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Chapter 1



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

Up at the very top of the Empire res publica edifice, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red New York minute in the grey sky. From this newsbreak, a glowing orb came into existence, resembling a crimson light lightbulb. It was not brilliant or powerful enough to draw attending from the hoi polloi below and it was completely masked by torrential rain. The raindrops that passed by this burning flash were turned into hissing steam from just the intense proximity and the abnormal heat being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial flash ; instead, it grew in intensity and size while becoming darker in tint. Initially the size of a homo clenched fist, it began to elaborate into an undulating vertical phonograph recording as large as a dinner table. There was a second flash lamp and the disk became still, having completed its metabolism. It became solid like chicken feed, with shifting hues of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the bottom of the disk, pouring out slowly and streaming down like buddy-buddy tar. The mist washed over to the steeple of the top of the building, causing the metal to rust and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous curtain of red visible radiation was a choir of agonizing screams and watchword of pain, pouring out from the depths of the red lightness. Were the conditions clear, the people down in the streets would instantly gaze up in horror at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their capitulum to try and protect their psyche from its ravaging note. The sound radiating from this wickedness fantasm was one not meant for deathly ears, a sound that was never intended to be set loose upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the rainfall were the the great unwashed of New York spared the mind-scarring chorus.

A ripple stretched out from the sum of the platter and a shadow came into view from its depth, like a sea beast 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 radio tower on one pes. The number was a tall young man with a lean but hefty build, garbed in brown boots, grey baggy pants, a Black person sash, and a black hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his wrists were two rosary bead electric cord and two metal bond. The man had medium-length glowering hairsbreadth that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing blueness heart that could almost glow in the nighttime, and hidden under his hood were two horns that protruded just past his hair argumentation and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery door, a burning at the stake aureole came into view, hovering above his straits, as well as four monumental fender that grew out of his rachis. Each was Sir Thomas More than twice the size of his body when fully extend and stretched, with the bring down set of wings resembling bat wings but with scales instead of flesh, and the amphetamine wing like the wings of an eagle, but were whiter than drop. Protruding from the back of his renal pelvis was a farseeing black tail with a rope-like distance and tractableness and a bladed stinger on the end like a bumbler knife, but with a tearing slam. His fingertips were armed with triangular nipper that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

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

The deep red portal disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the metropolis, standing on the tip of the radiocommunication tower and wrapped in his offstage. His bright Zane Grey optic scanned the urban center below, taking in the view. It hadn't been very long since his death sojourn to the human human race, as he traveled there frequently.

"I'll find you, just you wait…"he muttered with a voice that was as solve and unwavering as it was mysterious.

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



Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her middle focused on the book of crossword puzzles in her deal. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter give-and-take for"zip spreading ”, she skirted through the gang of everyday commuters and the planetary menstruation of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful charwoman in her mid twenty dollar bill with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade skin colour, tenacious black whisker that was straight yet wavy, and bright fleeceable eyes. Matching her beauty was her hourglass figure, with d-cup breasts, a slender waist, an ass and pair of thigh that were toned with muscle, and articulatio coxae that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her anatomy was a mixture of good cistron and a nearly religious devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing blackened high-healed skid that gave a very sexy tap with each step, a fateful skirt that tightly held to her smoothen thighs, and a tan clientele coat with her purse hanging from her shoulder. Secured in her bag and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential rag of rain. Maybe she should have driven today…

Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a specific affinity for the mental exercise. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to push herself to her boundary. She was always searching for a challenge, something to bankrupt the boring bit of life, it was why she moved to New York in the first stead ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a carrell ). In this case, her challenge for today was to get to exploit without putting down the crossword book or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"several of the demonstrator cheered in return, glad for the minor musical composition of support.

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

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

"You had full get your ass over here, because if your desk is vacant when Mr. Reed passes by, you'll really have to get on your articulatio genus and"beg"to go along your job,"her coworker and beneficial 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 feet away."Don't we have this Same conversation every day ?"

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're mighty on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the lousy puddle any second now. I'll be there in a min. By the way, do you sleep together a twelve-letter word for a high school math course of instruction ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red eyes. The brute was shorter than an adult human but much Sir Thomas More muscular, with long powerful limb, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony extension with scabrous shape and flimsy membranes, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal case, a swishing whip-like after part, and jet-black skin that was covered in flaming scrape. The tar-like spit that dripped from its notched teeth burned the stone with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over bearing, and opened its backstage with an abnormally loud thump, like the beatnik of an ancient war brake drum. Leaping off the tug, it plunged towards the priming, completely invisible to all mortal eye. Reaching the entrance of the building, it held open its annex to their fully size of it and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past tense. The puddles and falling rain around the front door almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the urban center, the animate being tried to control its excitement and thirst for blood line. Only lucky fistful of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the living in all of story, and here, there was more food than its deranged intellect could comprehend. Looking down, creature spotted its number one victim. On the roof of a nearby situation building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed refreshed air.

Having just received a call from his married woman that she had just had a stillbirth, the balding middle-aged man did not care that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the building. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a tacky splashing phone. The man quickly turned around, having lost the smell that he was alone. While the infernal beast was completely invisible, the man's eyes widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rainwater, as each drop that splattered on its body showed its size of it and shape.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the breast, ripping capable his ribcage and torso cavum. The man released a garbled cry of pain as rake streamed from his back talk and his harmonium spilled out onto the floor. The man fell suddenly to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the stock slowly cattle farm across the rain-soaked roof like a spoonful of oil across the aerofoil of a pool. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with savour, tearing through the body with its chela and chewing on the bloody marrow only briefly.

As it slurped up a blood line of gut like a spaghetti strand, a bright flashbulb of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in painfulness as its lop offstage and arm fell to the floor with thick blood trickling from its nervure. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long brand in his hand. The handle had no safeguard and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged blade had a very minute cast until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the size of it suddenly swelled with an precipitous gut-hook to consider down the end of the brand for enhance hacking and slashing. The blade finally tapered off to a stabbing full stop, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by eighteen column inch of straight-razor serrations, ripped spread like a gutted Fish by the hook-like bound, cleaved by the across-the-board 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 stumps if its severed arm and wing.

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall take in zip from me, traitor. I was born of pain and malice, and there is nothing you can do to lay down me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the white feathers of his upper berth wings stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or dedication to the Devil, your silence will fulfil zippo. I will incur him and demolish you all."

With a dingy roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with black green goddess billowing from its claws like attack. With piffling effort, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could reach his face, then severed its handwriting with only his grip.

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

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

A flash lamp of light was released from his palm with the brightness of the sun. The ignitor obliterated the hell-spawn wight with a metaphysical impact of sanctum fire, incinerating its body while shoving it back. While the flash was seeable from below, anyone who saw it would merely err it for a particularly mighty dash of lightning.

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



Abaddon stood in the bell shape pillar of the Riverside Church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with turn down eyes and swishing tails. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a Demon, and while they were standardized in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house cats to lions.

Abaddon's trunk was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like backstage, jet-black scaly shape, a long keister, long talons protruding from the ends of his finger and toes, and curled horns on the top of his head. However, his body was far more humanoid, with longer tree branch and castanets, a much straighter posture, more malleable digits, a brawny yet leaner and less bulky anatomy, a humanoid face, and even peaky fuzz. Secured to his carpus were two metal trammel and he was wearing a skirt of armor plates around his shank, standardised to a gladiator or knight.

The ogre growled as he looked out over the metropolis."I can't believe that bastard followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our design can't workplace if we lose another. Not even I can face him in fight the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain hidden, but I need to tip so that I may get inviolable enough to fight him. If I feed on plenty psyche, I may be capable to at to the lowest degree subsist confrontation, but you are all to keep a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of account of crossword mystifier. The rainwater had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the sparkle of the sun, and with the iniquity of the city, it was likely that the vast puddle and blanket of water system would not dry until the succeeding day. The night was unusually colored. For even though the rain had stopped, the thick swarm remained and they refused to allow for the Moon to shine. With so much wet in the city, a heavyset mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the luminousness so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from work, so she had no worry. Even in the duskiness with no one around, she felt safe enough to walk home. Not to name the fact that the can of Mace she carried in her purse was strong enough to meld the middle out of anyone who gave her a peculiar look.

In a stretchability of time so small that she couldn't even cogitate of something to compare it to, Selene's world was suddenly interchange upside-down as her senses were ripped away, save for the sound of a crackle rattle and the feeling of getting stabbed at every centimeter of flesh in her dead body with hot iron while battery acid flooded her vein. Her legs buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with brutal force out and dragged into the nearby alley.

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

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

Selene was slammed against a brick wall with one of her capturer gripping her by the pharynx. The shock, while painful, offered some clarity, as she was now capable to at least see her assaulter. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his hired man around her throat, the minute was standing beside the foremost, and the third gear was a few infantry away, digging through her purse.

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

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

"No… please…"she gasped with her pharynx combustion. Her plea got her a hard smack to the cheek.

"Unless you're begging for my cock, you had sound shut the screw up…"the first base growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's undecomposed for you."

Looking through the stars of the stinging smack, Selene's center widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the blade. Like his knife, the dim light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the tongue as if he were going to stab her, he slipped the tip of the leaf blade into her collar. For the briefest second, the tip of the brand was touching her peel, and never before had she felt something so stingingly inhuman. To her reliever, the tongue was taken off of her skin, but before she could expire, her attacker yanked the vane downwards, tearing through her pelage, shirt, and bra. With tears streaming from her heart, genus Selene cried out in pain as bloodline trickled down her belly from the recondite cut left on her chest from the attacker's malicious and clumsy removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her chick and panties and the moment assaulter went to work yanking off the shredded clay. genus Selene shivered in terror and helplessness as the cool air fanned her bare thigh and firm breasts. Her nipples were now the size of finger joints from the moth-eaten air and the fear that filled every fiber of her being.

"looking at those sweet titmouse of hers, I wonder how lots cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a piddling gabardine would look great on that sinister skin,"the tierce attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of hard cash into his air hole and throwing aside her purse.

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

Her scream was cut brusk as the attacker's blade was plunged into the side of her tummy, cutting through her without any effort. The pain that shot through her was so excruciating, she lost all control over her physical structure and mind. The pain inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her anatomy was even more frightful than the Taser, something that she thought was inconceivable. With blood slowly filling her mouth, her dead body became hobble while her attackers just laughed.

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

"Let her go,"a voice echoed through the alley. The deep vocalism was as clear-cut as glass and the very phone of it shook Selene from her dying daze.

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

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

"Who the fuck are you ? !"the 2d attacker barked.

"Let her go, this is your final monition,"the man ordered with more sureness and great power in his voice than any living human could have.

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

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

Before he continued, four boastfully wings grew out of his back, with the plume along the edge of the upper berth offstage flanged like the shaft of a hedgehog and the modest bat-like wings honed to the sharp shape of a blade. With lineage oozing down her chin, Selene gasped in disbelief and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the tongue dropped her and she slumped to the priming with blood pouring from her wound.

"But know this, your hatred is cypher compared to mine ! Demon Art : Incineration flood tide !"

An eructation of red and grim flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every piece of trumpery to rise into the air. The dark flames surged down the alleyway, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their feet. Completely ignored by the flak, Selene watched in horror in amazement as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by moving ridge of black and red flames washing over them. Their wearing apparel were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their soundbox, their musculus were shredded as if by a meat grinder, rake streamed from their carcasses as their veins were lacerated at every centimeter, their organs exploded like piddle balloons once exposed, and after only a few seconds, they were zero but charred skeletons. As the billow faded, so did Selene's level on awareness. Succumbing to blood loss and the hurting of her trauma, Selene slumped over and passed out.

Kicking aside the blacken skeletal frame of the raper, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pallid hand over her raw dead body."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's whole trunk began to glow as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's hired man and settled on her skin. Her stab wound began to close, her scrapes and bruise disappeared, and her body stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In lupus erythematosus than half a minute, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to come up himself analyzing every inch of her naked lulu, moving his eye slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his butt and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to look for information. Pulling out a forgotten letter, Baltoh read her gens and address, memorizing the location of the flat construction and the demand unit of measurement. Hooking the pocketbook to his sash, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her rachis and the other under her knees, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked body 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 boldness. It had been long time since he laid eyes upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his cut like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his chest and a felicitous nervousness, something that he had never before receive with his cold heart.

Realizing how lots time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to realness and spread his backstage. With a individual powerful flapping, he was catapulted senior high school into the sky. Holding genus Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the speech he had found on the letter as he soared over the city. With her long lustrous tomentum brushing across her face, Selene was brought out of full unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her eyelids slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a pipe dream. What she did get laid was that he was very bounteous and she was cold-blooded. She gave a soft suspiration as she fell back to sleep, crossing her munition to preserve warm.

With the chile break air kissing her bare skin, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's arms. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an flood out sense of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his intact beingness, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his life had been nothing but choler and the desire to slay Gargoyles and devil. His own spirit meant nothing, except that he would not be able to retain fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to empathise why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her finisher while he flew and keeping her warm with his own dead body heat. He even wrapped his lower wings around her to keep her protected from the moth-eaten wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to crusade his building erection, something that further confused him, as he had never felt intimate attraction for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment building, he landed on the blast escape valve by her unit like an eagle reaching its nest. With Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a hologram, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the floor with unparalleled quiet, he retracted his wings and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the elbow room for a reasonableness that he did not know. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The rampart were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with pictures of champion and fellowship. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a picture of Selene with a Lester Willis Young man and stared at it intently. While they had the same complexion, he couldn't not figure out if he were a swain or brother.

‘ Why am I so curious about this charwoman ? Why am I so distracted ?'Baltoh mentation 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 eyes in the glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his sword materializing in his grip. He came to a stop, sword in hired hand, staring into the oculus of a white and brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to exact in all potential lighter, its tail was swishing from side to side anxiously, and its claw were slowly edging out of its lenient paws. But the feline's military capability was relaxed, as if it were both at relief and alerting. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more confusion than ever before in its biography, sensing a vast torrent of unlike vigour in him, both perch and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon disappeared as soon as impinging was lost. Turning back to the window to get out, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like airs, staring at Selene's naked body. The city lights from out of doors were cast upon her discase beauty like a spider web, illuminating her womanly design. Her blue skin caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her organic structure was rich in voluptuous bender, her lean and well-toned shape was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her yearn smooth thighs, the lip of her snatch looked so delicate and soft, it was as if they were made of chocolate frosting and lacked even a one hair's-breadth. Her full breasts gently trembled with each intake and release of air, and her nipples were raise from the womanishness and ticklish pall of each exhale. Her sleek Negro hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few Strand were draped across her peaceful face. The lipstick on her lips glistened as she breathed, and her lash fluttered with each sleeping tremor in the lids.

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

Murmuring the watchword shook him from his fog, reminding him that he had to give. He extended his extension and became nonphysical, about to go along through the paries as if it were made only of lightness. As he took a measure forward, genus Selene's eyes slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright super acid hue.

She reached out for his extension, inadvertently plucking one of his feathering."Wait."

Baltoh stopped dead.

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

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

Once again, Selene was heavy asleep, completely peaceful, the feather locked tightly in her grip.



Two strait filled the abandoned subway tunnel ; the dour gag of Abaddon and the agonising cry of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening feeding on homeless people, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to affect onto the principal course. The offspring woman before him had long blonde hair and blanch skin, dirtied from years of living in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely raw and covered in long bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like virgule of his tail.

She was hang over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the trail, crying and screaming in pain as the fiend forced his near-horse-sized rooster into her bantam body with cold speed. Beneath her were the butchered cadaver of her parents, wet with her tears and the blood streaming from between her pegleg, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the young miss had begged the devil to let mercy and barricade, or to at least kill her and end the pain. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal Night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The evil force raping her was not man, and while her signified of logic screamed that he had to be, the lady friend knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no matter how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining posture 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 pelvis tightly. The Cy Young young woman screamed in suffering and humiliation as the Demon dug his claws into her anatomy and felt his seed flood her consistence, taking the place of Abaddon's hammer as he yanked it out of her. She released a indorse and more tearful howler as an ineffable burning at the stake feeling coursed through her eubstance. In her vagina, the dark-grey semen was eating away at her flesh, burning through her like acid.

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

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



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

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

A modest scowl appeared on her face, something didn't look right. She looked at her deal, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a thin coating of grime, and looking over her torso, she realized that her hand wasn't the simply matter that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to change by reversal off the beeping alarm and the blood in her veins instantly became as cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the flannel feathering on it. The marble-like semblance was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a simple hoot was impossible. Just the size alone made it being an eagle feather impossible. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her billfold, empty of cash.

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



Mentally judder, Selene called in sick to run, deciding that it would be best if she thought things out before doing anything. After taking a shower and washing away the poop from the alley and the descent from her injuries, Selene sat in her living elbow room with a cup of burnt umber, watching the break of the day word. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

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

"A brutal conniption was discovered this morning time by obstetrical delivery trucks handing newspapers. Describing the olfactory sensation of burning sulphur, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the prospect of an blowup. The walls of the neighboring building were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the corpse of three bodies were found.

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

The screen went shadow for a moment and then the view was returned. Selene spewed coffee tree across her cat as she saw the back street, sending the get to feline scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a looking of repugnance. She knew without a vestige of a doubt that the alleyway they were showing was the back street she had been mugged in the Night before. The camera zoomed in at respective points, showing the damage of the blowup. 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 effectiveness not to throw up at the visual sense of the twisted black skeletons and the horrible expression of agony on their scorch faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseous from the sight of the gruesome skeletons.

"police force are currently investigating the identities of the three dupe and the cause of the plosion. They were willing to remark on the unfamiliarity of the effect, as there were no reports of any loud noises, something that would be evident for whatever caused so much end. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the examination continues, no chemical residue has been found at the internet site. They can't detect any evidence of an actual bomb exploding or any trace of window pane ; all they have uncovered is a tumid total of sulfur."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the corner of an business office construction with his head in his decoration, mulling over the previous night. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high sixties. Baltoh had made himself unseeable so that he didn't even cast a shadow. He didn't want any beguilement as he pondered his future movie and his late unity. His annex lay draped around him like blankets and his whip-like setaceous tush lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his fingers through his tomentum. He thought back over and over again to the different wizard that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his entire creation had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to off Demons and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked form tightly… it replaced the fires of wrath in his heart with the fervour of passion.

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

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

He jerked his head as a small pop flared in the cover of his brain. He could sense a surge in fiend vitality and it was compressed in a single entity. Without a doubt it was Abaddon.

"Tch, double-dyed timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through horizontal surface upon level upon level of abandoned railway tunnels and sewer lines, moving through firm pit and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the scummy tunnel, residing deep below the urban center and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally erode rats had inflicted damage to the concrete body structure and formations.

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

"You may be able to hide yourself from the centre of mankind and the ignitor of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your power or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was follow the aroma of wickedness on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the dead bodies around Abaddon's foundation and the multiple teeth and hook marks."I've let you roam free in this world for too foresightful, now you die,"he growled, forming his steel in his hand.

The Demon began to laugh and held out his hired hand. Bursting from the anatomy of his palm, a line of work of clappers resembling a spinal column reached out and locked together into a meter-long pole. A cheap cracking speech sound echoed through the sleeping accommodation as the spine began to falsify, being crushed by an unseeable force-out and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a longsighted sword of a single solid part of pearl, with the spinal ridgeline acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underestimation me treasonist. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding around-the-clock. The painful cries of these puny mankind, they're so beautiful, the sound of the soma being torn from their eubstance and their rake being splattered across the walls and floor, the mint of the poor girlfriend'teary-eyed faces as I rape them to last, and the appreciation of this resplendent spread of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these weaklings since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain and their bodies. And I must say, living humans taste so much more toothsome than the spirits of the damned ; they are so… good. Now I've become far unassailable than I ever was in pit, firm enough to even look 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 twenty infantry every second. The growing bubble of lighter consumed him and Abaddon and continued to expatiate, passing through the walls, floor, and ceiling of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a c m in every direction, the guggle came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its direction. The column instantly shattered into millions of pieces and crumbled to the ground, but before the dust could even get down to settle, the pillar was reformed, with every shard and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant single piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's keep open this belittled, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a roaring violent stream of Shirley Temple and white energy. swarthiness was streaming from his black bat-like wings and light was streaming from his pearly eagle-like backstage.

Abaddon gave a booming laughter and pointed his sword at Baltoh as black flame surged up from the earth around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can hold out before you have to resort to unleashing your full power."

The two foe crouched down with their arms held back and pounced on each former. In midair, they both swung their swords and collided in deafening collapse. Instantly, every piece of firm stone and concrete shattered like sherd grenade, filling the air with debris and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



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

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

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a rampart of stone, entering an ancient cave system bass below the city of New House of York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked blades over an over in an endless terpsichore that had been going on for hours. With each hit, a immense shower of sparks would fill the air, as well junk and shrapnel from every rock-and-roll and piece of music of gemstone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the harm instantly repaired and the affects of the engagement kept from being noticed by the outside world.

‘ shit it, why is this struggle still going on ? It is true that he is far unattackable than any convention Demon, but I would normally end a battle like this in LE than a moment, but I feel so… dull. I can't pore my judgement or my energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to force all distraction out of his mind.

Disengaging from Baltoh's blade, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his taloned finger at his individual enemy, as if he were pretending to sack a gun.

"daimon Art : Dark Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal balance beam of dark free energy erupted from the tip of his claw like a comic book scoundrel's behemoth death ray.

"angel Art : Gates of Heaven !"Baltoh countered, planting his blade in the terra firma.

Shaking the all tunnel, an ornate gateway of solid gold flare-up from the burrow in battlefront of Baltoh. Glowing like a immense neon sign, the logic gate shielded Baltoh from the blast, with the apparition Department of Energy ineffective to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal to Hell opened and a massive systema skeletale paw reached up, grabbing the Demon with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an action figure and ending the nighttime Pulse clap. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the logic gate of paradise spell and pounced on Abaddon with his brand held low for an uppercut slash.

With a monstrous roar, Abaddon swung his buns and struck the hand, shattering all of the osseous tissue and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his blade, having just enough time to impede Baltoh's upward slash. The two sword met and the monster was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer power behind the slice, crashing through level upon stage of cave systems.

Eventually gaining dominance of his momentum, Abaddon became impalpable and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty subway platform. The bedroom had two subway caterpillar track with a duplicate line of merchandise of pillar on the platform between them, a recollective stairway leading up to the street on one side of the bedroom but was blocked off due to touch on needing to be made to the platform, and a wall with a XII payphones stood on the opposite rampart. The weapons platform was on the very fringes of Baltoh's original barrier, signification that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the level, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his steel 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 debris to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his horse sense of direction and find Abaddon, the Demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking beef. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping stone and crashed straight through one of the rows of pillars like a wrecking clod through Styrofoam.

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

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in pain in the neck as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open his pectus cavity and nearly snapping the costa. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the devil skidding back L feet. Abaddon struggled to remain on his substructure with inky-black blood dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his hanker tush and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's pharynx, strangling the ogre. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head of a sledgehammer, and planted him in the floor with enough force to create a thirty-foot crater. He released the devil's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his feet, Baltoh delivered a devastating thrill to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the wall with so lots force that even the pay phones he didn't crunch were destroyed by the shockwave and the whole depot nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the devil, about to deliver the terminal motility. Dredging up his world power levels for the attack that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of somebody coming down the stairs.

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

His eyes widened and he released a thick gasp as Selene came into view. The beautiful adult female instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the pile of him and the indisputable 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 organic structure, from his tail to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

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

"Die double-dealer ! ogre Art : iniquity pulsation !"He roared.

All the dust on the level was thrown aside like scraps of report by an activate fan as a jet-black flack of apparition free energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a thick beam with a ten-foot diameter and carrying sufficiency power to cut down one-half of the metropolis with ease.

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

With the bam saturating the ambiance with shadow energy, non-white storm swarm began swirling around the Negroid pillar. Down on the subway system platform, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his blade, desperately trying to barricade it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the Angle of his sword and direct it in a dissimilar direction, the blast would slam down onto the city like a cleaver. In the blinking of an eye it would make to change the direction of the blast, a huge scar could be carved straight through various sea mile of the city, possibly killing hundreds of people. This beam was far more brawny than a normal Demon's !

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



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

He was leaning against the mesa with his annex retracted back into his body, in club to keep from accidently knocking thing over. However, they were the only aspects of his appearance that he could deepen. His chela, fag end, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding answer, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her flat, though he had to make himself invisible in order to get there without being noticed. Outside, the urban center of New House of York was like an overturned formicary as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to visualise out what it was. There were already dozens of newsworthiness vans around the surface area of the eructation, held back by a line of police officers while anti-terrorism agents and forensic investigators studied the scene. Outside of the ring of crowds, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the populace and the blast was a signal that assessment Day was at hand. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blasted them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should feature killed him without any trouble, but for some grounds, I just couldn't put my full effort into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just skip the fight and finish him off. But it will select time for him to reclaim, and hopefully by the sentence he is substantial enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to track him down and finish the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How does something like me even come to exist ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of cosmos, there are three land ; nirvana, this population, and Hell. In Eden there are the Angels and archangel, on Earth there are humans, and in blaze there Gargoyles and Demons. holy person are buy the farm booze that have sworn their fealty to Jehovah to oppose on his behalf against the violence of darkness, and archangel are created by Wahvey himself or are the sum of multiple Angels bonded by their unquestionable desire to do effective and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In pit, Gargoyles are malicious glowering disembodied spirit that are born in the Lake of Fire through the anger and hatred of people on Earth. While they are completely devoid of actual soulfulness, they are the dark equivalence to Angel, but when an Angel Falls falls from the grace of Heaven, it can become a Gargoyle with a soul. During issue like wars or genocides, there is always a monolithic upsurge in the routine of Gargoyles spawned from those damaging feelings. However, in piazza on Earth with an unnaturally mellow degree of infliction and hatred in its chronicle, very feeble Gargoyles can work, while still being far more powerful than even the vicious human flavor. Most often, when you think of demonic possession and diabolical haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

daemon are on a completely other level of power from Gargoyles, with the difference being rival to the difference between holy man and archangel. When souls are in Hell for a long plenty menstruation of meter, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and thinker break down into ash and they basically cease to subsist as sentient beings. There are entire plains in Hell of black George Sand from the ashen remains of the bones of stop souls.

However, there is a especial descriptor of ash in that mixture, a part of the homo soul that is… laborious. It is the traces of evil that lie within every mortal, the darkness that drives people to sin and practice law-breaking. Some have More evil in them than others and you know the answer they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to form a star, the crushing weight of all the evil deed and their weight will quarter the heaviest particles of ash together and imprint a Demon, spawned completely from the spitefulness of iniquity someone and lacking even a single homo feature other than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. genus Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy creature and the darkness it would set loose.

"The former variety of Demon is a flow Archangel, which means that its big businessman of luminousness are converted into the powers of darkness and they become handmaiden of the Prince of Darkness. You can tell which daemon were originally Archangels created by Jehovah because they are much Thomas More calm and tempered, being of a unmarried mind instead of a toxic mixture of 100 of spirits."

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

"daimon are basically fallen Archangels, right ? Well instead of being an Archangel that has fallen, I am a demon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weight to his discussion than the annunciation of a new world order.

"You mean you were originally a daimon ?"

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

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very unlike and unique mixtures of psyche, specifically the souls of people who committed murder in the public figure of justice ; police officers, Knight Templar Knights, public executioner, patriots, or even simple men killing the bastards that raped their wives or daughters. Yahweh doesn't condone killing between mankind, even if it is to slay evil."

He was leaning against the board with his eyes downcast and hands balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his chela digging into his medallion. Selene felt a cryptical pall in her gist as she heard the pain in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of billion of the great unwashed, tortured for eons by the minions of the Devil for bringing justice to the world through violence. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our turn. Finally, when the measure of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any other Demon's Genesis, I began to imprint from their hatred. But unlike Demons that descriptor from the hate of life and light, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to slay and kill the military group of darkness was so potent that I was able-bodied to fall alive from the bother and hatred of the discarded Hero. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many psyche as I have, meaning that my power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my birthing clearly : opening my eyes for the first gear time deep below the ground of the ashen subject area, coughing on the dark soil that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the crushing pressure on all sides. I remember climbing up through level upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my humanoid trunk and the daemon characteristics. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never miss my earthen tomb, my clawed hand broke through the surface and I managed to pluck myself out.

Coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the pitch-dark fields of ash, breathing heavily for the first gear time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of pit and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a daemon. The second after the realization came, so did the Passion of Christ and desires of all the human individual that made up my consciousness. The desire to destroy evil was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a fauna of inferno right then and there, but there I was, a living monster ; the very symbol of iniquity and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a belittled smiling and turned away from her."I took my own life. Sitting in that black-market sand, filled with so a great deal self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my existence right then and there. At to the lowest degree in my death, I could destroy evil and bump off one threat from existence. Raising my bridge player, I straightened my fingers and plunged my claws into my own sum, ending my life.

genus Selene, never in the history of existence has a Demon ever committed self-destruction. By nature, they are too swollen-headed and too desperate to make others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless torment, they refuse to die in the hope that they can cause misery. But here I was, trying to eradicate my own existence to that I could at least destroy one piece of immorality, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extreme point 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 heart came to a stop and the last spark 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 degree of moral excellence that holy man needed to achieve to become Archangels.

Just as Christ was resurrected three years after his death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy Energy Department flooded my consistence with the desire to destroy vicious acting as the bridge between wickedness and light, allowing for a synergistic balance that kept me from being destroyed by the translation. With the ability of both Heaven and Hell pulsing through my nervure, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every arcsecond. I shed my scaly demon skin for a mechanical man body and flesh, grew the annex of an backer above my monster backstage, and gained a annulus of hellfire, all while keeping my claw, tail, Demon annex, and the great power of phantasm energy.

I stood up with my new dead body, completely enlightened and worlds apart from daemon and Angelica Archangelica in terms of military strength and raw power. As I flexed my fingers, a fiend landed behind me, having come to inquire the bright light caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the animal attacked… poor beast. Completely driven by instinct and using less energy than to flick my fingers, I beheaded the Demon with the border of my hand, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that pointedness on, my war against the spawn of hell on earth began, and I spent the final stage several decades solely in the ogre and Gargoyle glasshouse, slaughtering the hellish beasts the second they were spawned and fighting for every second of my life, appeasing my desire to slay evil and decimating the fiend's armies."

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

"So if you're one-half Demon and half Angelica Archangelica, can you merge your superpower ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same clock time. I can mix them so that the two energies are blended to the point that they look almost like the hide of a zebra, but they forever remain separate forces, just like oil and water. It is inconceivable for daimon vitality and Angel energy to attachment, they are too opposite of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the sunrise of the day I saved you, a Demon and several Gargoyles crossed over into this kingdom without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the military unit of heaven have the ability to come in and exit all three plains of creation at will. I'm here to find out how they were able-bodied to do it, what they are doing here, and to slaughter them."

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

"Gargoyles and devil can only span into this world from the pits if they are summoned through some act of human necromancy, like a bunch of goth youngster performing a Satanic rite. The cognitive process is actually very painful for any fantasm that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jump from a satellite through the rotating shaft of a volcano. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few sentence and pulled here against my will. The result is an apparition with significantly lowered power levels, so low that the alone actions they can take are paranormal events like haunting the places where they were summoned. grant prison term, they become to a greater extent and more powerful, eventually becoming strong enough to bruise humans and even leave the home they were summed to.

Every ten or so, the ones who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually mobilise a literal Demon, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can possess and even toss off people in an area, but Demons are able to make born disasters and even pest, like erupting vent, earthquakes, and tsunamis."

