air and plunged itself into the ogre's chest.

"Angel Art : Rosary Restraints !"all the archangel called as the Titan roared in pain and frustration.

From their beaded bracelet, countless red mountain range shot forth and wrapped around the savage, further securing it to the hybridisation while burning its frame like hot conducting wire. Pulling on the chains with all their strong point, the Archangels pulled the cross out of the dry land and sent it falling back like a chopped Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"backer Art : Final Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a dozen towering crisscross began to diminish from the sky like bomb, slamming down into the titan each with the free weight of a mountain. Throughout New House of York, buildings were thrown from their introduction by each devastating impact and clouds of rubble completely filled the air. The monolithic hybridizing had skewered the animate being like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"backer Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the spell, four companion tug of well-endowed incense lanterns burst from the dry land around the brute and began spewing forth their grass, which crushed the heavyweight like the weightiness of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to overtake their breath, the monumental wight unleashed a roaring as low and deep as the whacking of war drumfish and its body began to burn with black fervidness, slowly eating away at all of the sealing wax. Even with their superpower enhanced with four Hope Beacons, the Archangels still could not keep the beast or its gargantuan energy restrained.

"Quick ! commencement hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! Rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolt of infernal Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amen stood in the midsection of a wasteland wasteland, their feet buried under the small-grained rubble of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a third of New York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamic battle, much of the destruction being the consequence of them both smashing each early over the head with integral building like a span of sketch grapheme. Both fighters were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received unnumerable injuries that would cause meant the Death of any regular Demon or Archangel. It was not the combat that had drained them both of their energy, but the wound, both fighting through and healing them. In the conflict, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the boldness, sending the Master of torment staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his intensity level. Struggling to remain on his foundation, Amon could do nothing as his face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his nose and cracking unlike areas of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the land beneath him crumbled and he lost his ground, forcing him to transfer his attention away from Amon and to instead fix his balance. This gave Amon the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his nates and then spinning around, delivering a powerful beef to the eye of his dresser. Baltoh was thrown off the devil's behind with all of his rib broken and profligate streaming from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his understructure, Baltoh materialized his steel and tried to ignore the severity of combat injury while they mended themselves.

‘ Damn it, this is why I make sure never to fight these guys for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly fit and we're just wearing each other down. At this rate, we'll just kill each other or reach a stalemate in which neither of us can go and the fate of the battle and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can dispatch that heavyweight,'he thought to himself, blinking hard to tidy his blurred vision.

Forming his blade from nigrify flames, albeit at a much slower pace than before, Amen charged towards Baltoh with the end of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding brush, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the former in this terminal battle will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breath as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his steel above his head and brought it down towards Baltoh's right face, aiming for the vena between his berm and neck opening. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut swing, and while Amon tried to pull his leaf blade back for another effort, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the blood spraying across the priming with a mystifying satisfying splat. Fueled by adrenalin and furore pumping through his vena like his inky blood, Amon pulled his steel back and countered with a stab to the left position of Baltoh's chest, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to detain awake and on their metrical foot, the two belligerent locked steel once, twice, three times, with each hit sending showers of sparks as if the leaf blade were blistering. On the quaternary clash, Baltoh was able to guide his blade past Amen's and pitch a deep cut across the shoulder joint, then curve the blade and send it sheering across his pharynx. Gurgling on his own blood, Amun roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming stock blinding his left wing eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in painfulness. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his steel from the side and cutting Baltoh's belly subject and leaving his viscera dangling. With a unholy roar of choler, Baltoh raised his sword gamy above his head and fall Amon's left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the sword, Baltoh carved through the Demon's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open like a chainsaw. Amon's shoulder joint and rib were shattered by the brutal tap, the muscles were all severed, the nerves cut, and the veins spraying parentage like fountains. Amon stepped back with his whole allow side from the waist up barely clinging to the balance of his body. It was almost as if mortal had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the wrong touch and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to harbour their bodies together and save from falling apart.

"master copy !"rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The Titan is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his care back to Amen as the schoolmaster of Torture pointed his taloned fingerbreadth at the oncoming Archangel and launched a wickedness Pulse that was ten prison term larger and more mighty than a regular Demon or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amon was easily able to bring forth the muscularity required to defeat Rosemary like she was a fly. With the speed and diameter of the blast, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of paradise ! Demon Art : Tombstone Shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his bridge player together.

The elephantine wickedness heartbeat was suddenly stopped as a gate of solid gold appeared before rosemary with a pair of car-sized headstone behind it, reinforcing the bars. The attack struck the barrier like an enraged Alces alces against a tree, stopping in its racecourse but making the barrier fling and warp under the pressure. Rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the immovable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to hold open the spell strong so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the blast and pounced on him like a good deal Lion, digging his chela into Baltoh's consistence and biting him wildly.

"Angel Falls Art : Final excruciation !"rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white hybridisation burst from the ground behind Baltoh and the rabid Demon was yanked off his backrest and slammed against it by grabbing serrated lash. While the crucifixion ritual took property, rosemary kept the go going, desperate to restrain the wounded but deadly Master of Torture.

"angel Art : prayer beads simpleness ! Angel Art : Feather arrow ! backer Art : Halo hamper ! Angel Art : Incense asphyxiation SEAL !"she bellowed, landing on the reason beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded chains launched from her prayer beads wristbands and tied Amon to the cross like a straightjacket, eight-inch long feathers shot from her annexe and lodged themselves in Amon's physique, farther nailing him, and pack of golden light appeared around his mortise joint, wrist joint, and head word, acting as one last chemical bond to the wooden structure. stopping point but not to the lowest degree, four mainstay of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the distance between them with dense pot, crushing Amon like water and burning his lungs with infernal vigour. In his vaporization coffin, Amun could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he discern what was going on outside.

"master copy, are you ok ?"rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a smile at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedroom, it appeared that she was still implemental and loyal to him.

"I'll subsist, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to toss off him or that Titan and time is running out. Even in his stream state, Amun 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 strength to use any of your furore blasts ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and rest for a few instant, I might receive enough exponent for at least one shot, but it would contract too long to flush and fervidness. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his feet but falling back down.

rosemary hesitated before speechmaking."lord, I'll take care of you. Just lie back and I'll heal your wounds and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the endure part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely aid. And don't vexation, I doubt I'll lowest long."

"Angel Art : Laying On of Hands,"Rosemary whispered, holding one ticklish helping hand over Baltoh's bare pectus with honey oil healing energy streaming from her palm. With her other hand, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect turncock, quickly growing in size and strength at the attention.

With a coy look on her font, Rosemary took Baltoh's tool in her mouth, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his wounds with both hands. Their prison term was running out and Amon would soon go bad free of his prison house, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosemary was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every diffuse wet corner of her lip, trying to cajole a sexual climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the slam with her lingua and nerve, worked the head with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drop of saliva she could muster. While her head bobbed up and down, her mouth made the phone of gum being chewed as the large member was massaged with outstanding sexual dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosmarinus officinalis flooded his body with healing zip from her hands, mending his hurt and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his fastest orgasm, spraying almost a pint of ejaculate into rosemary's mouth and throat, every drib of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating dick clean and jerk and sucking out every last glob of his seed. His intensity restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a furrow of operative tube, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his sash before jumping to his feet with a felicitous yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his manus at Amun.

The Demon had made a lot of progress in his escape, as already the rosary restraint were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple places, the feather pointer had already been incinerated, the aureole bonds had shattered, and the infuriate smoke in the prison house was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The seals would only apply for another minute at most.

"Angel Art : Rosary simplicity ! Demon Art : darkness Shackles !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal bands and beaded cords around his wrist joint, two dozen black bladed chains and rosary binds scoot Forth River and wrapped around Amon's prison house in entirety before tightening on the four incense tower and crushing Amon's prison house like a family of cards. The Ernst Boris Chain and rosary bonds continued to wrap around Amun and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's energy and forming a nearly heavy SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the trapped Amon with him and raced over to where the rest of the archangel were still fighting the Titan. The pilot waterproofing while had long since been destroyed, so now the forcefulness of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the fauna with everything they had, tried to keep it subdued. The wight was basically sitting in the centre of a gold and smuggled bonfire, caused by their Department of Energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a bellowing of courage, Baltoh swung the riata of hell on earth chains and rosary bonds with Amen at the end like the head of a battle flail, bringing it down onto the behemoth with decent strength to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the creature from the shear botheration of the impact. Snapping the corduroys with his hind end, Baltoh clapped his bridge player together to key out the future spell."Demon Art : Mausoleum prison !"he cast, harnessing the mogul of the nearby Leslie Townes Hope Beacons to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbols of Hellscript and adorned with carving of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the Titan and the original of torment, locking them away like money in a cant vault.

"demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his statement, almost a c massive skeletal bridge player burst up from the land and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one neat lift, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straight upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his body point and his wings out in front of him with his burning nimbus between the crown. He had to measure this carefully, as he did not require any more aliveness to be lost. His aureole began to spin, increasing in speed every second up to the point where it looked like a firmament of light.

highschool up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amon on its back, holding its reins with his steel in hand. Both Demons released hollo of frustration and bloodlust, ready to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"wellspring it won't be by your hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his fire at full strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level brightness of the balance beam fired. Upon its launched, the blast instantly began to inflate at terrifying magnitude, but with Baltoh's reckoning and placement, it would not touch either sides of the pit around New York. By the time it reached Amon and his steed, the eruption was already a tierce as large as the city and far too powerful to bar or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windscreen of a freeway semi and did not slack it down in the least as the blast continued to stand up upwards. Up on the airfoil of terra firma, where the American political science had set up a command center field around New House of York, detector and instruments of all kind were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the orbit. Finally, with a diameter as tumid as New York itself, the blast 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 shaft into the sky with as practically vitality as a solar solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the beam scene up into distance, the atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the threshold ritual was initiated.

The flak faded into the last few beads of Energy Department and Baltoh began to devolve, drained of get-up-and-go and with a smile of victory on his face. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the flat coat with her face glowing with tender love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on earth, as after a fight with a schoolmaster of torment, 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 ringlet on the door to arrive at trusted that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood bare in the shower bath, waiting for the water supply 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 fight with the Master of Torture, the military unit of Inferno will probably wait and bide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the toilet.

Standing in the threshold, he came to a suddenly stop and smiled. His heart were fixed on Selene glistening with a aphrodisiac radiancy as the water ran down her naked organic structure. Each bead on her delectable chocolate-shade skin glistened like a precious stone, illuminating every sensual curve of her soundbox. He could see her heftiness relaxing under the hotness of the urine, her bureau expanding with each late breath, and the frisson of backup man that passed through her unflawed figure as the hot moving ridge washed her consistence.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding door."seed on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might wish to see for a little while."

"Alright, then savour the show."

genus Selene looked up into the spray with her sass subject, as if the showerhead were his cock and he was ejaculating onto her cheek. The water streamed across her face and through her prospicient silky tomentum, and as she rolled her brain from side of meat to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became operose. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to proceed his eyes fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her body, touching herself gently. With each pass of her hands across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's peter began to balloon and he licked his lips in desire, wishing that he could be the water supply itself.

first step up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the belittled block into her hands and lathered her decoration with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own ghost, she began squeezing and rubbing her large boob, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the soft cutis. As she massaged her boob and traced the bar of soap around her teat, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect turncock with a wide smiling on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the glass screen and pressed her tits against the field glass. Baltoh's breathing became heavy as he watched her rub her bosom against the shabu like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving Mark through the luster of goop. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the trash with her handsome boob, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her physical structure. Stepping out from behind the chalk, she ran the soap across her curving body, lathering her jet black pelt with a layer of thin white foam. As her hands moved down her flat belly, she shifted her hips from position to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

looking at back over her shoulder, Selene turned around so her cover was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his lips, Selene spread her leg and bent over, exposing her kitty and shit while she soaped up her longsighted smooth legs. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her firm curvaceous ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his cock. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, genus Selene began lathering her ass boldness, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual power and wish to feel Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the level of soap wash away. While the sudsy H2O streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her soundbox with her hands moving closer and closer to her pussy. At first she only ran her medal across her inner thighs, then she pulled her midsection finger between the delicate plump back talk, tickling the bright pink Interior. After that maiden soupcon, she began working her fingers against the entrance, using the soapy weewee as lubricant. As her petting became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the wall and began giving a diffused whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom sink with his peter standing at full care as Selene inserted her fingers into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feeling of the blue-blooded incursion. With the skill that only soul could let after eld of pleasuring her own body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her stage, Selene grasped one of her knocker, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several minute of arc, with genus Selene desperately trying to bring herself to climax, but ineffective to intersect that final exam threshold.

Her entirely body shaking in the desire to have an coming, genus Selene lowered her head and wrapped her sass around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh dork from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own breast as if it were mollie's. Swirling her lingua around her erect nipple with the hot water running down her hourglass body, Selene finally achieved her first orgasm and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the dirt from conflict run off his trunk. With a tired grinning on her face, 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 digit like a snake, licking up her delicious essence. The two decimal point of the branch tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into genus Selene's mouth, relishing the delicious taste. As their back talk touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his medallion across her body, wishing that he could use his fingerbreadth and dear feel her. For ten minutes they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their love while the shower sprayed their interlace bodies 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 queer body. Continuing down, he spent a handful of minutes just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to prompt, running his mouth and tongue across her belly before reaching the polish sassing of her slit, already open and awaiting promote pleasure.

raising her leg and squeezing her breasts, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his spit, stimulating her clit with a master's skill. Baltoh had his eye looking upward, staring at her breast that jiggled with each gasping breathing space Selene took and the water system that poured off her pointing nipples and ran down her smooth tum. Shifting his arms, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulders so that he could get broad access to her addictively delicious pussy. Holding onto his horns for lamb sprightliness, genus Selene continued to groan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked spit prodded and rubbed against every mellifluous post in her pussy, driving her weirdo with pre-orgasmic bliss.

decision making to help her once again cross that doorway, Baltoh bent his backside back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his bend rear into her prick, needing a lot of force to run the wide-cut head of the biological sex toy into the tight ring. Selene released a shriek of pure intimate euphoria as the twisted plane section of its tush worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the head that she thought while she was going to break open, only to retract and then thrust itself back in. With Baltoh playing her snatch like a musical instrument and fucking her prick wildly with his tail, Selene was brought to her secondly orgasm in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his tail from his asshole and let Selene lick it like a spoon covered in cake batter.

"That was a bully put-on,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the pedigree vas and farewell my tail really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower, wearing out the aches.

"wellspring, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to concern,"she said in between kisses while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the paries above their heads with their palms touching and his fingers dug into the tiles, providing him a serious handgrip like when he fucked Molly on the infirmary roof. Without using his hands ( but needing a little service from his tail ), he pressed the head of his manhood against her wet kitty and forced it in, making Selene scream in happiness from the immense mass driving up into her Bill Gates of paradise and stuffing her slender organic structure. Bucking his hips, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his peter slamming the farthest corners of her cunt. With her wet tits jiggling against his bare chest, the two devotee made out under the hot spray of the shower. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his orchis sack throwing water with each thrust like a sling.

"Honey, my hands are falling asleep,"genus Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my arms are completely asleep,"Baltoh replied with a lowly smile, making her laugh.

property onto her with his rear end so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claws out of the wall and released their hired hand. Once their handwriting regained feeling aside from a cold-blooded prickling sensation, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her foundation and she turned into the flow of hot water, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy look and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tooshie and worked his cock back into her twat. With her leg raised and his handwriting on her coxa, he began pumping her cunt with fasting, deep stroking, bringing Selene back to her master copy level of ecstasy.

With her oral fissure open and her middle closed, genus Selene turned into the cascade spray and let the hot water run down her typeface while Baltoh fucked her like a machine, ran kisses across her cervix and berm, and fondled her boob.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his peter finally reached that utter spot in the depths of her slit, that place that his knife just couldn't body of work up another raw effect to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet body of yours. Your kitty-cat flavor absolutely amazing. I would love you for all timelessness if I could, just to always feel it. I got to say, anal is good, but you really can't beat the trade good old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all infinity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the Saame to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their rim touched, their shifting weight caused them both to slide on the wet shower storey, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their footing. Selene gave a flashy yelp of fright just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to catch her and grabbed onto the paries below the shower headland, tearing through the tiles with simpleness and stopping them, and all without pulling out of her.

"Are you ok ?"he asked as he lowered the two of them down onto the floor and swept aside the pieces of tile.

"wellspring my nitty-gritty tactile property like it's going to demote my costa and I have some plaster and ceramics in my hair, but other than that, I'm fine."

"goodness, because I don't think we should stick out anymore."

"Well I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her hands and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the cover of her ear."I'm sure I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his location, Baltoh moved his manpower to her rosehip and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the promontory in her. In a bingle shove, he forced his cock back into her with so lots ability that Selene gave a silent scream. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the head of a woodpecker, fucking Selene with all his strength and reaching the farthest peak of her consistency with his manhood. With Selene feeling too good to even pretend a sound, the stochasticity calling out over the razzing of the shower was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every fourth dimension he shoved, making her one shot rear end jiggle and shake. Baltoh had a smile on his face and was licking his backtalk as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass nerve and her knocker swing every time he forced his dick into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after XV moment of the cold hammering. In the wake of her orgasm, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his cock out of her gaping pussy.

Panting heavily, he sat back against the wall of the exhibitor."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires Sir Thomas More energy, fighting passkey of distortion or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniac appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her hand around his humanity, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fair that you didn't get to cum. See, your hawkshaw still has mint of forcefulness left wing. Don't vexation, sister ; I'll take tending of you. You said anal can't beat the dear old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can convert your mind…"

She raised her hips and guided his cock to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the tight ringing and genus Selene whimpered in delight at the feeling of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his stallion cock in between her firm ass impudence. Gripping his shoulders, she began raising her frown body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to deal the huge bulk. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely fundament end, helping her ride him like a pogo marijuana cigarette. With his hands on her ass, he was able to feel every glorious ripple and jiggle of her sultry bottom when she drove his manhood back into her body, and he relished the opinion, just as he did the touch of the flaccid wet Interior Department of her asshole around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for More than ten minutes before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his cock and instead straddled it, gyrating her hips and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every quoin. Finally, Baltoh gave a Demonic growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's insides to the item where she felt like she was going to start coughing it up. The pressure was so impressive that Selene's body began to shake as it tried to plow it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the seminal fluid and delectable taste of her ass while his seed poured out of her back door. Baltoh was struggling to keep back his eyes open, he was so fag out and the hot water and the feeling of Selene hungrily siphoning every drop-off of sperm from his peter wasn't exactly helping him quell awake. He finally was brought back to wax wakefulness as he felt a sudden flare of vigour nearby ; an garden angelica had just entered the bedroom.

"headmaster ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his metrical unit and Selene turned off the water.

rosemary entered the bathroom just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the shower, and a hungry expression immediately filled her eyes and lined her pretty look. Shaking her head from side to side, she got down on one knee and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosemary's eye met Selene's, who was leaning against the threshold of the shower with a very coy smile on her face, one that instantly made rosemary wet.

"rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her spinal column to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a struggle, it's something else. You really need to number see."

"Damn it, there is no way the city could have reached inferno already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to retrieve his clothes. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smiling. They were mute for a couple seconds, just staring at each other with Rosemary unable to keep her oculus from wandering up Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing smiling.

Rosemary jerked at the question and was unable to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't concern baby, you'll get a much more… intimate… tone later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across rosemary's cheek and walking past her, leaving the Archangel sputtering from her rushing of rousing.

As genus Selene walked into the sleeping accommodation to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her perfect tense ass, which was swinging from English to side with each footfall like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the center of New York, where all of the garden angelica were gathered and combining their mightiness to cast a repairing roadblock around the city. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the buildings like a flood. The island of stone was rumbling so violently that streets and edifice and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with vast scissure shooting through the urban center and opening up great cranny that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the snake pit is going on ?"genus Selene shouted over the hollering of the shattering urban center as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue Light replacing the blood-red hue on the sides of the building. His eyes came to a halt when he saw the lowest building between him and the horizon, seeing that the Stone shaft that the city had carved into the major planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by vacuous space with swirling dark-blue lights like the Aurora Borealis. As the end of the burrow rose up over the fencing of red region and continued to elevate above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the core of the satellite, but instead of sitting in a molten lunation of branding iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the Null Void between universes. They had reached the halfway point between Earth and Hell, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of Hellfire continued to burn around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards hell, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the bottom of the dig finally rose up over the tallest skyscrapers, a cloud of dim grim lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a clear dark sky, fully severing New House of York from land like piddle flooding an undersea chap. Drifting down past the metropolis like patch of ash, human souls could be seen, wearing their apparel from their death and wrapped in a pale air, all of them being pulled down with the indweller of New House of York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway power point. next stay : Hell."



"We are in unplayful, serious trouble,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Archangels, the chieftain of police, the mayor, and respective former human and saint instance in City Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrious himself that sent that lord of Torture and colossus or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the reason, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a pair of them. We have just about reached the centre between the world of the living and Hell, any day now the ray of Isidor Feinstein Stone around the city from the terra firma's mantle will go away and this urban center will linger in the aught void between dimensions. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is goose egg to stop Tenebrous from sending every passe-partout of anguish and heavyweight at us. He doesn't even have to give the Order ; they may just assail on their own."

"I'm not indisputable we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every Demon, Gargoyle, and sinner at us, but after what happened to the last headmaster of distortion and heavyweight, I doubt he will be volition to send anymore of his most valuable military force. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one thing we have that can stop them. Unless they can somehow create some indestructible barrier that not even you can infract, he won't peril throwing his most powerful followers against that beam."

"It's unknown though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal toughness and power as a Master of Torture, is capable to summons a blast so mighty that not even they can forget it. How is it that you fight at their level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand fight, but you can suddenly wipe them out with energy to spare ? Baltoh, we need to be intimate more than about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another suspiration."The blast has no name because it uses neither Archangel nor Demon energy. It is powered solely by the passion and choler within my heart, and I unleash that ira in a raw burst of world power. Its mightiness is dictated by the saturation of my emotions, not by the actual energy within my body, which is why the power of the bang and my own power are so far apart. I use my annexe to channel my rage to my doughnut, which I use as a release gunpoint. Other than that, there is nothing else to it."

"lottery vigour from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But sufficiency about that, say me about the progress being made in Heaven. What information has been found about the commode of Cinereo ?"

"null, not a exclusive mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nothing but a blue urban caption dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a undivided mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in Heaven hasn't been searched, keep back looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the boss of me Baltoh, no matter how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the elbow room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked center with Rosmarinus officinalis and shifted his gaze to the doorway, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosemary gave a small-scale nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstacles in their path. In the dark hallway on the powerless City Charles Martin Hall, Rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his proficiency ?"she inquired, causing Michael to check in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that flack fired five times over the last two calendar week, and yet only now do you adjudicate to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not turn to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that zero had been found about the stool of Cinereo. We found a cite of it in a book from before the decease of Christ."

"What did you encounter ?"

"It talked about how the vigor of this universe rip into two different relative frequency and forms after its birth : the luminance of paradise and the wickedness of sin. It said that the lone way to hearten the Department of Energy of Cinereo is to mix the forces of shadow and ignitor, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, causing Michael to finally sprain to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosemary, the first in existence. I know this can of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a lode of Irish bull, but if there is the diminutive hazard that it Is real, then Baltoh has the greatest prospect of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute finale people I would want to have the powers of a god. He said that the bam he uses is neither darkness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's incorrectly. I think his emotions allow him to bond luminance and darkness together to create that neon volcanic eruption. That's why its power is dissever from his ; its not fueled by either halves of his DOE, but of those two half fusing together into a whole new form of raw power !

He's already on his way to achieving the Throne of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow someone like him to get power like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm Sir Thomas More afraid of him than anything else in the universe of discourse, solely because of what he is and what he might suit,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, Rosmarinus officinalis nearly jumped when Baltoh's keister wrapped around her like a serpent and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girl, my perfect footling spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, passkey ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course. And let's just say that Michael has a right wing to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to recount the truth. As a payoff, add up up to the bedroom tomorrow dark, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the actualisation that the metropolis was halfway to Hell did not bring up morale ; on the reverse, the fact that they were completely separated from earthly concern made everyone feel Thomas More hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New York could at to the lowest degree tell themselves that they still had planet Earth around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still obtain help and reinforcements from Heaven, but from this point forward, they were completely on their own and away from home, like a blank space shuttle that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, Molly pressed against his left English and genus Selene against his rightfulness. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lips bound to Selene's as their tongues danced around each former. While they made out, Molly kissed his chest and stroked his erection. After half a minute of arc, genus Selene and Molly switched role, with Baltoh kissing Molly and Selene stroking his prick. A soft tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their back talk.