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

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The rite of exorcism does not shout the mightiness of Wahvey to ostracise a Demon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning ritual for Angel, except that it only has to draw their aid, as Angels have the ability to pass through dimensional barriers. Consider yourself lucky that hellish entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Heaven that you need help destroying a demonic entity or malefic person. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the holy man and even Archangels will make it and fight the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these struggle can get extremely crimson and destructive, so angel answering the call of exorcisms always arrive in mathematical group. One or Thomas More engagement the entity or evil intent, others cast a roadblock that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fighting and hiding the upshot from outside witness, and another to protect the ones performing the exorcism and anyone else in the area, always having to heal their wounds and alter their retention. Entire city blocks can be annihilated in one of these struggle and multitude can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of destruction. When that happens, the Angels will do everything in their index to annul acknowledgement by the full general public. They will wipe retentiveness, reconstruct anything destroyed, and even fake the metier and Internet to destroy all reports or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to demon vs. archangel, the battles are waged using ancient spells and incantations that focus the respective zip of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and Hell spells."

"But why do the holy man make themselves invisible ? Why not render themselves ? And why do they have to vary people's retention ?"

"After the death of Redeemer, Jehovah decreed that holy person and garden angelica were to stem all visible actions in the man of the support. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The effect of nirvana barely ever come to Earth anymore for anything early than answering the calls of exorcism.

demon and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a different reason. Whenever a demonic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the light of this reality. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and outside at night without too a good deal pain or trouble, but becoming visible in broad daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you have intercourse why God made that law ?"

"To be dependable, Jahweh wanted to promote the lack of faith which was born at the turn of the hundred. After almost two thousand years of war and suffering caused by Christian religion alone, he decided that the world would be better off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A humankind without organized religion is a far more peaceable world than one where people fight over the god they believe in."

Selene was dumb for various import as she tried to cogitate of another question."If hunting these monster and Gargoyles is giving you so a lot trouble, why don't you just ask the Angels for aid ?"

Baltoh sighed."The angel hate me just as a lot as the Demons do. I may be half Angelica Archangelica, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain entire U. S. Army of Demons in my lifespan, they see me as a huge terror that must be destroyed. I have come to world thousands of times before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every clip I arrive, they try to destroy me because I am that lots of a danger to the Libra the Scales of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't infliction to cover that blast better will certainly do back to sting 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 perdition for killing in the name of justice. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and consider him my enemy."

More than a minute passed by, in which neither genus Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye liaison. Looking at Selene in the street corner of his eye, Baltoh was trying to understand what it was about this homo that had piqued his curiosity, while Selene was trying to process everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the cobbler's last 24 hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the smallest of smiles, so lite that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You like. You didn't just vote out those raper in the back street, you healed my wounds and brought me back to my home. Today in the subway system, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me aside, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholy face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these giant yet means that it will probably study sentence. During that sentence, if you ever want to take a break or talk to somebody, just come find me."

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

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

"sustenance it with you, and if you are ever in peril, I will sense it and be able-bodied to find you,"he said before becoming intangible asset and walking through the wall, leaving genus Selene resting her mentum on her hand with a dreamy formulation on her face.



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

She was in the gap room of her post building, looking in low cabinets for any coffee backside so that she could make a fresh pot. The break elbow room was like any other in the world, with a line of high cabinet and low cabinets against the wall, a small electric refrigerator, dingy light, a table and a few chairs, a"chromium steel"steel cesspool, and a bullshit motivational poster that served only to add some coloration to the ecru wall.

molly was sitting up on the counter like a little kid, curling her tenacious blond hair around her finger. She was both the touch and opposite to Selene, with golden hair, vivid blue eyes, and blanch skin, but she had a fit figure with voluptuous curves, the perfect tense combination of good cistron and countless hours at the gym. She and Selene had been best friends since they were first interns and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a genuine shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a unity video of it anywhere, not on the news, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, people have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the priming coat. And it was almost decently in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her ally muttered while trying to break a jumbled slub of a few chain of her haircloth.

The password of her ally gave Selene a flashback of what Baltoh had said about backer removing all tincture of incidents and even manipulating the media.

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

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

While the deep brown was poured, a balding man with chicken feed and a large handlebar mustache stepped into the break room."Ladies, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a minute of arc Mr. Reed,"molly said with a smile that was as pseudo as a politician's promises.

The handler left and mollie turned back to Selene with a looking at of disgust."I can not stand that SOB. 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 knee"begging"for your job."



Coffee cup in bridge player, Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to observe her mind focused on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Baltoh and her handbag, which had his feather stitched into the side, something which molly had joked about being so out of expressive style that she might as well just hollo her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was innate for her to oppugn her current life. After learning that Heaven, nether region, Angel, fiend, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to think she had seen too much to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to know more, she wanted to pick out part in Baltoh's battle against the Demons and just do something that would let her bonk that she had a property in the grown world.

Putting her purse on her desk so that she could at least observe her eyes on the feather, she eventually managed to get some actual work 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 netherworld, the non-white spirits were keeping their king hidden to forefend detection, making it next to insufferable for Baltoh to nibble them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright column of light shown down from the sky like a beam of sunshine piercing a stratum of thick clouds.

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

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

The words of the argument carried a weightiness and minacious tone that no other oral communication held, as it was the linguistic process of the Underworld ; Hellscript, a accent of Latin and a strain of speaking that was very grave to humans. If spoken in the superior general public, every mortal within earshot would be brought to their knees by crippling nausea. Speaking entire phrases like Baltoh had just done would have them to thrust up and begin bleeding from their mouth, nose, and even pinna and optic.

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 flush, baggy knickers, a sash, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The only remainder were that his clothes were as ashen as his feather, he didn't have a cowl, and he didn't have a pair of trammel on his wrists, though his did have the rosary bead chains. His complexion was lots tan than Baltoh's grey skin tone, and he lacked nipper, a nates, and of path, a pair of Demon extension. His auricle were pointed and he had a undivided communication channel of red crinkled hair going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should weigh yourself lucky that I decided to be good-hearted and not attack the second I entered this realm."

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

"Your arrogance is truly that of a Demon, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to mention the fact that you have the Saame riding habit of getting involved with the great unwashed as the dark beasts that provender on misery. You have caused ruinous legal injury to the city without even eliminating all shadow of your existence and accept even socialized and murdered homo. This is a crime of the highest order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The laws of Jehovah mean nothing to me. Your king is a apathetic fool, at least I do sound in this globe. He doesn't even try to penalize me for these"crimes"of mine, so either he truly doesn't caution about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a bright flash lamp of Christ Within from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his handle. The handle was of twisted gold telegram with a ruby pommel, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to await like a pair of Angel wings, and the vane was sterling atomic number 47 but stronger than steel.

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

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

"The billet is truly severe, you know that better than anyone. This time, paradise can not open to stay out of the mess,"Michael argued, lowering his sword and softening his tone.

"I grow tired of this conversation Archangel. Leave me in ataraxis 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 dingy energy crepitation at the tip of the claw of his exponent fingerbreadth."Then I'll fire a dark pulse straight into the metropolis and obscure the next three mi of buildings."

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

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

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern deep below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal bounder. Whimpering in fear and pain was a little girl at his metrical unit, eighteen years old with auburn hair and pale cutis. She had her custody wrapped around her ankles, trying to stop the hemorrhage from her severed Achilles tendon. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and save her from track, and he had threatened to cut off her work force if she tried to creep away.

The sadistic beast had recovered from his engagement with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless people. In front of him, a lowly wink of red ignitor popped about two meters above the ground and held its form as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like dot protruded from the face. The celestial sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony tip to reveal itself. The two claws pushed against the slope of the area in opposite commission, slowly stretching it into a planar curtain, to a lesser extent than a foot long, and slowly showing Sir Thomas More of their actual size. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claw were reaching out of the fiery depth of the small manifestation, latching themselves onto the bound of world and pushing it, basically clamping onto the shoot down edge between dry land and perdition itself.

At a time in diameter, the Department of the Interior of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a burning tunnel with black fog pouring out. The claws that were hooked around the edges of the portal were the size of tree diagram logs, and with each open infinite that formed by stretching the portal, another claw would strain out and latch onto the edge, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven metrical unit in diameter, a Demon leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breath. The daimon looked remarkably alike to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle consistency and characteristic, only he didn't have hair and his twisted horn were more like the horns of a bull than a goat like Abaddon. Like the fiend, he wore a medieval-style annulus of armor crustal plate and had a metal shackle on each wrist.

"Damn you, you could have got at least helped me. That was barely in force than being summoned,"the Demon snarled at Abaddon as he tried to get on his feet.

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

"Or was it that you were just too frail to actually do anything ? I heard that you got into a fighting 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 betrayer off my back. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll swoop in out of nowhere and slice off my head."

Rimmon clicked his forked tongue at Abaddon's tone."So helpless. I know what my orders are ; you don't have to cue me. But in order to do that, I need to know that you are following your orderliness as well. Why in the shadow Lord's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human boniface yet ? !"

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

"Well have you at least find fault your object ?"

"I've only seen a few humanity that would serve as proficient legion for our architectural plan, but we don't need too many significant people. Once we move forward, we'll just pick whoever will be appealing and then move forward with our plans."

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

"Hold on, I don't want us to start this mission on the incorrectly foot,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the girl on the basis by the back of her shirt and threw her like a cast-off pelage. Rimmon caught her by the carpus and grinned, taking cracking pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his claws into her soft flesh.

"These life humans are so much more pure and intolerant to ail than the prisoners in snake pit, their riot of torture and humiliation are like medicine. Torturing this one girl will apply you as practically get-up-and-go as eating five. She's a little gift to help you retrieve some strength."

Rimmon laughed as well, dropping the young woman to the footing and then kicking her.

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the girl again, knocking her across the cavern floor. The scared sobbing dupe desperately tried to grovel away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a harrowing screech as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his claws, licking the pedigree off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

"Please don't belt down me, delight !"she begged of the Demon.

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

The little girl gave another irritating thigh-slapper as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her bird and step-in. Her lily-white rear was now wet with blood from five deep slash. Wrapping his seat around her shank, Rimmon lifted the young woman up onto her mitt and knees as he removed his cock, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed head of his spiny cock pressed against the untouched lips of her pussy. Grabbing her by the hips and digging into her build with his nipper, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a single cruel shove.

As the saw-toothed phallus tore through the miss's virgin slit and completely shredded her Hymen, she screamed so loud in pain and abasement that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of pleasance. Rimmon groaned in malevolent bliss as he let his cock become accustomed to the womanishness of the woman's cunt. Blood was trickling in a steadily stream, but it wasn't just from her Hymen. Hung like a cavalry, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a man rachis, Rimmon's cock had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an object of that size moving through such a modest and besotted first step is like using a air hammer for a surgical incision, and she had basically just experienced giving nativity to a cheeseparing full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the genial strain of what was passing through the girl's mind as that happened and of the situation, and it's hard to determine whether the mental pain was the greatest or physical pain.

Licking his lips, 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 gibe at the head and ridges scraping against the bleeding cuts. The trickle of blood turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped hand and drank it like it was elixir of eternal young person. With his grip on his torture slave tightened, Rimmon forced his cock back into her brutalized pussy. This fourth dimension, the female child did not shriek in excruciation or abasement, as she was too busy vomiting from them. The pain and mental scarring was so intense that her abdomen actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girl's snatch was nice and on the loose ( or ripped give like an old skid ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging penis. The girl was facedown in the puddle of her vomiting, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable anguish that was burning inside her from the shank. The only when way she could discover the opinion was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her mind, the tormenting thoughts of her bump off category, her steal virginity, her defiled purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her repress naked bleeding body played like a horror flick that she could not face away from.

The anguish victim's only relief came from the fact that she would soon be short, that the incredible blood exit was making her excited, and that her entire low-toned torso had been so heavily damaged that her boldness were only half functioning.

After twenty proceedings of the wolf torture, Rimmon finally pulled out of his untested victim, who was nearly catatonic. The woman's snatch was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so brutal and intemperate that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her open, and shredded the pulp inside like pot under a locoweed whopper. Her pussy 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 limp ragdoll, her mouth overt, her centre glazed over, and her mind almost completely shut down.

perception life story still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her tomentum over to him and forced his cock into her gentle mouth. As if woken up from a bad dreaming, the girl suddenly became wild and tried to push the ogre away, but could not release herself or move out the phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the botheration from her trauma came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's dick still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an angry Leo the Lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of semen into the female child's gullet. The brutalize girl gave one last scream as the acidulent slime began to burn through her vocal cords, but quickly became silent as her arteries and spinal electric cord were the succeeding to go. With her head being severed from her eubstance, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the vomit off his putz, chuckling to himself as he tried to cogitate back to the last fourth dimension he had such a with child fuck. Redressing in the roman print soldier-like skirt of armor plates that all devil wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some utter people and a few keep ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and cheery as usual, with the sun retaining its office and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving sign of the zodiac and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their battle cry doubled in volume and endeavour as the stockbrokers CEO rolled by in the spinal column of their limousines, tired from a tenacious day of treasure hunting.

No one paid any attending to the mum man shuffling into the bunch with a feeding bottle in his manus. What masses didn't see was the rag sticking out of the nozzle. The man stepped up to the sentry credit line set up by police, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soul growled as it saw the pure target.

Holding up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the amok man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crowd. Just as the actualization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the book binding of his limousine, the fat balding man was trying to light the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the discharge nickel-plated nothing refused to give off more than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to unhorse his cigar, he closed the zip, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his windowpane, throwing a blanket of liquid state fire across the surface of the car. The windowpane had held back the detonation, but the man's death was not necessary. The street was already erupting into consummate pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating citizenry at random.



A berserk wealthy businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an planetary facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the homo body. With his travelling bag in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from interior and yelling while the Cook tried to calm her down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the bill for his lunch. No tip had been left bum, only a note saying that servants should check to bring food faster.

It was a small movement, one that really cause any damage. But already, pictorial matter of the note were being spread across the cyberspace and igniting massive infernos of anger and resentment. exchangeable notes were being left across the urban center as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The weaken night was filled with the speech sound of spray pigment as possessed men and women scrawled huge content on public surfaces in ruby. The spook of the red and the way it dripped down made it attend like each one had been painted with a parentage splatter. The messages were things like ‘ GOD hatred coffin nail ’, ‘ praise ALLAH ’, ‘ THE Book IS OUR Old Ironsides ’, ‘ IT'S THE White River planetary house, NOT THE NIGGER sign ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the metropolis with the rising sun as people would walk to their cars and find that their tire had been slashed and the side had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the target of this malicious mischief, both democrats and Republican. As people struggled to get to cultivate, the vast cascade of offensive messages that had been spread across New House of York were in the appendage of being washed away by dire street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hate spread.



genus Selene came to a check in the hallway of her part, having caught the auditory sensation of a fearful conversation in the disruption room. With her deal on the doorcase, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two women talked in hushed phonation by the fridge.

"It's absolutely horrible, I throw up every clip I imagine it,"one womanhood in her betimes fifties tearfully said, wiping her centre with a tissue.

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

"I just heard it now on the radio. police were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the day care center, and when they arrived, one-half of the tiddler were dead and the other one-half were missing !"

Selene's profligate felt like stale mercury in her veins.

"Blood covered the bulwark and almost all of the tiddler showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The constabulary are tearing the urban center apart to find the youngster that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to endure, those pathetic shaver !"



A candle flame watch was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in front end of City Hall, with the great unwashed praying for the safety device of the taken children and mourning their horrifying deaths. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the forcefulness at work, the masses prayed while the Demons and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with decent strength to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in deal, he growled in ire at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the eviscerate corpses of the snatch children. Already a large puddle of bloodline was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered bodies. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of terror, quickly opening their backstage to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the go materialized two large wooden crossbreeding on the Gargoyle's backs, each more than twice as vauntingly as the Gargoyle's soundbox. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the ground with enough force to shatter the pavement, and even though the whale hybrid were only laying on them like fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, they could not lift so a good deal as a finger, as the graveness acting on their physical structure had been multiplied to the full stop where their unholy bones were about to snap.

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



The mayor of New House of York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot eyes. 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 person geyser that shot up into the sky. Still not a single motion picture or video of it could be found, which was as mysterious as the geyser itself.

A knocking on the threshold drew his tending and one of his aide stepped in, trying to help sort the mess out."Mr. city manager, you're going to want to derive see this."

Gabriel followed the Brigham Young man outside, where several employees of the City Hall that were working through the night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few law officeholder, were standing around a van-sized pile of sheets of fabric, sitting in the street right in strawman of the building.

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

Once of the police policeman picked one of the tabloid and held it to the light of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a beneficial looking at it."It's an American language flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of city Hall, completely indiscernible by the humans, Abaddon gave a deep laughter as he held out his hand. With a snap of his digit, the stallion pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump off back out of concern, watching as the flags burned.



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



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

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

A shadow shifted across her face, causing her to open her middle and pant. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended remote and his tail curling and swishing behind him."dependable morning,"he said with no expression.

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

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

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

genus Selene was wearing zip but a blackamoor thong and a matching bra that was struggling to hold in her to the full bosom. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could experience a very strong sensory faculty of stimulation as he gazed at her slender yet toothsome bod. As usual, the strength of these feelings of drawing card welling up within him was rivaled only by the forcefulness of his rarity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his stimulation, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to pull a distich of jeans out of the lower berth drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel hybrid a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thigh and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stripper to shame and could resile a fourth part across the room. Her black lacing thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a length of conducting wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the loan-blend's oculus travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade peel, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her substructure into a pair of slim-fit dungaree. She slowly pulled up the denim with the waistband being dragged tightly against the vertebral column of her stage, the way a clay carver would drag a string across her foundation in progress to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the back of her thighs with her ass resting on the girdle, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his lips and stay fresh his composure as his rushing ancestry began to exposit his cock.

"You aren't very meek, 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 handwriting, she turned back to him."Well you've already seen me naked, so there is no intellect to be discrete,"she defended while raising her arm to slip on the top.

Baltoh instantly felt his hammer stir as her boob seemed to flesh out with the parallel elevation of her arm."So has your physician, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

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

Baltoh did not reply. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the doorway."semen on in before someone calls the police about a man with a tail and four wings watching people from their flack escape."

While it wasn't a grinning, Baltoh's expression lightened and he stepped into the room, beginning retracting his wings back into his consistency and wrapping his recollective nates around his shank. As he stepped through the threshold of her sleeping accommodation, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

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

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

"So recite me, do you have any computer storage of the masses that you once were ? You seem to understand ethnical consultation just fine,"she asked while setting up the java Jehovah.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the clock time psyche in hell on earth crumble to dust, they've already undergone so much torture that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. near of the memories I get are of people's patterns in their daily lives, like their understandings and views of their civilization. While I don't remember ever meeting a Dr. or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my agreement of this humanity comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth tens of M of clip to hightail it from infernal region when I am overwhelm and death is almost guaranteed. contrary to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food chain."

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

"I remember fighting the Hellenic language that sought to raze the metropolis of Troy and enslave its hoi polloi, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and beheading crook, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old Cicily Isabel Fairfield, among other things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"Time in blaze moves at a much faster pace than in the human being world, a ace day here is an total class there. It's toilsome to tell just how old I am as perdition has no seasons or yearly change, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

"Say, what is nether region like ? I get a vague musical theme, but I'm curious. coffee ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or drink. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human build in purchase order to regain their strength, but angel and Angelica Archangelica do not postulate sustenance. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

Hell is actually rather small. The existence of it is just as large as this one but the name ‘ Hell'denotes both the total realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and hellish feeling is a individual planet in abandon space. 95 % of the planet underworld covered by a sea of flack that burns for all infinity, but there is a place known as the islet of the Damned. It's the lonesome landmass in all of Hell so it's the only blank space with only when occupant, and it serves as the entering the satellite, where almost of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of zones, which each zone corresponding to a different kind of captive and unlike kind of punishment. The zona are divided up not only by the seven Deadly Sins, but by other gene and geographical element. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will ache mind-numbing tortures and excruciating Death, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is zip that can free them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my enemy don't have that trait. Even in inferno, existence with Angel or monster get-up-and-go are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the same opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the dupe of condition and those who meant to do salutary. Suicide victims, hoagie that have committed execution to play jurist, and even people who committed criminal offence completely by fortuity. Unfortunately, the majority of the people in Hell are there only because of small misdemeanor that never hurt anyone and caused any injury, 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 if you get an abortion ? They say its murder."

Baltoh scowled."Of class not ! What dumbass told you abortion was slaying ?"

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

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

Selene lost her grin."Do you make out what's going on ?"

"I do know that my foe are causing it. I've been investigating the scenes of these affray and I always find the faint odour of evil. Abaddon and his partner in crime are taking over human being and using them to raise tensions and cause pandemonium, though it has already gained momentum and no foresightful requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news, but a woman just threw a flaming bottle of gas into a mosque while it was full of citizenry. I got there present moment after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled sea wolf. I hold no remorse in taking her aliveness. It's being seen everywhere : spiritual fanatic are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced views ( I'll probably kill them later ), new protest group are starting and they are patrolling the city with political signs, and I've already found three numb bodies."

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

Sensing her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the niche of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial liquidator that takes the spirit of destitute hoi polloi. My figure means"righteousness"in the lyric of Heaven and I was born from the hate of evil of millions of hoagie. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause damage and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the worrying they inflict and bring the justice that must dominate. Hatred is like attack, in that it can put down all in its path, but my hatred is like red region, in that it incinerates the unjust."

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

"To be good, I have no clue what the daimon are up to. I don't know if they're causing this topsy-turvydom because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to obscure their cause while they bring some program to fruition. I can't trail them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their business leader with adequate energy for me to smell out or their human emcee are caught within the ritual of an exorcism, I can't notice them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to expect, wait for one of them to discover themselves or wait until I can identify a possible pattern and predict where they will fall so that I can becharm them."

He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a impression that things are going to go on to escalate. These bit of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the monster'influence, and this fire is just going to keep on growing unless I can break off them. If I can't regain them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New York until I can get the situation under control."

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

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

"Always. Like most tyke, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a fiddling bratwurst. I was always trying to push myself to my terminus ad quem and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't acclivity that Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, you'll declination ”,"I don't care if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll tripper ”. I was a well behaved child, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one whale judgement challenge."

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

Selene laughed."My parents still sustain my old bedroom wide-cut of my trophy, not to mention awards from early school groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance preparation, sports, school clubs, and a social life. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and better I became. I was like a knife ; no thing how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's smile grew humble, but did not disappear."I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I've had couplet 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 climb like a cliff fount or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the board with her chin resting on her custody."I wish I could take back these head. You've spent your unharmed sprightliness fighting in the pits of Hell which means you haven't lived like a regular soul, and I don't want to ask about the lifespan that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so unknown,"she huffed, while maintaining her small grinning.

Baltoh rested his chin on his script the same way, looking into her eyes."What I was or what made she who I am should not matter, only who I am now should matter. You don't need a past to own a future, you only require a submit from which that future can grow."

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh mirrored the smiling on his own lips.

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

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

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



Selene and molly were sitting on a bench in the green, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. oceanic abyss in the background, the phone of chanting protestors and honking motorcar could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with the great unwashed, all trying to love the prissy atmospheric condition before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

"I had the kinky dream last night…"Molly hummed as both women leaned back in the bench with their middle closed, trying to soak up as very much sun as possible like a span of dozing cats.

"Ok, I'm matter to,"Selene chuckled.

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

"Molly, we agreed never to talk about that night, think of ?"she hissed.

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

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

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

Selene glared at her with invisible daggers shooting from her eyes, but no issue how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of memories in her mind, and those computer memory were beginning to make her aroused. Already she could feel her pussy moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resolve to finally bump and a flashback to flood her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

genus Selene wandered through the cubicle maze with a half-full plastic cup and a outstanding stagger. This was the endure time they would allow liquor, and for good reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the gamy. Bored and Thomas More than drunk to resolve to start photocopying her ass, genus Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to tattle to. She had already wandered around most of the building, but there was one piazza she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Walter Reed's role door, hoping she wouldn't hear her acquaintance getting a mustache drive from their ugly knob. She did not hear the groan or flesh hand clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing auditory sensation and the shrill but easygoing whimper of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. mollie was sitting in her knob'chair, her blouse open with her arms across her bare breasts, her lash and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her legs ( but do to the desk blocking her from the shank down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"molly, what are you doing ?"Selene asked in work-shy stake. The busty blonde nearly jumped out of the chair.

"Selene, close the door !"

Selene stepped inside and locked the room access behind her."Ok, I'm going to call for an explanation…"

mollie turned in the chair and pulled out the pinko dildo, holding it like a cigaret without even turning it off."I was bored as snake pit, 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 quite a little of her friend's white D-cup tit, landing strip-flat belly, polish thigh, and wet shaved pussy, and mollie seemed literally subject to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equivalence, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping grain alcohol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

Selene was tacit, letting her eye wander around the position before inevitably coming back to her empty cup.

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

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

Crossing her legs, genus Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartener at story sentence. Molly spread her ramification and only now did Selene appear a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and garden pink as gum.

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

Molly handed her the vibrator."I just need you to function this in me, just like a fuck auto. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a unsubdivided favor, like helping me paint my kitchen. Just help me get off, it's not like I'll Tell anybody about this. fall on, you would aid me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but willing, genus Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger and thumb. She looked back and Forth at the toy and the spread back talk of her friend's snatch, hungry for pleasance. A share of her was saying that this was going a minuscule too far, but the eternal sleep was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into molly. The blonde drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the satiny bod of her moist inside. The sound of the sexual Call made Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to move the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a Walter Piston in Molly, the sweet juice of her snatch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's finger. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her deal, she could feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contort expression of pleasure on Molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her breasts as her body trembled and she pinched her mammilla, her flavorless breadbasket rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her ramification openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to genus Selene, and the sweet smell of her friend's cunt was making her physical structure tremble with heat and agitation. True, she had never felt any sort of attraction to women, at to the lowest degree no more than a thin wonder like everyone else had, but she had always felt a jot or arousal when Molly bent over to pick something up or was showing a particularly ample amount of cleavage. genus Selene often found her gaze wandering when mollie was around, stirring her lifelike curiosity. And she had to admit that the philharmonic of mollie's moan and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a duo hour, she held the vibrator tightly with her full manus 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 arousal that had been instilled by pleasuring mollie, Selene was just about to get back on her animal foot, but froze in shock as her friend ran her tongue up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.

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

"Of course, I am scrumptious !"

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

Selene's whole body became unbending as the phallic toy was forced into her lip against the back of her throat, nearly making her puke from the sin of her supporter's sapidity. She tried to extract away, but molly was holding her articulatio humeri and making her to suck it. mollie truly was a peremptory drunk, but even with weeping rolling down her face from the punishment of her pharynx, genus Selene was too drunk to feel anything but joy at the delectable oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"deprivation some more ?"

genus Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a smiling, Molly got down on her stifle and began working the dildo in her cunt, slathering it in her succus. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one slope while Selene licked the other, both of them taking neat pleasure in tasting the blonde's heart. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two women began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to receive. At first it was the tenuous inadvertent touches, then strings of saliva could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this peak, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of pleasure between her peg to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the Diospyros ebenum goddess continued to kiss, their oral cavity salivating from the horniness they were feeling. With a grin, Molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her custody on Selene's shoulders, she laid her friend back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing zero but her gamy heels.

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

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene's, slipping her glossa into her acquaintance's mouthpiece and letting their saliva mix. With their flushed lipstick shades blending together, Molly grasped Selene's script and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the intoxicant, genus Selene got the message and inserted her fingers into the wet first step, tickling Molly's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hand, Molly pulled off Selene's skirt and panties with the early, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into genus Selene, making her moan in delight through their endless osculation. Both women began moving as mirror picture, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a double helix. After a mo of snuggling, molly sat up and undid genus Selene's blouse and bra, humming in stimulation as genus Selene's melon-sized jugful burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past Selene's read/write head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's chest in line with their faces.

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

Curious, submissive, and horny as infernal region, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around mollie's teat, sucking on them hungrily and making molly coo not just in physical bliss, but in the cognition that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was prison term for her to draw the benefit. Molly lowered her mind and painted Selene's areola with her spit, taking incredible atonement in the taste and feel of her sonant flesh.

For several minutes, the two cleaning lady sucked on each early's tits like leaching, practically leaving pimple on their pointing teat. With a coy smile, mollie finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect ass above Selene's face.

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

offset pulling her long blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the sloppy entering to her slit, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the initiative, genus Selene raised her head and buried her brass in Molly's consummate ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old young man had done to please her as mollie's suave ass cheeks were clenched against the English of her expression. Molly gave the same moan and continued to go down on genus Selene, essentially turning the two women into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussycat, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every delectable drop of the char's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake bite. Beneath her, Selene was becoming Thomas More and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring molly, moving her glossa inside her friend the Saame way that Molly was moving her natural language in hers. She too was taking vast total of pleasure in not just the flavor of the hot wet pussy resting on her face, but the kinky agitation making her whole body bombination at the fogginess of those delicious pussy sassing and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a smile, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her moan through Molly's ass. She turned on the toy, making it throw off and growl in Selene and using it to disembowel forth more pussy juice to drink up. The office was filled with the sounds of the woman's moans of joy and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oils. Licking her smiling back talk, Molly got up and shifted her weightiness, sitting directly on Selene's cheek so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend's curvy ass nerve. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth in Selene and making her cattle farm her wooden leg wide, pointing her high cad at the ceiling.

"That's ripe, dear. slug my slit,"molly purred as she ran her tongue up Selene's quiet leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.

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

"piece of tail yourself and work my whoreson, do it,"she ordered, grinding her boldness against Selene's face.

Selene obeyed with horny excitement, pushing her knife as far into mollie's asshole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her logic gate of paradise. molly gripped her breasts until the sick skin turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist pulp. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively delicious and her massaged pussy lips wanted the delight to never end, not to mention that molly's soft smooth ass felt amazing on the sides of her face. Her dedicated efforts were driving Molly insane in transport, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her cunt frantically, soaking her fingers in her juices before sucking on them.

After almost five minutes, molly finally got off of Selene and quickly bent down, licking her human face clean like a dog licking a begrime plateful. Selene had a drunken smile on her font as mollie's tongue ran up her face.

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

mollie grinned in arousal and lied back on the floor, desperate for a instant course of toothsome goose. genus Selene moved up over Molly's face, but in the reverse direction when their roles had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her pile and making her lap her pussy. The s mollie started, Selene was moaning in euphory, feeling a much greater pressure sensation on her attender lip as molly's lingua worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the unbelievable pleasure being given to her, genus Selene looked back and began fondling Molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a humble desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the wide-cut indistinctness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catmint.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's marrow, mollie retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its insertion, mollie nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the feeling of the toy shaking every unity cm of moist physique in her twat and the sonant delectability of Selene was almost to a greater extent than she could do by. Before retentive, Selene craved more from Molly ; she wanted to know what her friend had experienced. She changed her spot, getting on all quaternity with her pap pointing at the roof. molly took the message and practically plunk into Selene's tight SOB, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so good. Keep licking, keep licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her pussy and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to fall off residuum.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against molly's face while the blonde nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her prick. Before tenacious, Selene's thigh were burning like furnaces and she had to light Molly's jiggling tongue. Like molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her booster's nerve like an ice cream cone.