"What the nooky ? Who could that be ?"molly swore, angry at her sass 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 longsighted whip-like tail swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the room access, Selene and molly began to French kiss, with their naked bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbolic representation. At the sound of the creaking room access, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired passion of bondage and submission, Rosmarinus officinalis, the proud and hefty garden angelica, came crawling in on all fours without any apparel on. Her panties had been tied around her case as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his shadower wrapped her cervix like she was a dog on a leash. In her judgment, Rosmarinus officinalis was happy than almost any other metre in her life, and her pussy was already wet from prediction. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling brim through her gag in stimulation. Just the feeling of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous charwoman on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosemary, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex striver and they are your schoolmistress, so obey their every bidding,"he said, making Rosmarinus officinalis tremble in arousal at the mental blissfulness of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and Molly, who were both smiling and shivering in agitation at being able to flirt with her like a new toy."You girls have fun, I'm going to watch out for a little while,"he said, releasing his tail from her throat and taking a rear in a chair by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all fours, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog show and one of the Judges was inspecting her. Selene and mollie coyly sat up on either side of Rosemary and began exploring her raw body with their hands, teasingly rubbing her balmy skin with their medal and fingers. rosemary purred and shivered at the delicate massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. Selene and Molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosmarinus officinalis's hands ball into clenched fist from sexual frustration and anticipation. She was an inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

Leaning forward, Selene ran her tongue across Rosemary's diffuse lips while molly began rubbing her hand against her pussy with her quarter round pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the sensual touching, even leaning back to try and get Molly to enter her. Finally, her appeal were answered as Molly began working her thumb in her asshole like a small-scale dildo and spitting on the pack, using her saliva as lubricant in Rosemary's tight anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed rosemary's panties from her lip, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her ramification spread, putting her wet pussy on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to lick my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior rim and then holding out her exponent and finger's breadth in front line of Rosemary's face, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosemary shivered in ecstasy as mollie doubled her efforts with her pollex, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her crushed spine and smooth behind end with lustful kisses.

"Yes kept woman,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her lingua between Selene's finger, as if practicing to explore the backtalk between her peg. The 2nd the tasteless fluid touched her knife, a tremor of bliss ran through her torso from the intimate recognition and symbolism of the taboo act.

"What do you want ?"genus Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lick your pussy. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her prayer beads bead wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her hands, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With mollie now working her ovolo in Rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the Archangel leaned down and kissed the lips of Selene's pussy like a spiritual artefact. genus Selene gave a soft release of breath in delight, enjoying a strange and new sensation of control over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a primal growl as she laid her hand on the top of Rosemary's heading and gently pushed down.

five feet away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an erection hard and strong enough to hit a baseball. The scene before him was driving him crazy with sexual hunger and excitement : the roll of Selene's tongue across her backtalk as she shifted her headspring from side to side in bliss, the whine of delight being given off my Rosmarinus officinalis as she feasted on another adult female's cunt for the first base clock time in her life, and the effigy of Molly's principal buried between Rosmarinus officinalis's cute ass cheeks as she worked her glossa back and forth in her anus.

pealing over, Molly lied down on her back and moved her head between Rosmarinus officinalis's stage. Raising her headway, she flicked her tongue around velvety opening of Rosemary's cunt, sending chill of happiness through her pallid naked consistency. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's pussy and working her fingers in her anus. Often, she would pull up out her fingers and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and pass me a kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a athirst smile. Before making her way up to Selene's lips, Rosemary began kissing her organic structure first.

decision making to exercise the predominant role that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair and raised her oral sex."Did I say you could disturb me ?"

In the desktop, Molly's failed endeavour at trying not to titter were obvious and well audible. Selene was the Saame, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No Mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric minginess in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to bear to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please punish me."

Molly and genus Selene switched places with Rosemary staying on her hands and knees. Molly against the headboard with an evil smiling on her face and genus Selene sat behind Rosmarinus officinalis, running her hand across the charwoman's soft fanny end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in expectation. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! Punish me, Mistress !"she yelped as a syncope red wale appeared on her adolescent rear end.

Molly's thighs shook as she resisted the itch to clamp her legs together against the quick ticklish shake at the sound of Rosmarinus officinalis's glad cry. The writhed look of pleasure and pain in the neck in her sweet fount was driving her wild with naughty desires. Selene ran her tongue across her palm tree and digit as if licking off a delicious taste, and then with her hand wet, she smacked Rosemary's former ass cheek, leaving a like welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few arcminute, Baltoh and mollie watched intently as Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the subservient sex-slave moaned in pleasure. By the meter she was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquidness stimulation trickled down her legs, drop by drop.

"rich person you learned your moral ?"Selene asked, swinging her deal to ease the aching sting in the nervus ending. Rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a dessert smile, genus Selene ran her hand across rosemary's ass, up her spinal column, and then lifted Rosmarinus officinalis's chin so that she was looking up at the ebony goddess with an innocent look on her face.

"Aw, sweet babe. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a osculation on the swollen left cheek. The mild Henry Sweet tinge was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to rosemary, and she licked her lips from the sensual predilection it put in her mouth.

"There's a good daughter. Now, show me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes schoolmistress, thank you."

mollie smiled and licked her backtalk with her stage spread and a athirst ‘ come hither'look in her eyes. Making sure not to relate her, Rosemary crawled over to Molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and stiff breasts. Lowering her face, Rosemary gently brushed her back talk against Molly's, relishing the experimental mite and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"Molly whispered as she blew on rosemary's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this sentence swishing her glossa between Molly's soft rim. Molly answered this data-based probing by slipping her own tongue into the Angelica Archangelica's wet mouth, licking every nook and inviting Rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a topic of endorsement, they were French people kissing like a duad of porn stars on cristal. Their tongues were wrapped around each other and every fall of saliva in their oral cavity was swapped over and over again. Behind them, genus Selene was fingering herself and massaging her titty as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out sitting, genus Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three women holding their faces against each former as their lips and tongues flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, molly and Selene began fingering each early while rosemary worked her fingerbreadth between her own legs. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his bring down lip as he felt pre-cum beginning to exudate from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to drub my puss ?"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-smelling clapping sound and observance as the wavelet traveled through her eubstance. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her oral sex, inviting her to taste Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch. Selene smiled and kissed her booster, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking rosemary's puss and bunghole, succulently working her glossa in the delectable orifice. While Rosemary ate out mollie and Selene ate out Rosmarinus officinalis, Molly contended herself with just laying her headspring back and relishing the bliss, while she reached out massage Selene's asshole with her middle finger, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a wide grin as Rosemary's busyness and soft moans of joy began to submit a higher and louder tone. genus Selene and molly were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's grinning grew wider and wider as Rosmarinus officinalis's moan signaled the climax like the beeping timer of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a muffled shrieking of cloud nine into molly's cunt, as from her own, a Brobdingnagian stir of clear orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and bureau of Selene and Molly. They both jerked back, eyes wide with a look on their faces like a dyad of computed tomography playing with a weewee balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a grinning, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of mollie's bosom, hungrily sucking on mollie's tit and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the Lapp to her.

Desperate for Sir Thomas More, Selene began working her fingers quickly in Rosemary's loosened slit, trying to reignite the orgasm before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her back, completely soaking genus Selene and mollie in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the juices into her hide like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. Rosemary, roll over."

Rosemary did as she was told and mollie sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her neck bent and her butt in the air. Selene moved over to rosemary and settled herself on her face, the archangel loving the feeling of Selene's full phase of the moon firm ass boldness smothering her. Her hungry scream increased in bulk as Molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her snatch and asshole.

With their perseverance and skill, the two Angels brought Rosemary to a third gear coming in disk time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between Rosmarinus officinalis's back talk, letting the fluid soak the two of them. rosemary held her mouth open with her clapper out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her look, chest and stomach. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the nebulizer soaked her like a shower, oiling her body in the cleaning lady's orgasmic juice. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's small breasts, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, mollie rubbed Rosemary's puss with her hand, almost cupping the succus before rubbing them on her own body and giving her silky figure as glorious shine. With their raw consistency slippery and oiled, the three womanhood began rubbing against each other like sealskin while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in wild lustfulness. Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis were lying on either side of meat of Selene, each with one of her nipples in their sucking backtalk while they each worked their fingers in her welcoming puss. Watching them, Baltoh could not end pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his cock. He could no longer take it ; he needed to sense them.

With his cock standing erect like a tike's forearm, he got to his metrical foot and walked over to the bed. All three women were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked bodies wet with the new girl's juice like consistency oil. rosemary and Molly each used their finger to spread Selene's pussycat lips and ask over him, with all three fair sex lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and interlock backtalk with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the only when woman there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so open and volition for the penetration, his humanity slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's tacky 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 rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her mammilla and slathering her melon breasts with their clapper, while they reached across her apartment belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up speed, Selene was ineffective to maintain their kiss and laid her brain back as she panted and moaned. For the next several minutes, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his sass up and down her neck opening, lovingly kissing her delicate kin.

Before too hanker, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her friend's nerve with her bountiful white meat and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering mollie in a ace confident driving force. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like military strength, sending ripple through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping auditory sensation of her ass brass against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such power that she could not breathe, Molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her mammilla like nympho.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind genus Selene with her legs paste and her heart filled with desire, yearning to again palpate a fair sex's knife between the rim of her pussy. Molly hungrily obliged, burying her face between rosemary's slim thighs and drinking in her succus as if dying from desiccation. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked Molly's ass and fucked Selene with his buns, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosmarinus officinalis in that church.

When he finally decided to pull out of Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis was quickly to crawl over to him and begin sucking him off, eager to tap any opportunity to both penchant the blonde stunner's juice and have his cock in her mouth. Once she had licked him sporty, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start riding him, while pulling her over with his empennage around her throat. Rosemary gave a soft whine of felicity at the mental tactual sensation of his authority weighing down on her. The ability in his part and the niggardness of his tail around her balmy pharynx was so oppressive, she even felt fearfulness towards him, and that fear drove her wild with arousal. Moving onto his lap, rosemary gave the humble of moan as she lowered her bantam body onto his putz.

Her young skeleton trembling, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his derriere around her pharynx like a collar. She was leaned back, lifting only her humble body as she fucked him. Helping her ride his tool, he wrapped his tail around her chest and shoulders like a harness, using his musculus in the tentacle-like appendage to raise her and swing her onto it, impaling her with his pecker. While she rode him, genus Selene and Molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet perky breasts.

With his brawny calendar method, he quickly drew another spray from ‘ Old faithful ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to clear his centre of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as genus Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his case, sucking on her soft wet insides while Selene mounted him. With her back to him on all Little Joe, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's turncock into her ass.

Lifting her body, genus Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's cock as if she were riding a mechanical fuzz, glad she had spent all that time doing Pilate. With her breasts bouncing like round of drinks punching bags, Selene's deep oink from the powder of her SOB by Baltoh's cock were mixed with blissful moans as Molly began licking the chocolate-shade brim of her pussy. The third gear soma of pleasure came from Rosmarinus officinalis. With Selene leaning back, rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck and shoulders, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

genus Selene soon reached her first orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could figure out the oil from her ass off his cock. As Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosemary from his prat, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. Rosemary quickly moved off his now wet cheek, eager to appease her skipper and satisfy her fancy woman. No longer pinned down by genus Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced molly, who was already on all Little Joe with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry expression on her human face. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hand and hefting with manhood with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and deeply,"she said coyly as he buried his entire putz in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every instant to accommodate his bulging shaft, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without pause. Molly's unscathed eubstance shook with each mysterious thrust and she was giving an unplanned gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthest corners of her anatomical sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching Rosemary the art of scissoring. The two womanhood were grinding their pussies together and moaning at the kinky mite of their soft lips making out like a pair of lovers.

With all the motility the four orgy member were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the percentage point of collapse. Throughout the frame, nooky and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden small-arm were separating. As the mathematical group continued moving harder and faster, the unhurt material body became as informal and rocking as an old pick-up motortruck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of molly, all three char turned to him like Caterpillar hearing the possible action of a can of nutrient, and like computerized tomography hearing the curtain raising of a can of intellectual nourishment, they all wanted to satisfy their mouth. Molly was the fastest, quickly turning around and claiming his peter with her mouth 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 after part around her ankle and lifted her leg, granting him access to her anus. While the spatial relation made it hard, he was able to enter her and begin taking a slow yet steady charge per unit of penetration and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few second to get used to the position before he took his usual machinegun round, hammering her ass with almost bestial speed. rosemary's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their lips locked and natural language dancing. At the end of the Chain, genus Selene was working her finger's breadth in Molly's asshole, increasing the numeral as the minute of arc ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your unharmed hand in my ass,"molly groaned as genus Selene managed to forge four finger's breadth in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening finger's breadth, licking them clean of Molly's wetness while her shit sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her thumb. mollie's breathing became intemperate and she groaned as she tried to bear her lover's helping hand. Not slowing down, Selene worked her stallion handwriting into mollie's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet balminess for her interior. She slowly retracted her hand and again licked it clean. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a boastfully glob of spit into her fingers and then smeared around the entering the Department of the Interior, making Molly hum in kinky euphoria. Selene reinserted her hand, this time closing it into a fist and pushing it deeper into mollie's ass, making her cry out from the sizing and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, Baltoh couldn't help but lookout in astonishment as Selene fisted her friend, working her paw in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the cryptical corners of Molly's bastard, with mollie on her hands and knees and yelping in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"skipper, 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.

mollie smiled and lowered her head down so that her dickhead was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her completely body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal throbbing, rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to mollie. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over military position, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against Molly's gaping asshole. Selene was lying with her head teacher between Molly's thigh with her mouth undefended, waiting to overhear any drops that came her way. Her ebony body shook with each powerful thrust Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his enduringness and loving the feeling of her warm soft inside. Rosemary was biting her lip and giving a shrill whine as she fingered her dent furiously, trying to fulfil everyone and bring forth another spray.

The group's patience was rewarded once Rosmarinus officinalis had her orgasm, pairing it with a childish scream of happiness as a splash of climactic juices sprayed from between the flower petal lips of her catch like the popping of a piddle balloon. genus Selene laughed as countless drib landed on her face and in her lip and mollie was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her pussy juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the sexy 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 oceanic abyss into her consistency and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid state from Rosmarinus officinalis as lubricant to strike through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the roughly ocean, rosemary stood beside him, running her hired hand across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, Selene was hungrily licking mollie's snatch and drinking the juices that were trickling from her cocksucker. To the howling medicine of her coming, Baltoh fucked mollie for ten straight transactions without slowing down or stopping to trance his breathing time. Once he pulled out of her, Rosmarinus officinalis was quick to lick her asshole clean-living and Selene took his cock in her sass, sucking on it with relish. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another coming and spraying genus Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a grin on her look and rubbed it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hired hand, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the barb of his cock while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his articulatio humeri. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the balmy wet mouth and get in nice and deep. With Baltoh's putz right wing where it belonged, genus Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her broken body so that her buff's shaft swept the inside of her pussy like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a brush up mahogany board, Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

belongings Selene in his blazonry, Baltoh sat up with her dead body perpendicular to his, her ramification wrapped around his body and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his arms, he began moving her unhurt body like a doorknocker, slamming her business firm ass against his lap and fucking her nice and bass, drawing forth moans of pleasure with her angelical voice as he brought her so close to having another flood tide that just the excitement and expectancy was driving her more fantastic than an actual one.

After a twenty-five percent of an hour, he sensed that it was once again clock time to swap berth. Gently lowering her down, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to Molly and Rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each early over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up manner with her legs around his waistline and her kitty-cat elevated.

Entering her with perfect aim, he began moving his consistency in a wave, sending a drooping wavelet through his legs and spine to rip out and then diving back into her on the comeback. After a few proceedings, he switched to Rosmarinus officinalis, and while the two of them fucked, mollie moved over to her lesbian fan and began kissing Selene's organic structure, idolizing her beautiful form. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the touch sensation of Molly's rim against her bare skin. This continued on for another one-quarter of an hour 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 pecker in the reverse-cowgirl berth. Molly's body shook as Baltoh's stopcock stuffed her snatch to its uttermost capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her hip so that he would let room to manoeuver. Driving up like a Piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top focal ratio, making her shriek in surprise and happiness as he moved faster than any human could. With her body stationary, Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her mammilla, pulling on them with their backtalk and bathing them with their tongues. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his stopcock into her anus. mollie's moans took a much lower and cryptical hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost brutal speed, driving straight up into her shapely dead body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave Molly her umpteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and stray on his face, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosemary, desperate for another anal retentive hammering. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his hind end while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful pace. Molly had her neck bent between Rosmarinus officinalis's counterpane wooden leg and was licking the box of her slit with Baltoh's moving ray rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her custody across his body while he sucked on her knocker.

Once he regained his casualness with the office, he was able-bodied to roll in the hay Rosemary at broad speed, but in fiat to keep this beat going, he had to plow his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her torso against his with her forehead pressed against the back of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nothing more than to experience Baltoh against her in a loving embrace.


As Rosmarinus officinalis soaked the bed with her climax, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscle trying to exhaust his tool. Upon its removal, Rosmarinus officinalis got up and turned around, taking his cock in her mouthpiece. While rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and lips, Baltoh became cognisant of Selene holding onto him for earnest sprightliness. Through their touch, he could sense her emotions, her loving desperation. The sexual impulse he had built up had slowed, the fire extinguished. As if Rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is cock from her soft mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the lips, making them both smiling."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the backbone 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 strong but irksome rate. She was clawing at his back, unable to allow for a mark on his steely skin as he touched all the right property at the double-dyed speed and in flawless successiveness in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a quick smile on her face from her envy of their kinship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their romantic seclusion for a fiddling bit. She then looked at rosemary and giggled at the feeling of rejection of hunger for attending on her face.

wrap her arms around Rosmarinus officinalis, he pulled her aside to leave half of the bed to the two buff."Come here sweetheart, let me exhibit you why 69 is my favorite number."



Three hours and twelve of orgasm later, Baltoh, Selene, rosemary, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the bed sheet tangled. The bed itself was now on the floor since the soma had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three adult female, most of which came from Rosmarinus officinalis. come was EVERYWHERE. The walls had been painted, the roof splattered, and the fair sex drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to impress and the pussies and posterior of the three char were too bruised and beaten for them to even finger anything from the waistline down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel way,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a foresightful rain shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked grimace off his chest.

"And some crutches,"mollie said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the swelling, contusion, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"rosemary finished as she tried to free her script from the handcuffs made from her panties.



"So, any luck in finding information on the crapper of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an role edifice rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer lies and head game we find on that blasphemous insult, the better."

"damn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as monster ancestry runs through his veins, he is the greatest threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the toilet of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then things will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or messiah, yet I hear mussitation about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the guinea pig of a cult following and there is no way to stop it. We are recollective past the use of retentivity wipe, the drapery has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not Jehovah the people are seeing behind that curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The adjacent night…

"Master, what are you doing ?"rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into netherworld. While on the surface, the space above and around the metropolis was darkness with dim swirling lights like a faint dayspring, underneath the city, the flames of Hell rising up through the Null Void between dimensions was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, torrent of fire and heat were pounding the rocky island that the city was sitting on without intermission like the choppy sea on a beach cliff. It was a miracle that the metropolis hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titans and lord of agony. I know we would normally accept Angels acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those matter get to the airfoil, not for a single minute. If one of them comes, I'll frighten off them off with one of my flack,"he said without taking his optic off of the burning violent storm below them.

Before Rosemary could respond, a Greek chorus of hollo as flashy as the Krakatoa eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis have to cut through their ears."Speak of the monster, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to arouse one of his blasts.

As his halo began spinning between the tips of his four wings, his enemies came into view in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New House of York with pedigree lust. The number one was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the Empire country building and a consistence well over two mi long. It had one great black eye and a mouth filled with scimitar-like fangs. The instant resembled a moth but with great mightily branch, jagged annex spraying poison gas, a mat of pinion instead of fur, and saddle horn in place of its antenna. The third looked like a triceratops but with lots foresighted and more flexible limb, foresighted claws and carnivorous fang, and a pair of extension. The fourthly looked like an eagle with its grimace hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as sharp and heavy as a steel razor. The fifth had the appearing of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with shameful flames and was just as large and sinewy as any Titan.

With a roar of conclusion, Baltoh fired a admonition crack down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as much power as a hydrogen bomb, a bare fraction of its full power. The giant all dodged the blast with relief and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : rick back. If you come near this urban center, I swear I will unleash every drop of get-up-and-go 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 up oblivion ! A couple of you might be able to evade, but the others will die ! Which of you is unforced to make that sacrifice ?"he roared with a demonic growl in his pharynx.

The Titans all shied away at his menace, giving one hold up spiteful hollering before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their repaired hotel way, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to return from safety duty, but when her champion and lesbian lover showed up with zip to do and drill out of her creative thinker, it didn't take lots to set off a quick fling. With their soft wet snatch grinding and kissing each former, both char cried out in happiness as they had their final orgasm and fell backwards, their dead body trembling and their knocker heaving.

trousering heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while mollie kissed Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became still."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do love you."

With a small smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lips against mollie's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's incorrectly ?"

Her friend and lesbian lover hesitated before speechmaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his favorite, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what genus Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm grin and cupped molly's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this jump ?"

"right wing after that first battle, I asked Baltoh to name dearest to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to have in mind it but…"

"Let me gauge, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed firm feelings for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our commencement trine so I've gotten to know him, not to mention he is the absolute slap-up fan I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could bear what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a competition between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has standardised feelings for you, then you and I will be equals in this family relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as Hell not going to contain inviting you to link us. We may even get Rosemary to get together our trivial house, I'm sure starting to wish her."

"I love you."Molly said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two char then leaned forward and kissed, letting their mouth joint over and over again in a wet synergistic adherence while they ran their hands across each other's naked bodies and their erect teat brushed against each former over and over again. A sudden swoosh of air drew their care and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my missy ?"he asked with a smile as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her friend in the public eye.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's words, Molly got to her foot, standing before Baltoh while completely bare. He already had a pounding erection as he looked at her beautiful delicious body and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked deep into her eye, noting the jitteriness on her grimace. It was just like that meter on the roof of the infirmary."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can sleep together me just as you and I love her. I don't maintenance if you love her more than me. I don't attention if she is your deary. I just want you to have it away me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at Selene, who had only a warm smile on her face. Baltoh took a deep breathing spell and looked back at mollie with incertitude on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't love you the way I love Selene."

Selene's grinning faded and molly looked like she was about to bust into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her heart with a small but warm smile,"that doesn't mean value I don't sexual love you, in a completely unique way and in the bail that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Christmas tree and with Selene watching them with the Lapplander smile she would have while watching the happy ending of a dearest story, she and Baltoh wrapped their weapons system around each other and held a foresighted passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their brim finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. Come on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her naked body following to Selene's. Giving a warm smile, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the following two calendar week, battle raged endlessly between the legions of promised land and netherworld in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more Masters of Torture attacked the metropolis, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rascal Titans attacking on their own. A total of six smashing goliath attacked the urban center over the path of the siege, each time needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's craze gust. The withstander were lucky that Tenebrous had the commitment and obedience of the majority of the heavyweight, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clangour, the human and Angel population would take a heavy price. Thomas More and more multitude were being recruited to fight the demonic menace as bodies were burned and polish off booster and loved ones were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New House of York, it was inconceivable for body to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy place flames until not even ash remained. The city streets were sticky with dried blood and reeked from the aroma of buttered carcasses, and just keeping some sense of sanitisation was requiring as much effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a silver lining it was that there were at least less mouths to feed.

After the struggle against the professional of Torture and his Titan mount, the people viewed Baltoh in a new light and his message of supplication was taken literally among a large population of the human being and Angel indweller. In the established shelters scattered throughout the urban center, countless modest clusters of the great unwashed could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the Angel, but to Baltoh himself, as their new Jesus of Nazareth. Many revered him as the returning Messiah and the savior of the world in the helter-skelter clock time.

To Baltoh, this meant zilch. He did not care if mass 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 injured and animate buildings, he was spending time and making love with genus Selene or molly, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though very much of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing smell and desires for her.

In a animation that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive change in so short of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The tyrannical glory of a Titan-level Demon woke Baltoh up from his restless slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's eye bolted receptive as the malevolent bearing weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two devotee quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking trajectory. Soaring across the urban center, Baltoh's heart seemingly became still in his bureau as he sensed multiple entities approaching blaze, all schoolmaster 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 Hell leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to agitate as expectant fissure shot opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with tongues of crimson fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, magnanimous sections of the riverbed began to tumble, opening up a hole between the city and Hell. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen black dragons rose up from the firing, each as large as the two-headed brute that had attacked New House of York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian field glass and were just as sharp, their claws were an eerie and sickening shade of bloodless standardised to the font of a corpse, their red eyes glowed like bonfire, fluid shadow flaming dripped from their colossal fangs instead of saliva, and their expansive offstage were devoid of membrane, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the backs of each firedrake Titan like a flee on a dog stood a captain of agony, each identical in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is inconceivable. Even if I were to use one of my bang, there is no way I would be capable to vote down Thomas More than a couple before the rest learned how to circumvent,'Baltoh thought to himself with the smell of cold mercury running through his vena.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her voice thick with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to suppress his own panic. He had to be strong, he had to brave, and he had to keep fighting for her, no matter what."We're going to win,"he said with all the confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the Archangels at the money box of the river, already having summoned four Hope Beacons and prepared for battle. Among them were mollie and all of the Angels, knowing that their strength would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the metropolis, the master of agony just hovered in place on their riding horse, as if just waiting for something.

A minute passed before Baltoh had the courage to speak up."Are you here to fight or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his wings, already gyrating to the stage 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 caution in the world.

"What appearance ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the particular date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you know what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end meter had come. The search for the Throne of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of wildness, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to envision out a way to end the madness.

"The fireworks should start in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas blowup, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to shake wildly. Back on Earth, the dome of fateful smoke around where New York had been, the last barrier keeping the forces of Hell back, began to open up while the hell flames surged up the shaft carved into the major planet like a chimney fervor. A gob 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 cloud began to enlarge outwards from above the DoS of New House of York, encompassing the globe with black lightning greaves and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on Earth simultaneously fell to their knees, crying streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Shangri-la, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the Book of revealing. This was merely the end of the creation, brought on by the personnel of swarthiness. In every rural area across the globe, hoi polloi began praying desperately to every deity they could cerebrate of to carry through their somebody as the rampart between ground and underworld opened up.

As the dome up on dry land opened up like a blossoming flower, the city of New House of York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the universe of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, buildings and city blocks were falling away into sin with tidal Wave of bloody fire surging upwards in their home. The city itself was being consumed by the inferno as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other archangel fell to their articulatio genus, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the personnel of perdition have bested us and brought about the end of the humankind. We were supposed to protect the world and all life on every planet, but we couldn't even protect one city. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with bitter tears streaming down his face.

His whole soundbox numb, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her face in her hands. molly was holding her tightly, and she too had rip running down her human face. The sound of genus Selene's tearful sobs pierced his core like a out of practice blade, hurting him more than any strong-arm injury could. He stepped over to her and mollie moved aside, letting him kiss Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening stripe on her cheeks.

"Always think that everything I did was out of dear for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a heart, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his annex and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge circumstances,"he said, placing his hands on the iron shackles and prayer beads range of mountains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will kill you !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted.

"I know ! But the exponent boost may be just enough to let me change the situation ! If I can't seal the portal, I can at least try to slow it down and lead as many Demons as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingerbreadth underneath the beaded cords and metal bonds, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with Department of Energy and drew the attention of the Masters of straining. 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 admit evil to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bonds off like paper bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air care ragdolls as a geyser of black and gold lighter surged up around Baltoh from his soften bond paper. A undulation of power surged out from his organic structure like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the ground for beloved life history, genus Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling tornado of power. Over the speech sound of wave after wave of energy surging out from him, everyone could hear Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the original of Torture were being held in the clutch bag of their behemoth riding horse, having been caught when the surge in DOE sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of power, filled with holy terror as the illumination and dark vitality of the vortex fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not potential ! He fused Archangel and demon power together into a solid new personnel !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raffaello Sanzio cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging exponent interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was capable to suffice the question in her mind. ‘ The breakage of the shackles and rosary chains, they are releasing so much top executive in his torso that they are being forced to James Bond together, like gas being compacted to the compass point of becoming a liquid ! It's not potential ; his body should have been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure and mass of the energy building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackle and his rosary beads, it's like they are canceling out each former's disconfirming affects and leaving him unharmed ! His powers aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each other ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to transcend past times his— ‘

Even her inner opinion were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New House of York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The great impassioned deluge of baron continued to originate, surging upwards through the nihility between attribute and crashing against the barrier between the world of the life and hell. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver vigor coursed down the doorway carved into the land, moving through the shaft in the Mickey Charles Mantle and impertinence like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the sphere formerly around New York to get off the spraying Hell flames, but they were stopped dead in their tracks as the remnants of the dome of disgraceful smoke shattered like methamphetamine hydrochloride and a superb gale of power surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of miles per secondment, the twisting torrent of free energy consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in quad, astronauts observing the planet from orbiting satellites watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light wrapped around the state of New York, New England, the eastern seashore, all of USA, and the entire western hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In less than a minute, the Earth and the gyrating world power bang looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across Earth, tectonic plates grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer layer of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal wave across its open, and the swarm became with child birl typhoons. Fueled by the Energy Department being given off, stars across the cosmos shined with big grandness than ever before in their existence and black holes became same pearls as they were bombarded by more than energy they could absorb. Around the world, the flaming clouds of pitch-black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing sunup of light and exponent surging out from the towering cloudburst like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. mass continued praying but at new f number and with fresh passion, believing this to be the work of a god. For the number 1 time, they were right.

Her eye screwed shut to block out the blinding visible light, genus Selene held onto the ground for heartfelt life as undulation after waving of business leader swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and inch from hers and their lip were just above to contact. binge streaked her case, 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 identical bosom of the violent storm, Baltoh continued his shout of exertion as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The strength and exponent he felt flooding his body and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original hybrid big businessman to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit candle to the gamma ray fit of the demise of a lead. While unlimited power entered his body, knowledge and agreement flooded his nous, bringing forth omnipotence and unparalleled wiseness, allowing him to fully see what was happening and the transformation that was taking lieu.

In Heaven and Hell, Lord and Tenebrous looked up in shock absorber, sensing what they originally thought was unsufferable. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with equalise if not slap-up power than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new omega god, one who would change the status quo in a way that the three existence had never before know, 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 human knee, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a physical transformation with the appendage. His wearing apparel had gone from dour Charles Grey to a recondite blueing, his sour hair had become blonde, and his sick complexion had become a healthy tan. His claws were gone, having been replaced with small metal plates that protruded from his soma and covered his knuckles and backs of his fingers and script like tiles. His tail was also missing. Instead of cornet or a halo, he had a miniature coltsfoot rotating above his head. His four wings had fused together into a hooded trench coating, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the world, with the stars, nebulae, and brightly clouds of rubble and gas shift and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at space itself. Last but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his golden irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"genus Selene asked with her voice trembling and her body refusing to move.

With the most warmly and peaceful expression to ever cross her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her body from the mental paralysis her concern had inflicted and filling her with assuagement and felicity. He then began to take the air over to her, with every stride he took causing the ground around him to shiver and for a soft cryptic hum to be heard, like the sound of a zep at the risk of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before genus Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eye widened as her brain was overpowered by the joy of a one thousand simultaneous orgasms, while a projection of the birth of the world and all of its history was played for her mind's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that answer your interrogative sentence ?"he whispered when her lips finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasure end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his weaponry with their brim dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his spokesperson weak.

With his smile widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a substance withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the victor of Torture snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in paw.

With a atrocious roar, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made contact, the fiend was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his existence was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in daze in awe as an invisible force cast the Master of twisting divagation with his consistency vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his being. It was as if by universal joint law, beings not of Baltoh's level of divinity were forbidden to adjoin him without his tolerance, and the almighty Master of Torture had just realized the punishment for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone want more substantiation ?"

"Retreat !"one of the Masters of Torture howled before leaping onto the book binding of his shadow dragon and steering it back into pit, followed by all his fellow desperately wanting to get away.

"schoolmaster, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would set aside me to attain the Throne of Cinereo ; I was fully get up to die just then. By combining the powers of shadow and light together into a single Jehovah personnel, it seems I was able-bodied to transcend into a higher being and achieve the mantle of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his digit and everyone fell to their human knee as New House of York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck speeds. Without any transition, the empty outer space and picket swirling lights were replaced with the Harlan Fiske Stone barb that the city had carved when it sank through the world. As it rose, the shaft below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the calamus, sitting back where it used to with the dreary pass sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their shelters and looked at the sky and the white cloud, listened to the audio of the river filling back up, and smelled the impertinent air. As one, every human and Angel raised their hands and cheered in the joy of triumph. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again solid and out-and-out. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever cross over, even if summoned by human being. Never again shall the legions of Hell be any scourge to this universe or its lifespan forms. The roadblock between this world and Eden has also been reinforced, so that not even the effect of Heaven or Jehovah may enter this realm or perdition without my permission. As the Celestial avatar, their great power can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to trust that not only was the battle over, but that the pauperism for holy person and Archangels was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one matter I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to pit and devolve it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of Hell is to punish the wicked in the name of justice, not serve as the torture dungeon of macrocosm and household and raise the personnel of evil. Tenebrous and his diabolical horde have corrupted hell on earth with their dark ambitions and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to eradicate evil, and now I finally have the power to do it and bring justice to the unit of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with rival determination.

Baltoh regained his smile and gave her a diffuse candy kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not stop you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"mollie said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

rosemary took a mysterious breath and pulled off the rood-tree around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my heart, my dedication, and my dedication. From this period forward, I am not an archangel of Jehovah, but a servant of the Celestial avatar,"she said, drawing harsh brilliance and gasps disbelief from her onetime coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his slope.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon Divine and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will join you for this final quest. reckoning 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 English in underworld,"Raffaello Sanzio said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the early garden angelica gave similar Call of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was severalise from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the finally time you draw you're sword. Don't you want it to happen while fighting side by position with your friends ?"Baltoh asked with a grin, holding out his hired man. various seconds passed by, with only the wind and the river hearable.

Finally, Michael walked over and shook Baltoh's paw."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the seacoast of the islet of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded by a flat sea of Hellfire, burning for eternity and stretching Forth without perimeter. Above them was a sky filled solely with redden clouds and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the destitute landscape painting of the islet of the Damned lay burning theatre of operations, lakes of bubbling magma, timberland of undead trees, and millions of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and Sinners of underworld, all in the most brutal and cruel mode potential. But no matter how much the hoi polloi suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their consistency would carry on to regenerate instantly so that they could continue to suffer.

Among the people being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and evildoer. With rust-brown swords and torpedo cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptic landscape painting in fear and terror while desperately trying to bunk from pain, if only for a shortstop time.

"Oh my god, this is atrocious,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to throw up or cry.

"These are the Burning pastureland of the isle of the Damned, the first zone of Hell. This is where new captive appear and where break loose captive flee to in the hopes of some form of prophylactic. It is a battlefield, with the decease souls fighting in and endless and hopeless war in order to escape their torment and punishment. Considering how this is always a battlefield, it's not surprising that it is also part of the lot of anger. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raffaello Sanzio asked.

"We are going to unloose the unjustly punished. There are far too many captive here, innocent someone cursed for all timelessness for fry infractions and sins. I may have been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his phonation carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the Isle of the Damned, 100 of thousands of lawsuit of armor began to happen, made of glistening blue metallic element and perdurable silver that glowed like the stars. Protruding from their vertebral column were enceinte wings that seemed to be made out of mercury while in their hands were bladed artillery that were as long as cars and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a wield stretching between the two points, parallel of latitude to the spine of the brand. The weapon was designed to be held with both hands far apart, for a powerful offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a go that I myself invented from the ability of the cosmos. Cinereo is the universe from which promised land and Hell budded off from and its energy was both the designer and materials from which garden angelica and daemon patch were formed. Having acquired the potty of Cinereo, I now have the baron to produce new celestial spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suit of armor marched across the burning at the stake fields in formation. Echoing throughout the isle of the Damned, their contemporize footfalls shook the ground and echoed through Hell. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their massive blades and carving through os and flesh with simpleness. They trekked through the pastures of flack, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every clip they came upon a human soul, they would run down the soulfulness to identify whatever it was that had banished that person to hell, and if the person received their time through a serious crime like rape, theft, adultery, or inequitable murder, then they were left keister. But if they were only guilty of small harmless hell, then the suits of armour would spread out up like blossoming blossom and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the cause of armor, the condemned soul would be given bully enduringness and big businessman, even beyond Angelica Archangelica. With this new military capability, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A great shadow filled the crimson sky as an army of daimon appeared, bringing forth Conjuring burying ground and burial ground of the Damned to instantly mobilize grand of Gargoyles and Sinners to recapture the captive of hellhole. With this new challenge, the meliorist began to pick of fastness. half of them took flight of stairs while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loud roar echoed from recondite within the Isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to arise. They were of all types, creeds, and chassis, ranging from black dragons, demonic chick, bloodcurdling insects, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged beast with monstrous physical characteristics, and countless other animal that were large enough to tramp down a urban center and were adorned with horrifyingly unholy appearances.

With a grab of his finger, Baltoh summoned suits of armor for all of the Angelica Archangelica, as well as genus Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their suit of armor as it wrapped around them like Urania flytraps. Unlike the freed captive below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masque and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their halos burning in the center of a big golden fireball that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a a great deal sleeker and more form-fitting design, with gold lining every plate and an emblazoned cross on the chest plate. On top of liquid metal physique, each part and plateful fit together like reptilian shell but with wide solid protection like steady armor plating. For the men, their armor had a certain bulkiness, while the women's armour was to a greater extent slender and flexile, while still consisting of declamatory self-coloured plates. Hanging sheathed from their belt ammunition were their steel, each remade with nifty durability and cutting force.

For molly, Rosemary, and Selene, there armour was even more than unique. Instead of being consumed by a favourable human dynamo, their halo had been completely replaced with toy solar system, quite similar to the entire miniature galax above Baltoh's, and each with a real egg-sized wiz and ten major planet orbiting around it, five going around in one charge and five going in the former. While retaining their gold liner, the plates of their armor had changed in color, switching from chopper white to a very late and colored blue and decorated with patterns of humble diamonds that looked like stars. Instead of a cross like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal top : two infinity symbols overlapping at the center perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. Last but not least, their wings themselves had gained a new grade, gaining a mercury tissue layer in property of their feathers.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in astonishment, feeling their world power levels skyrocket. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your stop number, strength, and mightiness up beyond my former level. Consider it a gift, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. genus Selene, Molly, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of Angels to become my Celestial Valkyries. You three now have the power to harness the powers of the universe of discourse and constituent as your go, and noesis of how to use them will come naturally. With these sweetening, I believe I can leave these Titan to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingers, to a greater extent than satisfied with the manoeuvrability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flaming mushroom cloud formed rich in land, as if the worldly concern's most powerful atomic bomb had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a dark and fleshy gumption of dread as a malicious muscularity weighed down upon them.

"Satan, the number 1 Hell Prince and caster of legal opinion upon the new arriver. Oh flavour, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll make it promptly, just construct sure enough you take cheat of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing comportment of the approaching Hell Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their apprehension and returning their excitement and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's word, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to charge a Dark Pulse, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in sin for three hundred twelvemonth and was glad to have the power to fight back. The beast released the blast, tearing apart the infertile ground and barely missing the armor fighter. The meliorist jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two oddment of her weapon into the top of its skull and making sure as shooting not to turn a loss any momentum or to pull the brand out of its braincase, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its oral sex in half down the middle. As she ran down its back, her blade cut down its neck opening, into the chest, and carved right through its black pump. The wolf fell over dead with its mental capacity and blood spilling out onto the arid soil.

A daemon flew towards a Crusader like a striking bird of Jove, skimming just over the background with a spear in her hand. She reached out to prod the Crusader, but he blocked with his artillery, granted Thomas More than enough metier by his armor to face the sentient empire. Using his newly-gained power, the Crusader reached out and grabbed the ogre by the pharynx and slammed her down into the solid ground with devastating power, making her cough blood from all the tear up channels and veins 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 shadow flack into Baltoh's U. S. Army. The animal noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the initiative, the Crusader flew by its wing and cut right through the tissue layer of leathery flesh that allowed it to celebrate flying. The Gargoyle roared in pain in the neck and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its cover. The Gargoyle reached up with its tail end to try and smash the Crusader, but he dodged with simpleness before he raised his weapon and slashed the beast across the back of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in nuisance but still had control of its consistency. It struggled to flap its bruise fender, but it could not take flight. Just before it crashed into the earth, the reformist imbedded his arm in the gash in the back of the Gargoyle's cervix. The dark behemoth landed in a burning field, tossing soil and rock into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its cervix, cutting off its head.



All of snake pit began to shake as fissures opened up in the ground. fervency poured out of the opening in the earth and huge skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the army of Crusaders. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several Dark pulsing into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the crusader without any distinction.

"Come on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"genus Selene said as she flapped her liquid metal wings and shot towards the gargantuan skeletons.

"Don't start without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hired hand and materialized her own Brobdingnagian meat cleaver.

With their long hair hanging out of the spine of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two womanhood zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for battle. mollie was the first to arrive at the group and instinctively attacked the skeletal frame closest to her. With a roar of determination, she spun around in the air and swing the arch steel with all of her strength, imbedding the sharpness in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a spider web and its whole brainpan shattered in a brilliant detonation, as if the brand had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.

Moving immobile than a zip bullet, genus Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right to its sticker between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with ease. The elephantine monster roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its Dark pulse rate into the sky. But before it could hit the basis, genus Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a living bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, genus Selene swerved to the side as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by Molly who came along and cut off all their custody with her meat cleaver. Falling back to plan her succeeding moving picture, Selene gasped as she felt a rippling of knowledge period through her mind. Instructions for a turn were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to dredge up her energy, feeling it naturally calculate and prepare itself.

Driven by unstoppable instincts, she pointed her hired hand and called out,"Celestial Art : illuminate eradication !"

Answering her claim, a crackling bolt of lightning of pure electricity erupted from her ribbon, as strong if not stronger than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by garden angelica, this was rightful elemental electric exponent, not an imitation made of holy zip. Moving almost at the focal ratio of light, the massive surge struck a Bleak in the center of its thorax, shattering its costa and severing its vertebral column. As the dying monstrosity began to buckle, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"Molly hollered.

glow like neon gas, atomic number 47 wind wrapped around her bow-shaped steel and howled as she raised it above her oral sex. With a roar of confidence, she threw the weapon at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing tornado. The pillar of glowing farting charged into the trio of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their ground, every pearl in their body split into XII of flawlessly-cut plane section, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser ray. The brand returned to Molly like a throwing stick and she gained a wide grinning underneath the tinted glass visor of her helm. She finally had the true strength to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to take in a sure competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."heavenly Art : Cosmic crushed leather !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a barrage of Dark Pulses, their torso began to stimulate violently. In an ear-splitting crash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted ternary and crashed into the solid ground, shattering on shock. Selene had increased the force of gravity on their consistence, multiplying their own exercising weight by more than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : Star birth !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger's breadth, a sphere of red sparkle shot across the open space and hit its target on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. genus Selene cracked a smile 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 place in ace, causing a small-scale atomic blowup inside the animate being. It was basically a firecracker compared to the nuclear explosions caused by atomic bomb calorimeter, being only strong enough to annihilate a city block. She pointed at two More Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them form the inside out with modest nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : Meteor annihilation !"Molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the ground, a volcanic boulder was pulled complimentary and flew up to molly. She pressed her hands against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the same swiftness as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the sum of its pectus, creating a transonic windfall in the air that instantly reduced its entire body to disperse. The meteor shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitational puff. By the sentence it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the major planet, and it would only induce one chance before shooting off into the completely abandon space. For a split second, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that lightheaded touch was More than enough to skyrocket a tidal wave of flaming out of electron orbit. The flaming cloud was almost as large as the planet itself and Scheol shook wildly from the light yet sudden encroachment.

She called forth another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to sidestep to debar physical impinging, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic gravy of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire good position of its body in a fraction of a second. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished building, Molly looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another thunderbolt of lightning.

The two friends looked at each other and then to the final examination Bleak, too refractory to run away. Moving at hyper speed, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to trounce the former in Demon-killing and have the high-pitched grudge. The Bleak was just about to launch a Dark Pulse at the two womanhood when they appeared in social movement of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the face with enough great power to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken fear of, the fair sex both gave the genial command to draw in their helmets and their armour obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a teaser box. With warm smiles on their faces, genus Selene and molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : God Almighty Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millipede Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan brute had its consistence raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of acid from its fanged mouth. With a roar, Michael punched the behemoth in the middle of its body with all of his strength, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its body. The mickle of Demon sprightliness howled in hurting as every blood watercraft in its long consistence ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a colossus before, even while casting the spell, he would let probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

Blind and in suffering but still very much alive, the heavyweight hissed and launched a darkness Pulse mighty enough to hide a mint range. With favorable flames automatically burning along the sword, Michael swung his sword and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive might like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the bam finally trickled to a check, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both hands. With blinding intensity, the golden flames around the vane surged upwards, multiplying in size of it over a one C fourth dimension every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of flak, the Titan was filled with apprehensiveness as it sensed the colossal vitality within the golden flames. At its pique, the sword was the path of a golden burning at the stake tornado, larger than any tornado on Earth. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his brand like an public executioner, launching it in a crescent vane at the Demon.

"Angel Art : Burning Moon Slice !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the Titan, ripping its headway and the amphetamine half of its dead body in half.



"holy man Art : Spear of luck,"Gabriel said, holding his handwriting out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his command, over a C rays of light began firing from his manus, each deflexion and straightening out with the prosperous voulge blade at the ending leading them. The blades of vitality and the giant wings collided with each other like bullets in the air. Such a feat was out of the question without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"holy man Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his f number was back only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his master spell. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before century of massive Energy blades bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten loads of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless stream of brand striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to spell. It was utter long before it landed in the flames.



"backer Art : Enlightenment ostentation !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was smart than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the brightly lighting and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the perfect opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its hands in a single slash. The Titan howled in suffering and clutched the bleeding podium as the severed hand fell into the burning sea with a monolithic splash. Spinning around, the Titan swung his tail in an endeavour to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raffaello Santi stopped the massive flak with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one crusade of his sword.

"devil Art : colossus Slash !"the giant roared, raising its one ripe hand and then bringing it down with all of its specialty, launching five invisible edges that were each powerful enough to cut through a architectonic plate.

"Angel Art : Bill Gates of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his steel.

Before the slashes could reach him, a gilded gate, as enceinte as the front of Mt. Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the onslaught. With the holy energy that the logic gate was radiating with, the invisible blades couldn't even slip between the bars.

"saint Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the Titan could even realize what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as large as the Empire State Building fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its intense weight and blasting its Negro ticker rightfield through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she dodged the Dark Pulse of a tiger titan with a mat of calamus on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of piddle appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thundery falls, as if it were and inter-dimensional drainpipe that lead to the behind of an sea. The cloudburst splashed down onto the Burning forage, extinguishing the fire and slamming into the Titan as a sinewy tidal wave. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flaming before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the reformer all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and evildoer and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its ground against the ceaseless flood. The surging surface of the piddle was further disrupted as lots of huge skeletal hand reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like prophylactic to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Isidor Feinstein Stone Jaws !"she called with her fondness burning with confidence and power.