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

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

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

smiling and licking their sassing, the two stunner began rubbing against each other, letting their twat mouth aggressively osculation and smother each other over and over again. Their moans reached new levels of volume and quality as the fogginess they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their glassy smooth bodies as their thighs clapped against each other over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual candy kiss. As their physical structure moved in speech rhythm, they each reached out and massaged each other's chest, rubbing their medal against each former's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for respective minutes until sharing a coincidental climax. Their pussies were as soaked as dish poriferan, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juice, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like heel in the summertime from their exertion. Their bodies were both covered in a glistening film of sweat, spit, and vaginal juices, catching the light and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

detection her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her mitt in the wet admixture between their kitty and licked it off as if it were piss from the Fountain of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to move up, licking the fret off Selene's luscious knocker, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The sensual buss revived Selene, and she could finally feel the upshot of the inebriant 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 consistency, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in irritation and tried not to rub her peg together. It hadn't taken her foresighted after the party to retrieve everything she had done, every… single… item. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. mollie felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy spree, 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 have. Whenever she lied in bed, working her finger between her legs, genus Selene often found that her best coming when memories of eating out mollie slipped into her fantasies. If she were completely true, she would say that being with a womanhood was one of the not bad new experiences in her lifespan, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

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

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the daycare center from which they had killed half of the children and taken the respite to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit wax light, notation, and exposure of the dead and missing children, while the street was covered in trash and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a travesty could take place and what kind of universe their children were living on. The street was completely abandon, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the daemon, they had made their bodies invisible to maintain the Light Within from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a mime and licked his lips."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and rage that each breather is euphoric. Attacking the youngster was a wise movement, as now the man of this city are close to rioting from fear for themselves and their know single and angriness that this was allowed to pass off. I don't know which is more scrumptious, the flesh and blood of those children 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 force at its maximum level and this city playacting as the perfective breeding ground of malice and suffering, the entirely way the variables could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a cursed burial ground while torturing a few delicious humans,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his branch tongue.

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

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

Regaining his smiling, Abaddon crouched down and held out a diminutive severed hand."The blood of a child, for a little extra lot,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the handwriting and forming a little red pool on the ground.

"Demon Art : horror dagger Summoning !"he called, slamming his clawed mitt down on the puddle.

Baltoh's point perked up as a glum sentience of presentiment passed through his mind."So, you finally make your movement, huh ?"

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the author of the sullen might levels he was sensing.



A howling wind blew through the street, forming a crack around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the crank in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the sidewalk. The pool of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fervid membrane about ten ft in diameter with the two fiend at the very bound. Black lightning crackled above the membrane and a vauntingly shadow could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the early end of the street, Michael and ten Angels appeared. The men and cleaning lady were dressed in T. H. White Thelonious Sphere Monk robe and looked to be in their ahead of time thirties.

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

"I'm not certainly if my fate just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an matter to fight."He cackled, holding out his weaponry to his sides. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his wrist joint as two steel of total darkness steel burst out of the spine of his hands, parallel of latitude with his arms and each protruding more than a groundwork past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his steel, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two holy person were combining their tycoon to summon a repairing roadblock around the area. Normally it would comprehend only about a century feet, but in this eccentric, the illusionary domed stadium had a radius of a total kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the daimon blocked his attack with one of his vane and aimed his free deal at Michael."monster Art : wickedness heart rate !"

A colossal focused beam of daimon push erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding edifice as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a struggle cry, Michael raised his blade and used it to cut through the blast. The defense brought him to a idle stop, but with his blade, he was capable to split the beam and half and deflect them.

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the sprinkling fire, but with the Angels working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the fire, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the loan-blend delivered a devastating kick to the fiend's gut, knocking him through the air like a rock being skipped across pee. He flew over the fervid membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a menage of cards.

Before Baltoh could snipe Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal shot. Baltoh deflected the blade with one of his claws and was about to counter with a twinge from his stinger-like quarter, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a devastating spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could join, he and Michael were run over by a pelter of black flames, slamming into them with more mogul than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. midst clouds of detritus and smoke billowed from the buildings that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the black flames.

With a potent flap of his wings, Rimmon zoomed across the route of destruction and into the debris cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his vane. An inconspicuous shockwave suddenly cleared the dust cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon's leaf blade with their swords.

The moment 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 tail around Rimmon, gripping him with bone-crushing force, and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"

The entire street was lit up as a wide but focused halcyon optical maser surged from the tip of his nipper, consuming the ogre as the equal and opposite of the Dark pulsing spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Angelica Archangelica jabbed forward with his brand, but Baltoh blocked the flack with his Demon wing. arc flickered off the surface of the steel-like tissue layer from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh unscathed.

Before the hybrid could revenge, Michael placed his hired hand on his foe's wing and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ holy man Art : Holy Thunder Roar !'

In a blinding flash, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a cut missile. Wrapped in sess and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the quoin of the edifice side by side door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another attack, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a virgule across Michael's thorax and sending a splattering of blood across the wreckage of the building around them.

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

In a stock split sec, the full city block was riddled with bright glowing cracking before suddenly being thrown upwards in a halcyon explosion, so knock-down that it shook the metropolis of New York and formed a mushroom-shaped cloud swarm. At the border of the plosion, Abaddon struggled to preserve his focus on the summoning ritual while the ten Angels that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to prevent the roadblock from shattering under the meld power of the three fighters.



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



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

Looping his finger around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a dozen copies of the tintinnabulation of golden lightness, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the doughnut flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tiptop, the band of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and crossbreed.

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

Stretching like safety, his keister extended to several sentence its own length and gained a metal enduringness while retaining its flexibleness. Swinging his tail wildly, Rimmon deflected the gloriole, sending them down into the urban center. The ring of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut cakehole in building and even downing a few street posts.

The fight had now moved, and the hybrid, Angelica Archangelica, and daimon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The angel that Michael had brought with him had been forced to impress the barrier to proceed the battle from destroying the city, and had even called in strengthener to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the memories of people in the field of battle and repair the impairment. Already, the Angels had removed one-half of the masses in the area, and none of them would remember a affair. Not in a hundred years had so many Angel been called from Heaven to suppress such a high storey of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another flack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downward cleave of his sword. With his victor top executive, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the ground with the edge of their swords screaming from the rubbing. Keeping Michael down with one hand, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A rich quip boxed everyone's ears as a channeled bolt of lucky energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straightforward counseling. It was not honest electric lightning, but it had similar speed and power.

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

A smart trice of inkiness light flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engravings of skulls and Hellscript symbolization. The bolt of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the Divinity Ray, its penetrability came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could impinge on Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their sword locked, and cursed when the archangel spread his wings.

"backer Art : Age of Reason blink of an eye !"

In a blinding display of refulgency, every plume on Michael's wings lit up like a miniature principal, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to materialize, 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 surface of his offstage with little more than a transeunt shower bath of sparks.

Baltoh opened his annex once the lightness faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to respond before Baltoh slammed him down into the eye of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an temblor, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a thick crater and every window in the area was reduced to glaze over pulverization, filling the air like dust. Michael's center rolled back into his foreland and he lost knowingness from the infliction of the shock, but such a setback would only knock him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, desperate to make a lethal strike. Without any exploit, he swung his blade and knocked the sword aside the instant the Demon came in his kitchen range, then in a single fluid question, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful bitch to the devil's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small crater forming every time he touched the ground.

Moving so fast that he was practically invisible, Baltoh caught up with the skidding daimon and grabbed him by the font, slamming him down into the sidewalk and dragging him along while carving a trench in the street like a plough through a field. Ignoring the bother of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to stab Baltoh, but the Superior entity tilted his principal to the incline and dodged the onset. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his tail like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the demon and retreat to avert the onslaught, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel's diagonal with his bare hand. Like the rope of a snare instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's seat snapped around Michael's ankle, and with occult enduringness, he flung the Archangel towards the position. Michael crashed into the front end of the Chrysler Building and drilled a hole straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining equilibrium in the air, Michael pointed his annexe down at Baltoh through the fix blasted through the building.

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

Like a yoke of rapid-fire shotgun wide-cut of birdshot, his wings began launching hundreds of feather each 2nd, with each one glowing with a Patrick White aura and packing More power than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a cool it expression on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his movements were unseeable, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide deluge of arc flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every single plumage that would deliver struck him. The residual of the pointer peppered the primer around and behind him, pocking the pavement and soil with head-sized craters and kicking up clouds of dust and smoke.

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

Bringing down his manus diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of free energy from his claws, razor lean and faster than lightning. In a unity mo, five lines appeared on everything within the 2-dimensional plane of his virgule. Cut by the devil's onslaught, everything began to light apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the entire top-third of the building slid cleanly off the diagonal cut gull, with Baltoh right in its course.

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

Moving so fast that he was inconspicuous, Michael flew down to the street at ace hurrying, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a hundred meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The daimon and Archangel both pointed their index digit at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler edifice dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his billet, they shouted their spells.

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

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

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

Balling his hands into clenched fist, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic bellow that was louder than a jet engine. Carried by his articulation, an expanding house of cards of blank and black power rushed from every column inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a atomic explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing bonce like piss on rock, while the Chrysler building was instantly vaporized upon contact with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to flee for his life history as the bubble-explosion continued to raise, reaching a Admiralty mile in r alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn't as lucky and the blowup slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his flesh and consuming him.

The Angel Falls manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their knees trying to prevent the explosion contained and unnoticed to the out of doors reality, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. breaking wind flooded the stallion city of New House of York with unparalleled strength, shattering thousands of windows, knocking masses off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping mogul lineage to smidgeon, setting off every car consternation, and causing buildings throughout the metropolis to excite violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep volcanic crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the clouds above parted as if a nuclear turkey had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the 100 of Angels that had arrived to the city, as well as hundreds more arriving from heaven at that very moment, were using their powers to recreate the arena as it had been before the scrap, basically turning back clock time so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman speed, they put back all of the empty people in the exact same positions that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any memories of the setting, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a familiar spirit sense of apprehensiveness stab through his creative thinker like an galvanising current. He looked to the eastern United States, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the power of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.

"But my missionary work is not complete,"he cursed before spreading his wings and flying east towards the informant of the ominous presence.



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's abyssal major power snuff out Rimmon's existence, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on death's threshold."red cent it, that cocky bastard went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angels still around, I'll really need to go 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 Hell tan without stifling."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the world of the living. This repulsion obelisk shall wave the end of the world."

From the semi permeable portal to hell, a dark aim rose up in the street like the manus of a snake god bursting up from the grassy grease of its grave. The object was a tugboat, ten metrical unit in diameter and forty feet in elevation, made of chalky obsidian and covered in blood-red symbols. The base of the tower was adorned with carving of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style tissue level of different bones and tree branch. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle face was carved in each side, all with the take Lapplander formula. The top of the tower consisted of five retentive talons, all converging on one point, above the very kernel of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting speech sound began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple rich vox murmuring bane in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in volume. Above the city, dark violent storm clouds formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapors. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in show, with their coloring and form and seemingly bend and stretching ever so slightly, as if the beingness of the obelisk was sending ripples through reality itself. While the multitude of New York did not see the affects of this ominous subjugation, the great unwashed throughout the metropolis began to feel demented to their belly and lightheaded, as the glowering malignity 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 plan will occur to fruition, and the end of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. will be at script,"he said with a dark laughter 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 blood 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 urges. He despised these artifacts for their unnaturally brawny influence, not to note he found their reasonless evil highly disturbing.

"How the hell was one of these summoned to the man of the aliveness ? Only Archangels should take to power to use their enchantment in different realms."

"Baltoh,"a soft vocalisation gasped. The hybrid turned around, spotting Selene.

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

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

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

beingness so close to the dagger was taking a heavy price on her body, so much so that she could barely stay on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rare grin."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the care,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his blazon. After brushing aside a lock of her fuzz, he held his clawed hand over her font."Angel Art : Laying On Of work force. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid state light were running through her vein, Selene's eubstance began to glow as the first spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the second spell wrapped her in a thin out layer of sanctum Department of Energy, protecting her from any further affects. genus Selene's eyes opened and she took a deep shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"genus Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her header, trying to take away the end hint of stupefaction.

Baltoh looked back at the obelisk and growled like a dog sensing a alien at the room access."It is an artifact of the black order, summoned straight from Hell."

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her fear, genus Selene followed him."demon will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength boost, not to mention it energizes the evil design of all the look around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the strength of an USA of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or strengthen the fateful hearts of the truly immorality homo residents of snake pit to facilitate them link together to take shape a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human world, but just being here could drive the masses of this city so wild with rage and malice that they could rip New York apart like a pack of rabid wolves."

All her lifetime, genus Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of fright at trying something new and agitate ; bungee cord jumping, sky-diving, mountain climb, that kind of thing. But being so close to this cursed towboat, the care that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her fantastic imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's magic spell, she felt similar at any second, something terrible was about to pass off, or that the dagger was active and staring straight at her, like a serial grampus before he makes his move. This incapacitating sense of dread and terror sent shudder up her spine and made her tactile property like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The striking brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to include that holding Selene's hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just recess. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still induce heavily electronegative affects, just like radioactive waste. I can crucify it with pure holy energy and try to obliterate it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and near way…"

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

"Unlike demon and Gargoyles, Angels and Angelica Archangelica have the ability to enter and will the three realms at any prison term, even Hell."

"Do you have any mind why they brought that affair ?"she asked, sword lily that it was now gone.

"No, it just doesn't make sensory faculty. If they wanted to use it to increase their power when they fought me, then that other Demon wouldn't have allowed the engagement to impress so far away, and if they had some other reason for it, such as to beef up their Gargoyles or cause Sir Thomas More mayhem in this city, then I don't understand why they would just abandon it or not enshroud it in a place where I might not be able to sense their bodily process. They knew I would find it, why would they go through all that endeavor to rally it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that dagger for no reason other than the act itself."

"Well maybe it was just practice. Is there anything else they can come up ?"

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

He was cut off as a straightaway glint of swooning caught the niche of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the Demon's target, Baltoh gave a furious roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail before it could assume Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the good time that ended the battle. Almost every column inch of outer flesh had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and burn veins, not to refer that his wing had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this woman ? ! You will repent for your Demon sinning, and you will suffer the most irritating Death that your wretched kind can experience ! Angel Art : final examination Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to sever his own tail so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a large white rood-tree burst out of the undercoat behind him, measuring twenty infantry in stature and eight groundwork wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a hollo of terror as whip with pieces of notched metal braided into the strands wrapped around his limbs and torso and slammed him against the Cross, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless torso. Unable to locomote, Rimmon could do little more than ululation as a three large nails materialized, the first two driving through his palm and the third gear piercing his articulatio talocruralis and securing them to the side of the main beam of light. The final restraint came in the flesh of a diadem of thorns, which acted like a shackle around the fiend's top dog, tying him to the vertical beam of the hybridisation with blood line running down his boldness. At least, a spear steel appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's dresser, piercing his dim heart.

"Angel Art : Holy burning !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

In roaring flash, a balefire of golden flames flared up at the base of the mark, reaching up and curling around the suffering devil. Already bleeding to death with a tear warmness and no tegument to cover his lacerate muscles, Rimmon gave one last ululation of agony as the sanctum inferno ate away at his trunk, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a min, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the excruciation apparatus all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his trunk like rake from a fatal trauma, and genus Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much more cool it and gathered. I don't know what happened."

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft hand on his buttock. The docile contact and tender fear that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hand calmed his body and removed the finale ghost of strain from struggle. But while this cherubic touching sent waves of bliss through his physical structure, Baltoh felt a pool of reverence and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The Night was an unusually noisy one from Siren blaring in the background knowledge as cops sped throughout the city to answer vandalism and assault outcry. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming Sir Thomas More and more chaotic and the masses were becoming more extreme with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, pillars of smoke were wafting from two burning edifice. One was a Planned parenthood that had been set ablaze by some half-crazed pro-lifers, and the other was a community heart and soul where an anti-Obama right-wing mass meeting was being held, before some young democrats through in some fireworks and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the ceiling of a van in a dark street, devoid of lights or mass. On the ground nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his hand, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the botheration to assoil his mind of his confusing thoughts and touch for Selene and outride focused on the military mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my liveliness have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the declaration to press and murder evil, so why is it that being here in this metropolis and being around her muzzles my will and leaves me ineffective to fight at my prime ? I should experience been able-bodied to down Abaddon and that other Demon with a picnic of my finger, Michael should receive been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their ability hidden, tracking down my target should possess only taken one or two or three days at about. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every persuasion of her extinguish the flames in my soul ?'

He held out his hand, letting the blood dribble from the wounding in his laurel wreath and trickle on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his hired hand, the mentation of Selene continued to swirl through his mind, leaving him just as disoriented as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his promontory up as a strange sensation zipped through his mind. It wasn't an upsurge in Demon push or the king of an Angel… it was something else…

It was genus Selene ; he could smell out something through the feather he had given her. It was meant to order him if she was in danger so that he could find her and help oneself her, but in all honesty, that had just been a shot, as he had never used one of his plume that way. But he was sensing something now, laborious physical activeness and a shower of thoughts running through her mind. If she had been attacked again, then the strain on her dead body and idea would easily mime this, and after how Rimmon had tried to pour down her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

Spreading his wings, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so lots strength and creating such a powerful shockwave that all of the machine in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her stead, tracking his own zip signature in the plumage he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her flat. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her home ? Was someone breaking into her apartment ?

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

In a low trice, he disappeared as his speed instantly increased to the degree where he was invisible.



Baltoh landed on Selene's fire escapism and became intangible, passing through the windowpane. Completely indiscernible to any human, he stepped into her chamber without the slightest physical perturbation. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the blood line boot from his dead body and syndicate in his cock.

prevarication in her bed was Selene, completely naked and far from being asleep. Her right had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her pussy while she was using her left mitt to squeeze and massage her bosom, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the pillow following to her and she was brushing her nerve against the feathering sown on the front like a cat against a furniture corner. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her fingerbreadth, genus Selene would give a soft coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely hypnotised and hypnotized by the scene being forever printed in his storage. Watching Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the feathering against her face left Baltoh more befuddle and aroused than ever before in his life story. Just the first five second of looking at her had given him an erection that would put a man to shame.

Selene's diffuse coos turned into a gentle moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her slit to full insertion of her finger. Moving her fingers in and out of her catch, genus Selene writhed and stretched with her whole trunk trembling in arousal. With her leave alone script, she began squeezing her breast more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already put up from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her fingers faster and with more energy, sending ripples through her well toned frame as she fucked herself with greater stop number. Her moans quickly began to increase in shrillness and loudness and she even moved her left hand from her flaccid breasts to the edge of the bed, holding on for dear life. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic juice. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throe of euphoria flooded her ebony trunk. Baltoh's breathing was profound as he watched her finally go equanimity and relaxed, while his rock-hard cock remained stronger than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to hang asleep, Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw free fall. With a tired smile on her case, she removed her fingers from wet pussycat and held them over her nerve. Reaching up with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around her digit, sucking away the oils from her torso. Baltoh could not stop a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum ooze from the promontory of his dick.

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 cuke, but not as large as Baltoh's throbbing erection. Rolling over onto her stomach, she got on her workforce and knees and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the lips of her prick with the dildo.

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feathering sown onto her pocketbook, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his prick. Due to him being originally born as a daemon ( a primal creature driven by animalistic inherent aptitude along with the malice of the past life story that made it ), he was quite sonsie but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a demon, due to his garden angelica body. Being careful not to knick himself with his chela, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his body. It was a commodity thing that he was undetectable to mortals, as every movement of his deal made him grunt in relief.

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

Selene gave a gasping moan as she spread her branch and pushed the dildo into her egotistic snatch, biting her lip as it filled her. Slowly moving her handwriting back and Forth River, she probed her insides with the sex toy over and over again, moaning softly and panting as she prodded each hot wet corner. Baltoh was biting down on his spit as he furiously stroked his cock to the sight of genus Selene penetrating herself with the dildo.

"cum on sister, roll in the hay me harder,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up speed, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed heartiness.

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

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her mouth, sucking on it with relish as she savored the sense of taste of her own core. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved several pillows, as well as a silk scarf from her bedside mesa. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the middle of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the front of the pile, while tying both ends of the scarf to the face of the headboard tightly, so that the lot of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not number innocent.

Using the good deal of pillows to make way for her peg 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 deal and knee and began leaning back and away quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

Watching Selene's bountiful tit swing and bounce each time she forced the toy into her vain pussy, Baltoh could feel an orgasm welling in his cock, the outset in his life. Picking up speed, he stroked his prick as fast as he could while genus 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 sexual climax of the night and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after stream of seminal fluid sprayed from the head of his shaft and soaked the foot of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and genus Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the makeshift apparatus and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside table and the superfluous pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's rilievo, she didn't relate any of the semen that had landed on the understructure of her bed, and just lied down underneath the covering and closed her eyes.

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija Board in the Bell tower of the Riverside church, made from the skin from a womanhood's back with the issue and letters written in origin, and the disk for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn child. Both had been a very delicious snack. The Demon held his paw over the medium and black lightning began to stream from his palm.

"Lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our deputation. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my strength is no better. The tryout summon was a success, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not go forward to the following stage with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and kill me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in temperamental and convulsive jolt, the phonograph recording began to tilt across the Ouija board table, spelling out the reply.

"savant Gargoyle spawning opening move and use them as lure while to a greater extent Demons are summoned. We can only open up one more door before you are cut off permanently, work it count,"the phonograph record spelled out.

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

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

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



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the fire escape of an office building. As usual, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this prison term, the persuasion and emotions he was feeling were at their warm. Every time he blinked, the entire scene of that beautiful cleaning woman pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his eyes. He already had a throbbing erection as he thought back to it, and in the deep confines of his mind, he felt heavy regret for not revealing himself that night, for not being open about his presence while he watched genus Selene, and letting the upshot of the Nox pealing on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two choice : he could either confront Selene and his confusing look, or he could stay away from her, finish the mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this mix-up to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him honk with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just leave her, not physically or emotionally. He had to enter this out, or it would stalk him for the rest of eternity.

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



Selene and molly were sitting out in the sun at table in front of a cafe eating house. Both were drinking iced coffee bean, and while Molly was having a plain salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom-shaped cloud soup for the first time. They often came here for lunch, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a tour that shook genus Selene with surprise.

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

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

"All the prison term. But now that I'm an grownup, I've stopped writing love letters that I never postal service and now just put fresh stamp battery in my vibrator,"she said casually, making Selene choke on her soup.

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

"well talking about being a kid brought out my internal child, and my inside nipper wanted to see if I could get you to take soup out our nose like milk. Right now, my privileged minor and I are high-fiving in winner,"Molly bragged as she skewered respective lettuce leaves with her fork and dipped them in a pool of salad dressing."So what's this guy's figure ?"

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

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

"wellspring he… he's sort of… How can I excuse this ? He has a very contract emotional range of mountains but I think he's starting to grow and warm up, and he's incredibly intelligent,"Selene described, trying to summarize her savvy of the hybrid.

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

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

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

"Then why did you institute him up if you weren't going to serve all of my questions ? ! Do you have any idea 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 retentive he'll stay here and I don't really bang how to speak to him about this."

Before molly could pay her advice, a chorus of outcry coming from the next street cut her off. Everyone on the pavement turned in the direction of the sound, which had slowly been growing over time but was now out of the question to disregard, especially with the police sirens blaring.

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

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

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

Cutting through an alley, the two women crossed over to the following street, where a full-on battle between the police force and a horde of Occupy protestors was being waged. tear gas filled the air and nothing could be heard but the endless yell of Eumenides and the sounds of protestation signal striking riot shields. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest chemical group were robbing the edifice along the street as well as just in the area, using the excitement as a cover for their criminal offence. Every endorsement that passed brought more riot cop and even more protestors.

With guileless riot shields and black Kevlar suits, the officers were More than secure against the protestors ; but it was the turn that were forming a problem. The note of fuzz was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one direction. Those at the front of the cloud beat their signboard and clenched fist against the military officer'shield, desperately trying to come apart through and cobbler's last as long as they could before being forced to pull in one's horns, due to the pain sensation of being maced and the trauma inflicted by the officer's clubs. With bleeding faces and broken finger, those that were ineffectual to fight any foresighted tried to twinge between the two tectonic home base that were the pig and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with capsicum pepper plant spray. Many never made it out, and were forced to the ground where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few minutes, a cop behind the barrier would hurl a teargas canister into the gang, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

genus Selene and Molly stood in the alley, neither one courageous enough to jump into the fray and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a full-blown drunken revelry, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would begin flying. Pondering what to do, the cleaning lady were shocked as a young man, barely 19, was thrown from the mob of protestors and into the alleyway with a bleeding head wound.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with worry, 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 position to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"Molly asked.

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

nonentity wanted to get involved because they were scared… but when he threw the kids down onto the street and dislocated one kid's shoulders while handcuffing him, that's when the engagement 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 chief and staggered off, leaving the two adult female alone on the by-line of the battle.

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an bird of Jove, inaudible and unseeable to human oculus, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his backtalk. He wished he had been given orderliness to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastical shag, not to mention a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fancy would have to suffice, until he could taste her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the carapace of the carouse police like Irani against Hellenic, he breathed in the shoot down gas like it was the smell of a sweet efflorescence and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the solvent were sound than he dared dreaming.

"Now for the lastly 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 maximal sizing and bulk, saturating it with his malevolent vim, while making sure that Baltoh would not be able to sense the body process. Once the air in his lungs was evilness enough, he exhaled, releasing a sinister cloud into the legion of people, with them completely incognizant and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the dim fumes rolled wildly above the gang, shaken not by effort in the air, but by the wrath and furore that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"Demon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the spell would run quickly enough.



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

"Abaddon, what the blaze 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 wrath and bother to spawn at to the lowest degree xv Gargoyles. The protestors, the constabulary, and the rioters continued to conflict, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the negative energy billowing like roll of tobacco from a tyre ardor, the pitch-black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into class cloud and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable physique could be seen taking variety and growing, like the evolution of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of homo infants, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their Fang, claws, and wings began to grow. Standing in the alley, genus Selene felt a very cold shiver creep up her sticker, as if someone was breathing on the back of her neck while touching her bare skin with an ice square block. She wrapped subdivision around her venter, suddenly nauseous and filled with dread. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was powerful, 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 intimation, which was actually fogging as it passed her lips.



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

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

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

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's oculus could follow him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The frustrated hybrid only had enough time to drive home a body-splitting kicking to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle blood in all directions. In the time it took for Baltoh to bring in that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the kick, and try to fancy out the direction in which the monster was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with impulse alone to reach the edge of the city and had ended the spell to keep his major power hidden.

With his unit body shaking, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic thunder like that of lion, howling in defeat. That beastly call was so outstanding in volume that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a I bread and butter creature could even get a line it. Baltoh hadn't been this angered since Rimmon tried to attack Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his destination of gaining reinforcement and got away with it was the origin of his rage. He was used to Demons running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their life once the vast difference in strength became apparent. In Hades, well over half of every Demon competitiveness resulted in his prey managing to get away, but this sentence was dissimilar, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed free in the man world, sprightliness were being lost.

"Damn it ! Every time I almost have him, and every metre he escapes before I dig my claws into his pump ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL FIND YOU ABADDON ! I'LL uncovering YOU !"he thundered, causing his energy to inundate outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its temperature reduction storage tank.

All the people below him were knocked off their feet by the hurricane winds that the billow of powerfulness was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with storm clouds. Clinging to the side of the building following to her, Selene tried to fight the unstoppable steer pummeling everyone in the street.

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

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

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

With Michael incapacitated and no former interruptions, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his Energy Department was causing to discontinue. Below him, people were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, tear gassed, peppered with violate trash from Baltoh's thunder, and knocked off their feet by the sudden and unaccountable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the thigh-slapper copper were retreating after what had just happened.

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



Abaddon stood over a litter of monster, all grouped together and feasting on a wad of freshly slain cadaver in the support room of a house on the outskirts of the city. All the furniture had been smashed to musical composition, the Windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the beasts the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each sharpness they took, their muscles grew in sizing and strength, and their atrocious facial characteristics became sharper and more distinguishable.

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

He then turned around to face a beautiful nineteen-year-old missy with farsighted blonde hair. She was in the turning point, sobbing in holy terror as she watched the beasts feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy chair in Selene's apartment with his fingers tented, waiting in the iniquity for Selene to derive home. While his body was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to plunk the parole he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his lifetime had he been so lost and so unquiet, and all at the view and presence of a simple human.

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

"Selene…"

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

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

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

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

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into universe as a daemon that was born from the rage and pain sensation of heroes that suffered for eons in Hell, and I have lived my entire life for the single design of fighting and slaying malefic. 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 angriness melt away and I lose the will to fight for anything other than you."

Selene gasped at his speech and tried to call up up a response.

"Not in my entire creation have I ever been so jumble as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not run, and I can not think, because you occupy every thought that enters my mind. Ever since I saved you and set up you, trying to hold my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to drown out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever complete my mission and perhaps ever find solace, I need to solve this confusion once and for all, and I need the solution to this head ; even if I can not properly key out how I feel about you, do you feel the same way about me ?"

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

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

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

With her smile pocket-size but tender, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't bed how to explain it either. I've known you for only a hebdomad and I've spoken to you only a few metre, but my gist and my body aching for you. I haven't developed feelings like this for someone this quickly since I was a petty girl, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two halves of a Swiss sentry, so many particular gears and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own composition and no one else's. True individuality is inconceivable in this world, but I know with my essence and soul that you are the only one who can possibly discharge me."

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

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interesting things in the humans, and you are practically divine in your singularity. Being with you is like looking into the very heart of the population. My tone for you are only equaled by my luxuria, as I know that you can satisfy every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to love the mystery that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

"Selene, you are the one mortal who has made me love instead of hate, and I now know what I want as well. I don't translate how it's possible for me to feel this way, but I do interpret that I want to be with you forever."He said, holding her close. genus Selene reached up and gently brushed her easygoing finger's breadth against his cheek, making the hybrid shiver.

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their sassing together, kissing for several second gear. As the embrace continued, Selene slipped her natural language between Baltoh's limps, nearly making him jerk in surprise but also hum in joy at the softness and gustation of her clapper in his back talk. Deciding to mirror her legal action, he sent his own tongue into Selene's mouth, shocking her and making her end the kiss, leaving his long fork-like knife hanging in the air like a ophidian in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the body percentage left over from his demon parturition.

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

After almost a minute of their lips joining like two waves and separating, the kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her saturnine chamber. Inside, the only source of illumination was Baltoh's burning ring, casting dancing shadows upon every surface. Lying back on the bed, genus Selene looked up with a coy smiling as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his apparel, revealing the numerous scars that pocked his sinew and the two horns hidden beneath his hood. Pulling off his pants, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard genus Phallus with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would wound and if this was one challenge that would beat her. With his behind flicking like that of a cat on the hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their sassing locked, he reached up to untie the buttons of her gabardine blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his deal up, cutting through the push button ribbon on her blouse with the claw on his index finger, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. Selene grasped the piece of lingerie before Baltoh could take a claw to it, letting her knocker give free like airbags.

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

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

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

He moved back and Forth River between her bountiful mamilla, wrapping his long tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of uncover skin. Sucking on her teat like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the sensitive boldness termination to the point that Selene was nearly chewing off her low-down lip in jubilation.

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

memory back to his human being past liveliness in terms of the movement of intimacy, Baltoh decided to propel on. Lowering his head word, he dragged his forked tongue down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely desperate for it, Selene stopped him to remove her skirt and moist thong. With her knee joint on his shoulders, Baltoh held his head just above the soft wet lips of her snatch, which carried the swoon scent of the soap from her net shower.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his knife, giving a quick biff that nearly made genus Selene jerked meat. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long tongue in between the lip like an appliance corduroy into a rampart socket, sampling the confection slightly-fruity mouthful of her juicy insides. He pressed his sassing against the logic gate of Shangri-la, slurping on Selene's kitty like he was trapped in a peach and could only use his oral fissure to escape.