Intercepting the bony script, large dagger of Earth fusillade from the ground in the midst of the growing arms, crushing them like twigs in the claws of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of electricity down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in excruciation as it was electrocuted with enough energy to big businessman an full state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quill, its physique peeled and melted off its body, and smoke wafted from his back talk as its insides burned. It fell to its knee, letting the endless tidal wave wash over it, but Rosmarinus officinalis was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : lechatelierite Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a boastfully ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the halo was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a puritanical shade and shined like the stars. With a holler, the tiger Titan flare-up from the control surface of her sea, claws barred and inglorious ardour burning between its jaws. With a roar of determination, Rosmarinus officinalis slammed her laurel wreath against the middle of the halo, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded Department of Energy that was six ft in diameter. The bang struck the heavyweight in the chest, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the fauna and the inundation now a giant ice cutting, Rosemary dead reckoning towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the freeze titan, she reached out and punched it on the wind with all of her strong suit. Simultaneously, the entire frozen structure exploded into icy powder, killing all the monster and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The conflict suddenly became dumb as a deafening boom shook the isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to pass over their ears to try and block the crippling noise. In the distance, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a howitzer shell before crashing into the soil in presence of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a wave of fire. Standing in the flames arose a gargantuan creature, large enough to bust up a behemoth in its jaws and kick aside a batch like an exercise lump. It was Satan, the beginning Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the branch of a goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, huge sinewy arms lined with brand, serrated claws that were twice as long as his fingers, massive wings that could obnubilate the sky, curled bull-like saddle horn, and a human face that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal lusus naturae, towering over everything they had come to sleep together and fear.

"So the vigilante returns. Normally you would fly to the populace of the livelihood at the smallest sign of my overture. It seems that you have gained some new business leader, but it does not weigh, you always were and always will be nothing compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the level of the graven image and gone far past your puny world. You, the Hell Prince of Wrath, is no Sir Thomas More of a menace to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! ogre Art : Revelation Eruption !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a vermilion blast so powerful that only being of the billet of blaze Prince and higher could use it.

Everyone was brought to their stifle by the crushing weight of the push it was giving off, Energy Department so dark and powerful that it could wipe out a city of people just through its ambient existence. The eruption itself was so hefty that if launched from the sun during a full alinement, it would hide every major planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with apprehension and fear for Baltoh as the effulgence of the blast made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, relocation !"she shrieked before Satan released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear blowup going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal balance beam of blood-red DOE with almost ten meter the forcefulness as Baltoh's old madness eruption. The energy washed over the Celestial embodiment like a flood of magma and surged out over the ocean of fire, sending burning tidal undulation in all directions that could consume integral countries. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the balance beam shot deep into the empty space, soaring for various seconds before detonating in an detonation that looked like a supernova.

"Funny that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is utter !"Beelzebub cackled as the smoke cleared.

"I was wrongfulness,"Baltoh's interpreter echoed.
Old Nick's heart widened in terror and everyone gasped, ineffective to believe that someone, even Baltoh, could take a flak like that head-on and hold up. The sess and debris cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the good you can do, then you are even lower than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingers.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling shriek as his physical structure went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his free energy to finally release itself like organic structure heating system and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his entire organic structure was being crushed from every Angle as Baltoh's muscularity closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The hellhole Prince gave an excruciating howl as every ivory in his consistence simultaneously snapped and his body began to collapse in on itself. He raised his office degree as high as they could go, but he was basically trying to give back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every open blank in his physical structure began to collapse under the var., his broken bones being reduced to powderise, his nervure and muscle tearing themselves to shreds. As the capital punishment continued, his body began to flinch as the weight of Baltoh's Energy began compacting his atoms themselves, pushing them so close together that the electron were grinding against the nuclei and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and Devil's whole consistence snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and profound as a bootleg pickle. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into infinite where it exploded in a blinding flash, having been converted into raw energy by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's go along moving. We have a unscathed interior of a satellite to clear out."He said.



The face of a Gargoyle had been carved into the islet of the Damned with the jaws undefendable in a furious holler. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the profundity of hell on earth. The pit was the size of a meteor crater, allowing for entities as gravid as Satan to authorize through, while the sides were lined with unnumberable stairway.

With Baltoh, the Archangels, the Valkyries, and the social reformer all standing at the sharpness of the pit, one of the freed spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the cradle for evil but its punisher. I will exterminate every utmost Demon and Gargoyle and take away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of pile. genus Selene, molly, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his bridge player and a sphere of influence of light appeared in his palm, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully illuminate it from that area, 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-off at night and there was no other side. Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis watched the passing side of meat of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of homo skeletons. There had to be a billion different remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the threshold, as there may be some barrier and restrictions that even I won't be able to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is tenebrous. The only departure is that this is his world, his universe. pile here, he makes the prescript. I will be able-bodied to overcome most of his obstacles and principle, but we are on his turf and he has the domicile field advantage."

Baltoh and his chemical group finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a solid new world. In the aloofness, a urban center of blood-red sandstone, bones, and undead trees woven into wicker bodily structure stood against the burning background. The buildings ranged from minuscule hut to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screams of the the great unwashed inside being tortured by sinner. The city itself was magnanimous than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the burning Pastures above, the land around the metropolis was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of sickly vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their heads. The sky of underworld was unlike from the sky of Earth ; it was… bigger. It was like the cloud were lots gamy in the sky with a expectant aura, providing an overwhelm look of exposure, like a mouse caught in the open with a war hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a mountain of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as fire streamed out from the fault. The mountain had a dull chasten peak, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very bottom of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the burning at the stake lea and cast down into the pit to light down to the urban center. This mind was proven by the thousands of goddamn souls that blanketed the deal, bare and moaning in pain from their shattered skeletons and their normally lethal hurt. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sins of everyone on the mountain, and for the multitude he deemed guiltless and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his courting of armor, recruiting them into his regular army while the criminals and guilty soul were ignored. As the raining Crusaders organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the metropolis were doing the same.

"Behold the city of Wrath, where people who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torment everyone else. They are the evildoer. However, because they have sworn their loyalty to the Devil, the while that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become mortal like the ease of the fiendish forcefulness. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner universe, this city is their largest hive. This and the Burning lea were originally Lucifer's domain

As he spoke, genus Selene and Molly were looking up at the writhing sky with curiosity."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are underground ? We didn't even fall that far,"Molly pondered.

"It's unfeigned, we are in the satellite of Hell. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural law. This is a realm of religious mysticism and phantasms, not scientific discipline and reason. The Interior of the major planet is a unit early world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the exit of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering dagger of pit from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a bolt of lightning from his finger's breadth, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering ophidian of electricity Dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a clangoring, an plosion, or falling detritus. It was as if the pit was reaching through a hole in reality itself like a piping. In the city, the skeletal followers of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in terror, having watched the bolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to take away the metropolis ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to look at away the superpower from the sinner once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their law-breaking, not become the captain of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone of voice as he snapped his fingerbreadth. Beside every suit of armor and crusader, a wing stallion appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall bring down the rampart of this metropolis and continue our besieging on Hell ! Let these Sinners know that their evil ambitions and wretched souls stand no chance against the power of sparkle ! Decimate this bastion of darkness and put these grotesque liveliness back in their place ! Everyone, attack !"Baltoh roared as every reformer climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a holler of confidence and allegiance, the Crusaders answered the phone call and began their charge. Half of the wing stallion took to the air while the other half galloped down the side of the mess with their massive cleavers in hired man and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the stack and gasped as the reformer flew and galloped towards the City of Wrath. Leaving their torture victims behind, the Sinners gathered at the edge of the urban center in the ten of millions and prepared their defense. As wave after wave of glistening belligerent surged down by 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 preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the stool of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally able to do what I was born to do. I finally have the power to polish off evil once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never deliver dared of going up against the the pits Princes and trying to pay a war like this, but now I finally have the strength and ability to have my dreaming come on-key. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against his, while drawing her blade with her free hand."Let's go."

As the photoflood of warriors approached, arrows and fastball were launched from the city by the millions as the Sinners fought with arm from all across time. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's regular army, but could do no harm to the horses or their rider, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such shrimpy attacks. Sprinting down the steep mountain, the mystical stallions panted heavily with each step but felt no fatigue or loss of strength. Their hefty muscles shook and warped as their hooves struck the ground, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized clivers above their heads like pulley block of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resolve to slay their tormenters, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their self-assurance and inscription grew in strong suit. By the time they were halfway down the sight, each crusader was glowing like the moon, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the Sinners below.

In one capital clank, the footing troops slammed into the stemma of sinner like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The reformist used the size of their arced 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 off-white like branchlet. Dead or fatally wounded evildoer turned to ash as the terminal traces of their cosmos withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the meliorist pierced the legion of Sinners like a tank and ride deep into the city.

Gargoyles and daimon 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 Demon as the Crusader would reach out and thrash them with their weapon system. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by light beam of light, nip from the wings of the horses like the Feather arrow magical spell. The twinkle DOE burned their figure like acid, causing them to plump 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 construction of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of joint from undead trees, but they served a purpose other than building material. The walls, floors, and cap also served as prisons for damned souls with their organic structure packed inside past the point of being crushed to death or suffocation. Every body had been pierced wads of meter by steel rods that served as reinforcements for the construction like the 2x4s of a planetary house. The dead body were pressed against side sides of their wickerwork batting cage like mesh of piano telegram with blood streaming from the cold shoulder that each branch had worn into their tegument. They continuously moaned in pain from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their plea, reading the idea of each soul to identify their hell. To those he deemed ingenuous or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his thinker and created a suit of armor for them to hamper to so that they could link his ranks. As raining balance beam of vigour brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the building and felt sick to his belly. The people they were saving were locked in anguish devices and undergoing revilement that darkened his mind with painful memory from before his giving birth as the hybrid. The sinner had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a unit of ammunition from a tank stab through the air and detonated five fundament from him, unable to issue forth any finisher. He turned to the mechanical monster, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human clappers. The Sinners inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the number 1, it exploded before it could tint him and the flames and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his bridge player into a fist and instantly caused the tank to flip into the air and dematerialize, taking the rider with it to the kingdom of nonexistence. A chorus of commotion reached his pinna and he turned with a small smiling of entertainment as a crowd of sinner came sprinting down the street with several Crusaders on horseback chasing them. The Sinners'pinched pes clacked on the cobblestone dry land as they ran desperately, ineffective to hightail it the Crusaders. With sinewy lilt, the men and women hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeleton in the cupboard like rotting reefer. As they rode retiring Baltoh, they all gave truehearted bows of their heads.

"Celestial Art : cutting duster !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her hands at a group of Demons, she released a powerful jet of backbone that seemed to take form out of the air itself. The blast was just as bombastic as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the fiend with each grain striking with the power of a high-caliber fastball. The ogre howled in painful sensation as their consistency were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty line and sleety flesh streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the clouds by a deafening yowl that shook the burning sky. A slap-up Titan lowered itself from the cloud with a consistency that looked like a mix between a vulture and a dragon, with notched feathers, a long neck, a fanged beak, and ophidian eye. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a Dark heartbeat appeared between its jaws, impregnable enough to subscribe to out the whole city. Before it could let go the blast, Baltoh snapped his digit and strand of sparkle reached out of the sky and earth. They wrapped around the heavyweight, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its beak disappeared. He snapped his digit once more and the range constricted until they ripped the animal apart.

Within minute of arc, a growing sunniness echoed across the city as the last conk out screams were extinguished. The metropolis had been taken faster than any city on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of envy was in their sights and hearing chain. Shrieks, as gamy as whistles and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending shivers crawling up everyone's spinal column. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Hell and his baron. Standing on the shore of the inky inglorious ocean, they watched as undulation crashed on the beach and revealed the hoi polloi hidden beneath the atomizer. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with glazed oculus and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside drop-off, forced to stick out wave after frigid wave slamming into them and the demonic birds and crustaceans of sin picking and feeding on their bodies, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to palpate painful sensation. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their retch light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"Damn it, I hated this stead the most when I came here,"Rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of enviousness, the post where those who let jealousy run their lifetime are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of Wrath, ran the burning pasture and the City of Wrath, Leviathan, Prince of envy, is in controller of this ocean. Here, the oily water poison their bodies like barrage acid to typify how envy poisonous substance the mind and it weighs down on them with crushing powerfulness, just like how their tactual sensation of inadequacy crushed them and made them envious 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 exist. This place is tricky, as it has the bang-up number of Titans and it is hard to tell who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the creative thinker of all the flavour in the straightaway area to cipher out which ones were guilty, and which ones were impeccant. Those that were driven to commit crimes and caused harm because of their envy were left to grizzle, while those who were only the victims of human nature had their irons broken so that they could rise to the control surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their abdomen and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another army of winged suits of armour on flying buck to enroll the freed soulfulness and slay the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting water, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the water with their two-handle blade, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creatures of darkness just below the airfoil. Any suits that weren't fighting bonded themselves to loose prisoners, granting them their power. The loose energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged brain and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam deeply below the surface to get out the massacre, thinking they would be safe. The malefic wolf were filled with little terror as the reformist and their knight dove below the control surface, galloping on the H2O as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible fastness, they followed the wolf deep and deeper into the water, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the ocean story dropped into a dance step Continental slope, that seemed to dig into the sour depth of sin. As the Crusaders chased down the wretched creatures, their weapons and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

Deep in the shadows, a expectant eye opened.



From the shifting wafture of the ocean, a colossal whale burst from the ocean. Its mouth was open and entire of jagged teeth, its binding was covered in capitulum, and it was bombastic enough to snap up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the body of water, swallowing several hundred Crusaders in the process. Cricking his neck from side to side, Baltoh fired a lightning dash from the air above him, able to draw forth and release the Department of Energy without even using his body or a germ. The beam of light of lighting expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the book binding of its head, destroying half of its skull and all of its brains. The dead beast sank below the surface as the bottom-dweller animate being immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great splash tore apart the surface as a massive set of chela reached out and tried to nobble up the flying meliorist. They managed to fend off the monumental claw as the heavyweight rose to the surface. It was a giant lobster with four readiness of pair of tweezers and a tail like that of a scorpion. A dark 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 disk of energy appeared above his head word and snap towards the Titan, expanding to the creature's size of it. The saucer collided with the Titan's grimace and vertically sliced it in half. Once the leaf blade reached its stinger, the charging Dark pulse exploded and ripped the dead body apart.

Shaking the integral ocean, a vast horde of titan began to appear from the darkest astuteness of the sea, each resembling a animal from world. There were sharks that just had circular colliery of teeth instead of straits and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with vane of ivory, crab louse that had great deal blanketed with castles on their shells, sword Pisces the Fishes with serrated jibe that could fire Dark heart rate from the tip of the steel, and millions of hellish piranhas that were private cells of a single Titan.

As the host formed, one last entity rose up from the depths. The brute was as large as Satan with slimy leafy vegetable skin, an apish body, webbed fingers with abrupt chela, outstretched flank that looked like the peel of frogs, and a oral sex that looked like an octopus with almost a hundred foresighted swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of Envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the residuum of you kill those Titans."

Rosmarinus officinalis stepped forward from behind him with her helmet open up and a grinning on her face."Actually passkey, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't mind testing my strength against a pit Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the Sami grin."I like this melodic theme. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you require to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The Hell Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed deal, but an blowup rocked against his capitulum and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR SKELETONS WILL LIE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY sea FOR ALL OF infinity !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and gibe towards them.

The Valkyries and garden angelica split up to parry the attack and each got read to counter.

"Angel Falls Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his backstage at Leviathan and launched a burst of burning javelins.

"backer Art : theology Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a electron beam from each helping hand, both the size of position buildings.

"holy person Art : Spear of destiny !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a blink torrent of blades of golden light with each beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electricity from her palm.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"Rosmarinus officinalis cast, drawing a lens of the eye in the air and then launching the azure beam.

"Celestial Art : knife Of White Flames !"Molly yelled, raising her weaponry above her psyche and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of pearly-white flame and surged towards Leviathan with sufficiency heat to burn diamond.

Combined with the attack of the other Angelica Archangelica, the huge cascade of technique slammed into Leviathan like a XII howler biff, knocking him back and drawing forth a howl of pain in the neck, but causing no seeable price to his body. Stepping out of the cloud of sess, he only roared in Erinyes and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his nerve like a drove of frog tongues. As they shot forward, fanged back talk opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as sluttish as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"Well it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"Come on boys, there is no way we'll round him from a distance. We're going to stimulate to get up close and deliver some real impairment,"rosemary said as she materialized her archway blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to save our asses ! He'll never let us endure it down !"genus Selene laughed as she spread her wings and flew towards Leviathan with her blade in paw. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now take into account me to demo you the rightful benefit of being god, the one thing that only someone in my league can achieve. Celestial Art : creature realm beleaguering !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the sea, a marvellous thing began to train place. Matter was forming from pure zip and rearranging itself into specific compounds and molecule. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino superman, and they in bout joined together to create prison cell. Jehovah could spend a penny Archangels, Tenebrous could create devil and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their comer, eagles, hawks, and falcons, all larger than titan and each with greater ferocity and strength, swooped down to get down their battle. Every feathering on their eubstance was glowing faintly, showing the protective Department of Energy sealed within. Showing no fear, the birds of prey obeyed the will of their Lord and attacked the colossus, snatching them properly out of the water with their long talons. The omega fiend desperately attacked the birds with Dark Pulses and other tour, but their technique had no affect on the Bronx cheer whatsoever, as their feathers were acting as energy transmitters that cloaked them in a protective aureole, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their claws tearing through flesh and ivory with comfort, the birds threw their prey into the air and finished the almighty heavyweight off with their extension, cutting through the fiend'bodies with their feathers harder and sharpy than katanas. rakehell and butchered body section rained down as the titan were chopped to pieces, completely helpless against the superior creatures.

With his workforce still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating more fauna in which to kill the giant with. Sea serpent, international nautical mile long with torso so with child that they approached Leviathan's sizing, rose up from the profundity with thrive roars. Each ophidian had glassy black bodies, decorated with patterns of glowing sensationalistic lines. The backrest of their straits were guarded with MAT of bone spike their eyes glowed with magnate. With furious holler, the serpents plunge down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With hefty bite, they crushed the trunk of the ogre like peanut casing and swallowed them wholly, carving down their numbers like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, dozens of the colossus all turned to Baltoh and released their sullen Pulses at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his founding would die with him. The flack washed over Baltoh like a overflow but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible egg-shaped shield that stood whether he willed it or not. As the blasts shrank and split into their last flickering pearl of wickedness, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this time with his digit interlocked."Celestial Art : Divine forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the behemoth like the tentacles of the calamary that filled their membership. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering tree diagram, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the Ellen Price Wood like animals caught in hardened concrete, the heavyweight snarled and roared as they tried to founder free of their wooden prison, but even with all the durability in their bodies, the Sir Henry Wood held strong and carried a mortal ability. Not only were the tree diagram infused with vast total of light energy to counteract the toxic presence of the undead creatures in their clutches, but they were also draining them of their power. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean storey was colonized.

With town-sized birds attacking from above, sea ophidian almost as turgid as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bursting from the ground like spikes from a booby trap, the colossus had no way to head for the hills their mass murder.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the rest of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their fire swords drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast flurry of slashes. Butchered part of bod were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their blade. They all had confident grinning on their faces, unable to believe that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a vociferation of purpose, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a moral force outpouring of punches and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a assembly line of sausages. Even without using any variety of speed-enhancing 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.

pile below, mollie was launching vane of wind instrument from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like tree 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 whole. As she fell down its pharynx, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solidness ice. With a smile, Molly released a raw burst of power from every inch of her organic structure, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into pieces. Having been rescued, molly looked down at rosemary, who had a lens of ice vim hovering in forepart of her. Smiling under her helm, mollie blew a kiss to her sapphic concubine and Rosmarinus officinalis responded by forming a V with her index and eye digit in movement of her face.

Their flirting was cut short as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her work force at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her spell."ethereal Art : atomic Flash !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heat energy and deadly sum of money of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer bed of their flesh were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic flare-up of vigor. Materializing her cleaver, Rosemary threw the weapon with all of her strength, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to set off into dust.

Several flashy howls echoed from behind her as a chemical group of tentacles tried a surprisal attack. Clapping her workforce together, Rosemary cast her next spell."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With attack streaming from the boundary and forming a hypnotic tail, her spinning chopper returned and shot past her head, carving down the approaching woods of tentacles in a single fire strike.

"Rosemary, come on !"genus Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

rosemary caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the netherworld Prince's huge swing implements of war. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their death and was done playacting. Raising his octopus head, he revealed a fanged oral fissure underneath the netlike mat of cut off tentacles."monster Art : Apocalypse outbreak !"he roared, casting the Same spell that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone motion !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, molly, Rosemary, and the garden angelica desperately tried to escape from the eruption but many were caught within it when the beam was finally unleashed. Shaking all of blaze, the red-faced electron beam of energy was launched with an atomic explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial fanfare and the Archangels caught within the beam were instantly dematerialized as every atom in their body was converted to pure energy. The radio beam shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the hell on earth can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his feet, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : woodland Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, trees that could knock aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a vertical ring around him with monumental branch grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal ring then formed from the erect annulus, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the battlefront of the horizontal doughnut and wrapping around his waistline while a branch from the back grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can obtain me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Book of Revelation Eruption.

"This isn't a real prison, take it more as a cradle for my next institution. supernal Art : timber Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his articulation as he clapped his handwriting together.

As the sphere of crimson vigor 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 offshoot, the Hades Prince screamed in infliction as more subdivision began to burst out of his flesh, forming monolithic trees in a matter of sec. Throughout his body, unstoppable offset were shredding his muscles, crushing his veins, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the perfect places to spread out and debilitate him of his Energy Department. Desperate to avoid his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing magic spell and reached out with a brisk flood of biting tentacles, but before they could even hail near Baltoh, they stopped short and were blanketed with flowers.

The forest continued to grow and prosper, devouring Leviathan's consistence and stealing his Energy Department. By the clip the tour was complete, his extension had been replaced with two hanging lawns of eatage, his clappers were serving as the hold for innumerable massive trees, almost every muscleman and organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his skeleton in the closet remained intact. The Prince of Envy had been killed, and in his death he had brought forth life.

With a smiling, Baltoh turned to his fan and supporter."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

genus Selene smiled."Ah shit it, there is no way that he is going to let us experience this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting tens of millions of new reformist while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the other side and reached the next area of sin ; a desert of nigrify sands.

"These are the Ash study,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the edge of the grand desert.

Selene's eyes widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a Demon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these sooty dunes, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my entire life here slaying demon upon their birthing. This barren landscape painting is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the snake pit Prince daystar, the first of all daemon that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup d'etat against Jehovah. Here, the souls shamefaced of the sin of superbia are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the striver of the Demons, serving as a piece of work force for building monuments and also as paramour. This desert serves a very unique purpose beyond just being a roofy in Hell for which to punish the cursed, as it also serves as the place of birth and nursery for hell's Demons. This is where they all come into existence, born from the darkness of human being souls that can no longer hold up the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the Lapplander job as with the others ?"Molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smiling."Free the inexperienced person and slaughter the Demons, the perfect way to drop and afternoon."



A never-ending ground forces of tug and monuments stood among the black dunes like tombstones in a graveyard, each made from an obsidian-like stone formed from the ash tree of crumbled systema skeletale compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a forest that endured the strike of a nuclear bomb. In the background, a vast lake of swirling ardour stirred in an eternal whirlpool, and every 2d, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet frank, having been created by the anger and malice humans on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, huge engine block of this Harlan F. Stone were quarried from muckle and under the sand by the slaves of Hell ; men, woman, and children, all with tatter for clothes, emaciated dead body, and iron masquerade party that were clamped around their foreland. Moaning in pain as they worked, the slaves moved the van-sized blocks of gem to the monument being built, all while their demon schoolmaster barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would keel over from debilitation, the ogre or Gargoyles would gang up up on them like piranha on a tonic carcase. Men and boy would be eaten alive, too tired to scream as the material body was pealed from their bones. Women and girls were raped to dying and then their chopped bodies were devoured. After a few minutes, the slaughter remains of the slave would reclaim and the maledict soulfulness would get back to animation, only to be put to work once again. From the millions upon jillion of meaningless statues, pyramids, and tabernacle standing in the sand, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the dawn of man. But now, it was going to modify. Having crossed several hundred miles of desert and fought through the creatures of Hell, the following of Baltoh had come to the final stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished Great Pyramid, a Demon sitting in a onyx pot on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to draw in faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The Demon's holler jumped in loudness as the sleigh came to a sudden stop and did not proceed, no affair how hard she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew sick as she laid heart on genus Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the demon cracked her blinking whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the coil could even rupture back, the Demon's arm and head were sliced off by surprise attack by Molly, who delivered the deadly blow with a mightily baseball swing of her arch leaf blade. The fiend only had adequate time to hold a unmarried dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

Hearing the call of their sister, all the demon and Gargoyles raised their heading in alertness and cursed as the Crusaders came into thought, flying through the sky or galloping across the primer coat. With their whips in one hand and weapon system in the former, the Demons leapt into activity with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the social reformer, garden angelica, and Valkyries slaughtered the fiend by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and repository, creating more suits of armor and freeing those he deemed devoid or undeserving of torment. So calm that he might as well have been taking a amble through the persona, he annihilated every Demon that came close without the slightest movement or thought.

Above his head, genus Selene and the others were decimating the force of iniquity with while after spell, obliterating the demon and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy force was continuously getting reinforcements in the manakin of new Demons and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of Fire, hungry for carnage, and the newborn ogre would claw their way up from hugger-mugger, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an 60 minutes had passed since the battle began when the signaling roars were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the Hades Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The Demons and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach shot, laughing in the self-confidence that triumph was about to be theirs. The field became silence, save for the roar that had not ended. Yet there were more than roars radiating from the background, thick with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the Masters of Torture. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ halt calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flair up of terror as she remembered the power of the overlord of Torture that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of Torture are not as rare and few in number as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own Titan steed. He must have created them himself or used his powers to forcefully adhesiveness the essences of Demons to shape them. All together, I must say that their power is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his Kuki-Chin with the metallic element plates on the backs of his digit and script catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to repress her concern. Baltoh inclined his mind as he tried to read their approaching business leader levels.

"If they all combined their power into a single explosion, it would be the sizing of a solar system."

Selene's panting was punishing as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal amount of energy, but her mind was just unable to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to fall back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be able to catch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a clue of seriousness in his interpreter. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before genus Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet loose and a look of great worry and care on her face.

"Baltoh, is it potential for even someone like you to stand firm such and attack ? Can you win this struggle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the forthcoming clank was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the reason. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have Thomas More faith in me than anyone else in existence. What does your faith Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"good. Now don't worry about me, just kick back and watch the show. I think its clock time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one last buss on her os frontale before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"genus Selene shouted with a smile on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"Molly hollered, wiping the daemon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to shoot tending of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let sluttish !"

molly gained a wide smile of fervour, tidal bore to see what office Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! Master Baltoh is going to fight !"rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to persist and see the friction, Baltoh's lodge were obeyed and a full phase of the moon retreat was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would set about soon. With the assistant of spells from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the social reformer zipped across almost half of a thousand miles of desert in a minute and appeared at the sharpness of the ink-black Sea of Envy.

"Angel Art : Heavenly View,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a monumental movie screen, a canvas made of pure brightness appeared in the sky above the crowd of millions with a real-time aspect of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black cloud bustle in the distance.

Everyone covered their capitulum as a deafening roaring rang out, far trashy than the one that had been sent out before, even with the distance that had been traveled. Covering their pinna, everyone looked up at the screen as the victor of overrefinement arrived, riding on the book binding of giant as they escorted the Hell Prince of pridefulness. Like Beelzebub and Leviathan, morning star towered above all else, able-bodied to easily kill a Titan with a undivided swat of his handwriting and destroy a mount with a sweep of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the other Hell Princes so far encountered, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic flesh and shape to it, and instead of one head word, he had seven. The seven android pass each stood at the end of a long powerful neck opening, with each head word lacking eyes or a nose but instead having pointed ear and shark-like tooth. Six of the foreland each had a horn protruding from the top of their top dog with a crown looped around it like a ring, but the 7th head had four of each. Phosphorus's whole torso had a much more revolting show the early hell Princes ’, for instead of graduated table or hair, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and iniquity like a sunburn combat injury that had completely pealed away the flesh and singed the muscle underneath.

His long bladed hind end swishing from side to side with turmoil and his wings keeping him aloft without a single flap, Prince of Darkness looked at Baltoh without any eyes and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a sticker 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 bound to Earth before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally set up to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not know about Old Nick and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their place and ended their pathetic lifespan once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven heads cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash bailiwick and rules over the Demons and the Masters of agony ! In the membership of Hades, only the almighty nobleman Tenebrous has greater power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just produce more Hell Princes with a snatch of his finger ! You're in our human race traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so confident and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the overlord of distortion and Titan around and behind Lucifer. This only drew another laugh from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of paradise, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the Lapp obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven heads then looked in contrary directions, each spitting out a horror obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the edges of the field of battle. The seventh head looked straight up and opened its jaws, and six triangular sticker reached out of the backbone of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a heavens of iniquity hovering in the center.

"power OF HELL, LEND ME YOUR persuasiveness !"he bellowed as the six horror Obelisks all caused the mightiness of Satan and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their sword, all the passe-partout of overrefinement began channeling their energy straight towards the sphere of wickedness above his seventh head, while channeling the power of their behemoth mounts through their own bodies. With the power of a century passe-partout of torment and Titans pumping through his veins, all with their long suit multiplied by the revulsion dagger, Satan's vitality horizontal surface more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a spirit of surprise as he felt the Hell Prince's power levels skyrocket without any planetary house of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well gain the Throne of hell through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of Envy, everyone struggled to breath and stay on their feet as Lucifer's power story weighed down upon them like an full ocean. Finally, a great eye opened in the center of Old Nick's dresser, jet-black with a shiny 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 holloa in reply, Prince of Darkness opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Apocalypse extravasation, several times more powerful than Satan and Leviathan's. This fourth dimension, the natural force field of force that stood around Baltoh was not strong enough to keep the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his deal, hovering in that same place with the shaft of light being deflected and washing over him like a vacancy behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, the Tempter strengthened the blast, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly worlds apart from Beelzebub and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to launch so much tycoon with just one of his oral sex was a bad prognostication, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven brain together to constitute and manipulate the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Lucifer's pharynx met his view, the hell Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blow. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly prophylactic distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's promontory reached out and tried to snap up him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the bound of the battlefield and flicked the air with his finger's breadth, releasing a boil down shockwave that was as powerful as a meteor impact. Lucifer was thrown back with ripple traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his heads and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his power isn't the lone thing that has been enhanced…'

"Demon Art : Mutilation sport !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, Satan shot out his tongue like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh fast than a high-caliber bullet. Warping in the air, the glossa mutated and changed in cast, covering itself in blades of ivory. With a switching of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible sword of vertical Energy, slicing the extremity in half down the heart. Undeterred by the injury, the two half of the lingua went in contrary directions and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the split fortune of the glossa. Prince of Darkness showed no signs of feeling any pain, and with a whip, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the cut off spit. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to take hold of him and reappeared to the side of meat, launching another blade and severing the clapper. To the sound of Lucifer's booming laugh, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Snake affect. Tch, what a nuisance,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his helping hand."Celestial Art : Star Birth."

A humble sphere of red light shot from the tip of his finger, flying over to Lucifer and entering his pestiferous head. In a deafening hollo and a blinding flashing, the head was ripped apart by a miniature nuclear blowup. Lucifer roared in agony from the destruction of his head, but within seconds, the singed anatomy could be seen quivering and regenerated as the brain was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : woodland prison,"Baltoh roll, clasping his hands together.

On a scale never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the ground beside Phosphorus and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a annulus around the Hell Prince while branches grew out from the interior and grabbed his limbs, fender, and heads. The tree was so large that it had more than three clip the flora biomass as the Amazon River jungle.

With a roar, Lucifer opened up his next head and vomited up a falls of black guck, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The guck poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the wood to ferment grey with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in bother and lucifer opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"fiend Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a machine gun.

These totems were different from the horror dagger and infernal region Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at 30 metrical unit in summit, surrounded on all four sides by human skeletons frozen in a looking at of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing place, the obelisk all detonated into a vast mushroom swarm of fire, dwarfing the most brawny atomic plosion with their combined mogul. Baltoh was in the shopping center of the burning hurricane with his arms crossed and a look of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of Envy, everyone was watching the scene with looks of awe and fear, waiting for their savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a ended and utter halt as every particle within its perimeter sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which subject loses the power to move. All the expanding flatulence and dust in the explosion were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the tour and all the thing in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the footing like a sandstorm with the sudden personnel casualty of the wind, having been drained of all momentum and vim. Everyone on the coast looked at the silver screen raised his or her workforce and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power absorption, transformation, summoning, toxicant back breaker, and energy gust. If my theory is sort out, the last two head each have their own unique power.'

"fiend Art : apparition Nightmare !"match bellowed with his twenty percent head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of Torture and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the Hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all other senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his energy, or otherwise come up any trace of his energy throughout Hell, Cinereo, or paradise. 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 make a power to kibosh my senses…"

"Right you are !"friction match howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a hulk catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in revulsion, believing the fight to be over, but the Valkyries and Angelica Archangelica all had surefooted smiling, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught stagnant losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : universal proposition Plague !"Baltoh called out from inside Lucifer's mouth.

A moment after the announcement of the spell, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in nuisance. Everyone watching the blind of get down back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained grinning of backup man and joy as it became obvious. Prince of Darkness was swinging his fifth head wildly as his teeth and anatomy slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a honey oil moss-like material. It was a meat-eating computer virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetence for ogre flesh and daimon energy. With all the top executive in Lucifer's torso, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth top dog, Devil drew a hanker dagger-like blade of red and disgraceful brand and used it so sever the septic head before the virus could spread. Baltoh analyzed the brand closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A sword that seals spirits with which it cuts, a very handy power when fighting Demons and Angelica Archangelica. But I should warn you now, that blade will bear no Sir Thomas More affect on me than any of your other powers. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roar of frustration, Lucifer cast a spell of healing to revivify his head teacher and then brought all seven together. With the capitulum forming a ring and each looking in the center, a sphere of red and dim energy began to constitute, rumbling with instability. The Masters of distortion and Titans were struggling to pass off as they pumped every driblet of energy they had into friction match while he charged the sphere. After only a few secondment, it was in a all former league from the Apocalypse Eruption, great enough to possibly rip a cakehole between dimension or cause the flop of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your weakly attempt to harm me. It is sentence that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the arena reached critical mass.

"Please, the most powerful sin Prince is no more a risk to me than the most hefty bacteria. Allow me to render you the true tycoon of a god. Celestial Art : astronomical judging. Celestial Art : universal joint Sculptor,"he said with a trench haunting spokesperson as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of pure black topic materialized, as large as a quite a little and more ominous than the sentinel of an come on U. S. Army. Everyone watching the battle, be it Crusader or skipper of Torture, gazed at the sphere and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Phosphorus was filled with unparalleled awe and concern. It was a inkiness hole ; a literal orb of matter so dense and intemperate that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond homo intellect. It was a beacon, the end of all reason and arguing. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The only reasonableness why it wasn't causing the dispatch and total destruction of the major planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal sculpturer tour to regulate the laws of physics themselves, allowing him to exchange or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would check on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black fix's gravitational pull to splatter out in a small control release.

In a roar so garish that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every grain of Sand within the melanize desert and every drop curtain of the liquidity flames in the Lake of Fire were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every cereal of sand from every single human spirit that crumbled away within the dunes from all across clip was pulled into the darkness and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in disappointment as a cloud of surging pitch blackness sand blocked his or her view like a TV buzzing with motionless. Reluctantly, Lucifer reabsorbed the power of his magic spell and distributed it back to himself and his follower, granting them the strength to cast shields strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty minutes in which cypher moved, the net grains of backbone and drops of liquid flack were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temples and altars, adorned with tan statues of Angels and Archangels. Radiating from the tabernacle like riffle in a pond, town of sandstone had been built, with coliseum, forums, dramaturgy, and row of menage from mansions to huts. It was an full web of cities.

"tinker's damn it, I can't move,"Lucifer cursed, barely able to mouth. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every Master of Torture and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my close. Now, memorize the true divergence between our strength and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep authoritative voice as he clapped his work force together.

Up above the desert devoid of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin, the black hole shattered into 10 of billions of marbles, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitational essence and nature, Baltoh spread out the wits across the sky, holding them above the battlefield with each weighing as much as a whole star. With the law of physic altered, Baltoh released the swarm of wits down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like indestructible meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without clemency, piercing the Hell Prince and each Demon uncountable times, each experiencing an execution like twenty loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

morning star, the Masters of Torture, and the Titans didn't even have time to shout as their dead body were pierce tens of zillion of times, each filled with more kettle of fish than a dish parazoan. From the speed and power of the falling marbles, aerosolized devil blood filled the air and flesh, muscularity, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon link with the ground, a vast dust swarm was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the dirt, bedrock, and endless layers of stone, using only their weight and momentum. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a one trace of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In place of the field of honor, a monumental pit had been carved into Scheol, deepening every minute as the blanket of fateful jam wits basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thundery applause upon the return of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the Scheol Prince and a small army of Titan-level demon. The Crusader were all jumping up and down similar child on a trampoline, the Archangels were clapping as loudly as potential ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, Molly, and Rosemary pounced on him as if desperate to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"mollie exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how hefty Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the true challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like metropolis scattered across the city. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These city are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when hell was under the jurisdiction and mastery of Jehovah and Heaven. The Angels and Archangels lived here while they worked, punishing the evildoer that were cast into this realm for their offense. Originally, there were one C of these urban center scattered across hell on earth, like the forts that dotted the Roman edge walls that served as small town for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the Throne of Hell and took it over, turning it into a kingdom of Demons."

"fountainhead Master, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of fervency destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's smiling before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his ability to increase the magnate of his voice so that everyone would hear him. The armoured follower all became dumb, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am lofty of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim Hell in the figure of sparkle and justice. However, you can not keep abreast me past this percentage point, as my next destination is the Dunes of acedia. You are all to retort to the Sea of enviousness, the City of wrath, the Burning pasture and the residuum of the Ash theater, and carry on freeing innocent individual. I know the succeeding circle very well, and think me when I say that it is better if I bring as few multitude as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of Hell, the region we've actually covered and the telephone number of ingenuous souls is miniscule compared to the entireness of this major planet. There is still a lot of study to be done in the domain we've crossed. If you truly want to assist me in my journeying, you will do as I say."

Cursing in dashing hopes and frustration, the loyal reformer obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a s sweep of the traverse demesne. 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 menage and edifice as he sampled the confounded culture. Selene, Molly, Rosemary, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the only unity with him, the rest period of the archangel having left with the Crusaders to help fight any Titans of skipper of torturing that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to work out out his lawful abstract thought for sending away the derelict armies. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an holy man statue made of Hellsilver, several times older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying more tending to your surroundings. After all, opposite to what you've been told in Shangri-la, you are in the onetime habitation of your predecessors. Humanity is far erstwhile than you know, and the garden angelica that came before you are the ones who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the succeeding desert and go on going through nether region ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those laws that I said even I couldn't recess ? One of them ascendence movement through hell on earth ; you can only motivate from one rotary by crossing through the others between you and your destination. Basically, as far as crossing over through the dimensions with angel office go, you can only jump back and Forth between different areas of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter sin and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even sorry, the Dunes of tree sloth have even More rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping long distances, and no super-speed. The only way to track the desert is on human foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those convention ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his turf,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to take the air across the entire lot ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his groundwork hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't take the Crusaders with us. If we are traveling on invertebrate foot, why can't they follow ?"genus Selene inquired.

"Rosemary, I believe you can excuse this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign of the zodiac placed on the side of the construction, taking a second to decipher the strange idiom of Enochian.

"The sand dune of Sloth have another name, they are known as the Desert of the Lost. It's a shifting sea of George Sand that can hide out and reveal anything at any time. It also causes hallucination. If we took our army in there, we would be favourable to come in out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the lost is of a very alone classification of tier of Hell, in that the Hell Prince is the body politic itself. Belphegor, the Inferno Prince of Sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his spirit is fused with the Desert of the doomed, meaning that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to shape thoughts, but his energy and oppressive world are still rich and powerful. The Demon and Gargoyle universe in the desert is impossible to value, as they can be swallowed by the sands and buried for 100 before finally resurfacing. Though there should be petty to no luck of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a pocket-sized cavern out bedroom, gazing with almost a sad look on his brass. The walls were decorated with bangle and artifacts, ranging from bronze chalice, dagger, and flint-lock pistols, to rings, flask and sentry, all ranging across clock time on Earth and each X of thousands of Hell years old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the Harlan F. Stone. Hanging from the cap like stalactites were strips of wearable, chainmail, and even armor. A hammock was strung up across the chamber, made from trees from the islet of the Damned. The cave entrance looked out over the Desert of the doomed from a towering mountain steeple in the very outskirts of the barren.

Her extension fluttering loudly, genus Selene landed by the cave entryway and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your home ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew weary of battle, I would fall here to sleep. I picked this cave because the dune of sloth are the lowest billet anyone would make bold look for me. Even original of Torture and Titan are afraid of forever becoming lost in the Sand. But luckily, it's just close adequate to the Desert of Pride so that I can find it and leave it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his fingerbreadth through the funnies of fabric hanging from the ceiling.

genus Selene picked up an old pocket watch from one of the ledge carved into the wall. It looked so tenuous ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a picture of beautiful woman. The deoxyephedrine face of the watch was so nebulous and scratched that the hands and numbers were inconspicuous and the image was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even figure out the womanhood's hair colouring. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal property. Or to be to a greater extent precise, they are the belonging of the hoi polloi that I am made of. When people come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their dying. horse, soldiers, cop, executioners, Padre, sons, brothers… Their combined liveliness and volition created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every box of Hell for their belongings, trying to interpret who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my day-and-night Demon butchery from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the knoll, making it creek.

"red cent, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the menses of time in hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human humankind and observe this lieu still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the wander branches of the hammock, remembering the time and skill it took to work and flashing back to each someone part.

Selene had a warm grinning on her fount, getting a unique satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human being as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"cum on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chains linking them together, the chemical group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any prospect, he refused to chance losing anyone to the sands. The going was far irksome than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy sand dune is unmanageable, but unlike the dunes back on terra firma, the towering hills of sand did not remain still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the sand dune rose and fell like undulation on the choppy ocean, meaning that walking a straight line and staying balanced was impossible. Everyone gave the mental club for their armor to evaporate, greatly lightening their system of weights and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a cursed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the out of the question 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 hellhole happened ?"he asked, getting back to his pes with his whole consistency 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 buddy-buddy with reality-bending rule that not even I may break. I can't even purge a go because it will immediately go away and reappear in the blank space around the planet. If I were to try and withdraw the desert with a black yap like I did before, it would look in space above the Isle of the Damned and most likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of urine in his handwriting, only for it to go away in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must hold on. Be patient role and don't let your answer to keep moving waver. If we keep walking, we will kick the bucket through this desert without any trouble. Don't worry, I may not be capable to barf any trance, but I am more than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, time flexure in agency that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the cover of a Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a Brobdingnagian freight ship.

The chemical chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as genus Selene jumped back in reverence and impact. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean floor, the receding sand dune had lowered the backbone tier and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of people, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of miserable torture on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for assist. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new guts dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the dogshit out me."

"What were they ?"rosemary asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the former the great unwashed in Hell. The Desert of the lost serve as the prison for four kinds of sinners ; suicide victims that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their pain, slothful worthless parasites that helped no one, cowards that allowed criminal offense and tragedies occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessional shut-ins that devoted their lives to one thing and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is uncomplicated : they denied themselves the universe and select to know in darkness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their bother from liveliness in an eternal cycle while their minds are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning force of Belphegor.

self-destruction dupe and people who brought forth their own misery and sadness into their mind are played their lives over and over again beneath the backbone, sloths and cowards are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed tragedies to carry place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in living and turned away from the earth lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the while, Belphegor floods their minds and souls with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant. It is a terrible fate, one that truly stings my heart when I think about it. But we will not be able to help any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and take him from major power, so we must continue onward.

Everyone be thrifty, as your idea may very well become your spoiled enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the flaxen sea.



For a completely immeasurable amount of time, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got comfortable. more than metre was spent waiting for a dune to pass beneath their ft than actually spent walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's powerfulness seeping into their minds, causing each of them to see nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing veneration to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with shame, anger, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his swear foeman, even when they fought together against the Demons. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to infernal region, but now it was returning. He always believed he would go by Baltoh and be the one to pour down him, but the motherfucker was always firm than him, wiping the floor with the Archangel in every competitiveness, and now he was a god, spitting in the face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only thing capital than his hate was his shame, disgrace that he allowed himself to lessen so far and Baltoh tor rise so high. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his stack began to smutch and his audition became muffled.

Next in line was Raphael, he too experiencing mental turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and pick up him say. He had been right every sentence, shaking Raphael's belief to its pith. The fact that he had transcended to the stool of Cinereo and could contain both weak and iniquity as well as the power of the cosmos proved that there was a tier of divine king that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the metropolis that stood in the other Ash field of view, formerly inhabited by his herald when Hell was different. He had always been told that Yahweh created Heaven, Hell, and ground and brought Forth River life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of equal power to Jahweh, came later and managed to steal Hell from the Angels themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create heart like Jehovah and Tenebrous could create Archangels and daemon, but he could create actual life sentence, giving entities two lifetime times in existence. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and demon ? Did they lose their faith in Jehovah because they new the Truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Godhead and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these interrogative, sand began to cling to his skin and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the gumption dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in Isidor Feinstein 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 tart protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to get harm. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their invertebrate foot and continued marching.

Ahead in the Sir Ernst Boris Chain was Gabriel, shaking his head from position to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten British pound sterling. In his thinker, he began to ponder the possibility that he would not survive this journeying through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like flies, he had seen armies of crusader rise up and free the innocent person of Hell, and he had seen the unimaginable become common. But now a bare desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the flesh, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the lawful power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the animate being, trying to face the god of darkness while literally walking through his large advantage.
‘ It has to be a lying in wait ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this soft. All he has to do is snap his fingers and create an United States Army of pit Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh competitiveness in an ineluctable deadlock. Even now, we're completely lost against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should hold come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the affright and completely unaware of the grueling sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in line was Molly, who felt so spew that she almost expected to throw up. While she walked, her mind had begun to range, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to look into. Memories of her torture and death at the hands of the demon back in New York were seeping into her subconscious like ink on white framework. She had shed her mortal consistence and had one that held no scar of her agony, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel body, and she had even been intimate and found love, yet she could not shake away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the inferno is awry with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to accept moved on, but it all feels so unfermented and recent. Maybe something really is untimely with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by genus Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the get-go thing I do to carry on with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is incorrectly with me ? ! I'm nothing but a desperate whore, getting used by everyone and doing aught about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and clinical depression as her mind began replaying her worrying in vivid detail over and over again, all while her organic structure moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling George Sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still awake. Its red eyes glowing, the conglomerate of Sinners roared and managed to disembarrass his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy lunar time period. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walk in front of Molly was Rosemary, struggling to make a motion through the dune while she kept her center fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her gist felt like a cold stone in her dresser, yet uncertainty and despair was pumping through her veins. Not too long ago, she had been intimate with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic bond of lovemaking, she gave into her deep, dark, shameful desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would have allowed a group of strangers to gang bang her on his flimsy notion. Then, after that bond was made, he reduced her to one of his concubine, using her as just an ingredient in an orgy, where she threw herself and obeyed the women she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual playthings, and she would forever be too bore and willing to vary it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these misrepresented prevarication were repeated in her brain. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and grief, and just like Molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how hard she tried to shake it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, fear of the future. She was only a few metrical unit from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more isolated. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their tactual sensation for each former, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old man aliveness ? Had the openness she felt for orgies and letting him make out other fair sex been her subconscious mind trying to severalize her that the way she felt wasn't substantial ? That their passion was nada more than sex wrapped in a thin veil of false emotions ? Even if their love was strong, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to think that God loved human race and loved his Archangels, but after listening to Baltoh and audience that God couldn't care less and didn't bother to get involved, she couldn't help but marvel if that was the same fate she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an almighty divinity. What hope did she suffer of being able to keep the pursuit of individual who could shape the universe of discourse itself ? How could she keep the attention of someone who could create life and modification reality ? With such a immense difference between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their love, or would this be like a teenaged girl trying to maintain a relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another commonwealth that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these motion over and over, her organic structure was flooded with desperation. She was so panicky of the prospect of the end of their relationship that her whole body was trembling and she could not keep tears from running down her cheeks. With her Mary Jane beginning to fade, she reached out to touch him, as if to figure out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my spirit. You're the just man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My entire earthly concern has been completely reshaped all because of you and my love for you. If we drift apart, then zilch will ever constitute me happy again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be capable to block myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden stop. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to speak."Michael, while our powers may not have been adequate, you were my equal and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to lie with the truth and I'm glad we can finally be champion, because your dedication was so much like mine that we could have got been like comrade. I have always regretted that he had to be enemy instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your organized religion is lost, don't lose yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the human beings, work your own world around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is put on, your missionary work, your duty, and your identity element are as straight as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never leave anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost organized religion in ourselves. That is where true strength comes from ; firmness of purpose and confidence.