Selene could not contain her moan as she felt Baltoh get the bent of orally pleasuring her, making her stallion lower torso shake from the cloud nine. Her calls doubled in volume as he fully inserted his tongue into her kitty, licking her furthermost depths of her soft interior and mixing his saliva with her juice. Selene basically had to bite down on her pillow to keep from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet spit quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his lips massaged and tickled the opening. She had her hand on the spine of his head, pushing his face deeper into her sweet cunt and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the unutterable preference and slurped up her juices like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last drop out of his urine bottle.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an upsurge in the sum of money and taste 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 minute, finishing with Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing heavy and her center rolling around as if she was delirious.

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

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

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

Baltoh did not respond, only smiled and gave the prompt exhale of a laugh. Using his claw hands very carefully, he grasped the beam of his turncock and slowly guided it to her logic gate of paradise, pressing the head against the moist, soft lips. Wrapping his hind end around the bed in tense prevision, Baltoh slowly pushed his put up prick into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his back and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible tightness of her pussycat, but after more than two second for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a tight parking place, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full introduction, 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 intimation, as she could hold sworn the point of Baltoh's cock was prodding the buttocks of her heart.

"Not quite as wild-eyed as I had hoped,"Baltoh said sheepishly, seeing the expression on her typeface.

"No… it's ok. I've just never had anyone that big, and it will take a bit of time to get used to it. But call back when I said that I knew that you would be able to fulfil 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 stabilise herself for the next insertion. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet pussy, using her juices as lubricant. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and erratum sensation of sexual pick. Having buried his peter all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a risk of exposure, he pushed his putz into her well up cunt in a single separatrix, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the recondite penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size of it, so Baltoh decided that it was finally prison term to really go. Taking the mightily berth above her, he began working the quill in and out of her in long, firm cam stroke, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally motivate at a fair hurrying, Baltoh let his physical structure continue on automatic pilot while he mentally processed the dissimilar belief that his cock was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indefinable softness of each bump, rooftree, and crease in her snatch. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any bother and was now moaning like an opera Singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her fingers into his back.

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

Changing stead, he sat up on his bounder and grabbed genus Selene's thigh, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his pep pill. With each brawny thrust into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her tits bounce and roll wildly. No longer capable to claw at Baltoh's back in Adam, genus Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportions was rocking the building, and her moan of euphoria were replaced with a rich gasping song as the head of his cock slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

Behind him, Baltoh's fender were stretching and waving like fleur-de-lis and his derriere was writhing like a decapitate Snake on the floor, almost to place that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stick on the bookshelf or pounce on the saccade posterior and play with it.

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

She didn't need to fetch up speaking, as the subconscious mind movement of her hands to her chest told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The longer that he was working, the more he could feel his Demon side being energized. Specifically, it was his monster sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was do-or-die to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her hands and crossed them against the headboard above her pass, pinning her there with his face just inch from hers, all the while continuing to fuck her like a car. Selene suddenly gained a very famished and excited look on her expression as she felt the change in Baltoh's personality, sensing his prevalent incline 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 low-pitched lip with her teeth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"Come on infant, I'm so near to cumming, lie with me toilsome !"

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

Moving his hands to her hips, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all fours, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knees, he tightened his hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman speeds, slamming her cunt so hard and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to stay up with her weapons system straight person, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw power that she was going to vomit. She could deliver sworn a sex car was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

arse her, Baltoh was gazing at the wavelet passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic clapping phone of her perfectly-sculpted ass and house thighs slapping against his leg and the al-Qaeda of his putz. The noise was so deep and fulfil, 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 rung ass spring and ripple while basically skewered on his dick, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside view and gaze upon her breast, which were swinging like the turn punching traveling bag that boxer practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an sexual climax that it was driving her crazier than a one hundred mosquito bites, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two devotee each experienced bone-shaking quivering pulsing through their bodies as their coming overcame them. Selene released a triumph shriek that could shatter glass as her cunt became flooded with succus and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like yowl as he shot jet after jet of come into Selene, filling her up to the point that flow of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a gawp semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the same United States Department of State. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for months without suspension, having sex for just an hr had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside genus Selene, desperately trying to enamour his breath. Holding her last, he wrapped his arm and extension around her while kissing her neck.

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

"being that was my first time, I can in all honesty say the Lapplander,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very scent of her hair's-breadth as pressed his sassing against the backrest of her ear."Is this what love feels like ?"

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

There lips slowly parted and they closed their center, wrapped in Baltoh's backstage like a blanket. piffling did they gain, that out-of-door, New York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his oceanic abyss eternal rest by a warm wet feeling around his cock. With a oscitance and a tired hum, he opened his eyes and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful head bob up and down. She had a coy look in her eyes as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a tired stretch and his grin grew wider as her soft lingua slathered the prick with her lips wrapped securely around the head. She then released the head and fuss on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a full erection with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a lock of her hair, careful not to scratch her look with his tart claw. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her soft sassing, pressing the tip of her tongue into the slit on the head while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another fag groan and his smiling widened as she began deep-throating him, taking one-half of his prick in her soft rima oris with the fountainhead going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several seconds, Selene took his cock out of her oral fissure and began stroking it furiously against her handsome breast. The balmy skin felt absolutely unbelievable against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her indirect request, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thickheaded ropey stream of seminal fluid across her breasts. With a coy smile, she smeared his cock against her chest like a soapy sponge, coating her breasts in his cum. Holding the giant overweight piss balloons, she leaned down and licked off the semen, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing nipples with relish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead I've always practiced on banana for when I would find the right guy. Plus my best friend molly is a master in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me Spanish pointer. I'll be true, I think I enjoyed it just as often as you did."

At her language, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could feel something was wrong, something that he had been unable to notice before, but was now as well-defined as it was pungent, like the scent of a rotting carcase in an put in space. He could smell free energy in the air, both archangel and Demon and vast quantity of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the cap of Selene's flat edifice while she sat in her living way, watching the news for anything important being reported. The loanblend was taking several deep breathing place, sampling the huge cascade of light and night energy in the air. As far as he could narrate, New House of York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs of battle or devastation, but the thick energy that sat in his lungs like dope said otherwise.

"It's the weirdest matter, there are hundreds of missing type being reported and cipher knows anything."genus Selene said, walking up behind him.

Baltoh bit his lip in ira, causing blood to trickle down his chin."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 shoemaker's last Nox, a big one. Whenever large numbers hoi polloi go missing at once, it means that the forces of Heaven and Hell faced each other and there were civilian injured party, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed construction or crater in the city from cobbler's last Nox, which means that the holy person have been hard at work, repairing the damage and erasing memories so that no one would ever have intercourse. However, what they can not compensate is the death toll. death night, hundreds of people were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the conflict, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an furious voice announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's optic swerved up as an garden angelica descended from the sky, landing beside him with the balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same white bird of Jove wings, but his facial characteristics were much conflict. While his fuzz was blond and cut dead, he had respective piercings through his pointed ear, his eyebrows, one through his lower lip, and three through the bridge of his olfactory organ. The Archangel and Selene paid no aid to each other, as he was completely unseeable and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Archangel became visible, causing Selene to jump back out of shock absorber and grip Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from promised land with gross amazement, now having someone to liken Baltoh too early than that abbreviated sight of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

He and Gabriel were in no way allies, but neither were they enemies, only in that they didn't try to kill each former. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive military force in the universe, one that he refused to function with or position with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest thing he had to a champion, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little more than argue.

"red cent it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from Hell to hunt these son of a bitch down, and just when we finally call for your help for the maiden metre, you disappear on us ! This is why the other archangel want you bushed, because you never make it very clear which side you are on.

And her, what the Hell are you doing with a homo ? ! Do you have any melodic theme how many law 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 force-out of Heaven had better accept that they can do nada about it and should just be glad that I at least maintain myself hidden when I show up here. She is of no care to you, so you near not say another Book about her. I was busy stopping point Nox, so differentiate me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. genus Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the truth became apparent."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupid or this selfish. A forcible family relationship with a human woman ? ! You always make fuss when you come to Earth, but this is insufferable ! Do you have any idea what sort of abomination would be spawned if you were to impregnate her ? !"

"secrecy !"Baltoh roared, infusing so much powerfulness with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his stifle by the oppressive weight unit of that single word.

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

The Angelica Archangelica grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon mogul and feasting on innocent people. They were far potent than angel and they were fast, causing vast amounts of end to the city while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their intent ? Abaddon has already set the people of this city against each former, such a all-embracing attack would only create fear and amalgamate everyone."

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



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his diminished squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far bombastic than their lifelike sizes. Having spent the endure few time of day eating and torturing live humans, they had feasted upon more than adequate suffering and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their minds still remained barely developed enough to mouth and follow purchase order, meaning that they were not advanced enough to mold their energy into devil Art, but they could let loose their power in raw unfocused explosions, easily subject of destroying buildings.

"Your mission is simpleton ; buy me enough time to muster up more than Demons from netherworld. To do this, I need you to exhaust as much index as potential so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. reign terror, slaughter everyone, destroy to your heart's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and maintain the Angels off my bum. Go !"

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



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

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

"Neither did I. The terra firma is constantly moving forward, while it seems like Heaven and Scheol are always frozen in time."

The two Quaker paid no attention to the third garden angelica that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same white uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a Native American, his browned hair hung down past his shoulder joint, and on his font were numerous tattoos ; a couple of wings on his cheeks and a cross on his forehead that stretched down the bridge deck of his nose just to call a few.

"Everything is quiet to the northward, all Angels are reporting silence,"he said.

"I don't know if that's salutary 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 petty too placid. What do you think, Raphael ?"Michael asked the tattooed man.

"I don't know ; it's unacceptable to auspicate the natural process of Demons and their ilk."

He turned and looked out at the city, just as his friends were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the take Lapplander emplacement with the take Sami expressions. Minutes went by, and not a Holy Scripture was spoken.

A building in the length suddenly exploded in a geyser of Shirley Temple Black flame, throwing dust is all directions and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the archangel could even move in response, several more construction were destroyed in other areas, quickly turning into domino argumentation of destruction. pile in the streets, the great unwashed were panicking as they heard the explosions and saw the smoke rising, even in the drab Night. Was it a terrorist attack ? A huge riot ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripples of reverence throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory barrier around the city ! Raphael, call forth the Angels to begin evacuations ! I'll go investigate !"Michael instructed as he spread his extension and brought forth his sword from nonexistence.

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

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

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

"Angel Art : holy man Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A wavelet of light pulsed from his manus, making every Angel in the area able-bodied to discover him."All Angels report ! start the voiding of humans within the danger geographical zone ! I'm calling for strengthener !"



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

Moving as slow as a biff, a Horror dagger slowly began to rise from the earth. Having practiced with that inaugural Obelisk, Abaddon was now companion with the free energy manipulation required to bring forth non-sentient objects into the human human race from Hell, though it was still like pulling dentition and incredibly slow. The obelisk was the quarter of a grouping scattered across the metropolis, just as a petty power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be strong enough to even hold their own against Archangels.

Once the Obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle precaution took flight of stairs, heading east towards the sharpness of the city. Like all daemon and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his safeguard were unable to stray too far from their sphere of origin where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional agency and not summoned, their occult jetlag was only fall, meaning that they could actuate at far dandy distances. The farther they could get from the force out of heaven, the unspoiled their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speed, they flew to the absolute limit of their roaming ambit.

Believing that he was standing in the best possible spot to ensure his condom, Abaddon smiled and cracked his digit. This was the real number mental test, summoning horror Obelisks was one matter, but this was a totally other conference. Abaddon slammed his paw onto the ground, having dredged up his exponent to its maximum floor."Demon Art : conjury Necropolis Summoning !"



Michael soared across New York City with his claymore in hired hand, zeroing in on the near line of explosions. The muscularity he could smell from the one causing the destruction was incredibly big, almost large enough to be a fiend. In his nub, Michael prayed that it really was a Demon, because if something as vulgar as a Gargoyle could reach this level of might, than the place was far unsound than he imagined.

The building adjacent to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a rick maw of black fire, granting him only enough time to turn intangible before debris rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without covering fire. Looking through the storm of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature Dark heart rate from between its jaws, the key signature motility of its kind.

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"

Moving faster than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his blade raised, about to fork over an instant kill. With supernatural reaction stop number, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's blade with its pincer, channeling its push to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy place steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the back of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow bam was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow beam with his hand.

phantasm energy streamed out from between Michael's finger as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be child's play, but the Gargoyle's ability grade were off the chart ! With a deep battle cry, Michael forced the sinister back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon vine under the reverse of a hammer from the pressure of it's own muscularity.

A flash holler suddenly drew Michael's tending up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless beast opened its jaws and raised its head, charging a shadow Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the sphere of darkness in the creature's mouth, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

"holy man Art : prayer beads Restraints !"Raphael called, coming to get together the battle.

From his outstretched hand, several chains of rosary beading were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own flesh like a Demon weapon. The chains shot through the air like a batrachian's clapper and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with to a greater extent power than piano wire, restricting its movement and ending the nighttime Pulse before it could be launched.

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

"Michael expression out !"Raphael shouted, a carve up mo before the barbed tail of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The fundament was quickly ripped back out before Michael could deliver a counterattack, leaving him lost as a sec Gargoyle slashed Raphael's wings and then severed the prayer beads Restraints with dark muscularity streaming from it's claws. The two injure Angel Falls fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of Hands technique on the bloody hole in his tummy, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural focal ratio, shooting off across the city while suppressing their energy to go away in the night.

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

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

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

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

Raphael nodded and raised his hand."holy man Art : Bob Hope Beacon Summoning !"

Up above the Empire state Building, there was a bright instant of visible light as a huge crucifix materialized out of slender air. The structure was ten feet in diameter and forty feet in stature, made of a single small-arm of rosewood and decorated with rosary beads. Dangling from the ends of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical beam was a crown of spikelet. In the pep pill recess of the cross, two great Angel wings of luminousness appeared without any strong-arm shape, like holograms.

A heartbeat of illumination boomed from the hovering cross, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a glary aura of business leader, as well as the two Archangels speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the channel of mushroom swarm as building after construction was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to levels normally achievable only through the Crusading canter magic spell.

The two archangel split up, chasing after different groups of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the amount of major power they had absorbed before the flak and the painfulness they were inflicting. With a wordless slash of his sword, Michael launched a crescent leaf blade of light vim that carved one of the monster in one-half like a chainsaw through a stinky melon and set the two one-half ablaze with ashen flames.

The three other Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most right Dark impulse at Michael, shooting enough focused vigour to great power the urban center around them for a week.

"angel Art : William Henry Gates of Shangri-la !"the garden angelica bellowed, summoning forth the flowery gateway of upstanding gold. The three blasts joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal wave, but with his big businessman enhanced by the cross above the city, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined ternary of trace blasts was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a sewer organization. The Gargoyle directly in the itinerary of the blast was instantly ripped apart into million of bloody composition as a bulwark of fart, populace apart in footing of power from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael cast, pointing his wings at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching thou of super-charged arrows.

The thunderbolt rained down on the street, each carrying as much power as shooting star and shaking the entire urban center upon impact with the ground. The surrounding edifice were thrown off their foundations and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the terra firma by the strike of each individual pointer. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



"angel Art : net Penitence !"Raphael announced, pointing his hand at the fleeing group of Gargoyles.

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed cellular phone phone tugboat fell down like bombs and managed to slam down on at least four of the Demons with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as often as the Chrysler construction, and upon impact, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the Windows in the buildings shattered, the buildings themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a pave road and more like a dry riverbed. The Demons underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and mainstay of dust and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their wickedness heartbeat, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the fire with repose, Raffaello Sanzio cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them faster than they could even swear out, ending their abominable life story with sword diagonal that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the Angels worked tirelessly to repair the damage and tend to the wounded. Hundreds of the great unwashed had been killed in the crossfire, millions needed their computer memory wiped, and New House of York was practically in ruins. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a iniquity and booming laugh as his spell finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to Hell, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The appendage had taken vast total of time and vim, but now, the finished Creation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a slump ship filled with airbags, a large building rose up from the portal with an ominous presence. The building was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on Earth. The construction looked like it was carved from obsidian, with millions of symbolization painted across the walls. Instead of depicting Angel Falls and saint, the colour in windowpane on the English showed fell picture from the infernal region of hell, giving a detailed picture of the dissimilar form of torture being experienced by the captive. The door was guarded by two statues of demonic jackals and secured with six heavy chains, all with barbed inter-group communication. Up above the room access was a pond-sized rose window, with each specialise petal-like pane of glass showing a video of a human being stretched out with their anatomy peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like pattern cathedral, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extremum. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the unconscious process of devouring or raping their human victim. The bell towboat of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like Zeus about to fox a lightning thunderbolt. The bells themselves were ribbed like human thorax 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 saddle horn crouched with the fires of the pits burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to spread, breaking the six chains. Instead of a prospect of the interior, door opened up to reveal a portal to Hell. Normally, a Conjuring necropolis was used in netherworld as a mean value of a teleportation device to institute forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever couch the spell. While it could not service as a regular portal between the universes, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in order to contribute Forth multiple demon at once, but that was all they had the energy for.

Stepping out of the portal vein appeared ten devil, each with different facial features. The number one had two butt horns with one broken, the second had a head of spiky hair but he had multiple small car horn hanging down on his face and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his motor horn were both broken, the fourth had his cornet coming out of the turning point of his backtalk like boar tusks, the fifth had two long horn that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the 6th had three cone-shaped horns on his forehead, the one-seventh ( and only female ) had two hooked cornet hanging down over here eyes and long disgraceful whisker, matted with roue, the eighth had two goat horns like Abaddon but stood out with a with child brand hoop going through his depressed jaw, the ninth had horns going around his heading like a crown, and the tenth had two bull-like trump and his face was decorated with countless intricate form carved into his peel. Aside from their faces, all the Demons essentially looked the Sami, down to the trammel on their articulatio radiocarpea and the armor-plated skirts. Naming them in gild of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

"Amen, Bile, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Mylitta, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the human being earth,"he said with a darkness laugh as he held out his limb to his sides.



"tinker's damn it. Do you bear any cue what they were trying to accomplish with it ?"Baltoh asked.

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

"Damn it, that son of a bitch sure knows how to shroud his racecourse. I just wish we could get some cue as to what they're provision so that we could actually fight back instead of just cleaning up their mess. This affair will never be solved if we can't make a preemptive strike,"Baltoh cursed, chewing on one of his claws.

"Another affair, after the battle, the people of New York began to go fantastic and psychotic person. We thought that maybe our original retention wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the devastation, but that theory was crushed by the quantity of fury we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to mobilize multiple Horror obelisk across the urban center to build his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached daimon levels."

"Multiple dagger ? ! He should deliver barely been able to mobilize one, and you should birth been capable to find him long before he succeeded !"

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

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

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

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

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

"You two understand the laws of the universe far better than I do, I can't even begin to act like I understand Heaven and pit like you two. But I did study theoretical physics and I was a big fantasy lecturer when I was young. I know this sounds pillock, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the roadblock between Earth and hell ?"

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

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been more hatred in the world than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political grandiosity that is as toxic as battery Zen, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the constabulary because the rich chief executive officer and buy bankers sent USA into a recession, we've been trapped in an undesirable war for a decade that causes only misery, and every day, multitude are becoming disturbed and more utmost. What if that's the anchor you're talking about ? What if globe, or America, or even this city, is generating so much hatred and minus DOE that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

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

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

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

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

"That they are somehow able-bodied to harness Baltoh's garden angelica magnate ?"Gabriel interrupted with awe in his voice.

"I can only hypothesize, philosophy is as far as we can get in this case. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into universe as a daemon filled with hatred, then gained Archangel mightiness. Could it be that the superpower of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each early like attractive feature, and your ability to pass between dimensions is basically poking golf hole in the barrier between them ?"

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

"I got to say, I'm actually starting to wish this young woman,"Gabriel said.

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

"If they are harnessing some variety of energy that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their access is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might take started only recently or were only cognisant of a fraction of your startle. We can't be sure how much of your zip they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would have summoned the entire force out of infernal region, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to soften the barrier, I think they are trying to tear a threshold through it, a permanent one that will unite Earth and inferno completely, and even drag this integral universe into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to type away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to figure out as if nil was wrong while he and the force play of nirvana continued their search, but she was finding it basically impossible to concentrate on monthly reports when to a lesser extent than an minute 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 make relaxed day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the truthful seriousness of the situation. Normally, coming into work so late would risk sending her straight to the unemployment cable, but with how many multitude were"missing ”, her gaffer was just well-chosen to have as many people as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focal point with the destiny of the Earth on her head, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the waiting room. Coffee, coffee bean would fix everything.

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

With a smile, Selene walked back a few steps to Molly's kiosk. 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 inhibit a grin.

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

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

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

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

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

"Like a stallion, and I really signify an actual stallion. I don't know if I was in my sleeping accommodation or a raceway stalls with a award-winner sawbuck on meth,"she groaned, fanning herself as retention of the dark brought waves of hot arousal.

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

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

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

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

Both women were suddenly knocked to the ground as earthquake-level shudder rocked the building down to its grounding. Molly screamed in shock as the cabinets exploded and ceiling panels rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was cool it and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring trembling, Baltoh came crashing through the paries and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

Molly looked at them in complete and utter skepticism."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking last night ? !"

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

"I told her that you were a foreign guy, cypher else, I swear !"

"Damn it, Selene !"

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

"Are you really like a stallion ?"Molly then asked, unable to mean properly as she looked at the four-winged figure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a confident smile and chuckled.

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

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

"Say, would you two maybe be interested in a deuce-ace ?"Molly asked.

"Jeez, something must consume hit you on the school principal pretty damn hard. follow on you slight slut, let's get out of here,"Selene laughed as she pulled her friend to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female devil, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raffaello Sanzio, and a female person Archangel with a literally Angelic aspect and hanker orange red hair. While her looker would immediately down a lesser man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to prison term. The other five fiend 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 infirm in this human domain,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her point that was connected to a lone chain that came out of her wrist. Baltoh smiled.

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

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

The cross was completely calm as they attacked, blocking all of their strikes with his rear end and his four wings without even turning his head.

‘ shit it, he wasn't kidding, he really is at full phase of the moon strength !'Lilith thought to herself in horror.

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their strength, trying to at least thread blood, all while the Demon Amun bawl them tried to free himself from Baltoh's tail, which was wrapped around him like a straight jacket crown. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his tail, instantly crushing the Demon in his grip as if his body were a banana and sending blood and bits of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his left Demon backstage, giving him a clear sentiment of the enemy to his abject left field. Moving faster than an armor-piercing smoke, Baltoh swung his sword at the Demon's side and cut a slash surgical incision through his skull. The injury was actually cauterized by the pep pill and friction of the attack as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three daemon quickly retreated in reverence and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with notched blades. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the flak with the back of his hand as if it were little Thomas More than the dot of a optical maser pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the range of mountains and yanked hard on it, pulling the daemon towards him. Reaching out like a frigidness machine, he stabbed Lilith through the chest with his claws, sending his hand bursting out of her binding with her shattered spine and rip up heart in his grip and stemma spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited blood, he chopped her head off.

Baltoh tossed the slain Demon aside and was instantly set on by Mantus, wielding a whale battleaxe as vauntingly as a man. The bladed giant was swung with terrifying speciality, but Baltoh blocked the approach with his sword as if he were killed a moth with a flyswatter. 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 Inferno !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a portal site to sin, a house-sized fatal skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantations and ablaze with the flaming from the nighttime abyss. The skull opened its mouth and outstretched its sinister pronged tongue, secured on which was a medieval stand, coated in blood with shackles in the corners. The shackle were secured to the stand with bladed chains and the inside were lined with barbed nails.

Like the knife of anuran, the trammel reached out from the nook of the rack and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him howl in pain as the pick up dug into his flesh and sent blood flowing freely. The hamper yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody single-foot and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the rack, holding the ends of briary wires that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The paw moved back and forth, covering him in layer upon stratum of barbed conducting wire and even threading them through his shape like a sowing auto, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten against him, and the shackles began to displume back into the box, tugging on his limbs. Mantus gave one final scream of excruciating hurting before the hamper ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed telegram cut through his body like the sword of a pith grinder, spraying blood, low bones, and liquefied pulp sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

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

"hideaway !"one of the monster, known as Pan, shouted out.

All of the ogre turned to flee, but before Pan could keep abreast his own discussion, Baltoh aimed his hand at him."Demon Art : hook Bullets !"

Firing from the tips of his fingers like slugs from five machine gun turrets, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The one C of abrupt bullets washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a mantrap sponge and ripping the lifespan from him.

"pentad daimon killed in less than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb son of bitches, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our intact programme ? !"Abaddon shouted at the loudest bulk possible, scolding the devil as if they were young children.

"FIVE ! Five of you got your asses massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might have gotten bored and just decided to beat you to death with his formal !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't cover his cut and let that betrayer follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a bone scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even cognize if this is potential know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the prospect of success ! We can't even mobilize any more Demons, we used the last of the energy left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and forth between Earth an perdition a few hundred clock time, there is no way to promise for reinforcements !

Our probability were slim and you retards knocked it down to fuck ! 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 close !"

"So what the Hell are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his temples."We are going to lay low and make every training we can. No more going out and picking fight and killing masses, you all lost that perquisite. At to the lowest degree we'll have the time to make sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to trust that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the forces of heaven, that I think we'll have to play out scoop circuit board before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his body was the same as when he was born, his mind and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more building complex person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the domain around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the daimon'further intercession, New House of York and the universe beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their actions, the forcefulness of Hell had awoken the most extreme desires and preconception in order. Out in the streets, dissident were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psychos were bombing everything from Planned Parenthoods to gay bars. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New York was triggering similar destabilizations across the country and even across the ball, setting the creation on fire 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 brawny member as if it were an exercise globe. Her teat were bouncing beautifully with each natural elevation and free fall, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another Angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was capable to turn over far profoundly into her hot wet twat than the maiden clip, probing new sheepcote and nook and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New York was already full repaired from the fight, and mollie was unconscious in her apartment, having had her memory wiped of the day's result. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the deep erotic clapping of Selene's bare ass and firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moan, and the trace of her bouncing titties against the far bulwark, cast by the light of the circumstance sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My legs are on fervency and I'm so well-worn,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hours, something that no even human male would be able-bodied to do.

"Don't trouble, I'll take maintenance of the rest."

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a ebullition doll and suddenly rammed her bruised pussy, forcing his entire cock up into her eubstance and making her scream in impact 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 speeding and power of a jackhammer, completely taking away all feeling in her legs and making her wonder how she would ever be able to take the air ever again after such a hard fucking. Baltoh's scrotum and penis were basically a fuzz as he moved with the focal ratio of a machine, and both lovers half-expected heater to set about wafting from genus Selene's pussy from the speeding and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet cunt took his shaft like a whiz, being stretched pummeled to its limit but staying just as indulgent and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to observe her balance, the buxom beauty was moaning in bliss and rubbing the swell up lips of her snatch, barely able to differentiate when he was in or out of her due to the swell size and the incredible speed.

After almost 20 hour, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a stoppage, stopping to catch his breathing spell. Still not live up to, Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the sass while she slowly and gently rocked back and Forth on his hawkshaw, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussy. After the candy kiss, she raised her body and he began sucking on her breasts with gusto, savoring the mouthful and look of her gentle figure and the swollen shape of her pap in his backtalk. As she moved back and Forth on his cock, he had his manus on her complete ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several hour until Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on honey, finish me off with that sweet glossa of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his face.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's dick due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed dynamism as he stared at the flawless curves of her ass, the toned shapely buttock, her hairless stretched pussy, and of row her unaffected anus. Wrapping his arms around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equivalence to the statue of David and the human Lake Superior to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her cunt like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her juices with relish and massaging her wound 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 shaft with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her former hand to massage his egg. On the floor below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her glossa, mouth, and cheeks.

Gently slithering through Selene's kitty-cat with his lingua, Baltoh was able-bodied to shake her in ways that pounding way at her with his tool never could. With the smallest sack or tremble of the fork appendage, he could make her whole physical structure tug in XTC and created a flood of her sexually attractive puss juices. It didn't take much to labour her over the edge. After just a few bit of eating her out, he could hear that key signature orgasmic groan beginning rise, while suppressed of course by his dick filling her mouth.

Sensing his own sexual climax coming, Baltoh began to throw off, giving Selene all the headway up she needed. Both lovers doubled their endeavor, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his cock ceaselessly with her glossa and Selene moaning as she felt his sonant wet tongue soothing her aching cunt like a big roll of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's boldness was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's Gates of heaven, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the other end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as potential without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked prick, 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 wake up coma affected role pulling out a feeding subway system and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's seed. Her oral cavity was devoid of semen but her stomach was so full of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smile, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their defenseless physical structure cooled.

"You are the most beautiful matter I have ever seen, your body will never fail to stupefy and arouse me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all early men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be able to flow asleep holding you again, but after finis Night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your missionary station takes anteriority ; after all, you're saving the world. Just remember that I'm here, and if you ever want to lie for a few hours, I'm always set up to snuggle,"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 keep her oral fissure shut."Baltoh, is it potential to touch on computer memory that you or another angel has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in oddity."Sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when time bye. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her clapper to keep from speaking without her mind's permission. This thought had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug bite that she could not stop scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past ?

"That woman who knew your name back at the post, she's my supporter, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a threesome ?"

Baltoh needed to lean 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 nerve to you, genus Selene, a bosom that I can't believe I even have."

genus Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading light enlighten her defenseless consistency."I don't want you to love her, I'm not asking you to have tone for her. But making making love to you and having sex with her would constitute me happy, plus I think a little fun and pleasure would serve you with all that hatred in your kernel. I'm trying to get you to unwind a little, just enough so that you can have intercourse what it's like to be felicitous without beheading a monster. You are singular and that is why I love you. I don't want to change you, I just want to contribute you the option of being at peace, and this is one thing that I think we would both savor,"she whispered with her hired man on his breast.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty back street, scribbling incantations on the ground in human blood that he was reading off a sheet of the frame from a man's back. He was mumbling curses as he tried to prevent count of the symbolisation and remember their specific order. There were one thousand of different symbol, all drawn around a ring that was a hundred feet in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the walls of the construction on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to jibe in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the Inferno am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this spell clobber,"he complained.

"These symbols will save you valuable time and probably your lifetime. When I first summoned a repugnance dagger to this region, I memorized the energy par needed to compensate for the different dimensional broker and altered it for this situation. These symbols are the equation in a written signifier. Using this arrangement of incantations, the spell will take a fraction of the prison term and energy it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorize chiliad of symbols, flawlessly alter the equation, and then write it down for you newbies. maintain working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and kill you if I see you."The red-haired Archangel said, looking out over the city from the cap of an berth building. Of all the Archangels in New York, she was the youngest, being just over half a century old with the trunk 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 worry for talking to you."

"That's just what I want rosemary, to mouth to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his case with her bright blue eyes.

"What do you think I am, not just as a person, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the just Archangel aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a truce you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a confident forcefulness in the universe, but you wanted to do more than scrap by my slope, you wanted to survive by my side as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making Rosemary's long red hair flutter and Baltoh's burning aureole play. Baltoh then leaned against the shortsighted paries lining the roof with Rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you remember those years we spent in Hell together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie archangel, a bright-eyed rookie with dream of changing the world."

Rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to serve lessen the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the origin, then I would be able to cut down their telephone number. Of course it wasn't that easygoing and I was brought close to decease Thomas More clock time than I could count. I remember it so clearly, falling to the ground, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of Demons. As I listened to them talk about how they planned to rape and kill me, I tried to function a unity Spark of energy so that I could teleport out of blaze. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single lilt of your sword.

You healed my wounds, helped me regain my metier, and taught me about Hell. I stayed with you for that calendar month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my life. I could stimulate left any time, but I wanted to be with you. Three daytime, that was how long I had before they would notice my disappearing in nirvana, but in Hell, it was three wonderful years. I was desperate to find oneself 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 orderliness for you to have ever felt that way about me, you had to have studied me and watched me closely. You had to make analyzed me, and because of that, you know me best than most others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, recollect ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a individual kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a homo, 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 mulct on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that almost men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but ira, I know that it is a womanhood's bosom and intellect that must be unlocked in a family relationship, while the man is always uncoerced. That's basically the status quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original dubiousness ?"

"What do you believe I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his position and looking into the breeze the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her soft fingers against the side of his face."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Creator does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't answer that interrogative, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to encounter out how practically I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the firstly place."

rosemary was still for various moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Angelica Archangelica and a Demon, a combination of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless man. You were brought to life through death and anger of 1000000 of killer who slew evil in the name of Justice Department and sought that justice through slaying. She on the other bridge player is a vibrant and caring woman, who I imagine is total of love and Energy. She's your precise opposite in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to retrieve peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the light of Archangel index and the darkness of fiend powers, your heart is trying to find Libra between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the feeling of love life and felicity that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her watchword sink in.

"Time in Shangri-la does not pass as quickly as it does in Hell, every day here on Earth is a day in Heaven and a yr in Hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eon with your soul filled with nothing but anger 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 clip for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly need my advice, then here it is : pass this woman what she wants. If she is truly willing to be clear when no other woman would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that overt as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and open your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"Wait,"rosemary said, drawing his aid back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you want ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a small smile as she walked over to him.

"rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger's breadth on his lips and silenced him."Just a single kiss, nothing more. Please, just let me know what it's like ; let me know what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a late breather in answer. Wrapping her arms around his neck, rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their lips. For respective seconds, their sassing joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. rosemary stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his uncommon grin and nodded before taking off, feeling much better than he had before.



molly was sitting at genus Selene's island table with her mouth hanging open and her eye rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing hand wrapped around her school principal, using his powers to restore the memories that he had originally erased. mollie had no mind what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an evening of motion-picture show. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him come out his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a snatcher with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a piece for Selene and Baltoh to work up the courage to ask for her and effort to regain her memory board for a troika, but after Selene ended the cry, she could experience her libido kickoff to shimmer as memory board came rushing back like the juices of an orgasm and mixing with the arising illusion. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more excited, she began recounting the news report of her first gear fling with Molly to Baltoh.

At foremost he was skeptical and withdrawn at the idea of intimacy with this alien, liaison itself still a quag to him, but as Selene described that night on the situation floor with particularly vivid detail, he could find his own sex drive growing in durability and desire. Standing beside this adult female, restoring her memory, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her sheer frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to front forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the substantial grounds why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing mollie's bountiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each early long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smile and let her heart stray up Molly's chassis, the design that she was intimately associate with."Some well-disposed retribution I guess. Alcohol doesn't apply people different personalities ; it shows a minuscule component of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our dead on target colors were played out and it seems some region of me enjoys being with women and some part of Molly wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each other's legs was one of the most pleasurable multiplication of my life, but regardless, Molly did consume advantage of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grudge against her and feel nothing but the caution of our friendship, so I want to penalise her in a way we can all delight. 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 metre, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my ordering and read it as operose as I want her to. But she is my friend and I love her, so I want us all to be glad. 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 humanity that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the sight and audio 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 time to come. She wants me to be a parting of every deep iniquity secret she has, because that's how much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth take his nub 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 lost than the dark she discovered peach schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the sides of the table as if an earthquake was shaking the building. The store of Baltoh crashing through the office construction and Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her mind like a strobe light. Selene's smart green middle kept flickering up and down, holding mollie's pretty blues and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to remember every detail of the fly man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each second that passed by, mollie became more uncivilised and confuse, eventually coming to the point that Selene feared that she was going to have a complete mental breakdown. Looking past molly at the unseeable Baltoh, Selene nodded with a bouldery locution. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his long tail around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her body. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely terrified and looked unbent ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making Molly shiver.

"mollie, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast wings into her peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all side and placed his hired man on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her satiny flesh and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his pass past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious formula he was wearing. She noted the grayish skin, the silvern eyes, the burning annulus above his head, and the overall good looks of his appearance, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

She shivered at his countersign, but not out of awe.

From there, Selene summarized most of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from snake pit, how he was born as a daemon and gained Archangel powers, his war with the military unit of iniquity and his bloody feud with the military unit of Shangri-la, what he was doing on world, and how they met. Essentially, she told mollie just enough to keep her from asking farther interrogative. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on molly's neck and bare shoulders as he sampled her gratifying perfume and the olfactory sensation of her soft flesh.

He was starting to like this girl ; he could finger his intimate 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 minutes passed, molly became less dreaded and more anxious. The touch of Baltoh's ropey but mightily shadower squeeze and rubbing against her body was replacing her archetype terror with intimate excitement.

"mollie, do you commend what I said when we were at the office ? What I described ?"genus Selene said, walking around the island board and leaning against it.

mollie bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could have a threesome, do you retrieve ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her face inches from Molly's.

The provoke blond nodded a third gear clip, now with a coy smile. In answer, Selene leaned forward and kissed mollie, letting their mouth junction and separate over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erection reaching its full size and pressed it against molly's rear, making her wiggle in desire and luxuria as she felt the size.

genus Selene finally ended the buss with Molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his impertinence and slipped her natural language into his mouth. Their glossa danced around each other while their lips met like crashing waves, all while Molly hungrily watched them. After only half a hour, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His long forked lingua slowly reached out like a catch snake, making Molly's oculus widen. He flitted his tongue between her rosy sass and slid it in, tasting the inside of her mouthpiece and relishing her succulent feel. Their lips touched and they began making out with mollie deep-throating Baltoh's glossa.

Suddenly, molly jerked and emitted a groan of pleasure. 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 move this to the sleeping room,"Selene purred, feeling the unique intimate impulse from the night of the Christmastime party returning.

Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her feet and carried her with only his fag end. Retracting his annexe into his back, he followed Selene into the bedchamber and lowered Molly onto the bed, who was filled with both little terror at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual inflammation as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a step back as genus Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked mouth with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the previous undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two raw woman were pressed against each early. Without dress in the way, Selene slid her hand down Molly's flat belly and began working her fingers between her leg, getting the diffused pale mouth as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged molly's breasts.

observance Selene and molly's glossa rub against each other in an oil saltation between their rim, Baltoh could no longer contain his throbbing sex crusade. He pulled off his own wearing apparel, instantly catching a hungry look from mollie as she laid eyes on his muscular erection. His tail swishing and jumping behind him in agitation, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her legs wide to call for him and Selene moved her mitt, granting him access to the blonde beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at genus Selene, seeking substantiation one last meter that she wanted this. Selene ended her kiss and nodded to him, causing molly to look down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his retentive branched tongue and tickled the very outside of her vagina. molly's breathing became fast and grievous and she bit her lip as the two confidential information of his knife gently touched her soft physical body, taking an initial perceptiveness of her juices. Baltoh licked her a indorse prison term, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and thrill in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making give a shriek whine of joy as he orally entered her. He began swishing his tongue around and side to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his mouth against the incoming, stimulating her button in ways that she had never before feel. Molly moaned in ecstasy, unable to comprehend the pleasure that he was giving her. At her moans, Selene got up on her knees with molly's psyche resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her face. Molly hungrily took them with her brim, sucking on her bequeath nipple and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her liveliness depended on it. Feeling her Quaker excite the nerve termination with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her psyche back, letting the affectionate jubilation roll over while she flexed her fingers in her slit, taking them out after every early 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 pap.

With his face buried between Molly's peg, Baltoh looked up at genus Selene through his burning anchor ring. Selene winked at him and he winked in return, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juice were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would bear been the unspoilt climax of my biography !"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 lips pressed against Molly's lips.

Baltoh sat up on his pegleg and lifted his dick, pointing it right at molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

molly licked her lip and got on her workforce and human knee with her neck hang. She tentatively wrapped her paw around his phallus, ineffectual to even touch her fingers to her thumb. She moved her hand back and Forth River, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just inches from her face. She slowly took the head in her oral fissure, trying to fit as lots as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her natural language tickling and smell every centimeter of the hot pelt, flitting and wiggling it in the slit at the top and working it under the ridgeline above the beginning of the ray of light. molly began bobbing her chief back and Forth River, trying to see how a good deal of Baltoh's rooster she could take with the tip prodding the back of her pharynx and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of blow from Selene's actions. With most of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, Selene was forced to lay sidelong across her pillow. She had a coy smile on her face, having just inserted her finger into molly's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the blotto orifice, taking great pleasure in watching Molly squirm. She then removed her finger's breadth and wrapped her rim around it, sucking it clean. Taking the first step, she spread Molly's ass cheeks and pressed her lips against her anus while inserting her tongue. mollie groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's tongue stirring her asshole and the wetness of her lip intermixture with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on mollie's arse, Selene worked her digit in her cunt, often stopping to cultivate the puss succus into Molly's anus. When she did this, she would remove her mouth and cultivate her fingers into the pack, 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 whitened glob of spittle nestled right the sensitive flexure of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, mollie would often guide Baltoh's putz out of her lip, just so that she could sprinkle on the head and then rub her spittle across the shaft. She would smear his cock across her typeface, coating herself in her spittle and Baltoh's pre-cum like war paint, and put it back in her mouth, where her head would bob back and forth as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few proceedings, Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. Selene hungrily took it, licking the irradiation and brain slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most delicious Popsicle on earthly concern. With a warm grin, Baltoh reached down and brushed her hair, making her feel at him with lovemaking and happiness in her optic. She took his cock out of her sass and gave it back to molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's spit.

genus Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her peg spread. mollie reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a long and passionate kiss to show that his touch for her were in no way affected by mollie's presence, and Selene returned the kiss to answer the content. With a smiling, he sat on his dog and put it strut right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and pain as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a clenched fist, making her arch her back and clutches the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his cock lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the hips and began driving deep into her with foresightful right push, very slowly bringing up his f number as he stretched her kitty-cat to the take point. Beside them, Molly was fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, staring at genus Selene with envy and restlessness as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action, she swung her leg over Selene's nous and began straddling her human face in the Lapp way genus Selene had rode hers during the Noel party. Selene grabbed Molly's glorious ass and gorged herself on her slit, making the blonde have to angle over on all fours from the paralyzing waves of joy genus Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his wide-cut speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's twat like a motorcar, making the bed creak like a room full of rocking chairs and Selene's mammilla leaping and roll like two water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her boob, all the piece fucking her with mighty golf stroke of his renal pelvis. His knife-like barbed tail was jerking and whipping the trading floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at Molly's stave ass less than half a metrical unit from his facial expression. He leaned forward and inserted his spit into her anus the way genus Selene had done and pressed his lips against the closed chain, anally pleasuring her with his backtalk. From the unbelievable stimulation in her bitch and asshole, molly was moaning in delight, gyrating her hips while Selene feasted on her luscious pussy and Baltoh licked every corner of her asshole with the brass rubbing against his face, loving the vacuum taste.

"Oh god !"Molly cried out, having an coming that shook her to the point that she thought that she would fall apart like a house of wit.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop defeat as she experienced an anatomical reference seism of animal satisfaction. As the orgasm came to an end, Molly dismounted Selene as if her face was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the enlistment De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the mouth of her kitty. Selene sat up, her face and hair wet with mollie's juices, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the smack that filled their mouths.

"Oh please bed me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at mollie, Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."consecrate it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused grinning and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each beat of his warmheartedness. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as lighter as air and lowered her onto his lap cladding him. Shaky with inflammation, Molly grasped his cock and guided it to her cunt, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to nobble herself up off her knee just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the head against her rim and tried to channelise it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size. Gripping her by the hips, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her scream as if she had just been stabbed. Molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to work the huge shape inside her ; it felt like a Python was trying to turn her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the Leigh Hunt, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at mollie with a coy look her aspect, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a attender kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and settle down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to crop, probing her cunt with his spit and working his lips against the entrance. With her whole body palpitation, mollie began shifting back and forth to the sides, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the prick inside her but slowly gaining some expiation out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her Quaker with a yearn and gentle candy kiss. Their tongues passed their lips and began to whirl and enclose around each other, forming glistening threads of wetness between their mouths. Together they formed a Great Pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this locating, the more energetic mollie was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to tolerate a few inches of bouncing.

sightedness that mollie was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to take it to the next stage. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juice off his face."shuffle her shrieking,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned mollie around on his cock so that her spine was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected bm. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her thigh-slapper in botheration like the inaugural time. He lifted her up with ease, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled Molly back down onto his cock. She screamed again, this time with some joy in her voice. He lifted her up a third base time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high groan. With a smile, he began moving her like a giant fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little attempt. It took her a patch, but in time, she began to demand immeasurable pleasure in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her organic structure and lifting her up and down, Molly was rubbing her pussy in bliss, which was stretched to its absolute maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sweat off her naked body.

property her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own body, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his ball sack was an indistinguishable blur. Molly's screams and moan were silenced and replaced with a mystifying gagging auditory sensation. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body became gimp as she tried to process the intense sensations blasting through her mineral vein. Baltoh's peter was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her peg were completely numb. This was mankind beyond any fucking she had ever received with a human, and her body could barely cope with the active buffeting that Baltoh's bulging humanness was inflicting on her. The jumpy slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after sexual climax until Baltoh finally had to arrest to enamour his breath. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her abdomen, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't trouble, she's fine. I kept a stopping point eye on her physical and mental province to make sure I didn't endanger her or inflict any actual trauma. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the mavin she felt while I fucked her and all the climax she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced capture. It's completely harmless, her brain is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, genus Selene licked her lips and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her ally'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 pussy like a whisk broom and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten hour, Molly began to shift, waking back up. Hearing her hums of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's cock and lied down on top of molly, rubbing her breasts against her champion's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in pleasure and her center bolt open.

As Baltoh moved back and Forth inside mollie, Selene kissed her neck opening and rubbed their naked consistence together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, make out my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"Molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her kitty-cat didn't pulling away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juice to slide his cock between her firm ass face like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her subdued build as he diverted the school principal back into Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of molly, Selene purred as her cunt was stretched like a golosh dance band and her oily juices dripped into Molly's diffuse ass. Baltoh began moving back and forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could sustain grinding his dick in between molly's placid ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his intact prick into her thirsty pussy. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast mighty strokes, genus Selene couldn't block off herself from moaning in ecstasy. With 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 arousal.

"That's right sister, fuck me !"Selene groaned as her hotness made her bluff and excited.

After a few minutes of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening pecker into her deliciously soft twat, using the wetness from Selene as lube.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full pep pill while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and Forth between the spooning cleaning woman, fucking one for several minute of arc before moving to the other. As they took turns being fucked, genus Selene and mollie were running their hands and touching themselves, though with Molly having her binding to Selene, she had to mostly satisfy herself with rubbing her own pussy or fingering her devotee's asshole.

"Please, let me suck it. I really want to suck it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his cock out of Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a scissure whore, Molly turned and tried to work out Baltoh's shaft, but genus Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to try it,"Molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a heavy ball of saliva. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her booster's spit and vaginal fluids as if her aliveness depended on it. While Molly blew Baltoh, Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, 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 nerves as the meaning hit him like a slap from a wet hand, unsure of if it was even anatomically potential to fit his rooster in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the last thing he wanted to do was cause the woman he loved any forcible irritation, her words did give him an easing affectionateness. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no lies, neither to him or herself. She truly did desire him and bed him.

Molly sat back, a look of astonishment on her grimace as she realized that now was her time to bring home the bacon the two devotee with some space. With Selene on all quaternary, Baltoh leaned over and left a line of kisses up her dorsum and along her shoulder and cervix, making her purr at his touch."Are you surely 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 nuisance I will feel will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the back of the ear and then sat up.

"Wait, let me help oneself,"mollie said softly, kissing Baltoh on the articulatio humeri and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread genus Selene's ebony ass cheeks and stretched her dickhead with her middle finger's breadth. Convulsing her cheeks, Molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva heterosexual person into genus Selene's anus, filling it up and making it bubble over so that a humble flow flowed down in between the moist lips of her puss. Taking a deep breathing spell, Baltoh pressed the head of his dick against her anele cocksucker and slowly tried to force it in. Immediately, he grunted from the closeness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the head in ; it was like trying to sleep with a gum elastic band for a lobster chela. He continued to bear on, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every glob of saliva she could gather onto the head of Baltoh's phallus, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a long crack in the floor with his after part as he finally managed to pop the head of his cock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to pocket-sized. Selene had her face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in botheration but not complaining and not signaling him to cease or retard down.

Now that he had worked the head in, the heavy part was over. Grateful for all the saliva that Selene and mollie had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push button forward, millimeter by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to hold the tightness while mollie supportably spread Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her haircloth, kissing her defenseless flesh, and even working her finger's breadth between Selene's legs.

fourth dimension passed, the minutes on the genus Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each column inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the demarcation line that he could penetrate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her cheek as if checking for a fever.

"I'm fine, just be docile,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her lower spine, giving Selene a moment to get accustomed to the great pot stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to pull out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and flinch. Keeping his head inside, he came to a plosive 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 act slowly, Baltoh could finally take note of how upright her anus felt. While her pussycat had not nearly been as soaked and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a unusual fit around his stopcock. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all sides equally, and while it was clenching with unbelievable force, it was a much more natural fit.

burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave Selene a hour before retracting his member, this fourth dimension pulling it back in a single stroke. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in joy 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 look so good. Just like that child, just like that,"she purred, laying her header down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft kiss on her rachis and stood up, unable to fuck her on his knee due to the Angle of her ass. He reinserted his putz and proceeded to take up a slack and steady rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his humanity. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in recollective slow stroke, turning her hums into moans of blissfulness that were slowly growing in book as he grew in speed. While he rocked her world, mollie was behind her with her fount buried in genus Selene's exposed twat, taking the opportunity to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fasting pace and the apartment was filled with the sounds of Selene's ass slapping against his thigh and her glorious moans of pleasure, both from the anal penetration and her best friend gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old menage as it struggled to handle the downwards slams of Baltoh plunging into Selene's bastard. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her shit with such speed and major power that it would forever be as loose as a couple of sweatpants. Selene was giving a never-ending screaming of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all touch sensation from the waist down except the sensation of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless sentiency shot through every character of her being.

After ten irregular, she became as hitch as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to slide by out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping undecided and refused to bring back to its original sizing. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her mouth, rich throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavoring of genus Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thick coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my act. I want you to bed my ass just like you fucked hers,"molly said.

"genus Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just demand a minute to rest. She deserves to feel as good as I did."

Molly moved to the fundament of the bed and got on all 4, spitting into her hand and smearing her spittle in her anus. She even spread her ass impudence and pulled the hoop capable so that Baltoh could spatter into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't worry, it won't be as hard as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a sexy wink.

Baltoh gave a bore smile and got back on his stifle, moving over to her and pressing the head of his tool against her asshole. Gritting his teeth against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with Molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly miserly, she had been right when she said that she was easier 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 commingle with screeching of infliction.

Baltoh was able-bodied to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with genus Selene. Gripping molly's rosehip, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her voice to increase in book while his speed slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thigh with the same splendid clapping sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his maximum speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet smile on her cheek, and the unparalleled love in her heart. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the kiss, Baltoh went up to his top speed, fucking mollie's prick so hard and so fast that the strait she was making almost sounded inhuman and the slam of his cock could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while Selene gently ran her hand across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly gimcrack cry as Baltoh gave her a thunderous orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping crater. mollie collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't hold out much longer. My toughness has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"funny remark, you've been fighting nonstop for thousand of year, but a couple women from dry land can will you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the cheek. She then looked at her friend."mollie, how about we finish him the same way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than willing, Molly sat up with a grin."I'd making love to."

With mollie to his right and Selene to his left field, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two charwoman moved closer to each other, interlocking their legs and getting into the scissoring lieu with Baltoh's pecker between their pussy. Gyrating their rose hip, the two women began grinding the lip of their puss against the shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became heavy as the soft skin rubbed against his dick in a way alike to a bridge player job. Just the mental feeling and the image were as good as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and sexual acquaintanceship. Selene and mollie were groaning softly in pleasance as they grinded his cock against their swollen pussies, loving the feeling the hot member against the lips, their placid second joint rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each early's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as various midst streams of ejaculate shot out and up from the fountainhead, far more than any veritable human amount. The white outflow covered Selene and Molly's laps, basically glazing their snatch in sperm. Staying pressed together, genus Selene and molly slowly scraped the come off his cock and resettled on his branch, scissoring to the detail of orgasm as they both savored the opinion of Baltoh's seed sliding between their smooth wet pussies and the softness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two woman separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their kitty-cat as if it were chocolate syrup. After every glob was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his sides like affectionate cats.

"That truly was most enjoyable,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two charwoman just hummed in tired agreement with their faces buried his chest of drawers. With a grinning, Baltoh sat up for a moment to let his wings extend from his body, them wrapped them around the char's naked bodies and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so glad we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able to hold open her center open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always cook and hungry for cock,"Molly replied, giving a small stretch 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 ask round me too often,"molly then said.

Selene opened her eyes and looked at molly."What's wrong ?"

"Nothing. I would have a go at it to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in love, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together most of the time, and this isn't a relationship for three. consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde peach and licking Baltoh's semen out of every corner of her mouthpiece."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire lower body is completely numb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that hard every day of the hebdomad, but I also know that you truly mean that, and I thank you,"said genus Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the forehead and then genus Selene on the sassing. Kept warm by his trunk heat from their naked bodies pressed together and the blanket-like annexe, Selene and mollie slowly drifted to sleep with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his chest. With a smiling on his face, Baltoh rested his nerve against the top of genus Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hour later in the centre of the night, fully rejuvenated. Selene and mollie were still pressed against him in the like position, their naked bodies feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fears were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't stir in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his metrical unit, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their arms were wrapped around each other's au naturel bodies, their mammilla were touching, and their foreheads were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his organic structure. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping woman. They both looked so passive, so beautiful, and so aphrodisiac. He desperately wished he could climb under the covers with them and fall asleep with their naked bodies pressed against his, but after the firstly dark he spent with Selene, he could not run a risk it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New York urban center when there were now six fiend that could strike at any time. Even with the archangel around, the dying toll would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the tomentum out of their faces, smiling as he admired their beauty. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the synagogue, 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 genus Selene first made love, and to Baltoh, it was the greatest month of his animation, as well as the most crystalise. Every day, often multiple times, he and Selene would get together and reenact that odoriferous passionate alliance. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine beauty, and loved her for her sweet soul and attendant heart. Selene was very similar in that regard, in that zip could ever appease her desire to ride and take up Baltoh's muscular cock. indisputable, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being cozy with Baltoh was turning her into a tempestuous hellcat, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a Demon in the shift. She just couldn't mapping without either walking bowlegged after being tantalize like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every instant that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving forcible bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as practically metre as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about genus Selene's past and trying to learn as much as he could about the woman he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious mind to learn as a great deal as she could about the way his idea worked. Since he didn't have much of a yesteryear to mouth of, she instead asked him about affair like philosophy, account, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the gears in his judgment turned. She also asked him doubt about the universe of discourse and Hell, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the masses he had met, the battles he had fought, the escapade he had experienced, and his memories from life sentence in the inferno. There were also question about his activeness on Earth, as when Selene discovered just how much collected time he had spent in the world of the livelihood since his birth, she found that they had a lot more to talk about than she thought.

He also got to spend sentence with Molly, who treated him the same way she treated Selene. His relationship with her was the first of its kind, caring but platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a buff. With Rosemary, he had learned to be a teacher, and with Molly, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialise. Then of course of instruction there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lover for threesomes, her thirst for Baltoh's cock and Selene's pussy bringing her to the apartment a few times a hebdomad. Baltoh certainly didn't brain, 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 world was complete.



The six Demons all stood around a small campfire of homo finger cymbals from their stopping point meal, deep below the city. All eyes were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in charge of this task. Only he could earn the decisiveness for the next step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would deliver the goods or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle commotion out on the fringe. He had slain the lone animate being while it fed on a drug addict passed out in an alley, only to have his attending drawn back to genus Selene's apartment through the feather he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could smell out big concern and pain, and knew without a shadow of a incertitude that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another threesome with her and Molly, and now both women were in danger.

He was flying through the metropolis faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, stronger than the void of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so a good deal power that every window in the building lining the streets was reduced to powderize and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen foliage, essentially turning the outer space behind him into a blizzard of Methedrine and rubble.

Baltoh's cheek was contorted into a furious frown as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his brand in script and his teeth and claw sharpening in his furor. Whoever it was that dared attack Selene, he would make them lose the tortures of hell on earth a thousand times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment construction had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit was in ruins, with all the article of furniture smashed to pieces and the rampart shredded with chela marks. Selene was gone and in the centre of the apartment lay molly, the life torn from her excruciate body. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen floor and moved into the core of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a gothic anguish wheel, her radiocarpal joint and mortise joint nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's lifeless cadaver, his eye all-encompassing and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the worst overrefinement of nether region, but seeing her, the womanhood he considered his dear Quaker and had been physically suggest with, lying there on that table was more than he could stomach. Her entire pelvic part had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point where her pelvis was crushed into splinters and her legs were barely clinging to her organic structure. Her thigh as ass nerve were riddled with bite marks and had chunks ripped out of them from when the demon decided to sample her soft figure. Her breasts had been reduced to thick blooming cartoon strip, having been carved and cut up in pointless anguish to progress to her suffer. Her digit were humbled and her subdivision were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbed wire. Her straits was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to take back Demon sperm cell. Her brass had been ripped open, almost probable by stroke when the Demons took turns raping her mouth. Her eyelid had been cut off so that she could not blink and the eyes themselves had been carved out. Her ear had been ripped off and she teeth marks along her throat. Last but certainly not to the lowest degree, her face was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by monster spermatozoon being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hired man shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's lifeless dead body, holding it tightly."I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will revenge you, gratifying somebody,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his forehead.

In his fondness, the touch he had developed for her were now like poison in his nervure as he mourned her passing. However they did it, the devil had tortured Molly far long than the signal of genus Selene's peril had been felt. nigh likely, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still numb, probably kept from waking up through a demon spell. Everyone in the flat 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 fiend, but they would have been an annoyance and an interruption. After all the eons he had spent being tortured in perdition as a legion of human souls, he could well imagine the bother she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from Molly by a plangency sound. Situated on one of the pot form the island mesa, Selene's speech sound sat two meter away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the cruelty through the phone line without even holding the earphone. Trying to keep his temper in confirmation, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a tall piece of engineering that these man have invented. The power to verbalize to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's voice remarked on the early end.

"You've already signed your demise guarantee. For dragging Selene into this, I will form you suffer more suffering than all the prisoners of Hell across all of history. I will visit to a greater extent pain on you than your unsound nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the nuisance that Molly went through. I will show no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his voice icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't concern, we haven't touched genus Selene. That blonde miss was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to mention she served as a ripe case. But hoot, she sure could take a tool and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like rotten melons. Hmmm, delicious. But the best percentage was how she screamed your name."

"Every watchword you speak will be another million thoughts that raceway through your idea in which you pray for death."

"I would watch the threats 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 derriere so that I can experience that body of hers, and boy, it surely is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her boldness as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breath."What do you want ?"

"Your supporter. Once the sun comes up in a few hours, we shall make our relocation. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also continue us good from the effect of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep every holy man and Archangel out of our affairs. If any of us sees so much as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my associates and I will expend every second of our lives tormenting this fiddling bitch in ways learned straight from the Masters of agony themselves. She will suffer Thomas More than any human, living or numb, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better proceed the angel busy, because if you fail, Selene will debate being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in entrepot for her."



The sun slowly rose with a hopeful rosy-cheeked red spectre, giving Abaddon a maniacal grin as he thought about the profligate soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical center of New House of York City, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby bowling alley, genus Selene was tied up with the behind of Abaddon's last remaining Gargoyle, shivering as the breeze kissed her naked flesh the Saame way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's dead soundbox she had stumbled across in her ruin flat. Her nerve was streaked with tears at the horrible sight of molly's bloody butchered carcass and the belief of dread helplessness that flowed through her veins like ice water.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and Molly's dress still on the floor. She got up to look for her Quaker, wanting to go back to sleep clutching mollie's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the touch sensation of her soft cutis against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find mollie and maybe eat trivial late-night snack off her boob, and instead found her best admirer and lesbian lover nailed to her island table, getting her entrails ripped out and run through by four daemon while the fifth raped her sassing.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to touch the feathering and brisk Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my sexy little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and drunkenness in the fright in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its tail, silently crying over the death of her supporter and praying for the man she loved to come save her. She wanted to scream, to promise out for someone to serve her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a strait, he would cut off her tits, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a deep breathing place and stretched. The time had finally come. Dredging up his force, he crouched down and slammed his helping hand on the ground, casting a enchantment and sending out an vigor signal his Comrade to do the Lapp."monster Art : Horror obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised zip stratum, the four stationed-Archangels took flying, rushing to the scene. Flying in organisation, they zoomed towards the website but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a rocklike expression on his grimace and sword in deal.

Raphael drew his claymore mine and pointed it at him."What the Hades are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you snuff it,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his slope.

Growling, Michael materialized his steel as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the Demons'side since the beginning !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very strain and guarded smell on her facial expression but rarity in her eyes."No, I am not on the fiend'side. They are holding the charwoman I love, and in tax return for her safe yield, I must prevent you from interfering. Do not control it against me, for I am doing this lone to get her back."

"One man is not worth the whole creation !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his sword raised. He swung his brand diagonally, aiming for his neck opening, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a shaver swinging his teacher's meter ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his sword and plunged it into Michael's chest, right below the nerve.

The steel burst out his vertebral column and Michael vomited a huge splattering of blood. The other Archangels stared in jolt at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his leaf blade free, tearing out comic strip of Michael's flesh that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second meter, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood streaming from his mouth.

"That should designate you how dedicated I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to splatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key dot where the symbolic representation had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their paw on the dry land, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"monster Art : conflagration Abyss Summoning !"



"Angel Art : holy man Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six Demon locations, cease their spell at all cost !"Gabriel cast, using the spell to contact all the Angel Falls in New York while Raffaello Sanzio caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"saint Art : Crusader Cathedral Summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
down feather below them, a nearby building shattered as a new social organisation was built in its place, a massive cathedral built solely out of a undivided spell of marble. The window of the rarefied church were all colored and ornately arranged to form collage of saints, made with inhuman skill and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the great oak doors was a rose window, made of glass mingle with gold and silver grey to imprint a sun surrounded by hotshot. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of backer, all in poses of supplicant or brotherly love, and the Melville Bell tower was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their blade in hired man but resting with the tips on the flat coat, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tugboat was a clay dove, holding an olive branch in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the multitude in the street and nearby edifice fled at the original structure's collapse. Slowly, the door opened and angel streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scenery. The Crusading duomo worked on Angels in the Same way the Conjuring cemetery worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of macrocosm to help whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this shell, all the Angels that were on their way to try and block the Demons had now been teleported to the scene of the engagement.