Molly, you are far stronger than you give yourself credit. It is unheard of for an holy man to go back from scar in life story as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a smell that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comforter in the configuration of intimacy, as that only means you were too strong to let your death slow you down and ruin your future. You truly are warm and it's why I love you.

rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be felicitous for the bond certificate 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 of import to me, and I will always keep you in my ticker and love you. I love you, Rosemary. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those lyric, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warm smile."Even with my godly powers, there is no way for me to properly express how lots I love you and how I always will. I could take every star in the universe and write a poem in the sky, describing my veneration to you, but I would still look at it a failure to bear witness you depth of my love. I could create a planet with biography, solely for the purpose of allowing a coinage to develop until it is capable to do a strait so beautiful that I would use it to make a symphonic music to try and let you cognize how happy you make me, but it would never be good enough. Selene, I love you with all my pith, the meat that I have only because of you."

The power of his words instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poison of the Desert of the doomed. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sensory faculty of a weight being lifted off their shoulders so keen that they couldn't remember the last time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their original distinctness and the slow-forming membranes of Edward Durell Stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio crumbled into sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with Molly falling to her knee, rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her forehead, and genus Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as potential. With the weight of his words, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the dune of tree sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our head the whole time ?"She whispered in his ear with her brass buried in his hood like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to severalise when you are hurting. I figured saying the words you all needed to see would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with rosemary below, nuzzling his hand like an fond cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's countersign, everyone followed him with renewed vigor. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to vote out Tenebrous, and everything would be o.k.. With Baltoh leading them, they could not fail. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more hidden danger and secrets beneath the gumption. dune would stray aside to reveal cocooned strong drink with reflection of torture, daemon and Bleaks that would rise for only a endorsement and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journeying, they even encountered spider of the desert.

The damned souls were few and far between, but they all had standardised rags for clothes that covered their bodies and almost all carried some sort of walking stick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost Ones. These are the person who wasted their lives in selfish and vain compulsion, shutting themselves off from the cosmos. For their sin, they lose all senses, and because of it, they are often the first ace to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this percentage point, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are naught but ghosts in their world,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in tag to protect himself from the George Sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, look ahead, I think we have bother,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a cloud of grit and dust was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"Damn it, that is really going to retard us down."



Forsaking easy movement for auspices, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armored manikin, using the cause to restrain the wind and backbone from blasting them. While the going was boring before, everyone now ducking in the wind as they tried to walk through the splashing waves of Baroness Dudevant had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his heart and face from the sand, unable to do anything to terminate it in the desert. He had to wager by Tenebrous'rule while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the dune of acedia. visibleness was almost nonexistent and keeping steadily footing was next to insufferable. In just a few transactions, everyone was basically walking in their own arenaceous earthly concern, only with the chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to count on out where the voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the wind died down and everyone looked up, gasping in horror. A sand sand dune, as large as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal Wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, moments before the sand dune fell and enveloped them.

beingness tossed through the tide like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for dear life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could recrudesce it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a tissue layer of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's blood line ran cold as he sensed a very night presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a might darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt care in his heart, as the chain around his waist suddenly became slack. The chain had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the sand, grasping her deal.

She held on desperately with threat radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's enduringness, her mitt slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the Torah of Tenebrous siphoning whatever exponent he built up, Baltoh could do nix as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the sand around him disappeared and he fell into unfastened infinite, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his optic widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as blood with everything from stars to planets, all inhabited solely by Demons, Gargoyles, heavyweight, and Masters of Torture. Compared to this galaxy, the population in netherworld was little more than a tiny expectoration of the population, like comparing a diminished bacteria culture to all the life story on Earth. Even though it was an actual galaxy, the space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and vocalise to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made visible light particles look like half-dead snail, he flew towards the inwardness of the coltsfoot, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmea in seconds, he came to the absolute heart of the galaxy ; a flaming vortex as all-embracing in diameter as an integral solar system, and hovering over the inwardness was a black crapper, made from human and daimon bones. Sitting in it was a grotesque being, the baron of hell, Tenebrous.

The god of wickedness had a somewhat similar build to all daimon, but was mostly unequalled. Instead of greyish black, his skin was a deep bloody red and he was far to a greater extent muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black stiletto heel running up his leg and forearms. He had three sets of horns, two like a caprine animal's that curled around his ear and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temple, and two that curved back over his brainpan almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old cornet, and above them hovered a top of red region. Instead of backstage, he had a cape that grew out of his small rear and reached upwards past his psyche with five bony ridgepole keeping it inflexible. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a huge webbed mitt. His eye were jet-black with fiery irises, he had slit-like anterior naris instead of a mechanical man nose, and his abnormally gravid lower jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his Kuki. He stood at about eight foot in height, practically a gnawer or louse when compared to the heavyweight or infernal region Princes, but his business leader was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the Sami level.

"I've been waiting for this day retentive than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally struggle someone as right as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His password literally carried so much exercising weight that anyone of Archangel stratum or lower would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrious stood up, holding his branch out to his side of meat."Behold ! The US Army of inferno, handwriting crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and take your powers, I will debark from Hell and use this wandflower of followers to conquer all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my ally ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my knowledge base and demolish everything I have worked to build. I decided to just make for to me so that we could fight this fight once and for all. Your friends are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to survive, I suggest you try and tucker 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 metal, the Same sort of metallic element that match's sealing vane was made of."Now let the ultimate battle Begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a diagonal chop to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own steel and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a major disappointment if you think you can fight me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright newsbreak as their blade met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the light receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each other and 30 feet of outer space between them. Almost the entire blade of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the monster King had a huge cut going through his dresser, carving through the pass on slope of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his heart.

Baltoh swung his brand with the air and light bending around the jet-black blade."And you're a John R. Major letdown if you think I would fight you with a blade of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the issue of a dim hole and has the same density and weight of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitative pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic stage. For the transeunt minute, it is able to absorb scant itself, meaning that it is more than open of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, line your real blade and press me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true demon King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very upright, Baltoh, very skilful. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your postulation and face you ; no magic, no law of nature, just raw power."Appearing in his hand, another claymore appeared, this one with a blade of distill hellfire, almost like the compacted flame of a star."Now let the struggle of the gods truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



genus Selene's shining green 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 spot any of her milieu, as the glass was covered with some kind of gooey heart. While her whole body ached, she managed to pilfer her deal and pass over off well-nigh of the slime. Blinking to clear her visual modality, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in repulsion. She was inside some sort of carven with the walls, floor, and ceiling made of slimy physique. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely capable to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her feet, glad she was wearing her airtight armor as she realized that her unhurt organic structure was covered in the mucus-like slime of the fleshy cave. However, her hairsbreadth was hanging out of the rachis of her helm and it had turned to rope from the slime. Trying to stay on her groundwork, she raised her energy levels, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her vocalism echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fucking am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the sound of her own voice.

"You are in the paunch of Baal,"a wispy phonation murmured, making her parachuting. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated walls for the source of the voice.

"In here…"the voice whispered as a low tremor shook of the folds of the bulwark.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the bend, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were busy peeling off his hide with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt flavour on his brass and blood oozing from his wound that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the roofy of overeating, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to live suffer until the end of time inside the Hell Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you poor man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail briny and tried to tear him barren of the sarcoid prison, but his branch almost appeared to suffer fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh shit, I am so dingy,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't thing, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand age, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to feel my trunk get peeled away by those tiny hemipteran and the force pulled from my eubstance by Baal. There is nothing that can pain me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be liberate soon. My boyfriend is going to vote out Tenebrous and release all the innocent souls. But I need to know, sustain you seen anyone in here with armour like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was E. B. White. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the archangel. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her power levels raised to illuminate her path, knowing that there could be risk around every corner. She felt like the photographic camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with other gluttons, all locked within the wet folds and in unlike leg of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

Leaping over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking auditory sensation and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a drove of the parasitic Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of flannel flame !"she shouted before pointing her mitt down into the pit and launching a deluge of flame almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a short pyrosis !"she said to herself with a grin as she listened the shrieking and soda of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all utterly, she ended the spell and looked down into the pit to see the terms she had caused. While not even ash remained from the leech, the interior of the fleshy tunnel didn't even have a I tan mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden mop up of the paries countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine putz, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her position. All the masses trapped in the congregation of the wall moaned in pain from the sudden apparent movement. Hoping for different termination, genus Selene aimed her hired man at the tightening tunnel."Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her eyes from the light, she fired a monumental beam of electrical energy, hoping to ball up the burrow back open. The close tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it unanimous like starving man stuffing his fount. 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 slide. After falling a 100 metrical unit, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a bank along the side of a pool of gastric loony toons, as great as a pond. With the sound of movement echoing from the shaft behind her, Selene cursed and leapt across the green bubbling pool.

Hissing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speed, 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 suit airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid state burning through and melting the outer bed and her tomentum had already been disintegrated.

Drawing forth her blade into manifestation, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a declamatory flap of her annex, propelling herself out of the consortium. Having landed on the former side with her armor now looking like a melting wax sculpture, she quickly clapped her hands together and cast a healing spell."Celestial Art : clock time Replenish !"

Through a small var. of time alteration, she began to mend her armour, returning it to its original province, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the saint used in metre of dispossession.

A brassy scuttling phone drew her attention and she raised her head with a curse. Crawling out of the folds of the fleshy wall were zillion of the worms and spidery parasites that genus Selene had seen before, all ravening and bold.

"backer Art : Holy burning !"
Shining brighter than a stage luminousness, a torrent of prosperous flaming surged down from the next corridor, forcing Selene to cover her optic and shield herself with her backstage. The sanctum flames filled the sleeping room like a rising tide, incinerating the sponger but leaving genus Selene unharmed. As the smoke cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the castor. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"damn, am I glad to see you,"genus Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any conversant faces, trust me, I'm gladiola I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to ascertain Baltoh then to at to the lowest degree avoid digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's dead body is basically one whale electronic network of belly and the interiors are almost completely resistant to damage. My spells and sword just slither off care oil on water."
"wellspring if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just bear to get a substantial exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the background, with child than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing forth locoweed and pure molten gold instead of magma. palace and dungeons had been built into the incline of the volcano with damned souls streaming in and out, either going in to get their penalisation or coming out with Au bricks tied to their bodies with thorny wire, weighing them down to the point where they could barely move and lacerating their soma. For over a hundred Admiralty mile, the ground surrounding the vent was overflowing with stack of personal possessions, taken from those condemned to the roundabout of Greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artifacts stretched from across meter, including objective such as Persian coins, ash gray jewelry, and bricks of clam bills. Forming a doughnut around the junkyard was a chain of colliery, leading to the veins of run gold beneath the land. There, the damned souls would thrash about their glistening weights back into the fire and marchland back to the mass to retrieve it in a solid strain so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery stone was a barrier of mount, literally making it a circle of Hell.

In this existence, there were four variety of punishments : you either carried the gold to the pits where they would be melted back down and hang back to the vent while barbed telegram cut through your heftiness like a hot knife through butter, you would trade union movement in the volcano to realise the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to thaw off the clappers, you were thrown down into the pits where you were boiled in molten gold with your consistency always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the piles of trinkets or wanted metals, forever feeling your bones shatter and your electric 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 mean sealed death if it drew the Hell Prince to them. There was little chance for natural selection against Mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"Molly asked, looking around to make trusted that they weren't being watched. But with how many demon and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the border and hope we can leave unnoticed. From there, it's all a matter of trying to find our aim. 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 real fringe of the rightful circle."

"Intruders !"a devil howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of pull clothes.

With a yowl, Molly pointed her hand at the devil and launched a blast of lightning, but the creature dodged the blast and returned with a shadow Pulse, all the spell alerting every demonic entity in the region of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the good time, causing it to bend and change steering midstream.

"ogre Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the background, a skeletal handwriting reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but Molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even realize he was in her shadow, she decapitated it from behind with a swing of her arm. As his tar-like rake splashed the ground, the yowl of his associate could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"ejaculate on, we have to give for the border !"molly said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the ground, the two fighters swerved between the mountains of junk with the forces of the pits firing beams of energy down to try and hit them. Each missed shaft of light would cause a dynamical explosion, throwing artifacts and trapped somebody into the air like specks of shite. As they glided at top speed, a skeletal hand burst from the ground and grabbed Molly's ankle. The evildoer was not nearly substantial 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.

"mollie !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past her.

Molly looked up and her eyes widened as a building-sized peck of atomic number 79 bricks was directly hit with a iniquity heartbeat, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the pile to angle over and take shape an avalanche of crushing metal. pattern gold could never hurt mollie in her normal form, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break bones, and she could not become intangible and whirl through it.

"Celestial Art : crack cocaine Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a powerful gale force play current of air, more right than any Earth storm. The powerful wind and the blades of DOE it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monsters in the air. The savage were knocked out of the sky, many due to divulge bones and a few from getting melon-sized cakehole blasted in their chests. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the footing and catching up with Gabriel.

A thundery yowl pushed aside mollie's acquired self-confidence as a literal mountain of old possessions erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a titan in the form of a colossal turtle with armored legs, neck opening, and face and fort on her back, brimming with cannons. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glowing eyes, the turtleneck swiveled her cannons in their instruction and began firing iniquity Pulses, tossing the fighter through the air with the burst alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its grasp, then it can't hurt us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an detonation and landed roughly on a plenty of old watches.

"mulct, but we have to stay low to the ground. If we go up above the peck, that matter will shoot down us out of the sky,"Molly said as she picked up a purple rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a char in a tragical sex-related decease. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to ground. I bet Selene and Rosemary would get a thrill out of this affair,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like crumb through a tangle, with the capsize quickly losing sight of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"mollie laughed.

"Demon Art : Shade play !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of wipeout through the junkyard, she caught up to molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh shit ! heavenly Art : transonic sprint !"molly swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, mollie and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the tour and chased after them, leaving another path of demolition in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtle took aim with her cannons and hit them both with a direct bombardment of wickedness Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the terra firma with smoking armor like a pair of racecars.

"I have an idea, split up ! I need you to perturb it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to stay on awake as she used a spell to bushel 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 irradiation of light caused massive sum of devastation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each impact be to the crash and explosion of a propane hand truck. But regardless of the price inflicted, the fortress would indemnify itself like shape through a healing while, insuring that the cannons were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the beast, molly went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : Star giving birth ! Celestial Art : Null soberness !"

She fired the small-scale sphere of red luminousness as the second magic spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a miniature fusion reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, finish up her !"

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the alternate turtle with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the basis with more power than a sheet crash and instantly shattered every off-white and plate in her body. descent and moxie sprayed in all way as the polo-neck was ripped heart-to-heart like a bloated carcass, sending sword of off-white through the air that were as stiff and acutely as metal.

"tinker's dam, she was tough,"molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not hard enough. fare on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No Oklahoman had the flame brand been sealed before mollie and Gabriel were both brought to their genu by a dark energy on the air, making their limbs feel like dumbbells. The aura was partnered with a flash monstrous roaring, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercifulness of Mammon, the pits Prince of greed.



rosemary's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to knowingness. She looked around, trying to cipher out where she was. She was suspended on the paries of a medium-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval faggot's chamber. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the other slope of the elbow room. The floor had succulent carpeting and the wall were decorated with picture and statues of naked figures, many in the heart of amour. There were no doors or windows in the room and no seeable source of illumination other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hues of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the pungency of the metallic element hamper, but Rosemary quickly realized that she was completely au naturel. She tried to draw on her power to recover her armor or break her binds, but she could not muster up the intensity level. She was not tired or sleepy, but her body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my sphere,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in movement of Rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her pitch-black hair and gray cutis flavour, the charwoman looked exactly like rosemary ; same consistence, Lapp top, Lapp face, same everything. She too was completely naked, standing two feet below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosmarinus officinalis mumbled, wincing from the line that was being get into into her neck by her alloy collar.

"The Circle of Lust,"the womanhood answered as she leaned forward and foul up on Rosmarinus officinalis's tits, tickling her tit to total percentage point with her breath. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered at the suddenly Muriel Spark of rousing at the comb-out of her divulge body. She tried to sharpen her thinker, needing to regain command and anatomy out a way to free herself.

"Are you the Inferno Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this land, but"Prince"is just a goofy moniker. I have no sexuality or body former than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this sweet innocent trunk,"she said coyly before running her glossa up rosemary's flat belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the centre of attention of her chest.

Rosmarinus officinalis's breathing became quick and shoal as she tried to subdue the right bang of arousal and horniness that swept through her. The carnal cutaneous senses of this stranger's spit against her vulnerable au naturel body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take extra extra maintenance of you, so I decided that since you are an extra special guest, I would prove that Hell isn't only about pain and torture. You can also enjoy in endless pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the incline of Rosemary's teenager breast.

Rosemary turned away, trying to push her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to Master Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger into Rosemary's cunt, swirling it between the soft lips. Rosemary could feel something unlike from this touch, like the woman's finger carried an electrical charge. It was as if she were working a knickknack jolt toy in her pussy, making it following to insufferable to curb her pleasure.

"This is lecherousness Lightning, the index which I use to fry the blessed someone here. But this is a special giving for you, you'll experience pleasure that will bemock your idle fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosmarinus officinalis's perky tit, sucking playfully on her mammilla and scrubbing the stunner flesh with her tongue.

Rosmarinus officinalis's hale body was blushing red and every breath carried the balmy groan as she desperately tried to suppress her arousal and keep her self-regard, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her self-worth once her clothes were gone. With her limbs secured to the cold stone paries and the metal shackles biting her bod and keeping her from being able to resist Asmodeus, Rosemary's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her thighs were damp with the wetness from her moistening pussy and she was crying in shame, having given her body and mind to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three finger's breadth into Rosemary's bitch and was fucking her furiously while licking off the binge that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your somebody will belong to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't take it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to keep her smooth legs pressed together, but unable to overpower her restraints.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet sass of rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her farseeing serpent-like clapper, gently prodding Rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. rosemary struggled not to oppose to the burning delight between her wooden leg, but small-scale wisecrack of violet lighter were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low daze of lustfulness Lightning to twit and charge up her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her buff, Asmodeus locked her lips with the lips of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping puss, hungrily drinking in her succus. Stimulating her clit with her backtalk and flexing her long wet tongue inside the velvet interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a schoolmaster, making it next to unsufferable to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was outside Asmodeus'castle, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The garden angelica had seen the"Prince"of Lust nobble the unconscious Valkyrie and drive her to the gamey tower 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 blackened castle, deep in the rocky crags of Hell. The castling was split into three column that pierced the black roaring clouds and made the skyscrapers on solid ground look like two-story hovel. It was made from the petrified bodies of bare men and women and along with being formed and placed to provide structure for the castling, they were also arranged in complicated positions like frozen dancers, reenacting tantrum of sexual congress, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two depress towers where phallic shaped, and between the trinity of steeple, ear-splitting cracks of violet electricity would arch across the stormy sky like the automobile of the Frankenstein tarradiddle. Lust Lightning surged through the towers in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to glow like visible light. The constant shock brought forth scream of torment from all the people used like bricks to make water the statue, experiencing a lethal electrocution various times each hour.

Unlike the rest of Hell, the sexuality distribution of the devil was touch, with both male and female beasts coming out to push him. The rest were in the castle dungeons, raping the tone that had not been used to work the structure. Women were raped to the peak where humans would die, forced to experience the pain and humiliation of endless devil all taking turns on them, tearing them to pieces from the inside out with their barbed cocks and feeling the acid sting as fountain of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle bodies and onto their bare chassis. Often, their bosom or ass cheeks were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butchered pieces of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly barbarous fate, being secured in branding iron Maiden-style coop that had can piercing their limbs and body, as well as a distance of barbed wire holding out their spit. The only parts of their body that weren't covered by the John Cage streak were their laps, where their member had been forced to take full erections by the power of a rigidity patch. Unable to make a motion or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female daemon used them as pleasure striver. However, like their male vis-a-vis, the genitalia of the female devil were more harmful than any human or animals ’. Their pussies were like meat grinders, with the interior walls lined with rooftree and blade as hard and sharp as glass. interpolation was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to cut up away the chassis of a man's extremity like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot Sir Thomas More blood and mutilation, only for their wounding to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to mate like breeding bruiser, the men would howl as their cages shocked them almost endlessly with Lust Lightning.

discharge Spears of portion from his hands to slay the monster as he fought his way to the logic gate, Raffaello Sanzio kept his heart fixed on the top of the highest tower, knowing that rosemary was in extreme danger.

"knack on rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his steel and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, rosemary too was coming. Against her will and determination, her body had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, drinking in the juice that sprayed from Rosemary's pussy like a hose. As Rosmarinus officinalis achieved her sexual climax, her eye began to fade in color as she entered a trance-like province. The ritual was taking affect, her someone was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the vestige of your intellect,"Asmodeus said with a grinning as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



Rosemary slowly opened her optic, unsure of the beginning mavin that greeted her. Was it the soreness in her back and spliff from her hunched-over position on all quatern, the drip of her saliva off the rubber gag in her mouth, or the opinion of the cold level and trammel against her wrists and ankle joint and the metal arrest around her neck ? Her creative thinker was a blurred blank and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet rug. She wasn't sure what the go thing she remembered was and her signified were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her eyes and muscular tissue began to regain their edge, she tried to press herself up but could not move her hands or feet away from the floor. She was shackled in place on all quaternity. Seeing how far she could stretch out, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a puddle of visible light on a cold roofing tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a crowd of people, forming a doughnut around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to draw forth her annexe or armour, but neither appeared, regardless of how difficult she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't kick downstairs them but knowing she had to at least try. Her endeavour brought chuckles of amusement from the men and adult female watching her, making Rosmarinus officinalis bloom in humiliation at the way they mocked her and stared at her naked body.

The clacking of high up dog drew her attending and a woman came into view from behind her. She looked up at genus Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a black bird, a gray-headed case jacket crown, and a couplet of looking glass resting on her nose with her hair in a bun. Her face showed a mix of earnestness and ennui on her face as she flexed a riding crop in her hands. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to verbalize to her, to call out Selene's public figure, but her gag muffled every word.

At the strait of her mumbling, 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 remembering a make out dummy ?'rosemary pondered, having no musical theme what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her back to the sound of Selene's luxuriously dog clicking on the story. Rosmarinus officinalis looked around, trying to see her or at to the lowest degree the people watching the spectacle.

"feast your legs,"Selene ordered.

rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a concentrated savor on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious sound echoing through the room. Rosemary yelped as a stick wale appeared on her left ass cheek, but the pain sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"Spread your legs,"genus Selene repeated.

Rosemary did as she was told, spreading her knee as far as she could and putting her pussycat on show. She shivered in foreplay as she felt the leather whip slideway across her inner thigh and brush against the mouth 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 place,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but loud smack, causing the smooth out cutis on her peachy ass cheek to advance a slight swell.

audience her words and feeling the stranger'eyes boring on her exposed torso filled rosemary with both embarrassment and arousal as her submissive slope began to give away itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. genus Selene began smacking Rosemary's ass with soft yet stinging strikes, making her shiver in pleasure as she was disciplined for an offensive she had no knowledge of. By the time Selene was done, rosemary's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a leafage, desperate for Sir Thomas More punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosmarinus officinalis's thought, making her eyes as wide as dinner plateful. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her full breasts jiggled with each drift, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nothing but her high cad and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inch in diameter and almost a foot long. In Selene's handwriting were the riding crop and the handgrip of a tierce, the former end being attached to the metal collar around Rosemary's neck opening. With a quip of the brusque whip, the metal shackles holding Rosemary to the storey opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a little bitch,"Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all IV, rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her pussy already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her eyes were fixed on genus Selene's round ass, shifting from side to side with each pendulous jive of her hips. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the thong strap nestled between her ass cheeks. With her strap-on dildo bouncing, Selene led Rosemary around the room, past the shadowy onlookers. The hidden unknown laughed at Rosmarinus officinalis and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunting and harassments only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would give a rough yank on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosmarinus officinalis back to the midsection of the way 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 foot, holding it just above rosemary's side."Lick it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her lingua across the black skid, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing genus Selene's invertebrate foot and ankle. genus Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing Rosemary up onto her knees. Wrapping her fingers around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of Rosemary, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."Suck it, suck it like a undecomposed little slut,"she growled, holding the ternion tight.

rosemary eagerly opened her mouthpiece and wrapped her lip around the rubber phallus, bobbing her head back and forth and wishing it were real. The size and shaped she loved, but the skin senses and estrus she missed. A hard smack to her right wing breast told rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous nuisance. Obeying her schoolmarm, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing Rosemary by the hair, Selene forced the whole toy into her rima oris. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, ineffectual to breath and feeling like she was about to retch. With tears streaming down her side, she held still, trying to detect 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 black out, Selene let go of her and rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her chin and chest wet with dripping saliva.

Pulling her back with the troika, Selene waited until Rosemary's breath was steady before forcing her to come back and continue sucking it. Holding her parted lips a cm from the head, Rosemary took her last inscrutable intimation as the layer of expectoration on the toy dripped onto her breast. She didn't take the wholly thing in her oral cavity, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying impertinent level. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her tit with the riding crop, making the sore flesh turn red with deliquium weal.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosemary's mouth and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her 3, she forced Rosemary onto her hands and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad fille need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big dick ?"Selene growled as she pulled rosemary's hair and pinched her tit brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please punish me with that big cock !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her whole body was shaking.

Spreading the mouth of her pussycat, Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping pussy, entering her without any pause or mercy. Working her fingerbreadth into Rosemary's mouth, genus Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to move as much of it in and out of her as potential. She was moving with a speed that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's speed just continued to develop, with her large business firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosemary's pussy with the strap-on.

Her mouth held open by genus Selene's finger, rosemary looked around the way at the people watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their dentition as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their legs from their energetic arousal. The throbbing of her puss with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a coldness simple machine. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growls of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how fast Selene was moving, Rosemary wished she could search back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of rosemary and tugged on her 3, pulling her up and forcing her to clean off the dildo with her natural language and cheeks. Rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious purulent succus off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to lick her own pussycat. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her vertebral column and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto Rosemary's thighs, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous accomplishment, swinging her lower body and pulverizing Rosemary's snatch with the toy.

rosemary 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 feeling of her consistence being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her tit, trying to get as much stimulation as potential. Rocking back and Forth on the cold level, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the mountain of her bouncing chest and wishing she could feel them and figure out them.

Feeling the approach of her first climax, Rosemary licked her custody and rubbed her breasts, bathing in the kinky feeling and the unrelenting pounding of genus Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a second when she felt someone catch her hands. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosemary's thighs. As her hands were pinned to the ground above her drumhead, Rosmarinus officinalis opened her eyes and looked up at Molly's face and her bowling ball breasts. rosemary was desperate, longing to gain up and wrap her back talk around the blond beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to suck my tits ?"mollie coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, please let me sample them !"

decision making to be merciful and indulge her little sex slave, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosemary's face. The former Archangel immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every mm of cushy flesh with her wet clapper and suck on her nipples like a urine nursing bottle after running a battle of Marathon. Without slowing down her powerful thrusts, Selene retrieved her riding harvest and began smacking Rosemary's tit especially hard, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic feel of her hands being restrained and her titty being whipped and the pleasurable compounding of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her bit and Molly's bounteous tits smothering her grimace, Rosmarinus officinalis was sent to the breaking point.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first climax, but unlike all of the former ones, there was no jet of climactic succus spraying from between the sass of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the climax suddenly flooded her mouth and throat as if they had been poured between her mouth. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not find the informant and the add-on of Molly's knocker on her face made her feel like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but molly kept her pin John L. H. Down and forced her to toast it all. While Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the personnel of the two women and the terror of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the orgasm itself finally ended, the mysterious flood of pussy juice stopped running down her throat and Rosemary was able to breathe without problems. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her lingua across her lips and throughout her sass, gluttonously savoring the taste perception of her juices as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and Molly shifted position. With her knees on either side of Rosemary's head, molly set herself down on the former Archangel, smothering her expression with her pussycat and forcing her to work it.

Reaching out, mollie grasped Rosemary's articulatio talocruralis and pulled them back, completely putting her cunt and anus on exhibit. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet sleeve of Molly's pussy, rosemary shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her smoothen buns end and her pussy, and they weren't the hands of genus Selene and she was sure they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her slit, he/she wet their finger's breadth with her succus and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. Rosemary was so horny that she was desperate to palpate the finger infiltrate her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

Rosemary gave a sudden and strident hum of delight as she felt a soft oral fissure going to work on her wet pussy, the stranger working their rim on the entry and flexing their lingua inside, stimulating her clit with expert acquirement. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosemary felt the alien insert their finger into her motherfucker, working it back and Forth River in the tight wet wring, using her kitty-cat succus as lube. As she tried to figure out who it was, she felt another distich of hands squeezing her boob and pulling up on her nipples, and the length of the nails and softness of the manpower told her it was genus Selene. The sentiency was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosemary was struggling to breathe with molly's delectably soft wet pussy smothering her grimace.

As the alien worked their second finger into her asshole, rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the fingers, a common cold hardness on the back of her finger's breadth. It felt… metallic.

"Master,"Rosmarinus officinalis lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her spit from Molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claws, he had never really used his hands very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his claw had been replaced with the humble metallic element plates on the spinal column of his hired man and fingers, and even though he had lost his yearn forked Demon glossa, his powers of pleasure went well beyond round-eyed physical contact.

After several minutes of licking her pussy and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosmarinus officinalis looked up from under Molly's pussy and graciously sucked his finger clean with a look of idolisation on her side as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosemary laid her head back and Molly changed her position, getting in a crab-walk and burying rosemary's face with her firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this berth, Molly was unable to concur rosemary's legs back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosemary's legs scatter, Baltoh hefted his cock and guided it into her open pussy, desperate to feel a large mass within it.

rosemary moaned as she felt him enter her, stretching her slit with his head and shaft. The sensation was much penetrative than ever before, his cock tone so vast and hot in her slender body. The mesomorphic projectile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first gear time, Baltoh forced his stopcock back into her like a hammered chock. Moving his whole torso fast that he would kill a mortal woman or even an Angel, he began fucking her with deep mighty shoves. rosemary couldn't assist but thigh-slapper in happiness as he fucked her into point of pleasure that surpassed her uncivilised illusion. He was slamming her cunt with his cock with the same speed that a humming bird used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten mo before he gave another screeching orgasm, but this sentence, she was prepare for the overflow of her puss succus to fill her mouth and throat. Knowing how to breathe, she gluttonously drank her twat juices, even while she continued to lick mollie's anus. Once her climax came to an end, rosemary took a deep intimation of substitute as Baltoh pulled out of her and mollie moved off her face. She was allowed a minute's reprieve before she was forced to continue, this time with Selene straddling her fount, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lip of Selene's puss, Rosmarinus officinalis groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much unlike than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricating substance other than just somatic fluids. It was as if her anus or his rooster had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the sobriety and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the deepest corners of her anus. Without the deep lubrication, such brutal pounding would be impossible to achieve without injury. Rosmarinus officinalis was giving an unending shrill wow, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the kinky eroticism of Selene sitting on her boldness, but Molly working her fingers in rosemary's gaping snatch almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two fourth dimension, Rosemary was quickly brought to her tierce orgasm.

Not sure how hanker she was out, Rosemary briefly lost cognizance from her exhaustion, the cost of her coming, and the sore apathy in her glower body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and genu with genus Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the immense rubber toy lying mostly in her twat. Rosemary suddenly gave a trashy shriek as another immense dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the low gear time since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully far-out impression, it did take tear to her heart and make her wince.

As she raised her mind, she felt a hand roughly grab her chin and squeeze her cheeks. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a bouldery expression on his fount as he held his cock up, glistening with her bodily fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her mouth to suck it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and forth and blowing him, Selene and Molly both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her hip and forcing her strap-on into rosemary's pussy and molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her motherfucker.

As they reached the perfect machine-like cycle, Baltoh fully satisfied rosemary's masochistic desired and grabbed her head, forcing his entire stopcock into her back talk. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating phallus, and even threw up a little. crying were streaming down her typeface from her vex gag reflex and she was desperately trying to breathe, but she was on Cloud 9 in terms of sexual exaltation, being punished and violated while onlookers watched like the spectator of antediluvian Roman prizefighter battles.

As sentence went on, Rosemary slowly began to drift towards unconsciousness, and she could verify her senses were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and softer to the touch and she could no longer feel Molly's breasts against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her centre, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three fashion by Baltoh… or written matter of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty stopcock, one was beneath her, bucking his hip and pulverizing her contuse snatch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some grounds, she did not experience alarmed by this strange occurrent, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulder joint, rosemary felt the clone behind her grasp her up, so that two pairs of mitt could snaffle her own. Looking around in the niche of her eye, she saw two clones, one on either side of her. They were holding her script and wrapping her fingers around their erect stopcock. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to give them right script occupation. With a huge cock in each hand, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the final in her pussy, her idea was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even discover the unfathomable adept rushing through her unanimous body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any to a greater extent, she was forced to spread out her eyes as a Benjamin Rush of pleasance rushed through almost every square column inch of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and Molly had returned with knockoff and were all grinding against any peril spot they could rule. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her feet, running their tongues across the sides of her chest and grimace, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her body rubbing against the eubstance of someone else, rosemary had the greatest coming of her life. Her centre rolled back into her oral sex and her whole torso 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 firing hose. seminal fluid overflowed and sprayed from her dickhead and twat, coalesce with the succus of her climax, as well as ran down her throat and filled her abdomen. She was even blinded by loggerheaded livid flow coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as layer after stratum of semen coated her trunk. Before hanker, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the thickset white sperm. It was like she was a gold statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the ruler of the roundabout of lecherousness lying below her. Both of their naked bodies were glowing with a blue nimbus 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 gaga imagination. The spell was powered by her sexual reaction to the illusion, with her arousal accelerating the cognitive operation.

As she drank in Rosmarinus officinalis's soul and watched her in the thaumaturgy, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."tinker's dam, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fiery galaxy of Tenebrous'personal demesne with adequate king streaming from his sword to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a flurry of slashes to Tenebrous, but the daemon King blocked them all with his claymore of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to deliver his hundredth flak in the endorse, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the ribs with catastrophic tycoon, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of planets, turning them into crumbling mob of fervidness and stone.

"Demon Art : Revelation of Saint John the Divine bang !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered planet Congress of Racial Equality faster than the upper of light. Putting Lucifer's ultimate flack to disgrace, he fired a black and red beam of DOE muscular enough to obliterate a solar system.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole Barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or slack down.

At the sound of his vocalization, a lake-sized vortex appeared in front end of him and engulfed the bam, sending it to the vacancy between dimension where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the screaming flack, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final major planet in the tiny pocket of space. With rubble and terrified monsters flying around them, the two scrapper began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made idle 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 satellite, a herculean arm with pulsing muscles and black plate stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own Divine magnate so that Baltoh couldn't just bust liberate of it without elbow grease. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's dresser at the clavicle, driving straight through his thorax. tenebrous smiled at the great deal of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the light around it, Baltoh's pelage began to twirl and expand with the manus gripping Baltoh disappearing as his consistency seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulate cape took form into a barrel-sized black hole, as impregnable and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to consume get off itself, the black trap grabbed Tenebrous with its unseeable claw and slammed him into it like a bear hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in thwarting at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to turn his head enough to see Baltoh various millions of miles away with his mitt raised.

"Celestial Art : terrene Cataclysm !"

With a snarling roar, a burst of twisting fire and Harlan Fiske Stone appeared above his point, taking cast into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and large as a continent. stratum of basic principle appeared around the arena, securing it tightly in myriad layers until the heat could not be sensed on the surface. With a blue aura, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as sea crashed on its surface upon their birth. Rising up from the soil, towering Tree took root, looking for sunlight. The whole creation had taken only a handful of seconds to complete and was almost a stark ecological equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with focal point, Baltoh threw the major planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overcome the gravitational twist of the black hole. Sending pulsation of Light Within across the world, the planet slammed into Tenebrous short on, crushing him with its weight and the world power of the Joseph Black muddle as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the blackened hole and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to make water his move.

The answer came with a din laugh and a Shirley Temple supernova of darkness fire, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the blackness golf hole and destroying them both. The dark hellfire surged across the solar scheme, obliterating the demolish planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffectual to even get near him. In the center of the gyrating cloudburst of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as possible in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the internal ear of belly and pathway of Baal, dodging the spike heel of flesh and off-white that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozen of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach dose. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could facilitate, their efforts would micturate no difference, and without Baltoh to produce cause of armour and release them into crusader, it would only slow up them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in rotary. That's the third clock time we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to calculate out the anatomy of this animal and find the oesophagus so that we will have a straight guesswork to the rima oris, but I don't think it's that simple. None of these stomachs seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to leave only space for the goddam and earmark for the easy movement of those parasite. I think damned souls are deposited here some other way, possibly through passages hidden within the folds of these rampart, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a come together electrical circuit, but what if he tried to make a motion through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A devil like this must accept colossal lineage vessels, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can manage to combust through a wall of these gut and break into an arterial blood vessel, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the organ and hopefully de-escalate this monster plenty to make our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could make for, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some sort of mucus membrane or enchantment, these walls are completely protected from physical and energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to remove that roadblock if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a stop at an intersection with a ventilation shaft-sized arteria in the roof and Selene drew a spicy lens in the air."Celestial Art : watch glass Ice Ray !"

The free beam of promiscuous sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size every moment. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the sleeping accommodation with a growing berg. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passage, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the Interior walls began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the material body, it still reacts to weight and impact, and now the weighting of ice is hurting it. Once the cold starts seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her word, the human body around the circumference of the ice began to well up and contuse as the weight cut off circulation through the capillary vessel, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the wintry cold to get to play. With its arctic sting, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to assault. Drawing his brand, Michael shattered the ice with a unmarried swing, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A falls of stemma poured down into the chamber, but knowing that the combat injury could close and heal itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of daimon descent, working their way through Baal's body. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt alike minute through the artery. After an strange amount of time, the sweetheart flow of the roue became a pulsing surge, slamming into them with all the force of a flash overflow and forcing them back. Even with their intensity, they could not fight the sinewy musical rhythm of the nearby substance and were forced to chip at their way out. Landing in the chest cavity, Selene and Michael raised their power stage to burn off the rakehell and then turned around, facing the heart of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the size of a warehouse and had a much different design than a human's or even nigh animals ’. It had veins reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute parentage through the organic structure and well over a dozen William Chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's stomach. Would you care to do the honors ?"

With a grinning, Michael drew his flame sword."It would be my pleasure."

bounce like a hopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downward slash of his brand, carving through the thick muscle without too much difficulty and causing a floodlight of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the total chamber and forcing Selene to take to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now get hold our way out,"genus Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep vox laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping fang appeared up above the nitty-gritty, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways slash across the spirit out of spitefulness. This solitary drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a affection is as useless to a monster 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 meter, I could have killed you without any hassle, but you proved to be very interesting. But now the show is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most delicious,"he cackled as a spit reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you deferred payment, Baal,"Selene laughed."The sole thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Scheol Princes was your ability to sidestep his rage blast. The fact that you still live means you either you have an army of Masters of anguish and Titans guarding you or you're just so with child that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also miserable, you lived for over 40,000 years in veneration of his shadow."

"Know your place, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to thaw in stomach. The only reasonableness why you were able to climb into my arterial blood vessel is because I let you out of interest ! There is nothing you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"genus Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a booming laugh. Like a bull lowering its trump, Selene pointed the tips of her liquidity alloy wings at Baal's mouth. The mini solar scheme above her forefront that had replaced her aura moved between the wings, with the flyspeck 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 disbelief as the sun's light grew in intensity.



Shining as brightly as a whiz, a tongue of unfreeze gold and silver shot up from the depths of the volcano, taking SHAPE and set. A demonic skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took form with farsighted pincer extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like horns reaching up from the grinning human-like face. The skeleton in the closet was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscles and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the face remained without flesh. His centre glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming laugh, terrifying molly and Gabriel. He then raised his bridge player and a annulus 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 chance of being able to head for the hills ?"Molly asked.

"Not a probability. I doubt even our turn will let us break through that barrier, so our just hope is to campaign him and Bob Hope for the best,"the archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the inferno can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the might of the Prince of Greed weighed down on her like a heavy backpack.

"fountainhead then all we can do is try and live long enough for avail to come ! Watch out, he's going to lash out !"

Laughing maniacally, mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of red region at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them clock time to fudge. Knowing that there was cipher they could do to change the situation, the fighters resolved to just buy as much time as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a shower of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"Molly called, launching a colossal ray of gloomy electricity. Being like emmet fighting an elephant in terms of size of it and speciality, their spells had little affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a stinging wounding on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can kill me with such pitiful attacks ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a blast of crimson fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to warp and melt from the law of proximity to the attack. His whole rectify face badly burned and his fender incinerated, Gabriel was unable to stay in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"mollie shouted in frustration, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and focalise on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of Au from the junkyard below, molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy projectile to photograph forward fast enough to stop the audio barrier and cause a sonic boom. The auction block of gold slammed Mammon in the chest, nearly causing him to fall back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him yaup in annoyance. This was the opportunity of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : cutting Sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the approach would minify Mammon's power.

With each cereal impacting with enough strength to repel through a armoured combat vehicle, molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his heat and power like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the gumption and feeling it varnish his power back into his body, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to back off and stood back up in the rima oris of the volcano. Snarling in annoyance, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a clump of liquidness Hellsteel, hitting Molly dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to give up herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to supercede molly, after summoning four Hope lighthouse to advance his specialty even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with ardour : Angel Falls Art : burning Moon fade !"he bellowed with a crack of holy fire surging from his raised sword.

As his elevation increased, the violent storm of fervency grew in size and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the hellfire that was still burning. He swung his sword in circles, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the blast to its maximal power. Roaring in conclusion, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at mammon with the flames compressed into a monumental crescent vane, the size of a fun stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the clap with his deal, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more strength than he had expected. Struggling to fight back the power of the blade, he released a powerful snarl to weaken the shakiness of his consistence. Knowing that this was his one fortune to inflict some laborious damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's helping hand with all of his strength, turning it into a two-fold flak that overpowered Mammon. The Hell Prince roared in agony as the blast cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a immense gash across his chest that managed to get around through his robes and muscles of amber and break through five silver ribs.

"molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing ocean !"mollie beckoned from luxuriously in the sky.

Mammon had just enough metre to expect up before a falls that dwarfed the Niagara and the Victoria poured down onto his molten ore body and his volcano, causing more steam and gage to spew up than the volcano of Hawaii in a year. He howled in pain as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the body of water and began to shatter. The torrent of saltwater coursed down the sides of the volcano, flooding the fortresses before washing across the mil of junk piles like a tsunami, managing even to crush out the Hellfire.

The tour soon ended and Molly landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoke shard of atomic number 79 and silver that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several with child tornado running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thickheaded syrupy line.

mollie had a expectant smile on her case at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a Scheol Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained disbelieving."Don't be so surely,"he warned as an threatening laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first clip, a gargantuan deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the vent, taking shape into a skeletal automaton with heftiness and material body of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat me with such a miserable onslaught ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like paries of solid Au around his volcano.

"tinker's dam it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to find our energy 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 minuscule than before and splattering gold with each movement. Before, he was larger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every approach we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is different ?"

"The volcano, that's the author of his power ! That monster we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the passel ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the vent itself ! front, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from damage !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the volcano, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these girls right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"Right, there is no point in fighting that matter coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the job of power. None of our long distance spells are warm enough to break through that shield, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll make what we're doing and kill us."

molly just grinned and spread her backstage before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her nerve, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar system of rules revolving above her capitulum moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raphael sprinted up the outer staircase running up the central column. His armour kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fire up a chimney shaft and with his wings retracted, the wind and water of the furious gale storm above the castle was not substantial enough to hook him off his pes, though the Brobdingnagian bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each footstep several times more unmanageable. Like the eternal rest of the castling, the column between each windowpane was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freeze wind and body of water battered their eubstance. Raphael ran past and even stepped on more damned soul than he could count, men begging him for help and women offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his acquaintance was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only slow him down.

Down below him, the rampart and other building surrounding the main tug of the castle were pot of burning rubble, with Demon body persona scattered everyone and blood splattered across every surface. While their phone number had been great and their coalesce power was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just rent them on one at a meter. While it was a irksome outgrowth and the uncertainty of his friend's fortune made it hard, he survived with little wrong or Energy passing.

Without warning, a long black buttocks broke through the ceiling and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the tempest. Raphael looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his level despite the wind and rain. The Gargoyle released a meretricious shriek and reached out with one of its claw manus, nearly slamming Raphael into the bulwark. As a spate of Lust Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with violet Christ Within, Raphael gave a thunderous hollering and leapt off the ruin staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the tempest. The beast grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its body. Refusing to back down, Raffaello Santi hacked off the animate being's deal, freeing himself from its grip and making it ululation in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its buttocks and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slash to the creature's neck, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to fall, Raphael pointed his hand back at the towboat and launched a rosary chain, using it like a grappling hook to take hold of onto one of the homo pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to grab his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the stairway, hoping that he wouldn't get in too latterly to save Rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a group of fiend on the stairwell, raping a few bedamn somebody that had managed to unfreeze themselves and give way spare from the palace structure. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the animal with four spry diagonal and kept running.

"holy person Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a hummer and zooming all the way up the stairway in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'bedroom, flooding it with the dim light from outside. The ruler of the R-2 of lust was nowhere to be found but his eye immediately fell upon rosemary's naked unmoving body on the floor in the centre of attention 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 swarm of disgraceful grass and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the way and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his head to the strait of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her body with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Hell have you done ? ! Why do you look like rosemary ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her psyche. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, rule of the Circle of Lust. I simply fell in love with this daughter's consistence 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 acquaintance, you shall suffer a fortune big than the most distressing somebody in this world !"

Asmodeus'human face transformed, her brass splitting open to bring out long needle-like teeth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of fists, and her long Shirley Temple whisker writhing like snakes. Clapping her men together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his whole dead body jerk and causing his brand to pass out of his men. He tumbled to the ground, unable to move as the power of Asmodeus assailed his brain like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could confront individual like me ? ! Even with that armour of yours, a lowly Archangel could never dream of having a prospect against a swayer of Hell !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? heavenly Art : elemental Bonds !"rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four sphere of influence of energy, each having consumed her extremities, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her leave behind foot locked in a celestial sphere of piss, her rightfulness foot in a vault of heaven of stone, her right manus burning in a flaming orb, and her left hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of crackling electrical energy stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the ground, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, further securing her. unassailable than steel and imbued with the power to drain energy, it sealed her in place so that not even her midsection could move.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soulfulness !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break free of her prison.

"simple, you stole ONE of my individual. I guess you never bothered to do any enquiry, because if you had, you would own known that while I was originally an Archangel, I was created through the fusion of an regular army of angel psyche instead of given aliveness by Maker. True, you managed to steal a piece of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it enfeeble everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that soul with my energy so that you would recollect it was my true smell. I used it as a decoy to keep you from noticing my early life. And the phantasy ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never ignore a probability for some kinky fun,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, wishing that there were to a greater extent the great unwashed around to see her achievement. Alas, the only one there to ascertain was the astonished Raffaello Santi, staring at her with spacious heart."And don't even bother trying to wear out free of those spells, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive baron like the early Hell Princes. Instead, you force your enemy into meekness with mind-bending illusions. However, after all the metre I spent linked to you through that delusion, I studied your mogul and developed a mental immunity. In truth, you are weaker than the Masters of torture in terms of raw power, but your illusions are inviolable enough to subdue the former Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hell Prince, I will still take you out with my most potent spell to make indisputable that you don't survive. Raffaello Santi, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raffaello Santi shakily retrieved his sword and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her backstage as her with her toy 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 satellite between her extension began to revolve around the sun at terrible speeds.

"It was an incomplete technique, but one that is more powerful than any archangel or Demon spell…"Molly said as an atmosphere of energy formed around her own cosmic annulus, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his lover and loyal follower. It is his natural endowment, the power to shape fate itself,"Rosemary finished as the castle began to shake from the insurmountable magnate radiating from her dead body as she charged the blast. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the charwoman were doing and what the upshot would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and dedication to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too very much for you to interfere ! Not even the Hell Princes can stand up to our dedication and strength !"sll three womanhood shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beams were released, each giving off as a great deal power as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the true power, Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's inner like a blowlamp through snow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of light expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant brightness upon the surrounding mountain chain.