Baltoh calmly pointed his manus at them."Angel Art : prayer beads Restraints."Countless range of mountains of rosary astragal were shot down at the angel, tying them all up so that they could not leave and round the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to restrain Selene safety, even if that means taking part in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"Wait,"Rosemary said, putting her hand on Gabriel's shoulder to barricade him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to demolish the earth, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the char 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 arguing and engagement as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each cause rival in worthiness !"she said with painful firmness in her representative. Holding out her mitt, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more judgment. You will harbour zero against us and we will hold nothing against you. We fight with purity, using only our swords, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both archangel flew towards him and brought their blade down towards his head, but he blocked them with his own with fiddling elbow grease. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a stool pigeon plan of attack from tooshie. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and rosemary back, then delivered a mystifying cut across their stomachs and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the ground, Rosemary quickly cast a healing magical spell on herself. While her form and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his thug, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not get together our regard ? Are you afraid to look upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : Halo discus !"she called, pulling a chain of annulus from the one above her brain 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 fox gloriole. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of pang and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"Demon Art : dark Shackles."From the alloy circle around his articulatio radiocarpea, respective bladed chains charge forth like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you crusade us now with so much ignominy when you have shown no hesitation in striking down an garden angelica before ? Why do you overcome us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three daytime ?'Rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of Feather Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the attack. rosemary shot forward with albumen flames streaming up her brand, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his defense mechanism to immobilize her flack, deflecting the strike with a lazy swing of his sword, still keeping his cheek plaster cast in shadow. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like Rosmarinus officinalis, his sword was burning with clean flame, increasing the penetrating power so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the crossbreed's back, lodging the tip in the solid brawniness but ineffectual to go in past the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no answer to it, as if he hadn't even felt the brand President Pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his fingerbreadth at Rosemary with a black-market sector of energy charging at the tip of his nipper."devil Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense eruption of shadow energy that was so large in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her flesh badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the corpse of her outfit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us strike you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to stymy our attacks or penalise yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raffaello Santi, pulling the sword from his helping hand with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical line down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and ineffective to uphold his elevation, Raffaello Santi landed in the street in a pool of his own bloodline.

Baltoh looked to the English, spotting Michael trying to slip away to go blockade Abaddon. With his hand limp and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."Demon Art : Claw Bullets,"he cast, launching his talons like rounds from mini hitman at Michael.

The claw ripped apart the street like trench mortar casing as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor fastball and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate penance !"Gabriel form, finally breaking destitute of his straightjacket of blaze chains.

Upon the name of the spell, a car-sized wooden cross fell out of the sky, straight towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land public square on the top of his point, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed her Robert Burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so settle down and normalize, your burning hatred under control condition and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the heating system and mogul is still there, but the flames have died out, leaving only suntan. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so very much anger in your ticker, so much hatred ?'

With roars of determination, she and Gabriel shooter towards Baltoh with their brand burning with white flame, desperate to deliver any harm. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his head to try and save a killing smasher and Rosemary went towards the slope, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his care. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's attack, but before Rosemary could assume, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his helping hand, sending his clawed fingers bursting out of a yawn hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his after part and stabbed Rosemary through the breadbasket, 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 times her.

Rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raffaello Santi limped over to help them with their injuries as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power levels one live on time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their vim into their brand. In their Black Maria, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and circumvent him.

Roaring in both thwarting and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their swords held back, prepare to stab.

"Angel Art : Crusading lope,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four archangel all stopped in midflight as fountains of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in pain as they looked down. In a single nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the venter, cutting so deep that he had been just a few column inch away from completely severing their lower bodies. Their body cut open and ineffectual to walk, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's door. Unable to break off liberate of the rosary chain that held them like piano wire, the crowd of angel could do nothing but watch in horror and dread as their leaders crawled across the ground like worms, beaten and exhausted. The four fighters grouped together, desperate to fare up with some sort of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every scrap we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this weak and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up line of descent from all of his viscera being cut right through.

"If we attack from the front, he gets us with his sword. plan of attack from the English, he blocks with his annexe. Attack from bottom, he lashes out with that damned posterior. We can't even beat him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Sanzio muttered, holding his glowing hand between the two half of his body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many injuries on us, so I always assumed our power grade were actually last. But now, he's going for line. He's never truly gone after our sprightliness,"Gabriel panted, his Kuki streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to social function.

Rosemary slowly got to her ft, having healed herself just enough so that she could stomach up, but was still using her hired man to stay fresh her organ from spilling out."No, if he wanted us utterly, we wouldn't have even been able to eviscerate our blade. He just wants to keep us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his nerve and fighting for the char he loves, the one adult female who can truly study away his hatred."

Upon healing his wound, Michael stood up without turning to his supporter."I'll hold him off, you three search that Demon down and stop his architectural plan. There is only one way I can even feature a chance of matching his military strength, just stool sure it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the Lapp 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 sword."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's unsufferable for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're stronger, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right hired hand towards his left hand wrist.

"Angel Art : Final crucifixion ! daemon Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

Two crossing rose up behind Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio, making their faces pale in fear. But even though the mark were summoned, the piece did not fully activate due to Baltoh's ascendance. A Brobdingnagian skeletal script then burst and grabbed Rosmarinus officinalis, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary chains, I swear on everything between promised land and blaze that I will kill them. proceed your script an inch and I will induct the crucifixion for your brothers and their deaths will be on your sense of right and wrong. I have cipher against the girl, so I will part with her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The stalemate was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the Angelica Archangelica all sensed the Demons complete their spells. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their cite artifact rose up from the semi-permeable vena portae to Hades. The objects they had summoned were house-sized cauldrons, adorned with etching of world being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid fire. The oral cavity of the caldron were actually portals, leading straight to the Lake of Fire in the center of hell on earth. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the caster would pull their enemies into it and incinerate them in the inferno. However, they would all serve different purpose on this day.

In the snapper of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his revulsion Obelisk began to beam and sent out a wave of glowering vim like an EMP. The undulation stretched out in all directions like the beginnings of a tsunami, having no affect on the urban center itself but supercharging the inferno abysm. Upon receiving the strengthening transmittance, the five cauldrons all shot geysers of red region straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with black swarm and the sun became dark-skinned as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldron changed their purpose, no longer pulling things into Hell but instead sending them out.

fence of red Light and hellfire shot out from each caldron, linking them to each other with the red visible light forming a pentagram around all of New House of York urban center with the Horror dagger in the center and the Hellfire encircling it all in a massive pack. Upon the pattern's completion, there was a deafening clang heard throughout the humankind as the ring of Hellfire torus through the dimensional barrier between Earth and Hell like a cookie carver. Across the globe, people were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New York was instantly incinerated in the bulwark of Hellfire. Even the water flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on inter-group communication with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to happen, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to fight Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The archangel quickly followed suit, praying that they would be able to overrule whatever had happened. Baltoh was the number one to arrive at the horror dagger, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow daemon. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as saturnine as twilight, the demon were no longer unseeable, scaring off any mass who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its shadow, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the tightness in his breast as he looked at her, searching for any sign of injury or injury.

"What the infernal region have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"hellhole, Hades is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were able to soften the roadblock between universes and open the portal to Hades. As we speak, this city is slowly go down, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will dip in between the dimension, and once it gets right between them, it shall be obliterated and the truthful doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the metropolis from nether region. You should say au revoir to New York, because it will be a section of Earth for only another two weeks, and in a calendar month it will be obliterated and a lawful inter-dimensional room access will be opened in its place. This city is essentially a hot ember on a tack of paper, burning through and creating a muddle that can not be fixed.

If you want mortal to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving bits and slice of his free energy from jumping between property were we capable to produce a portal horse barn enough for a few of us to pass through. You have no musical theme how many eons we had to wait in Hell to gather enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his eyes downcast and was staring at the earth with origin dripping from his clinched clenched fist.

True to Abaddon's lyric, the metropolis was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the ground by the thou, 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 city, but were unable to pass the burning ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a Roman mile above the wall of Hellfire. Until the portal site was truly opened, the forces of underworld could get into New York, but they could not pull up stakes and neither could mankind get in. Following the reasonless pawns, daimon began to appear by the scores, laughing at their imminent freedom as they began feasting on the the great unwashed of New York.

"Even if you destroy this dagger or the hell Abysses, you will not stop the process. The room access has already been carved, now we just need to hold back for this city to go down between universes and open it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, return me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his aspect downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instruction manual. You promised me you would take back Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his nimbus burning like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is gratuitous to go. look at back your weakness."

Upon the bidding of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her invertebrate foot and released her. Nearly falling to the solid ground, genus Selene stared at Baltoh with wide centre as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the same commonwealth, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their subdivision around each other, holding each early tightly as they each breathed in Henry 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 human face in the side of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a paw on his articulatio humeri and was face to face with Michael, who had a much softer expression his typeface."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this adult female has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how intemperate we just fought, I think I can finally trust you in your resoluteness to face up these daemon. Don't get me incorrectly ; I hate you, I think you're an execration, and we still have a score to get back after this, but I think it's fourth dimension for us to finally puzzle out on the Same side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his sword slung over his shoulder joint and one of his rare smiles on his typeface."So, if my info is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of fuss, 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 reenforcement, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the land.

Instantly, all the daemon and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding beam of aureate illumination shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the centre of attention of the Light Within were K of angel and tons of archangel, entering the null-space of New York and ready for battle. The armies of Shangri-la landed on the cap of construction and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapons, as well as all the monster situated behind them and in the sky.

"genus Selene, I have to get you to safe,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by Demons and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the buss, but suddenly, genus Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something shot him in the breadbasket. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breather being ripped from his lungs. genus Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton of a ophidian and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the massive battle that was imminent just a few import ago was now stopped as every holy man, Gargoyle, garden angelica, and Demon stared at the two devotee. With wide eyes, Abaddon looked up at a demon standing on a nearby building. The beast was laughing as it drew another javelin from the back of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a traitor.

But while the daimon was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as stemma began to rain cats and dogs from the wounding.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind unable to serve the spate of her wound. Her all dead body quiver, genus Selene tried to put her mitt on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the arm of Negroid flaming flared up and began to consume her. genus Selene shrieked in pain as the fire ate away at her with incredible speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how much mogul her put into the turn, her infirm human eubstance was the gross fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the blacken fire moved out in all instruction, reducing her body to ash in instant. Not only was it destroying her dead body, but her person as well, meaning that she would cease to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flame moved up her dresser, practically erasing her from beingness.

Baltoh tried to talk but his song cords failed to influence, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his back talk hanging undetermined as he desperately tried to talk. Even though he couldn't say anything, Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her sass against his before the black flame fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's blazonry closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his all body shaking and air refusing to enter or leave his lungs. All the Angels and Archangels were silent, while the Gargoyles and daimon laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatise hybrid lowered his shaking mitt, scooping up the ashes that had once been the woman he loved. He stared at the smutty gunpowder in his ribbon, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first tears that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingers and two stripe of tears ran down his face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breathing time and released a howling of anguish.

While the cry had a rule book, it was carried by Baltoh's vitality and spread across the ball. Everywhere, citizenry turned their attending away from the hellish sky and their supplication as the howl reached their pinna, so pure with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knees by its weighting. The sound was so laborious, so mournful, and so painful, that everyone who heard it could literally find Baltoh's pain sensation in their own meat, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New House of York, all the human race were ineffectual to stand as the sadness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the backbreaking due to their law of proximity to him, and all the Angelica Archangelica fought with all their might not to drop their sword as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an electric shock. Even the devil 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-in weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stop, and the totally world fell still. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would bump. Everyone ducked as broken crank suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the metropolis simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to seem in the ground around him. In a bully smash, a pool-sized volcanic crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the priming coat as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a mickle.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature twister wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ash tree and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his foot, his aspect downcast and hidden by his cap. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the inconspicuous weight of his vitality. The Gargoyles and Angels fell out of the sky like birds passing through a swarm of toxic gas and everyone on the primer gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his wings, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the level ground, facing Abaddon and the Horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my love, my power, and my hate,"he hissed, his face hidden in fantasm but his heart glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning halo began to promote, floating five feet above him. As he raised his wings and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you insane ? !"Rosemary shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the gloriole down, having it hover in battlefront of him vertically with his four offstage outstretched around it, holding it in place like four fingers around a coin.

"It's a turn unlike any former, his most sinewy technique. I saw him use it once when I was a greenhorn garden angelica trying to diminish the Gargoyle universe in hellhole. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like top executive it unleashed,"rosemary said, answering the Saame question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a turn so powerful that it has no figure and originates from neither alight nor darkness. It is hard enough to obliterate the Masters of Torture and giant. Even the hell on earth Princes are untrusting of its business leader !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyroscope between the tips of his fender

"Every clock time he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the unconscious process. It is a jet of pure energy straight person from his soul, the collective hate of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one waterspout of tycoon that puts Archangel and devil spells to attaint. If he uses that spell here, he could annihilate the stallion planet,"rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in speeding, Baltoh released an animalistic roar of anger and frustration with tears streaming from his space. Finally, the nimbus was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of visible radiation with energy streaming forth in ambient waves.

"tinker's dam it Baltoh, you'll destroy the world if you use that !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulsing, he released the Ne blast at Abaddon and his group. It was so bright that no one could look directly at it and the rebound threw every Angel and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a hundred feet full before it reached the Horror Obelisk. Using the specter shimmer go, Abaddon was just barely capable to get to rubber as the bang obliterated the other five demon, the dagger, and everything else in its way. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing edifice, Gargoyles, daemon, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a massive scar across New York City, the blast soared past the fence of red region and west out across the landscape painting, growing larger and more potent as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the world, the planetary curve took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and high instead of staying analog to the flat coat. By the time it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few mile and was shooting through space as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the end that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another hollering of wrath, charging a blast to uttermost power in just a couple second gear. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to elude just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this clock time at a slightly down angle to the northeast. Just like the first, the second neon blow instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal pep pill, growing to be a one C metre wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The attack carved another monumental scar across New York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly broken angle, the clap basically dive into the ocean, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the Northern Atlantic like a colossal zep, sending jumbo tidal waves in all directions as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the demesne masses in one-half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating cicatrix on the globe's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first time, Baltoh fired his third blast immediately, swinging it up to catch Abaddon in midair. The attack finally got him, annihilating the Demon once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the Moon, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second, it seemed like nothing would happen, then everyone gasped as a argumentation of bubbling mushroom swarm appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's repulsion, the moon itself was split in span, having been carved in half by the blast with the two one-half jettisoned by the resulting detonation. Every eubstance of water on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive blast as the splitting of the Sun Myung Moon caused a ruinous gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the satellite's core. Already, tsunamis were sweeping across huge stretches of land, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other Angel and archangel combined their world power and cast a repairing roadblock on the lunation, trying to put the two one-half back together before the damage to the terra firma became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and Demons hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The lustrous run engulfed unnumbered construction as it grew, and while most of the Demons were able to fudge the blast, several remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The bang washed over them like a overflow, converting their very atoms into thoroughgoing DOE as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his fifth blast, not caring what would come about, not knowing what would chance, and in so much pain that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the universe was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporise New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't precaution, he just wanted the botheration to go away.

Just as he was about to evoke, he stopped, his completely body as still as a statue from the feeling of diffuse custody pressed against his buttock. A pair of glowing white Angel wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning anchor ring stopped spinning and moved back above his forefront and his backstage fell slack. His entirely body shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's look, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smile and all the love in her eyes. She was wearing a Edward Douglas White Jr. clothes and hovering over her chief was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my dear sweet Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could throw come back Sooner, but it took time to go an holy person. God stepped in just in fourth dimension to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of buss.

As their lips separated, a stinging pain stabbed his mental capacity as he realized the unfathomable amount of destruction he had just brought forth for no grounds. Gripping his head, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his human knee with weeping falling from his centre as he considered all the guiltless people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, genus Selene, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were still alive and I gave into my ire. I killed all those people because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be backer and sent us here to aid you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her head. Baltoh looked in the guidance she was motioning to and spotted molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her face and a halo above her question. Miraculously, the minuscule vixen had gotten into Heaven.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would get made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the chance to save as many life story as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her brow against his.

"I'm so drab, Selene, I just have intercourse you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined lovers suddenly jerked as all of New York City began to stimulate, experiencing a massive drop in top. Descending an inch every second, the city began to sink into the planet. Rising up from the perimeter of hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the land, a bonce of blacken fastball formed above New York, separating New York from the major planet physically and visibly while it sank deeply and deeper, descending five invertebrate foot below sea level in a single minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his fundament, completely drained of vitality but full of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the ogre and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the city or going back to hellhole to be after for the next onset, and the military group of promised land were still trying to revivify the moon. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her finger's breadth around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can verbalize for all of us when I say that we have never faced a situation like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a board in the office of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the holy man or Angelica Archangelica hiding their being. The elbow room was willed with the great unwashed, including the new mayor ( the live on one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the chief of police, all the Archangels, Baltoh, Selene, several Angels, and multiple human being representatives for the hoi polloi of the city.

It had been two dozen minute since the room access had been established, and a body politic of exigency had been declared and New York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the ground that it was surrounded on all side by walls of stone in a shaft going down more than a naut mi beneath the Earth's surface of the planet. It was like sitting at the bottom of the giant fountainhead, but with the urban center painted red by the light for the red region that still burned around the margin.

exterior New York, every authorities was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no matter how hard the American English government worked to continue it a hugger-mugger, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the snapper of it all bedcover. Currently, US force were surrounding the heavy grim dome of condensed smoke around the metropolis while the top scientists in the nation tried to reckon out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of hellfire on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. nil could get through, not even sound, light, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the outside world, exponent and pass water were lost, and generators were creditworthy for any Light still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the Hellfire fences. The air was filled with fearfulness and desperation, people outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and water, and saying their orison. law were working without rest or reprieve as the partitioning of reality brought out the pillager and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New House of York to get weapons if they could or join together with citizenry who had artillery. This was going to be a really war, and everyone would make to fight. The endure twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the equipment casualty inside and outside of the urban center, and blessing every arm and heater that could be found. While the sanctum object would not be unattackable enough to select out a Demon, a consecrate scattergun carapace would be adequate to savage a maw in a Gargoyle's chest and shoot down it.

Finally, the opportunity to amount together and set out planning had arrived, and the force play of paradise, Baltoh, and the citizenry of New York were trying to project out some way they would endure. The legions of duskiness had not yet made their motility 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 transcend through property and that dome, we can not bring any humans with us. We can make people intangible though contact, but we can not transfer that kind of power to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the final exam obstruction in the room access being formed, when really, that covered stadium and the sides of the shaft are what are keeping the two creation separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the airfoil of earthly concern through this spear, but without Angel powers, they can never pervade the sides or that attic, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of Hellfire around the city is only about ten stories high up, but this stone prick is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a belch cutting New York off from the worldly concern. angel can pass through it, but homo and demonic forces can not. As we sink mystifying and deeper into the planet, this will be a boon, as it will hold this city from being incinerated by the earth's core.

Long fib short, excreting is not and choice, we can't get through the outside world, and supplies 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 people who want to fight but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the city with Angels to act as safety to the mass,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to assault your people, the Angels will stop them. As for the Demons, we will cover them. However, their numbers are most likely greater than ours, but we have Baltoh as our cornet card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this difference of opinion,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the host of Demons and Gargoyles means nothing if the initiative of the gateway will efface the city. Abaddon said that we have about a hebdomad before New York separates from Earth completely and a month before the gateway opens in its station. We have to count on out a way to revoke the procedure before then."

"Most likely the germ of this problem is in Scheol. We have to go down there and ruin whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't work,"Michael cursed."The effect of hell outnumber us a thousand to one in terms of fighters. If someone is a particularly greedy reprobate, then Hell will become their menage instead of their prison, and they will join the legions of dungeon masters that torture the other residents. They are known as the sinner, and these are the material hardcore bastards : the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty guy rope, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, consecutive sea wolf, series rapists, and all around sadists. These are the single that survive Hell and don't just dilapidate into ash and later go a part of a empire that forms a demon. These guys are evilness enough to get 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 torrent of foot soldiers, not to mention that there are far more daemon than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able to face the entirety of pit, their population is as dense as a dying asterisk. If I were to take on all of snake pit, they would just rinse over me like a tidal Wave. Not even I'm strong enough to face them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to reverse the process,"Raphael said."The Demons were able to spread up a threshold with simply homo emotions and go, so hopefully we can shut it in a similar way. We just need prison term to come up with an equally powerful ritual. We already destroyed the five Inferno abyss cauldrons in the five turning point of the metropolis, so we might be capable to reverse the physical process with a Hope Beacon in the eye of New York where the revulsion Obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the original cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simpleton. The fiend were only able to do this because this city was a colossal hub of anger and negative vigour, basically it was a jumbo weight on the fabric of space and sentence. We would birth to create an equal and opposition affect in ordering to even make a chance, and even then, it would probably only serve as a plug in sealing the gateway to Hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive get-up-and-go if we combined our ability or one of us broke a rosary chain,"Rosmarinus officinalis suggested.

"The strength of hellhole would flood the metropolis with their physical structure before letting us foil their plan. We have all of Hell beneath us with the bother and hatred of its residents wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every holy man and Archangel down here to impart his or her strength, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasma of hellhole. As brawny as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a forest ardour with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to keep from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this ? The humans, I mean,"the gaffer of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our time until we can issue forth up with a way to change by reversal all this. As for the citizenry, they'll just have to get by and take what is going on. When it comes to fighting, just hold sure that you get your weapons blessed and you don't end up facing a daemon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary chain of mountains ?"Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a verboten proficiency of the Angelica Archangelica. You have noticed the rosary chains that the others and I wear around our wrist, right ? Well if an Angelica Archangelica breaks them, they gain an insurmountable boost of power, one that is very brief but brings them up to my level of might. The Demons have a standardised move where they can breach their shackles, however, both moves result in Death.

A few Demons in chronicle that broke their shackles, but only because they did not know what the toll was. As I said before, daimon absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of dressing table. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a totality of five minutes, we were on a completely fifty-fifty playing bailiwick. For Archangels, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of garden angelica, God puts a sealing wax on their nous, which forbids them from committing that sin of self-destruction. He did it after Lucifer's rebellion. Michael threatened to break a prayer beads when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even subject of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the waste city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. Thick pillars of locoweed were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fervency and would burn to the land, since the fire scrapper couldn't afford to devastate any weewee. The Negro lines were barely visible against the rock walls of the slam New York had sank through, cast with a red twinkle from the fencing of Hellfire. It was only a thing of time until that firm rock candy would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but unable to bear on it.

Was it possible for the hoi polloi to survive ? To pull together and press this threat ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to serve everything."

"You've been working nonstop since the battle, you haven't allowed yourself to lie or regain your strength,"she said, wrapping her fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to hold up for. I made a huge misunderstanding that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of death, and I have to repent for my sinfulness,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a opportunity to spill 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 weird to imagine that I am abruptly, especially when I think about how distraught my kin will be. Molly is a wreck though. Becoming an holy man helped heal her nous of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the retentiveness alone is plenty to nearly drive her insane. I would contribute anything to be able to serve her. I just have to trust we can go this battle and live in peace. But we'll crossbreeding that bridgework when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don't think I could conduct to lose you again,"he said, lifting her mentum and kissing her. As their sass separated after the tender kiss, Selene gained a strong smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to assuage some of your stress,"she said, opening her backstage and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the grin on her typeface. Even during the end of the world, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a itemisation squab. Her childish giggles and ecstatic grin made Baltoh block all of his troubles and cares, replacing them instead with beloved and joy at the sight of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tail around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New House of York. After a few moment of soaring, they settled down in one of the metropolis's hotels, passing through the balcony window like ghosts. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signs of habitation. With a coy smile, Selene locked the doorway and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have particular 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 saint, I was completely converted 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 alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grinning, Selene stepped back to the foot of the bed and lowered the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the prevision. She tried to rive the dress down her hourglass fig, but it was caught and refused to incite. Unable to stamp down his laugh, Baltoh suggested she retract her pen up wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the Angel wings were pulled into her organic structure as if melting away.

With the annex gone, she fully removed the garb and undergarments, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous Diospyros ebenum form that drove him baseless. Her breasts were still corresponding melon and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areola and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her belly was still as flat as theme and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her hips had their common richness, with her thighs as smooth as glassful and as voiced as the ears of pup, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could rebound a quarter across the room while still rippling after a skillful skag and would put a Brazilian stripper to dishonor. Between her polish thighs, the lips of her kitty were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way potential.

Baltoh gazed upon her body as if experiencing a spiritual awakening, completely stunned by her godlike beaut and her unequalled sexiness. Wearing a wry smile, 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 puss and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the roof of the Sistine Chapel.

genus Selene laid down with her header on the pillow and her wings re-extended, diffuse out and stretched to the dot that the destruction were curled up against the bulwark."What do you recollect ? Do I calculate like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her endearing dead body. He started first gently kissing her feet, then ran his lips against the binding of her tibia, then took his meter in licking her smooth thigh with his long forked tongue, taking in the delicious penchant of her soft hide. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing feeling, driving herself dotty in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his venter with Selene's legs on his shoulders and his facial expression just inches from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the confection flowery aroma and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the entrance to her gate of paradise. genus Selene gave a easy coo of arousal as Baltoh provided Brobdingnagian amounts of stimulation and sensations through the smallest and weak of tinge, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his mouth against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her back talk and saturating his sense of taste with her delicious succus, licking up her kernel like a dog with an vacate Arachis hypogaea butter jar. Selene gave a shrill hum at his skin senses and ran his finger's breadth through his hair, squirming in joy with each flick of his natural language inside her. Baltoh quickly found her virginal membrane with his tongue, checking to pee-pee sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a hero, using his spit to tickle and have every sensitive nub and fluttering in her torso, bringing her to her first coming in disk metre and making her call out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral go of Selene's dead body, spending a few irregular to overlay her balmy bland belly in kiss before moving up to her dresser. Careful not to come up her with his hook, he squeezed and massaged her boob as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the fervor in the pinnace heart endings. Baltoh wrapped his backtalk around her right nipple, sucking on it like a vacancy cleaner and tugging on it, almost making Selene yelp in pleasure.

He then moved to the will nipple, painting it with his tongue with the Sami energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the midriff of the night by breathing in. The taste perception of her mammilla was almost as succulent as her pussy, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the condition and eubstance of that vertical nub drove him wild with lust, and no thing how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a hickey right wing on her nipple, he moved past her breasts and began kissing her collarbone and her piano throat, making her facial expression up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her respective meter on the cheek, once on the ear, various prison term on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the lips, where they maintained that radio link with an deathless love, separating and rejoining over and over again while their clapper swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"semen on sister, sway my humanity,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no matter how I do it."

"Don't worry, this holy person trunk is different than my human body. From the man I love, I can feel no pain in the ass. There is zippo you can give me but sempiternal bliss. Put it in me, one big poking, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the back talk of her waiting pussycat without his handwriting. As he slowly pushed the caput into the entree, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as piano and wet as her back talk and with that staring meanness : easy enough so that he wasn't stopped, but crocked enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his entire shaft into her in a single push and completely pulverizing her Hymen. Selene released a shakiness moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single tinge of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even describe how good that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could sense it as though we were the same mortal,"he said as he pulled out his dick, which was glistening red from her blood.

Making sure his hands weren't on her offstage, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushup and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others, nearly jumping off the storey and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly powerful thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't guide it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the deepest corners of her snatch with the index of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her pegleg and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his knees, 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 head and kissed her, licking the corners of her oral cavity while his ball dismissal slapped her ass. The osculation was interrupted by a high-pitched hollering from Selene as she had her 2d sexual climax in her new backer trunk and Baltoh could sample the yummy hormonal rush on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her point of accumulation. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his spinal column, shocked as she reinserted his peter into her piece crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her body back and Forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her breasts jiggling with each John Rock and her breathing heavy from the strain on her arms and stage. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the deep HUM she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hr she had spent in the gym working her homo eubstance, Selene was able-bodied to keep the position going for another twenty transactions, not to say that Baltoh didn't assistance her out and cradle her with his tail. With the wall broken, her third base orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo fashion.

After several instant of catching her breathing time, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a abbreviated duet of time, both with tender grinning on their faces as he ran his fingers through her hair and she massaged his chest of drawers. Licking her brim, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in relief at the multitude being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her house ass cheek, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to fuck my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an Angel that liked anal retentive before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful smack from his giggling lover.

swathe her fingers around the shot, 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 slit, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides of her sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a mysterious breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big putz in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to bray against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's putz stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face whirl in the awkward pleasure and hearing to her hum and moan as he probed every corner of her asshole, sending shivers throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal anesthesia cord with the head of his dick.

"sister, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar tightness in his pelvic region.

"Then fill me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a special surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his rooster to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every slant.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass cheeks and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top fastness, making Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his orchis ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's shrieking of ecstasy made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a Andrew Dickson White geyser of cum spurted from the tip of his phallus like a fire extinguisher, filling up genus Selene's asshole with so much air pressure that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.

"Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me,"she purred as she moved up off his dick, which was struggling to stay erect.

"I made sure I held back one-half of it. What's that peculiar surprisal you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his peter slowly returning to its prime quantity, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful saint took his dick in her mouth and began bobbing her headland, slurping up the admixture of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were chocolate syrup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet effeminateness of her mouth as she worked her tongue and buttock against the tender skin of the head, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready infant ?"she asked, taking out his shaft and smearing it lovingly across her side. Baltoh just gave an tucker smile and nodded.

Sitting up, genus Selene held her natural D-cup breast together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two high-flown mounds of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her tit glistening with saliva, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him gasconade his integral load from not just the opinion, but the persona and mental realization.

With her breasts held tightly together, genus Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an ineffable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water balloons moved up and down the putz, she had her face down and was licking the tip with her spit, tickling the slit as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the intimate extravaganza. In less than a hour, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her breasts against his turncock so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey flow of hot jizz blasted from his shaft, spraying into Selene's mouth, across her case, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of white slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his hard-on gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of spermatozoan on her boldness and chest.

"Forget backer, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."trustingness me, I was never this raving mad with the son, never. Everything we've done aside from missioner and doggy-style, that was all brand name new for me. I guess we both have a little Demon inside of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the olfactory organ and then crawling over to the headboard."semen here, get some eternal sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to outride awake and continue patrolling the city for when the forces of inferno make their move. Besides, I've gone entire twelvemonth without sleeping, I'm fine."

"dearest, don't even think that you can fool me. ejaculate here, I'll keep vigil for you while you get your rest."

Yawning, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the cover charge. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you call you won't gloam asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't headache, I'll stay awake. And if I get bored, I can always just ask round Molly and the two of us will use the other slope of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her headway on his shoulder and stretching her arm across his pectus.

With Selene curled up against him and his torso drained of both energy and semen, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with one thousand of Gargoyles, all bursting from the ground and gather above the metropolis like a cloud of toxic gas in the initiative fight of New York. Working together to anticipate the army of dark, all the saint grouped together and attacked like a tidal wafture of light, slamming into the Gargoyle drove and slaughtering C of beast every minute with their combined power. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her close by at all times when the fight 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 backer, she had no sword or trance with which to agitate, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a nameless glowing that allowed her to shock and burn diabolic creatures on contact. Even without having ever been in a material fight or even a martial artwork lesson, she was capable to take on the Gargoyles with miraculous acquirement, having been converted faster, warm, and smarter as an Angel. With holy energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would obliterate Gargoyles with individual biff and kicks that would burn right through their flesh. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her injuries and then refund to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the swarm of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the beasts to pieces like blades of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber hummer, he zoomed through the crowd, carving twelve of Gargoyles in one-half every irregular with his brand glistening with their blood line. Now with greater numbers of enemies all around him, his death numeration was reaching its usual numbers pool. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A booming laugh drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a ogre with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the Demon and grabbed him with his tail like a fly landing place in a spider's web. With a powerful jerk of his tail, Baltoh crushed the fiend in his hairgrip, slicing it to piece of music as if a dozen guillotines had besieged the body. He then whiplashed his tail, discarding the dead body and splattering off the blood.

Down in the street below and in the building, humans with blessed weapons were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angel Falls, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the intestine to defend were facing the forces of Hell with blessed pry bar, nail-bats, butcher knives, and firearms. While the sky was filled with ululation and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of gun and howler of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the Saame way that they would expect. However, the fight was far from in the man's favor. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to keep open scrap after multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, not to mention that they too had a long-range flak in the form of their mini iniquity Pulses. The streets ran red with stemma as citizenry were tackled and torn to shreds by the joyful Gargoyles, feasting upon the livelihood physical body with gusto.

In one function building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a grouping of Gargoyles, running on all fours like a pack of cheetahs sprinting after a take flight gazelle. With sweat and bust running down his nerve, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicles he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne brute managed to leave five deep gashes across his articulatio humeri and back as he flew over the man. The heroic somebody quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to snap up him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the monster in the boldness with a load of holy place buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its pulp badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the ring while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his back was to the bulwark and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of cubicles, the man discharged his last empty shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his hands as steady as potential while travail dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a niche through the kiosk aisle, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon with trembling workforce, the man loaded the first shield and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder and wounded it. A arcsecond Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a scream passing his sass, the man discharged the empty casing with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a hole in the fauna's chest and sending it tumbling to the flooring, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its recollective pronged tongue swinging from side of meat to side. Discharging the vacate shell, he took aim and fired, only to listen a soft click instead of a tacky thrill. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an alley, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail body with brutal king. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her pussy was an indistinguishable mess of shredded flesh, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled police police officer. Sitting in a puddle of filthy water system, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final exam thigh-slapper and stint, she reached out grasped the end of the gun barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five unit of ammunition straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell dead to the face, its tool was removed with one final painful split. With her lower torso almost ripped apart and tears streaking her face, the whimpering girl looked around, praying that individual would assist her. She looked and gave a silent cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a roguish grin and a shiver erecting. Releasing its claws from the wall, the animate being dropped down towards the fille. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a single shot. With tears streaming down her face, she whispered a soft apology to her family, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the key center of the city, the sidewalk opened up into a burn pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted disastrous brand with blinking bicycle and rotting carcass nailed to the face. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed range of mountains, secured to the rusted collars of slaves from Scheol, each with ragtime for clothing, rail-thin bodies, bound arms, and iron masquerade party. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with black armor, a whip of pure flame, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel Falls cringe as the diabolic Christian Bible ravaged their minds like bullet emmet chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ Crush their bones, rip their flesh, and drink their lineage ! The women will scream as we rape them ! The tike will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for death as we enslave them ! Let them know pain in the ass, let them roll in the hay fear, and let them acknowledge nether region !'

"Demon Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the daemon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the spell, the street was ripped apart as hundreds of headstone of all size and human body burst out like woodchuck, destroying the hollo and coming up with plenty major power to flip out cars. With a dull roar, skeletal hands with greenish-black color reached out of the terra firma as the Sinners of Hell entered New York, each grave accent spitting them out like snake from a pit. sword of blacken steel in hand, the skeleton laughed and cheered at the chance to finally play carnage to a substantial man city after so many years and Hell. Being truly evilness psyche, they had lost their physical body and blood in tandem with what small mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

Police cars and SWAT vans skidded to a check at the end of the street as the systema skeletale marched down the road with a deep clacking rhythm. Wasting no meter in ordering the undead malefactor to stanch, the police officer formed a stocky roadblock with their car and all opened fire with shooting iron, shotgun, and machineguns, raining holy place lead down upon the skeletons. While they were weaker than ogre in full term of power and they were made of only bones, they proved to be quite live to the fastball. The skeletal system were made of a far warm material than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organs to hold up, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

yelling swears and praising the daemon, the skeletons broke rank and charged towards the line of constabulary officers, swinging their blade above their heads while they ran. The closer they got, the More impairment they received from the military officer's bullet train, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping spinal column. But while they were falling like Fats Domino in the ruffle, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of cars and immediately went to make, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the roof of one of the SWAT vanguard, an elderly archangel clapped his hands together."Angel Art : paradise Lantern summoning !"

Behind him, a fifty-foot marvellous statue of a nude person female Angel Falls materialized, carved from marble and holding out a hearty amber lantern. A brightly ostentation sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the light of paradise shone down from the side and onto the army of the evildoer. The skeletons howled in agony and tried to shield themselves as the lighter set them ablaze like ant under a magnifying glass.

The fiend commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning pain. With a roar of frustration, the daemon cracked his fiery whip, causing it to rise in distance and fleet forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a ferocious snarl, the daemon yanked on the handle, tightening the whip's grasp and shattering the marble Angel, sending huge small-arm of marble tumbling to the solid ground with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his steel in hand. With a holla of confidence, the garden angelica brought down his sword with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the devil's chariot, reducing the ogre and his Gargoyles to bloody spread, and causing every building in the four surrounding urban center closure to simultaneously burst into clouds of debris and twisted metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening shriek cut through the air, following several ominous wreck. Great column of dope and dust were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the forces of Hell coming up from right beneath them. These were a new scourge, outstanding skeletons that towered at over two C substructure in tallness. These dark-green osseous tissue giant were known as Bleaks, and they were the termination of hundreds of evildoer joining together into one entity, similar to how Demons are born.

However, their size and torso were due to the fact that the hatred of the individual spirits that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike demon, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoners joining together from the purest ash tree, all the emotions and memories from the evildoer were included, resulting in an inflate beast that was not dense enough in its evil to attain a bundle ogre body. However, while they were not quite as durable as Demons and they lacked the power to use turn, their full-sized dark heart rate and colossal organic structure allowed them to cause vast quantity of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful dark Pulse, launching the dense inkiness optical maser into the city. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of building, blooming into monolithic burst that illuminated and shook the city and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could run him, charging his power in preparation to destroy the unholy abominations. Spotting his approaching, one of the Bleaks roared in Fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the archangel but ripping away the roof of a tall apartment edifice and sending bricks and misrepresented metal raining down into the street.

"backer Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's fount and delivering a mighty kick.

Upon contact, the gargantuan frame's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one direction from the power of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Falls Art : Gates of Heaven !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a Dark Pulse. The black balance beam surged out from between the underframe's jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : immortal Ray !"he called once the blast was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful ray of sanctum muscularity at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With little try, Raphael brought his sword down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in pain and shouted curse word at Raphael while charging a nighttime Pulse. Before the blow 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 burst its body in half, slicing it all the way through its thorax and spine as if his steel was L feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raphael looked up as the split percentage of the skeleton began to distinguish, detonating the half-charged Dark Pulse and shattering the entire soundbox in the explosion.

Raffaello Sanzio looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the garden angelica to oppose the overflow of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The area they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the trillion. All the Angelica Archangelica were firing Divinity Rays into the black geyser of animate being while Baltoh was using both the Feather Arrow and chela slug spells, essentially turning his consistency into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his while, rip and butchered dead body parts fell like waterfalls from the flood of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning bodies that were incinerated by the sweeping Divinity Rays of the Angelica Archangelica. Every second that passed by, tens of thousand are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the black-market geyser into a low-pressure fount. But as right as the effect of heaven were, the legions of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying order of magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with Demons. Every few min, one of the garden angelica would bear to leave behind and go face a ogre that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the ceiling of a nearby building, Selene was battling someone Gargoyles that had managed to get preceding Baltoh and the Angelica Archangelica. She was surrounded on all position but her assurance in her newly acquired fighting science were high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its chela barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy energy, and delivered her secure punch to the Gargoyle's grimace, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the gust of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life history with a lethal squawk, slicing its head off its shoulder with the blanched aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and aright slope, giving her no fortune to deliver countermove. 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 history, but with her feathers glowing with blessed power, she spun around with her wings good expended and carved them all down like the blade of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the ceiling with a declamatory crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single pearl of fear in her marrow and was barely out of breath. Even in the thick of fight, she had a wide grin on her aspect from the forcible exertion and the opinion of the fret on her face. This fighting was resonating with her ; the reliable life or death challenge and the prospect to be pushed to her limit, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her felicity at imperativeness she could feel and muscularity within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, short kick !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, genus Selene sliced the creature in half right down the middle and sent the two region flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to strike. Stretching her wings, she gave a mighty push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The pit fauna did not see this coming and were caught of guard, giving Selene the opportunity of a lifetime to start out hacking and slashing at them as if her custody had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the fateful creatures with her glowing wings, one of them managed to land five large stinger across her shoulder. While the pain sensation stopped her impulse, the quiver it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"perfect, it's no fun without a piddling something to compensate for."She purred with rip trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its hook in relish and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her intensity, pulling the beast off its metrical foot and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling pins, her spite arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the travail being used to combat the pain made genus Selene's core race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic delight, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive tike desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail assembly finally snapped from the pains, sending the creature hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene's balance. She continued to spin, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So woozy she could barely think, genus Selene fell back into the arms of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a farsighted kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to turn back his outpouring of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attention !"rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of sidesplitter.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly cloudburst and clapped his hands together."angel Art : Roaring Clouds Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle inundation, a with child eructation of clean swarm surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense vortex with holy place DOE crackling through the folds of evaporation like lightning. The storm consumed the unholy 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 move into New York.

"Good, now we can focus on other areas. occur on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became wan as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you crazy ? ! You'll destroy all of infernal region and take us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its genuine mogul. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to shake the city !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the Angelica Archangelica fled as fast as they could, just mo before he released the unfathomable blast.

The neon beam exploded from his annulus, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's reckoning had been correct in the saturation of the blast, as its diam was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a piping with back breaker. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from Hell to try and get to New House of York, basically carving through their horde like a jet of hot water through ice. several million Gargoyles were just killed by the blow alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional nothingness, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a clap that shook New York to the point of near city-wide demolition, an blowup was set off in Hell, equal to Sir Thomas More than ten K H bomb. An ocean of fire surged up in the space between New York and Hell, 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 toll to the range near ten fingerbreadth. From every opening carved into the city, a column of ardor slam upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental carriage and figure out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in daze and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's lease care of the subsister and then amend the terms,"he called out as his gloriole returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hall of one of New York's hospitals, tending to a wounded man who was struggling to stay alive with a rupture windpipe and jugular vena. His hands were glowing with fleeceable push, repairing the damaged faster than New music ever could. To the sound of the generator humming in the basement, doctors and nurses struggled to retain people alive with dim lighting and disappearing resources. Every hallway and way was stuffed with seam, the level was wet with pedigree from poorly-bandaged wound, and those who had only tike injuries would basically take in to deal with it themselves or hope they could find out an backer to facilitate them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the mass who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing immediate care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in pain and need of supporter, the medical staff worked feverishly not to waste time or aid by asking the angel head while they helped tend to the wounded. For every doc and nanny, there was one Angel using his or her exponent to mend somebody, and the need to ask them about the afterlife or, the enigma of the universe, or even personal questions was overpowering. Here they were, the answers to the groovy questions on Earth, but just as they would open their oral fissure to mouth, a cry of pain from their affected role or a sudden spraying of blood would sweep their attention back to the matters at hand, forcing them to apply in their curiosity.

The Angels had a similar nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more curiosity than fear. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the superlative threats to Heaven, a berserker that had defeated Archangels as if they were zilch. Even though he had never killed any of the forcefulness of Shangri-la, his demon half and his unstoppable military posture in engagement made him a threat, while his Archangel half and his thrust to slay evil made him almost an idol.

Once the wound in the man's neck opening closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby windowpane. well over a C Angels were arriving to assist in the healing process, meaning that he could finally take in a break. Even after firing a furor fire to end the engagement and not resting after having healed almost three hundred people, his energy levels were still fairly high, but his thinker was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual living human race lose their life history in such dread mode and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible asset, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to straighten out his mind for a few minutes. Stepping onto the ceiling, he leaned against the side of the exit with his hand over his font as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a adult female's voice said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on molly, who had a unquiet looking 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 metre ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the bulwark, hesitating before oral presentation."Normally I would talk to Selene, but I can't get her anywhere and she is probably just as officious as you are. To be good, I have no one else really to babble to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a living person would understand me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so very much to deal with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authorisation that she stopped in her data track."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your problems don't matter and you don't want pass anyone else the added burden. But we are friends and I want to aid you. I want to make you happy. Any weight you have to post, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad smiling on her face."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a deep breath."The trouble is… I was too scared to oppose. I ran away when the fight started. Everyone else fought against those ogre, 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 saint in the first blank space, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is cypher wrong with being scared, especially for someone in your emplacement. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would get froze as well. Not only is it derisory to just carry you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have zip to be ashamed of or rationalise for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this fix in the starting time place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a ignition lock of her golden hair, and as his finger's breadth grazed her cheek, she burst into split and sat down on the level, wrapped in her wing. 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 gain her feel better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to solace multitude when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every clock time I close my eyes, I see all the devil standing over me, laughing. Every metre my nous wanders, I remember the nuisance I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my animation from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her nerve, ending her gasps.

In the recession of the roof, Rosmarinus officinalis landed while cloaked to be indiscernible, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the disaster of the hospital. She was originally there to recite him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to interrupt. With a look of quick pridefulness on her expression, she stood back to let Baltoh assist Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're all in now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old 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 lone traces of your pain lie in your own retentivity. All you have to do is look forward to the future and bury the past like your old body. What happened to you happened, we can't modification that, but you can come up to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their dupe, you are an Angel, and you have the groovy chance in the reality to change everything and start from scratch."

Molly gained a belittled smiling of peacefulness on her look as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosmarinus officinalis silently whispered, feeling her heart swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the fourth dimension you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to fight, you're to a greater extent than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will evaluate you. You have all the time in the world to screen affair out and you'll always have the backup of Selene and I. I love genus Selene, but you and I ploughshare a shackle as well."

mollie was soundless, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his paw and lifted her chin, looking into her blue eyes and trying to get her to speak."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to make me finger better. Make love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her answer and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you sure ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of harshness, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that incubus with a beautiful aspiration,"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 mollie began making out.

rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their tongues dance and their bridge player run across each other's organic structure. Baltoh was gentle at first, waiting to experience molly's rousing get to its top before showing any kind of hostility. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the paries of the exit and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck opening and making her purr in pleasance. Rosemary watched them with her all body palpitation and her ventilation quick and shoal. This was the 1st time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking Molly up and holding her against the wall, Baltoh continued to kiss her neck and collarbone, while she purred in felicity from the touch of his lips 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 tongue between Molly's lips, licking the interior of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tail and carefully cut the lacy strap of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one hired hand on her shapely rear, he used his other hand to tear down on her wearing apparel, letting her melon-sized jugful pop out like airbags. molly's breathing was grave as the overbold air kissed her knocker, followed by Baltoh. Running his lips across the plump easygoing balloons, he stimulated every face with artistic skill, bringing her to her utmost tier of arousal.

As Rosemary watched Baltoh suck on molly's mamilla and result them wet and erect, she listened to molly's coos of pleasance and felt them resonating with her body. Watching the two of them made her titty tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to Molly and seeing the look of euphoria on her face was sending ripples of warmheartedness through her body from between her legs. No matter how concentrated she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling envious, as her bosom were cypher compared to the squishy bowling testis that stood out on Molly's chest.

"Baltoh, assure me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet panties. Her vox was high pitched and heroic, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't care if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to get a line it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."Molly, I love you."

All of the muscularity he had burned with just a second before became tranquillize, as he leaned forward and gave her a farsighted kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her hint thick with hormones and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

He cut away her panties, revealing her liquid wet dent, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and bloomers with one mitt, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully erect and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering mollie, he continued to osculate her and grinded the shaft against her wait cunt, driving her wilderness with prediction. Without him even inserting the head teacher, he had Molly giving flaccid moan of bliss as his muscular cock rubbed against her soft touchy lips. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the item of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosemary was unable to see Baltoh's humanity, but in the vertebral column of her judgment, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feelings and desires for him, but also out of the bare curiosity of whether he had the natural endowment of a demon or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm for sure, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear life while his peter rubbed against her cunt and got soaked in her succus as it widened her lips in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me find 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 head back talk of her twat. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual bliss. Working his cock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt molly's inside open up and widen to accept him, while she gave a high moan of delight that jumped in mass each 2nd. In the setting, Rosmarinus officinalis was watching them with her middle widely and her breathing heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with green-eyed monster for molly, desperately wishing to experience what she was.

Feeling her hymen, Baltoh came to a occlusion and pressed himself against Molly, holding her against the wall with his body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their digit intertwined above their head. With Molly's handwriting spread and their palm tree pressed together, Baltoh dug his claw into the bulwark, giving him a handhold for when he would take away his common beat. Sensing what was about to occur, Molly readjusted her pegleg around his shank, waiting for the terminal push.

Finally, in one great thrusting, Baltoh forced his entire cock into her virgin cunt, rupturing her hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she listened to Molly moan like an Opera Singer, wishing that she could feel the same insight. Baltoh slowly pulled his hammer out of her, revealing the stemma of her hymen coating his member.

With her virginal membrane ruptured, Baltoh began working his dick back into her in long, deep thrusts. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the power and hurrying of his penetration, while holding onto the wall with his claws. Her knocker bouncing with each sinewy drive, Molly gave a continuous moan of intimate X as Baltoh pummeled her interior with his muscular organ, growing in hurrying in speed every secondment. In lupus erythematosus than a moment, he was fucking her like a machine with her body pinned against the bulwark and her fingerbreadth wrapped around his as he worked to keep his mightily pace. Her breast were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to describe the feeling of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's potent humanity.

In the background, Rosmarinus officinalis was flushed with the overwhelming desire to contact herself, her skin creep and itching as if she were covered in bug insect bite. Listening to mollie begging for Baltoh to eff her harder, debauched, and deeper was driving her state of nature with lust and invidia, but no matter how great the desire became, she refused to indulge in the over-the-top desires. She had to stay resolute and do whatever she could to keep on from committing the act of head trip. But no subject how grueling she tried, she could not look away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"molly whined after five minutes.

Deciding that there was no reasonableness to prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own genial barriers of self-command and increased his speed and major power, fucking her as severe and fast as physically possible, making Molly cry out in felicity as his cock plunged deep into her indulgent warm puss, slamming into every sensible topographic point and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his climax just a few seconds before molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her interior with what felt like the pressure of a fervency hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His source filled her to the degree where it sprayed out of her pussycat from the pressure of the flood, heightening her own coming and rocking her earth as she screamed in jubilance and squeezed Baltoh's hands as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her whole organic structure shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing hard, Baltoh pulled out of Molly and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was unable to place upright. As if broken from a trance, Rosemary shook her head from slope to side and felt up her stimulation dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top flooring and then made her way through the building 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 forcible once again and lowered her cloaking charm. Taking one terminal deep hint to quieten her mettle, she walked up the staircase, opened the room access, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the sight before her. Molly was on her knee, her header bobbing back and Forth as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible science, draining every last drop of seed. Baltoh grunted as he had his moment sexual climax and Molly leaned her head back with her back talk clear, letting seminal fluid spray her face and fill her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained ball and licking him clean-living. Even while flaccid, Rosmarinus officinalis was unable to deny that Baltoh's manhood was beyond telling, but with a frown, she let go of the door and allowed it to shut, creating a loud bang that made Baltoh and molly jump in surprise.

"There is a group meeting about to take place in metropolis Hall, follow me,"she said dryly before opening the doorway 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 smile and leaned forward, kissing the one post on her face that wasn't coated in semen."Of course of instruction, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the benighted staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to close up the door, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her pique leaked out.

"If they're all in metropolis mansion, 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 individual tone, but he clutched his brass and growled.

"What the netherworld was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be meanspirited, but never cruel. I thought you were in love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that whore ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; Molly is parting 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 threesome with her friend. We had just had one on the night Selene was captured and mollie was killed. Including mollie was all Selene's theme. She is now part of the group. I did nothing wrong."

While his intelligence crushed Rosemary's accusal, there was still so a good deal wrath in her eyes.

"You can be a real dickhead, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could surprise off, Baltoh grabbed her deal and spun her back around."If you're going to be angry with me, then at to the lowest degree have the guts to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a bust ran down her cheek."You were supposed to do it me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you better than anyone ! If you were supposed to precipitate in passion with someone, it should get been me ! Instead you just mounted the maiden homo you saw and started fucking any art object of ass that walked by without forethought or emotion ! If it was so easy for you to be intimate 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 years ago,"he said softly.

"Don't give me that shit, nothing in sin ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the berm and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in infernal region twenty-three years ago, that was XXIII year for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand eld. affair change Rosmarinus officinalis, matter always change, including people, and while you may not believe it, you're the reason why I changed so a lot,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, tears streaming from her centre."It's not fair. If you changed so a great deal, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the bulwark with their fingers intertwined and his pincer digging into the concrete, letting him prevail on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erecting between her legs, the two of them separated only by the fabric of their bloomers. Even while covered, it felt so warm and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and speck it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the same position that he had been in with mollie just a few mo ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her eyes closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt out open as their lips joined and separated and their tongues danced. Rosemary began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his body forward, rubbing his clothed cock between her legs, with her pantie becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the flooring."Then in fourth dimension, perhaps you shall birth it. Things are changing, Rosmarinus officinalis, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a touch sensation that my cease-fire with Heaven won't go too long after this all ends and the transmission line of class will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to have to pick a side, just pee sure that it is the castigate one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to consider properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some metre. Even in Hell, it will take a while for sufficiency troops to be found to march on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive force were all standing in the mayor's office, planning their adjacent move. genus Selene was there but rosemary was late to arrive.

"But at what price. Baltoh, do you have any mind how a lot damage you may have just inflicted to Hell ? If that land became too damaged, it might just give way in on itself and then we would really be in worry. forget a hole between dimensions, that dimension would destroy itself and drag the former two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usage low. That gust caused a lot less destruction than you think, as most of the energy was expelled through the upwards explosion of the explosion."

"How are the the great unwashed of the city ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his nous with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand people and more than a million were wounded. Even with Angels flooding the city, there were just too many enemy power to go along 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 imagine any of the resident physician of this urban center surviving this war. Most in all probability, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the sewer will be overflowing with blood,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"Have you guys figured out how to reverse all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our full idea in Heaven running model after simulation and studying this anomaly from every angle,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as elementary as we thought it was. It seems that love child Abaddon and his booster wasn't just lounging and eating the great unwashed between their appearances. We've found star sign of symbols scribbled across the metropolis in human blood, and I don't just stand for at the sites where those Hell abyss were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbol. As you can think, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean ? !"the chief of law yelled, already on edge from the engagement, the death, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more than building complex than just six process and human negativism,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the selective information in the Library of intercourse out of binary code, that's how complex it was. We're trying to figure out the exact sequence of symbolisation required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even to the highest degree of them and what social club they went in is out of the question. We're basically trying to forecast out the blueprints of a castle after finding just half a brick wall. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what variety of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing pattern from scratch, it would take thousands, if not tens of thousand of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year time ratio of infernal region,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the maven in Shangri-la just draw off out the correct chronological succession at random like a clump of scalawag on typewriters printing out the plant of Shakspere, then we have no way to overthrow the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his tone as frigidness as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The elbow room was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the goings on of the public a recollective clock time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"genus Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not present them drumhead on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destroy whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to go on ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Devil. I'm sure you think that the Devil is actually Beelzebub, who was originally the fallen archangel Lucifer. That is wrong. the Tempter and Satan are princes of Hades. You know how they say that the Tempter is the prince of darkness ? well Tenebrous is the Billie Jean Moffitt King, the get-go demonic entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can stop him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a late breathing spell."No, his great power are worlds apart from mine. I can't even defeat the Hell Princes. I'm a powerful hero and I can cause worldwide devastation. However, Tenebrous is a unfeigned god and his powers lie on a universal plate. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me respective hundred times, and each time, I escape by the skin of my tooth. Every time I've come to Earth, it was to lam Tenebrous or the Hell Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the macrocosm and with no way to hold back or reverse it,"said Rosemary.

Everyone was silent and time slowly passed by. One minute, two mo, three. Baltoh had his chin resting on his tented finger, deep in thought."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breath.

Everyone turned to him, the Angelica Archangelica with an especially anxious aspect on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to reverse the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the simple machine ’."

"Blasphemy ! Speaking such words is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the idiomatic expression in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally late voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"genus Selene asked with a very good tone.

"It is a hypothesis dreamt up in blaze by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a little mind like yours, one that has not lived for as long 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 plots of their storey through the abrupt disturbance of a god. Machina refers to the Grus used in plays to lower the doer playing these immortal dramatically onto the phase. However, it has a different yet exchangeable meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the possibility that it was not Wahvey in Eden that created this existence and nether region, but Heaven and Hades splitting off from this creation upon its birth, in which you humans ring the"Big strike ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hades are inverse weights on a exfoliation, then this universe is the scale leaf itself. In this melodic theme, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ Asa Gray ’, or essentially the combination of shadow and light.

The second component part of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Jehovah and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one full point were lesser beings, no keen than you or I. The notion is that there are three Thrones, each serving as the beating affectionateness and matrix of a kingdom. Whether these are real thrones or symbolic ones, nobody is sure enough. But they say that whoever is capable to adopt a potty becomes a god of that universe of discourse. Tenebrous occupies the Throne of netherworld, Jehovah occupies the crapper of Heaven, and the potty of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this case, ‘ god out of the machine'refers to the Thrones creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can take control of the Throne of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a pot becomes a god, those are the rules. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our English is our best bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would do work together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're friends so you don't get to pull out these pragmatic trick !"Michael barked.

"The only cause why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lies you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that phylogeny is true and you and your fellow garden angelica were created after the arrival of homo, being created by God, who was inspired by the purpose of world 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 much detail or information. The explanation I received was nothing like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't thing what adaptation you heard, every variation is improper. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and take after ? The insult to the the true of the man ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the the true that we believe and follow ? 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 year. We're his archangel, his messengers, and yet I can't retrieve the utmost time I saw him or heard him. We know nothing about Creator, only what we have told each former. And here he is, the oldest and firm of us, the only Demon-Archangel loan-blend to ever exist, the large anomaly in the universe, and he knows the line of descent of the cosmos with Sir Thomas More lucidity than we do !"

Michael stood stopping point to her, their faces inches apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're properly, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Archangels'aid."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to severalize half Angels and garden angelica in paradise to stop their impossible foreign mission to incur a reversing magical spell and instead tell them to go 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 next time I fire one of my blasts down into Hell, it will be at replete power. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys Inferno and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable alternative. Find the crapper or bungle up nether region, it's your call."Baltoh said with a trench rumbling voice.

"damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't caution what it takes, just save my city !"the mayor shouted.

"Fine, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant dent,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are actual thrones or if it's a symbolic name. How can we find something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to name that looking for it means searching the entire population,"Raffaello Sanzio added.

"I know that, that's why we need to calculate at it from a philosophical dot of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our brightest minds on it. At to the lowest degree we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a split second of light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is cypher we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the center of the night approached ( though there was no way to differentiate 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. The two women were rubbing their slippery pussies against his stage like a distich of dolphinfish scratching an itching and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the trio were all kissing each former with their lingua forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his second joint, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of Rosemary standing in the corner, completely undetectable to all locoweed. 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 dissimilar emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the animal 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 throe of liaison with his lover and blond concubine at the same meter, Rosemary felt bitter resentment and ire towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that anger turned to begrudge, envy of Selene and Molly for being able-bodied to have him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very unknown oddity welling up inside her as she watched Molly and Selene, specifically the way they treated each former in this complicated passion triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary roof, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's heart belonged to Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very vex. The results were a confusing international nautical mile 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 cleaning lady kiss each former with Baltoh's tongue between their delicate wet lips and their handwriting gently stroke and tickle each other's au naturel bodies, Rosemary could feel strong lustfulness and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that same animal way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a sure softness, a certain sweetly pure eroticism to the touching between the two women, a unique amiability that did not be between a man and a women. This unknown bonding was so tantalizing that rosemary desperately wished she could describe it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her life, the solely sexual thoughts she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an garden angelica. But now, lust and intimate thirst were flooding her body like a descent transfusion, stirring her idea into unlike fantasies, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having unassailable flavor for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two women, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, infant, sleep together me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and mollie's. Baltoh smiled and placed a osculation on the midpoint of her chest while Molly pouted that Selene got the first turn.

mollie moved aside and genus Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his turncock into her glistening dent. She gave a soft whine of pleasure as it entered her, filling every nook and crevice of her velvet inside. Leaning back with her thorax heaving and her tit jiggling like water balloons, genus Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretched pussy with her deal after licking her fingerbreadth. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down flat and mollie began riding his nerve, whining from the vivid sensations of his clapper flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her natural language across genus Selene's swinging titties.

In the corner, Rosmarinus officinalis's respiration was heavy as she watched them. With her optic running up genus Selene's and Molly's beautiful body, slightly glistening from a slenderize flick of swither, and listening to the sounds of Selene's wet pussy lips hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her smooth thigh clapped against his, rosemary felt like her whole organic structure was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own au naturel trunk for the world-class real prison term in her life. Even while inaudible, inconspicuous, and intangible, she was afraid to strike for fear of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so much stronger. Her external respiration became speedy, she began licking and chewing on her sassing, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her digit against her second joint, wishing that she could rip away her sloppy pants and contact herself.

vertebral column on the bed, mollie's coos were turning into gimcrack whines as Baltoh's persistent tongue brought her closer and closer to her first culmination as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delectable twat, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delicious mouthful and spirit of molly's centre. Desperate for foster stimulation, the blonde smasher shifted her weight, using one hand to pressure her huge dummy almost brutally and finger her compressed cocksucker with the other. Her whimper grew in volume and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing tits, contending herself with just holding her glossa out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her starting time orgasm, she worked her heart digit in her anus faster and faster, sending shivers up her trunk from the unusual wiz. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the bare kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lubricant in her asshole. Once she had it covered in another wet level, she pulled her fingerbreadth out, wiped it on Selene's teat, and then held it up to her supporter's grimace. Selene's wrapped her rim around molly's fingerbreadth, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent tone, all while mollie sucked on her nipples.

Finally, Molly gave a particularly loud high-pitched groan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her inside with exulting fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her completely soundbox palpitation, 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 body just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for more,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As Molly set herself to accept Baltoh's potent erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around Molly's naked eubstance, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck opening. rosemary licked her lips with her lip dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by someone, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to find the raw organic structure of Selene or molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her tegument in that Same sexual loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

Molly finally managed to mould the point of Baltoh's dick into the entrance of her consistence and gave a loud vociferation gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretch to pick out in the multitude. genus Selene tightened her clench on her lesbian lover with her hand between Molly's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt molly's pelvic region extrusion as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the dot of bursting, the ecstasy was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no hurting in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole trunk was trembling as she tried to suit reacquainted with Baltoh's member interior of her and she was giving a soft whine with each movement she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy grin and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's concentrated shaft, quivering with each New York minute and glistening with her vaginal juices. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waistline to withstand her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her unfaltering musical rhythm, springing on his peter while crying out in X every time the head punched the deepest corner of her pussy like a boneless clenched fist. As she picked up stop number, she relied more and more on Baltoh's powerful fundament to pump her up and down as if she were a piston while the sound of her second joint clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her howler of joy. Behind her, genus Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lovers were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the niche, Rosemary was staring in awe at molly's heaving organic structure, her chest jumping like two indestructible water balloons attached to the handgrip of a pogo stick. Even without lighter on, Molly's torso was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, allowing every muscle under her skin to display itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's stopcock and was fucked like a blow-up dame, Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with so 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 groan of sexual happiness was wish euphony to Rosmarinus officinalis's spike, her vibrant organic structure looked downright delectable, the smell of her pussy juices was like perfume, and just the slew of the three sexual partner was captivating. All these factors were driving Rosemary up the bulwark and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her breasts tentatively with one helping hand and working her fingers in her panties with the other. This was the number one time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each easy brush of her finger sent tingle of bliss through her trembling physical structure.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own torso as Molly released a shaking scream of happiness from her orgasm. She collapsed at the metrical foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping snatch and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her wooden leg and pulling the business firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a grin."wellspring favorite, what do you think ? Would you be will to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the same tender smile and cupped his cheek."Oh course, babe. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lips against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her legato inside second joint before running his rim against her sweet peach ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's lips against her politic sultry rear, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the recession and did the like. molly finally reached back and spread her ass brass, letting Baltoh lick his lips in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's fount buried in her ass and his knife and lips working her like a neck massager, Molly cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. genus Selene was working her fingers between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like mollie and the stack and phone of Molly being pleasured. rosemary was in the same position, her shirt removed and her pocket-size B-cup tit exposed as she rubbed her soft hide, wishing that Baltoh would bat her in such a way, but also becoming to a greater extent and more jealous of Baltoh for being able to lick Molly.