With a hole blasted open and Baal in too much agony to lay off them, she grabbed Michael's paw and turned around. With her back to the shaft, she fired again, this prison term into the depths of the Hell Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the force she had held back with the for the first time blow, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the backlash of the blast and guesswork out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly lot that was the fiend.

Baal had the body of a morbidly obese stegosaurus with demonic characteristics. His stumpy atrophied ramification were armed with long claws, his head had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened detritus that the wind had slammed against him, and his fag end looked like a rocky rooftree that had existed since the nascence of the mountains around him.

They looked back just in time to see the total Scheol Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud large enough to annihilate the entirety of Australia. The flaming burble hurled stemma and gumption in all directions like a hulk stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell Prince Ball would never again eat another somebody. Still firing the shaft of light and being pushed by the shockwave of the explosion, Selene was thrown respective hundred international mile with Michael hanging on for high-priced life and trying not to be blinded by the brainy light.



With molly, her eruption's size multiplied every secondment, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a century feet. Raising his hands and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Revelation of Saint John the Divine outbreak and desperately launching it to antagonize the blast. The two beams collided like jet of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across hell and causing the stallion junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer baron. Regardless of Mammon's strength, the Apocalypse extravasation was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute cataclysm eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the Hell Prince, the beam's radius alone was greater than the height of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like chicken feed and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten Edward Durell Stone and alloy were vaporized, mammon gave a final shrieking of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding Inner Light washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her chassis and destroying the wall behind her. alfresco, every damned mortal and diabolical entity looked up and gasped as the eminent point of the pillar exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a Ne beam, as herculean as a solar flair. Growing like a gas fervency, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every set, the black and red clouds and the burning sky were blocked out by a vivid colorful light show, like the Aurora Borealis but ten prison term brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the charwoman stopped to grab their breath. molly and Rosemary fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to becharm genus Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the same stir of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their minds as they realized just how much stiff Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the same thing.

"sanctum shit, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go bump Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery extragalactic nebula in total survey, a vena portae opened up in the space of Hell and the Archangels and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of Torture on how to win access to Tenebrous'domain. The foremost thing they felt was extreme difficulty in breathing. Even while the blank of Hell was not a vacuity like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suit provided their own air supplies, there was to a greater extent vigor in the surround than the output signal of a billion suns across their lifetime. genus Selene and the others had to raise their powerfulness levels just to keep from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the carmine galax, they all gasped at the scene taking stead before them, for even on a galactic scale, the ripple from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were impossible to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the universe, crashing into a Hellfire star with plenty force play to knock it off its orbital location and sending about a fifth of the flames spraying off like water from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his handwriting and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : Galactic Ocean !"the Celestial avatar roared. Holding more stuff than a solar scheme, a deluge of water appeared before him, great enough to drown several dozen planets. The torrent caught the red region star and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor Shower !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the entire downpour to freeze solid in a second. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of trillions of javelins, all grueling than Hellsteel and imbued with churchman power. Swinging his subdivision, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a drove of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the speed of light.

"daimon Art : erratic Demon Nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a coal-black planet appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the slope, almost making it look like the spherical heading of a gargantuan goliath. Forming on its glowing red eyes and clenched jagged teeth, zillion of Demons were brought to spirit, their physical structure forming from the junk of the black planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the major planet surface, killing every single one of them in less than a mo. The barrage continued, chipping away at the major planet like twenty automobile gun carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to take the planet in situation, using it as a carapace. With the javelins still raining down on the satellite, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the Brobdingnagian length. Before the Demon Martin Luther King Jr. could retaliate or defend himself. Baltoh slashed him across the back, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge slice in his back. But even with his sword of black cakehole issue drawing in matter and Light Within, Tenebrous'dead body was so dumb that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human being comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a bullet through ice, causing continent-sized opus to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his command and balance and raised his brand."Demon Art : line of descent Rain !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of energy were fired with the world power of Lucifer's Apocalypse clap. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each blast like a biker going down the freeway in the unseasonable direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his brand, activating his swords top executive and absorbing the blasts into a pack atomic tissue layer that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the fight with awe and utter disbelief, staring at the chain of planetary 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 toddlers compared to a super-genius. The top executive that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stump out the lives of the underworld Princes like ants under a steamroller. Selene was the most astonied, unable to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two combatant locked blades with loose flame streaming from the daimon King's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial embodiment's. With unparalleled speed, Tenebrous reached around with his tush and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his sum with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of stemma and Tenebrous took reward of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to stab him over and over again like a sewing machine moving at the amphetamine of Christ Within. The hellfire steel pierced his body several thousand sentence, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with Creator healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his hind end, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the cosmos before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested satellite. The impact was powerful enough to send cleft across the surface of the dark globe, easily visible from outside its sphere. Charging towards him like a horseshit, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horns, shattering the planet as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to mend his accidental injury and regain his strength. He had used up about half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely wise. If he were to cause any luck of slaying the fiend King, he would need to take out the big gas pedal and stop trying to wear him down.

In the quoin of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arm out to his sides, Baltoh gave a roar that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA soulfulness !"

From his dead body, the light of a thousand suns shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of fervour surged out in tall centering. Tenebrous shielded his heart, blinded by the light just a divide second before he was caught in the spinning undulation. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute disaster to attaint, the supernova reached out in all directions and lit up the crimson extragalactic nebula with its nuclear flaming, burning hundreds of times brighter than any born wizard death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in vestige vim for tribute, using his own power to keep from being burned to a crisp in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the flaming around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was capable to search up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized star topology, compressed into a disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the atomic disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to hinder the flattened headliner that threatened to cut him in half at the shank. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of fire stretched across infinite, the saw blade of compact 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 comment Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened hotshot in his hand.

Baltoh threw the disk, this time vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to anathemise as he saw the paper-thin blade of atomic fire flying towards him, but was unable to hold back it from slamming into his book binding. The agony of the cosmic flame saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the world-class sun to pick apart his sword aside and crash into his stomach. The two grinding brand continued to spin with Tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his chance, Baltoh pounced on the Demon Riley B King, knowing that this was his chance to end the battle. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an malefic smiling."Just kidding. ogre Art : universal proposition defunctness !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened Dominicus. In an eruption that was darker than a black hole, a cosmic sea of hellfire surged out in all direction, like the shadow par of the supernova magic spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his ness for protective covering.

Teleporting to the early side of the wandflower, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and technique, both foes began wildly slashing at each early, not even bothering to immobilise or hedge any onslaught. Their swords were moving like the brand of a food C.P.U. as they basically hacked away at each other, sending blood and gore flying.

playacting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his palm and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."supernal Art : Sound Shatter !"

Roaring like an beast, he gave off a phone wave that was louder than anything else in the history of the population and went across every oftenness. The pulse traveled through the miasm of Tenebrous'galaxy like a rippling through a pool after the splash of a enceinte Oliver Stone. Every major planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the nuclear level, with the trembling having shaken the bonds to the distributor point of breaking. Tenebrous covered his ears and howled in pain in the neck as his cells threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Black Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his headspring, he formed a mountain-sized Joseph Black hole with altered abilities, negating its gravitational drag. Baltoh closed his hands into fist, causing the whole bootleg golf hole to break apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the pitch-dark marbles at the Demon tycoon as the turn suggested, each bullet weighing more than an total maven and flying at well past the speed of lighter, The watercourse of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with incomprehensible might, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his form. Not even he could stand up to the wits'system of weights and power as they struck like sniper note.

But even with his consistence reveal and battered, he still had more than enough power to cast a spell."monster Art : Black Thread Hex !"

Crackling like bolts of lightning, a net of millions of black corduroys with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his trumpet towards Baltoh. The Celestial Avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would give Tenebrous a huge reward. He teleported behind one of the Demon humankind and watched to see what would occur. The storm of bladed cords struck the satellite head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. Chunks of Stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the electric cord'depth, until finally shattering like a fragile wine-colored glass in person's mighty grip.

‘ tinker's dam it, I'm running out of office, it's time to cease this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his blade, severing all the cord with an invisible slice of top executive. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his index for one of his ultimate attacks."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray explosion !"

rump him, a full-sized supernova flared into being without so much as a star, lighting up the cosmos. A birl field of flaming and gas stretched out from the center like a whirlpool, and from the center of attention on either side of meat of the jumbo burning coin, a shaft of light of Ag and violet DOE was launched. Everyone watching the conflict gasped as a rail line of light arched across the galaxy, one end surging unbent towards tenebrous with adequate mightiness to make the Resolute tragedy look like a optical maser pointer.

Having recovered from his wound Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sphere of black and red push."Demon Art : Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming death ray.

The two unstoppable forcefulness collided in a catastrophic explosion of Light and energy so powerful that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in one-half. Everyone watching had to attend away to hold open their heart from melting from the blinding luminance, which surpassed all former forces in the creation. This was god-level fighting at its peak ! The brightness level finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposition sides of the galaxy, the quondam gasping for air while the latter showed no preindication of fatigue. Even over such a vast distance, they could both see and get a line each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the Same room.

"soul looks tired, want me slack down so you can necessitate a geological fault ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ darn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the owner of the toilet of the pits, as long as he is in sin itself, his power is illimitable. Trying to weary him down will only get me killed. There is only one way to end this, and that is to actually end it.'“ No, I'm just so tire that I can barely ride out awake. Let's stopping point this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop of power he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized star, all at critical mass and on death's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrous laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand demon mind materialized, all looking like the heads of Lucifer with charging Revelation of Saint John the Divine irruption between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the intact creation of perdition !'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 barriers between the universes so that no one could move into them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'attacks approached their maximum level of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galax and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed rise spells, everyone shot through the abandon outer space as fasting as potential, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as realness would allow. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his finger's breadth, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a instant, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the furthest corners of space, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red star. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would take place. back in the crimson wandflower, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were ineffectual to say goodbye to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any physical body or cast !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no need to say arrivederci, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

butt Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into stupendous record of flack and gas while launching their gamma ray bursts. Behind Tenebrous, all the friction match heading opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse eruption. In the very center of the galaxy, the blasts met. From the turning point of infinite, everyone became breathless as a smart Light could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the distance. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an underwater plosion. Moving faster than the laws of physics would admit, the light surged across distance in all instruction like a universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"genus Selene tearfully shrieked as the light reached their post and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in infinite, unsure whether he was alert or dead. His clothes were shredded, pedigree oozed from wounds that covered to the highest degree of his organic structure, and his senses were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I conk out ? Did I win ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few sparks of energy.

Baltoh opened his eyes, though that feat alone was like a homo picking up a deal. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The ruby extragalactic nebula was gone, reduced to a brumous stew of melted particles. There wasn't a single intact atom in the entire wandflower, almost all of it had been reduced to raw free energy.

Without warning, a blade of condensed red region pierced his chest from behind, driving straight through his kernel. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a single harm and at full forte. Baltoh stared at the sword with his whole organic structure trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it hold no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to point him at the sometime centerfield of the galaxy, where his fatal throne still hovered, undamaged except for a large crack across the cover."Behold, the real toilet of infernal region ! As long as I am here, my powers aren't just Lord, they are boundless ! Even with all your posture, you can not confront all the power of this universe on your own ! No topic how hard you fight, as long as you are in snake pit, you are child's play to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the darkness ! iniquity has no weakness !

The almighty Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and washy ! How about I let your champion come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, unable to pull together any metier with the Demon Riley B King's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized handwriting of shadow energy from his own laurel wreath and sent it across place at speeds that dwarfed Christ Within itself. As it reached out to snatch up Baltoh's champion, the offer in Tenebrous'pot began to extend and widen. In the corner of infinite, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, More crevice began to appear in his crapper and small natural language of Hellfire began to snap out.

delivery them to the scene, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. Tears ran down the women's faces as they saw the helpless state he was in.

"Look upon your Deliverer, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever commemorate that is the power of swarthiness that pattern over everything !"tenebrious thundered as more cleft began to appear in his commode. He then ripped his brand from Baltoh's thorax and pointed it at genus Selene."You will be the 1st to die."

"Don't do it, tenebrious !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to retrieve some free energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, and the Angelica Archangelica quickly got between them with their weapons drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at least slow him down, but the monster King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire sword. Reaching Selene, he raised the blade above his head, about to polish off her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the commode of Hell suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could match her, as well as the flaming crest above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his sword and back at the can of infernal region. The disastrous throne of human and Demon bones was gone, the ominous inner having broken away to expose a crapper of pure hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to infer it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was ineffectual to even make her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smile on his fount. tenebrific looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the genuine crapper of netherworld, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That sinister shell that coated it before, you used that to use the toilet of Hades and keep it in your control so that it would make you might instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wound in his chest.

"The Thrones have testament of their own and their universes were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reward the vestal, Cinereo to keep the balance, and underworld to punish the sinners. tenebrous took the can of perdition and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the sealskin broken and Hell freed from his evil ascendence. After all, how could the place that punishes evildoer be ruled by a Demon ?"

"So you're saying that the stool of Hell has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the Navy SEAL broken, it will no longer offer him tycoon. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A fiery aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his lesion."You could say that Hell and I are under unspoilt full term 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 incapacitated.

"You're a prevaricator and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal legal opinion ; it is the order of Hell ! Hades and I fight position by side, Hell is my ally, and we exist for the same understanding : to murder evil ! You have corrupted and abused this kingdom for far too foresighted, and it is time for you to pay the price ! In the name of inferno, I will toss off you !"Baltoh thundered with the field of energy growing in power and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be salutary if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his friends out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrous stammered as he looked at the sphere of might in Baltoh's hand and the brightness level that was bending and warping around it.

"My most muscular and severe spell ; Celestial secretiveness. The power in which to off a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what luck to you think you have ? I can only use within another creation when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the Demon roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade shimmer spell.

"You can not escape from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his judgement, he had the orb swerving through the air and strike the former ogre King in the chest.

Upon inter-group communication with Tenebrous, a spherical perimeter with a radius of five Admiralty mile radiated from the magic spell, severing that blank from realness. The sphere quickly began to shrink, compressing all the matter within it while leaving only swarthiness behind. It didn't just create a vacuum ; it left a gaping pickle in the universe and the fabric of place and time. Tenebrous gave one final holloa of terror as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the thing trapped within it. Defying the legal philosophy of physics, it continued to quail, crushing all the matter beyond the spot of black hole cloth and shrinking until it was minor than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and torso, Baltoh turned to the flaming can and sat down. The tongues of fire brushed against his hide and apparel like the fur of an animal, causing no harm. They barely even felt real. Sitting in the Throne of nether region, he took a oceanic abyss breathing time and thought back through his wholly adventure. It was done, there was still employment to be done in pit, ingenuous individual to save, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery land had been defeated and the race of Demons would soon be extinct. The immediate yesteryear barely meant anything, what was important was the long term. Would he take the Throne of pit and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it potential to even decree them both ? Would he return to Earth with Selene ? Was it possible to truly find peace of mind after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for ten of thousand of years and reached the storey of a god truly put away his sword and blockade fight ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a T. H. White suit, had a pair of wings with sterling flatware plumage, and his halo was in the pattern of a diadem of brightness level. His hair was white and combed back and he had a short whiskers and his skin color was a lightsome tan, as he was of eye Eastern ancestry. He was walking casually on the empty space as if he was taking a stroll through the park and came to a stay beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how firmly it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Yahveh, one of the earlier Angel and the ruler of Heaven. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"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 step in when he attempted to drink down Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of hellhole beginning to unblock itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the Devil has been defeated and the crapper of Hell sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every right to be furious with me. It was because of my prescript that your archetype homo psyche were sent to Hell in the first of all place. It is because of me that heroes have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is More my break than anyone else's."

"A lot of good that does. You meddled with the world of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let war and organized religion burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the toilet with his camp fingers in front of his face.

"That is honest. I pulled away from the world because I realized the mess I had made and wanted living beings to be able to shape their own sprightliness. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to harness over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the crapper. I waited for that person to get and bring Libra the Balance so that the war between Light and iniquity could come to an end. Imagine my surprisal when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the Lapplander icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to stay angry at me ? I sent Selene and mollie to let you make love that I had forgiven you for the misunderstanding you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its time to let the past tense stay in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. past tense, present tense, and time to come ; they mean null and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the annoyance that I've endured. You've led a spoiled life sentence compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face up Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for someone born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, keep your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my question about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the toilet of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of dust and melted quark cheese that were hovering in the zero gravitational attraction."This all started because of too practically interference in some plaza and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to keep up club, so to bulge out, I think I'll implement parliamentary law. That's all you need to jazz old man."

"Funny, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 long time old,"Almighty mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the catch."What the Hell do you want from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still take to arise up. It is time for you to come to terms with who and what you are. There is too a good deal hatred in the three region, too much 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 bring order and balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's fourth dimension for you to finally ask yourself if you can live with all this hatred, or if the quiet in battle will arouse the beast and do it to consume you and twist you into dark, just as it has to so many others. You have the power of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a Throne is taken by mortal with the awry ambitions.

You've gone through a great variety, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's clock time to change who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the Throne of perdition with his font in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw genus 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 wave, hugging him with all her posture. Her Holy Writ were impossible to empathize, as she was both praising his victory and saying how worried she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the smell of her silky hairsbreadth. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh twist and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her face buried in the face of his neck opening, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my heartfelt sweet Rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laugh.

Rosmarinus officinalis finally let ago, letting Molly show her care. Like Selene and rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raffaello Sanzio and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hands and congratulating him on doing the inconceivable. Michael was the last to preen him, and he did it with the strong smile he had ever worn."You were once my pledged enemy, but you are now my greatest friend and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your victor, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's rarity."Michael, of all the garden angelica, you have always been the one with the unassailable will to slay evil and enforce justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of the pits to you, so that you may find this realm and make sure that evil is never allowed to spring up again. I trust you to make Hell 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 flabby osculation."Let's go home."



After leaving an going for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, mollie, and Rosemary reappeared on the riverside of New York, right where they had left. Barely a secondly had passed on Earth since their release, and Earth was still in a frenzy as multitude tried to figure out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ citizenry of Earth, try my articulation,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his address to the words of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the Earth as hoi polloi looked at each other and simultaneously asked,"did you hear that ?"

‘ My epithet is Baltoh, and I am the god and ruler of this universe. I am speaking to you now so that you may lie with what has transpired here. The war in New House of York has been won, as well as the war in netherworld. With the help of the forces of Heaven, I have slain the Old Nick and his kingdom now lies in ruins. A great change has arrived and the force of wickedness has been brought to its abject degree since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the fervour of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this human beings of the evil that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to punish the evildoer and Eden to repay the virgin, I will remold this world so that all dear hoi polloi can subsist in peace and happiness. I will end the corruption, the war, the avarice, and the suffering, and all I ask in return is your honest will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no congratulations, only a vestal heart and good deed of conveyance. If you can redeem yourselves and purge your souls of evil, then this world can finally become a utopia.

No matter what religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any other, you are equal in my eyes and have the Same opportunities and obstacles to get yourselves on the right path. Your faith means nix to me, only your deeds and your firmness of purpose to hold this man a better place for everyone will dictate your place in the next cosmos. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be rebellions fueled by greed and evil, but together, we can make this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a prospect to completely remold who we are, but now, in this meter, the greatest chance of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the criminal offense of the past, we can finally enjoy the present instead of enduring it, and we can know that the time to come will be even greater. This is our chance to cleanse this globe and reacquire the dependable will to survive and want to do in force. The metre of pain and hatred is over, the fourth dimension of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three firm followers."Let's relief and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburbia of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sunlight and impudent air. Behind him was a blue-painted house with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly couple with chocolate-shade skin were holding workforce and with looks of dread on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the lounge with her parents and hugged them. respective minutes later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her torso shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, molly was having a standardised conversation with her category, while Rosemary was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they lead it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful grin."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was hard convincing them what I had said was avowedly, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armor, wing, and celestial annulus for them to fully conceive 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 rest when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a voiced 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 women,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two cleaning woman. I wanted to enclose you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the pavement, they were too terrified to affect. Are mollie and Rosmarinus officinalis still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and Rosemary is having hassle announcing my new commandments to the man. I did everything I could to sustain from forcing any variety of religious or religious belief on people and to only implement requirements for goodness human activity and good conduct, but much of the human beings is still rebelling. I might possess to put on a true up display of world power before they finally accept my rules and give up their selfish sins."

"Well if there is anyone who can purify the world of its evil, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her arms around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few Nice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

disappearing off the face of the Earth, the two buff rematerialized in the very center of the creation, in a bright nebula of all colors cascading together with million of wizard glistening in the background. swarm of hued gas as large as solar systems wafted past them like tongues of flame, more beautiful than a human being mind could comprehend. Baltoh and Selene were naked, Selene without her liquidity metal wings and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each other in the middle of the world, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuum of space, they were both completely resistant to the inhospitable affects and had no trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, unable to verbalise without air to carry the sound.

‘ The birthplace of everything. It is from this head, billions of eld ago, that the universe was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into existence and promised land and Hell later budded off from it like cells. We are in the very heart of all existence, what better home to make love ?'

Baltoh began to osculate her neck, with each trace his lips against her tegument sending moving ridge of pleasure through her body, like toy orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to suppose through the euphory.

Baltoh slowly raised his top dog and gave a warm smile. ‘ Not nearly as a good deal as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their lips swirled together the likes of oil and water, they reached out with their tongues and let them enwrap around each former and probe the interior of each other's sass. Even though he had lost all of his Demon characteristics, Baltoh was able to commute his physical form to realise his tongue as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his spit, she raised one of her bland legs and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the wiz in the universe positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent scream of genial euphory as Baltoh's vim flooded her trunk, letting her glimpse into the power of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imaging. She could see everything from the humble corpuscle to the largest galaxies, all with equal lucidness. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable feelings to slow up to a drip, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't restitution to the life she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his fingers against the side of meat of her grimace, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't trouble. calmness yourself and trust in me. I will establish you everything you desire and more.'

With their lip interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her cosmos with the aura of divinity, allowing her to glance into his horizontal surface of macrocosm without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the chroma of the feeling but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full glimpse into his globe and making her mind cry out as it struggled to find a way to key out the seventh heaven and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a obtuse, steady rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in quad, their lips having yet to fully sort from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could feel her head getting used to the god-like touch sensation and became mostly immune to it, regaining her clear senses. As Baltoh's zip surged through Selene like a blood transfusion, they both began to glow with their bodies intertwined from their get-up-and-go 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 price of power, moving to the same level of existence.

Casting aside their index and living side by English in the same level, they shed the feelings of the energy incoming and exiting their bodies. In the neo space, they felt only each other's physical forms, just like the first time they made love. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the thoroughgoing speeding and touching all the ripe topographic point. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her fantastic with his bass jab, not needing any of his superpower to shake up or pleasure her. breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the spirit of Baltoh's stopcock being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to find words to describe how good it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her mind and grant her a view of the realm of the ecclesiastic, the variance between the two sensations offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his mind, Baltoh too was struggling to notice a description, not only for the incredible flavor of being so close to the woman he loved and the feeling of her soft hint, but also his dear itself, the love he felt for her. No affair what he came up with, whether it be an entire playscript of poetic atomic number 79 dedicated to the sole purpose of summarizing his feelings for her or using the universe itself to paint a wall painting in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly express his making love, no thing how much he wished to.

Their sass and tongue still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in Selene at a deeply and steady rhythm method of birth control, the two lover lost caterpillar track of prison term, for time itself was bending around them as their energies were released in large and large intensities, forming an standard atmosphere of raw power that was like a sun with them in the pith.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a coincidental orgasm, so powerful that it affected their judgement as well as their bodies and surpassed any physical wizard. As they looked up and gave still moan of happiness, the star around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their bodies and minds. Defying her view of reality, the champion she experienced with the surge of big businessman surging back her mind surpassed the master feeling that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while cleric, Baltoh too was in awe at the waves of seventh heaven that flooded him like tidal waves of Inner Light. To Baltoh and genus Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching macrocosm completely, for the smorgasbord of muscularity contained both their spirit and somebody. Neither of them could even tell if they were still alive or dead, as the seventh heaven they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a flashing as splendid as the Big blast itself, the world power was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and rolling, swarm of their zip flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like radio waves. The might and passion of the surge was so powerful, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an inestimable amount of time, everything became quiet, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the center of the universe of discourse as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and stared deep into each former's eyes, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only capable to say before sharing a sonant kiss.




The End