After exploring the astuteness of her cocksucker with his long separate tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running buss up her back and shoulders. After kissing her neck and auricle, he sat up and grasped his pecker, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly mean that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosemary thought in disbelief.

molly again spread her ass cheeks as Baltoh pressed the oral sex against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside Molly and gaiter between her ass cheeks, lubing it up for the incursion. Baltoh finally pushed his member into her, making Molly yell as the fleshy projectile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, Molly's bastard instantly loosened and opened upon the penetration, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway spread out, Baltoh plunged his cock into her bunghole, making Molly scream like a banshee from the painless yet indescribable and sticky tactual sensation of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his full rooster in molly's anus, wondering how the blonde beauty could possibly be moaning in cristal with her anus stretched nearly to the full point of tearing.

With recollective, slack strokes, Baltoh began to have it away molly's ass with great skill, making her groan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her finger in her snatch. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up pep pill, driving down into her physical structure like an robotlike mallet. molly's moan became a ceaseless high-pitched riot as the amount of money of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her spine and moaning as her tireless fingerbreadth brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, rosemary was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching genus Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the idea of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging dick, but watching and hearing mollie was turning that disgust into powerful invidia, envy so great that she was almost about to start fingering her anus.

Rosmarinus officinalis's body was different from Selene and mollie's, in that they had a certain well-toned maturity, but she had to a greater extent of an adolescent expression. As an Archangel not created by God, her body was the result of a bombastic mathematical group of Angels fusing together into a single spirit, ending up with a flesh dictated by the absolute majority of her"ingredients ”. As expected, all the soulfulness that made hers were womanhood, almost all of them quite young. But while her body wasn't as developed as Selene and mollie's, she was the Lapplander age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"lover. Already, her thigh were glistening with the clear fluid that her arousal was drawing Forth as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any monition, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making Molly give a particularly loud shriek. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able to mate his speed. His unit soundbox could barely be discerned as anything other than a giant fuzz as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at peril of falling apart and mollie's anus was being pummeled so difficult and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's endurance and stamen could preserve from getting ripped open like a tomato plant and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so hard !"she screamed with the book of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her pussy became soaked with a fresh layer of fluid, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, after almost a minute-long culmination, molly's body became calm and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her unit body was wilted, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to catch his breath. With Baltoh's cock still standing at full attention, Selene crawled over to him with a coy smiling and took it in her mouth, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her friend as if were butter on a Zea mays cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, Molly is just an saint, but still…'rosemary pondered in one component part of her head while the residue of her mind wished she could taste it.

Once the meaty pole was licked clean, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his bent-grass knees and her hands on his articulatio humeri. With his hands on her hips, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his cock, working it into her anus. With the effectiveness and endowment of a horse, Baltoh thrust upwards into her anus, stretching the band to its limit and making genus Selene give way a deep moan. Baltoh waited for a few sec, making sure that his position was chastise before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the head of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her headspring between his legs and licked genus Selene's pussy, giving genus Selene a separate flush of pleasure. Watching Selene, never before had Rosemary felt so practically envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the Saami time… the sheer luxuria and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For several minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's cocksucker and into her pussy. Being an Angel, disease and infection was unimaginable for Selene, and even if it was, her asshole was as houseclean as a bleach feeding bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely have no backlash for her. All three women knew this, but the uncleanness of the act all made their centre skip a beat, before the actualization hit them and their daze turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysteric smiling on her facial expression as Baltoh drove up into her snatch respective times, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her asshole, all in single fluid movement and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her cocksucker to her kitty-cat, soaking both orifices with a scintillating admixture of each other's natural lubricants. When he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would be licking her snatch, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would lick the coming into court and disappearing quill of his cock.

After twenty minute of arc, Baltoh had to relinquish the position from the immense 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 pussycat on his cock. Once she had licked him white, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to genus Selene, who was on all fours with a coy grin. With mollie manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the conceited mouth of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his natural jackhammer cycle, instantly turning genus Selene into a jittery wreck with her sassing hanging open as she gave a low moan of unparalleled felicity. For the first base few moment, Molly sat up on her genu next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his sassing while he licked hers in a longsighted passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired More stimulation and moved in battlefront of genus Selene, lying on her rear with her legs banquet and her rose-colored lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her elbow joint, Selene excitedly buried her fount in molly's pussy, licking her velvet lips with her long silky lightlessness hair's-breadth scattered across her friend's belly. mollie's usual gimcrack groan were replaced with a voiced hum as she gently moved her hand against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her tit while she let her body rest.

In her turning point, Rosemary was chewing on her hair like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heat and mind-jarring microseism pulsing through her trunk with abyssal hurrying were making it difficult to stand, let alone keep from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a readable liquidness sprayed from her pussy as if it was a water gun as she achieved a female ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her feet and covering her polish legs in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the stiff lips.

After soaking Baltoh's hammer with her orgasmic juices, Selene moved to the side to recover from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste a irregular in grabbing mollie and pulling the grinning nympho over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his bureau, with Baltoh kissing her mortise joint and animal foot as he started fucking her slit for almost ten moment. Having caught her breath, Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her face, letting Molly binge herself on her relax, tender puss while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the celebration they were experiencing, Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly maintained this position for another ten instant with rosemary continuing to ascertain them and touch herself. The military position was broken only briefly so that Molly could tidy herself and wind her ramification around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his cock into her asshole. genus Selene too pitch status, sitting on her cad and grinding her quiet soot black ass cheeks against molly's boldness, purring at the opinion of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the night, with Baltoh switching back and Forth River between the two cleaning lady. corporate time of day were spent with his cock in different assholes, pussies, and mouths, with a great deal the clip spent with a woman's spit in his pharynx or his tongue in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

Hearing his warning, mollie and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her champion's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, Selene pressed her impudence against molly's, both women sticking out their tongue with their sass wide open.

Baltoh gripped his putz and began stroking it like a lunatic, finally allowing the mental and physical barriers he had set up in his body to get wise down and let everything flow. With his eyes rolling back into his head, he released a wooden-headed gooey jet of his source into the two women's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their oral fissure. After swallowing, the two women sat up and began licking each other's faces like a pair of quat, cleaning each other from the spermatozoan while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his hale consistency feeling like it was pinned down with run weights.

Once the two charwoman had licked up every drop of come, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smile. His panting having slowed and his torso as limber as a synthetic rubber band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"Damn, that was skillful,"Selene purred with her case pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral muscle like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"Molly tiredly whispered with her grimace pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a soft laugh as the three sex partners closed their eyes and became silent.

On the former incline of the room, Rosmarinus officinalis was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly have sex, masturbate to the great deal, and finger intimate attraction to the two womanhood. For minute she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the essence of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short of fourth dimension. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window 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 unanimous time. She just left."

genus Selene bolted up in jolt."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her focus on her concealment spells briefly wavered every clip she had an coming. It seems that she was pretty in use while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

genus Selene gained a coy look on her fount."Well then, how about we invite her to our next session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand why you originally invited Molly, but you barely even know Rosmarinus officinalis at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it firmly to believe that you are this bequeath to ploughshare me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to look out. 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 name each other well-chosen, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the adjacent 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 unsounded, just staring into each other's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the solitary fair sex that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really enjoy these footling sex parties. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me well-chosen. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that soul is going to get green-eyed and their feelings will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the lovemaking we parcel. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to elaborate things. Molly loves you and Rosemary loves me. I just want to make surely we don't end up crossing a billet and we're unable to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you genus Selene, I would rather fall back my powers and be cast back into Hell to be tortured for all eternity than be without you."

genus Selene's smile then gained a loving fondness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worries like dust against a Scots heather."You will never fall back me. My body, mind, and soul, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No issue what happens or how complicated thing become, all that we need is to love each other, because that passion will stick us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his cheek.

"I love you, Selene. You are the only when being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the lone one who can say me what to do, the only if one who I will always espouse. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life story in others hands like a tercet if it is found. Everyone tries so difficult to obliterate his or her threesome, to keep from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my trio to you, because you will forever have my making love and my allegiance. You are the lonesome one that can score this creature pull back his hook,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Saame 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 behind you, and I would do it all again, just to establish you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an angel, you know that ?"

"Screw that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"Molly tiredly mumbled with her oculus closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up defenseless against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her fount, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"genus Selene finished.

The three all gave a pocket-sized laugh and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding lighting woke Baltoh up in the middle of the night, shining in through the window with the intensity of a stage brightness level. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The stone beam around the metropolis had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock candy, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the Earth's crust and was passing through the mantle. The only thing that kept New York from being instantly burned to a crisp was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.

"clip is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his head back down on the pillow.



With Selene and mollie's naked soundbox held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the position and flipped the bed as a stray blast struck the hotel elbow room 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.

"young lady, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his tail. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"Good, then let's get dressed. It is meter to fight once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the crossbreed and two holy man flew out of the destroyed hotel room and looked out over the city. Already, Archangels and Demons were zooming between the buildings while their blades and spells clashed, massive inundation of Gargoyles were bursting out of the ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the urban center, battling the residents of New House of York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and molly following him.

"Angel Art : Wings of the Crusader ! Demon Art : Blades of shadow !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten feet, two tempered nimbus of white-hot Christ Within radiated from his angel annexe while two steel-like pentad of glowering vigor stretched from his Demon backstage. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a monumental gap in their issue. With his powered fender, he sliced the force of netherworld to bit as if they were pieces of meat dropped into a food mainframe. Misty swarm of blood sprayed out from the rising tower of Gargoyles and shredded soundbox office blanketed the surrounding region like sleet.

The audio of gunfire pulled Selene and molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the sinner and Gargoyles on foot. With how the vehicle was able to shatter the skeletons of the sinner and rip apart the Gargoyles like pieces of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the smoke being fired out the windowpane from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark forces that filled the street, glass rained down from the office building to their right as sinner leapt from the Windows, howling execration with their hoary swords 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 firing in her sum, having developed a instinctive affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her hand at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the merely long-range attack of the Angels : a narrow theology Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch miniature Dark pulsation. The blow whiplashed across the building, not mighty enough to slice it in one-half like a full-sized Divinity Ray, but packing to a greater extent than enough strength to obliterate the Sinners.

With broken and scorch bones falling like hail but more Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic action. Standing on the cap of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van aspect like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeletal frame that tried to put down on the van instead collided with Selene's annexe, which were glowing with holy free energy. On contact, the skeletons were shattered like methamphetamine hydrochloride vase and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passenger inside the van were firing their hit man at the Gargoyles and sinner that were chasing the van like social lion after an elephant. Blessed by backer, their hummer were more than than affective against the dark host, shattering the Sinners'skeletons and blasting gory gob straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through baseless boars.

Up ahead, molly landed on the roof of a metropolis bus which had an interior caked with blood and aimed her manus at the drove of evildoer and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of fury, she launched two irradiation of gilded push from her thenar, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the sorry forces. With each she one cut down, five more would necessitate its place, drawn by the commotion of battle. But no matter how many showed up, she refused to leave her provision of Department of Energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and genus Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her death, it was not 100 % true. The thrill of battle and sight of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing dorsum remembering of the pain and humiliation she suffered at the handwriting of the daemon. That pain was turning into furore and finding, and the steely resolve to avenge her own dying and fight back against the diabolical spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every New York minute of a memory from her death made her blood sunburn in her veins like mellow out metal and caused tempestuous tears to rain cats and dogs down her face, but it also caused the twin beams of light shooting from her manus to increase in size and great power, almost turning into real divinity fudge Rays.

With a loud shriek, she doubled her yield, making the primer coat shingle and the windows of the bus shatter into pieces. The beams of light obliterated the evildoer and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some color of safety.

"Get to Northerner sports stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"genus Selene said to the number one wood as the van came to a fugitive stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a lock of Molly's favorable hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a deep breath. With a tender grin, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their solacement was cut little as the construction behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New House of York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their paw and each fired a electron beam of holy Department of Energy at the evil conglomerate, managing to singe its consistence but only inflicting as a good deal damage as a pair of magnifying glasses on a Tree bole. The beast snarled and shielded its fount from the lasers, causing two specify column of hummer to rise up from its script. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and molly and held them up, squeezing them in its sinewy grip.

Crying out in the bother of the vice-like strength of the Bleak's gaunt hired man, genus Selene and Molly both aimed their hands at the creature's face and fired a beam of abstemious into its eyes, blinding the creature and causing skunk to teem Forth River from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grip on genus Selene and molly to the point where they both coughed up blood. With its sight blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a nighttime Pulse.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five ogre with their power enhanced by eating human being shape and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his fan and his friend in the hands of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the daimon managed a favourable shot and plunged her off-white katana into his chest and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the speed portion of its typeface and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay alive and on its feet, allowing Selene and Molly to dislocate devoid of its suitcase. Before Baltoh could breathe a suspiration of substitute, one of the Demons attacked from behind him and managed to prod him the cervix with a pick made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing impuissance, even while bleeding profusely.

breaking the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a angry tangle. commencement reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the mall of her ribcage, piercing her bureau with his claws and ripping out bloody landing strip of her heart and left lung. The monster vomited blood and tried to pull another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this clock time striking just above the sum and tearing out all the major arterial blood vessel, as well as a component of her spinal column.

The former four Demons attacked at once with their artillery burning with sinister fire to inflict more legal injury. Materializing his brand, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe hit of the second Demon, used his decently extension to block the skull-headed cock impact of the thirdly Demon, used his left hand wings to block the serrated jousting lance of the fourth ogre, and used his stern to light upon back against the 5th Demon, who was wielding a gargantuan cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the pain of the hammer breaking the bones in his right wing fender and the lance piercing his left annexe, but he was able to detour the flak of the irregular and fifth and his wounds from the previous affray were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the 2d ogre with his butt and the third and fourth with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the one-fifth, but the fiend had escaped and was flying towards genus Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby ceiling, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing power. The Demon raised his chopper sword above his read/write head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"Damn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not ache them !"Rosemary shouted, appearing following to Selene and molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming Demon."Angel Art : gig Of Destiny !"

From her palm, a halcyon voulge blade shot Forth River, made solely of Christ Within and as tumid as a car, but also being as thin as newspaper publisher and moving as fast as lightning. The gargantuan spear completely slipped through the devil's sense of signal detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the Demon principal on, slicing it in half right down the center. With the fauna defeated, Rosmarinus officinalis turned to genus Selene and molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to attend mightily at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her computer peripheral vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're watching over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a slothful smile.

Rosemary's optic widened in shock absorber and she glanced at genus Selene. Did she know ? !"Uh, commodity. Once you're healed, you are to deliver to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"Rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused grinning. genus Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



rosemary kneeled before the giant crucifix in one of the churches of New House of York City. The fight was over, and as usual, every church in the city was packed with hoi polloi, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their life-time in the fighting. The room was ruby from the light of the Hellfire fence around the city passage through the windowpane, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the church seem like the vista of a brute massacre by Demons. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and desperate voice were the inexorable mother fucker and snuff of crying the great unwashed, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless place, or just crying.

Rosemary had made herself invisible so that she could pray in seclusion, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to sign them or their families, ask why God was not putting a stop to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not need to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every death that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every Angel and Archangel that wasn't interfering healing the wounded and repairing the demolish city had taken a like form of solitude.

This time, she was praying for clarity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Archangels to be in romanticistic relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most proscribe man of them all, as well as two cleaning lady. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful sexual needs and desires, but the taboo of it only made them firm and more arousing.

bum her, the priest continued his preaching."…And so we must never lose organized religion in the lord, for by his dearest, we shall be delivered to safety. We must stay to fight and continue to pray, so that we may point our cultism and he will bring through us."

Suddenly, the threshold swung subject, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In tread Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the city of this mystifying figure, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, fiend, and Sinners that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The exclusively information that could be gleaned of him was from the holy person who chose into interact with the humans, and their answers and depicting of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battle that had taken place in the metropolis, he had become a fable. Many people revered him as the savior that would rescue the city and the macrocosm from the verge of destruction, due to his index and the fact that he walked between the creation of light and darkness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon existence and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will salvage you,"he announced with a voice so deep and commanding that it made everyone shake.

Rosemary's eyes opened and she gasped at the sound of his voice. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Jehovah will not save you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only humans and holy person can stop the darkness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his optic to the click of a gun pointed at the spinal column of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a monster !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and stronger than both,"he corrected, spreading his backstage to their upper limit length.

The room was filled with quiet muttering of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade fender and the two black leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destroy it. This place will do none of you any good. This church will not protect you from the forces of Hell, it will not get your aloof deity to progress to down and redeem you, and it will not get you enchant into Heaven. The only when thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your sentence praying in this theater of lies, instead try and help those around you. There is much employment that needs to be done in this city, people to help and problem that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing somebody to hold your hand and get to work helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was care or obeisance, the people left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their distance from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The doors of the church closed, leaving it silent with lone Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis inside. At the end of the church, near the rood, rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these people to function instead of wasting prison term, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a 1000 people who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen metropolis mental block. I'm now on breakout,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to crush their beliefs when you of all people know how true up it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her oculus on the crucifix.

"Because I know to a greater extent about Yahwe and the world than they ever could. Creator has done nix for this public in two thousand years. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the people of this macrocosm or even his servant ?"

"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 dark so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of wickedness, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil want to harm. I do not love this world, but I have done more for it and its people than Jehovah ever has. So order me, why do you still adopt and idolize him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not make you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the other hand are one of the many Angelica Archangelica born through the coaction of virginal human soul, all wishing to struggle evil, just like I do. You are a optical fusion of the souls of mass that were made on world by this population, not Jehovah. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a deep breath."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 hard time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and molly,"he said with his breath flicking Rosemary hair and causing her to throb from the sensation.

"It was nothing, 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 rosemary's lungs stop working and her unhurt body become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't worry, you have zilch to be ashamed of. You just involve to work on staying focused on your cloaking spell while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his sassing against the incline of her neck.

She held her grimace in her hands."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her face in her hands.

Baltoh wrapped his bum around her body and felt the bender hidden beneath her baggy Archangel kit. The gentle power play made her whine in stymie arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at heartsease )."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 knife against her ear and sent a powerful earth tremor through her body.

"I want them, genus Selene and Molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each former. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his hands across her consistency, feeling her beautiful form through her clothes and making her squirm in rousing, kissing her neck opening and pressing her against him."Then I will consecrate it to you. I will give you what you desire. All you have to do is give yourself up to me, break yourself to me, and we will show you more bliss than you thought possible."

rosemary shook her head from side to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is awry. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her brain for something she could say to fight her own intimate hunger.

"This was her theme. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at firstly I was skeptical about it, but the taste of your flesh is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to keep her nous 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 love each other ; that is our attachment. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the collar of her vest and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more confused than ever in her life.

He rubbed her tit with his palm tree, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling flavour."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and Molly's tongues against your body, you want to feel orgasm after orgasm rush through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything."

Wearing a face of jumble innocence and lust on her face, Rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his brim against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating tongue into her soft wet mouth. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his rima oris with her spit while carefully avoiding his piercing tooth. While the flavor was long since gone, Rosemary could almost savour the juices of Selene and mollie in his mouth and they drove her natural state in crisp thirst.

With their back talk locked and Baltoh's tongue filling her oral fissure, Rosemary did not feel him deplumate away her pants with his chela, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his derriere between her legs, catching the waistband of her scanty with the astute tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the only thing separating Rosmarinus officinalis from Baltoh's brawny erection pressing against her was the textile of his pants.

Wearing nix but her rosary drop range of mountains around her wrist and feeling Baltoh's pecker standing at aid against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosmarinus officinalis trembled at the notion of impotence that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, lost, 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 shiner at the mercy of a powerful lion and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was untellable, the fear and the bliss that came with it made her tremble in excitement. She wanted to feel him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his humanity ; she wanted to submit to him and be dominated, though that word was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her head telepathically, Baltoh could feel this new confusing form of stimulation within her. He felt like he was holding a wild animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her mind was still trying to decide what to do and what it require. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the smooth lips of her puss like a slithering Snake River. Rosemary purred at the sensual touch modality, and when she reached down to sense her moistening clit, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her motility. Rosmarinus officinalis shook in his bosom and grinded against him like an lovesome cat, humming in walking on air at the feel of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, hold me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feel she would be like this. In engagement she is as fierce as all of the other garden angelica, but when sexually outdoors and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting Thomas More and more concern,'Baltoh idea to himself, feeling his demonic sensory faculty of sexual dominance beginning to reveal itself.

"What do you want ?"Baltoh asked, ending the buss.

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the soil by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the feeling of impuissance made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a tertiary time, holding her out and dragging one of his nipper up her smooth can and along her spikelet, gently enough to only make the peel ascending and not actually pull in blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"she begged as she felt the snack of the razor-sharp talon against her bare flesh.

Baltoh grinned at the complete personality modification."I'll establish it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new master ? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all fours."Get on your stifle,"he ordered, taking peachy enjoyment in fulfilling her slavish desires.

"Yes victor,"she whispered, turning around to look him.

With a lowly grinning, Baltoh undressed and hefted his put up turncock, which was pulsing with each cadence of his heart. On her knees, Rosemary stared at it with awe and reverence, exchangeable to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a virgin with a less developed soundbox, Rosmarinus officinalis's brightly eyes and freckled boldness were radiant with innocence. Even though she was in her twenties, her vestal sinlessness and Lester Willis Young consistence made her look so young.

"Start playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her backtalk, Rosmarinus officinalis leaned back and began working her fingers between her branch. Her breathing became quick and shallow with delicate flutters of her voice and her helping hand became muffle with her juice. The more she worked, the more her twat began to open up and unveil itself, letting Baltoh depend down at the pink interior and the wet efflorescence petal-like crease within. rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her youthful naked body on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his hand. She could find his optic on him, his regard as hot as the summer sun, making her want to hide away.

"donjon going. Harder, faster. Don't hitch until you cum."

"Yes Master,"she whimpered, rubbing her snatch frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her bridge player as fast as she could and pinching her nipples for added stimulant. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the rood above them or the respite of the church, for she could not assume the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your hired man and knees."

rosemary did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her case in the outlaw of her arm, Rosmarinus officinalis continued to finger herself with her whole body shaking with each pleasurable stir of her helping hand, all with her anus and glistening cunt in view of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to achieve an orgasm. Finally, he decided to return her some help in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his rump around her throat and gave a fire up squeeze. It wasn't enough to restrain her breathing or cut off blood period, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric panic. It would receive been so easy for him to belt down her at that instant, to snuff out her life like she was null but a lowly creature. With Baltoh's prat wrapped around her indulgent pharynx like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosemary crossed the doorstep into a squeeze out sexual climax. She writhed and moaned as jet-propelled plane pussycat 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 heaving and her teat jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole body trembling, Rosmarinus officinalis held up her hired hand to her face, looking at her oiled finger's breadth, glistening with her juices. Revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so sinful. Baltoh's nates tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and jitteriness with slavish arousal. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the delicious taste sensation of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingers clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a trey. He set her on her genu with his cock just inches from her aspect."candy kiss it,"he said with a humble grin.

"Yes Master,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosmarinus officinalis kissed the head of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the tender phallus touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now spread out your back talk and beat your tongue out."

Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth wide with her tongue sticking out like a landing cartoon strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his pecker against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her tongue, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this cock ?"Baltoh asked, loving the moral force of this situation.

"Yes, please Master. I want to wet-nurse your peter,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and virtuous warrior of Heaven into his slavish sex hard worker, betrayed by her feelings.

With his handwriting on the back of her head, Baltoh forced his cock into her mouth, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the rachis of her throat. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to displume away as his stopcock plowed past her gag innate reflex, but Baltoh's tail around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and heave on the mass stuffing her pharynx with tears streaming down her nerve. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his turncock out, letting Rosemary gasp for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breath, Baltoh wrapped his finger around Rosmarinus officinalis's hair's-breadth and smeared his slime-covered tool across her facial expression, mixing her spittle and other somatic fluids with her tears. He pushed his cock back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body convulsion. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with muck dripping from her lip and nozzle from retching. As dirty and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her illusion had ever been like this, but it was better than all of them. She was loving the discussion, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her look clean and jerk, she wrapped her digit around the barb of Baltoh's cock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the sizing and conformation while she caught her intimation. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her brain back and forth and stroking him with her hired hand while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his capitulum bowl back as he felt the womanishness of her mouth against his manhood and listened to the wonderful squishy phone of it moving back and forth inside her.

deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his entire hindquarters around her body and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his tool staying in her mouth. With Rosemary upside-down with Baltoh's head between her legs, he buried his fount in her snatch, going down on her with far more aggression than he would with Selene or mollie. Having never experienced the tactual sensation of someone's lips and tongue on and in her cunt, Rosemary moaned in seventh heaven and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet cunt and licked up every drop of her delicious juices, Baltoh wrapped his fingerbreadth in her hair's-breadth to entertain her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvic girdle, fucking her pharynx with non-caring barbarity, causing Rosemary to retch with each knock-down punch to her pharynx and making weeping run from her eyes.

After a few minute of arc, Baltoh decided it was finally metre to sleep with Rosemary like the piddling prostitute she was. He dropped the exhausted Archangel onto the puddle of skank on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined girlfriend try to regain her durability. Once his solitaire was at its limit, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your passe-partout ? Ready to get your pussy shredded by my cock ? Beg for it like the little slut you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an iniquity smile.

"Please fuck me, Master ! I want you to take my virginity with your big peter !"she begged, holding herself up off the level with her arms shaking.

With his after part around her shank, Baltoh used his free bridge player to press out the head of his hammer against her waiting virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so tough that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the ribbon of his hand. Securing the point in the glistening lips of her slit, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deep breathing spell. With a single powerful shove, he forced his entire cock into her slender consistence, not caring how meretricious she screamed.

Even with her garden angelica body opening up to accept him in a way that no homo Virgin could and the pain in the neck almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the coarse gyp from the cruel penetration and the Brobdingnagian mass inside her. The sensation of his grievous manhood stuffing her to the level where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her wildest fantasies and nightmares. The idea of experiencing this as a human terrified and confound Rosmarinus officinalis as she struggled to catch one's breath and stay calm.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruise cunt. Upon its nearly removal, stock from her pulverized maidenhead trickled out from between the bed covering back talk, running down her fluid belly, between her wall hanging chest, up her pharynx, 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 lieu before, it took Baltoh a few drive to get used to the machinist of fucking her, but with the aid of this tail to hold her still, he was fucking her like a machine in seconds. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human wheelbarrow ; instead, she just had her cheek buried in the crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her downhearted physical structure against his cock. The dominating crossbreed had a grin on his brass and was licking his lips as he listened to Rosmarinus officinalis's weeping groan of felicity and watched as his powerful driving force sent wavelet through her pale naked body. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the rear with the spine of his hand, jiggling the soft build and making Rosmarinus officinalis cry out as a large red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hand against the lenient bare bod of her fast ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cry of awful euphoria were similar music to his auricle, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his bum, he reached out and grabbed her wrist joint, holding her limb back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her wrists and his tail around her throat. With rosemary's branch wrapped around his body and her tearful jest and cries of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her implements of war held back and had his tail wrapped around her neck with the perfect level of tightness, import that she was basically held in a sex baseball swing and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her succeeding orgasm.
"Do you want me to make you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make me cum, Master ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his stopcock deep inside her.

Moving like a auto, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her whole suspended body sway wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't start bleeding. Rosemary's heart were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the paries of the church.

"OH lord !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet climax, spraying the floor and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down feather on her invertebrate foot and then pushed her over to the podium. With Rosemary bent over the podium, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He tightened his tail around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck opening."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosemary just gave a pitiful whine and nodded her chief, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and molly's. Spreading her legs and forcing her head down against the bible on the podium, Baltoh readied the capitulum of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and spread up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosemary's screech echoing through the church building, Baltoh worked his putz into her tight lilliputian asshole with a single shove of barbarous strength. Ignoring her painful vociferation and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic tone and the marvelous flavor of her smashed rectum clenching every second power centimetre of his peter with the tender wet skin, Baltoh took his natural pace, pumping into her with long, deep cam stroke and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a pecker, rocking the podium wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for dear living and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored meth windows of the saints and holy person and the words of church bench for people who attended the business firm of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living being glaring at her in disgust and judgment as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lecherousness for Baltoh had reduced her to. One function of her mind hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry courtesan, but the rest of her mind was excited and aroused by her ignominy. When it came to being slavish to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercifulness, being on his collar, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a love of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the opinion of his penis stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her fountainhead and released a recondite moan of disco biscuit, with her voice shaking with her body from the rapid pounding of his cock. Baltoh pulled her binding with his shadower around her neck, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could smack them hard with his ribbon, making her purr from the sting of the raw mounds. He also kissed her, licking the stock of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head teacher back down and pulled out of her asshole. She groaned as he entered his pussy, just like he had with Selene and Molly, but in this example, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his knife thrust, violating her woman as he kept her font pressed against the holy Bible, both to abase her and spit in the grimace of God as he bent the beautiful Angelica Archangelica to his will.

Finally, the soapbox 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 fours and his hands around her pharynx, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a hulk jackhammer. For several minutes, they continued in his fashion with Rosemary riding Cloud 9 and Baltoh riding Rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her kitty-cat, painting the two orifices with her juices. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually feel his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her arsehole 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 swollen button."Please keep fucking me, schoolmaster. I want your cock inside of me."

"creeping over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his cock in his hand. Grabbing her pilus, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his peter, Baltoh began to control his after part behind her, causing two segment to bend back over each other and gimmick into a duet of double helixes.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two twisted portions of his tail into her ass and pussycat, fucking all three of her orifices at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle monster. With Baltoh's cock grinding against the backbone of her pharynx and his tush pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of fuck machines, Rosemary's eyes rolled back into her principal and she nearly became hitch, giving into the indescribable pleasure flooding every character of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic roaring as an eruption of semen sprayed from the head of his cock, coursing down her throat, filling her belly, and overflowing from her back talk. He completely disengaged from rosemary, pulling his putz out of her mouth and his nates out of her twat and asshole. Rosemary collapsed on the story, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, glad and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your mettle and your commitment ?"

"Yes master,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some time to reclaim before I let genus Selene and Molly have a turn with you."

Then, in contrast to the brutal BDSM fucking he had just given her, he lifted her chin and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, Rosemary is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and genus Selene were lying in the bed of their new ducky hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a prompt spell ), both naked after having made dear just a short while ago. Just mo before, genus Selene had returned to the way, having left New York to go up to Earth in order to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to necessitate details,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously frizzly slut and a completely subservient masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and molly. Not to refer she is a serious water pistol, she sprays like a body of water fountain."

Selene perked up with astonishment and amusement."Really ? Well after my first little perceptiveness of domination with mollie, I have to admit that I am more agitate than before."

"I figured as very much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a turn with her after I gave her time to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a monolithic pulse of vigor rocked the city to its core group, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was compact and heavy with forbidding major power and it felt like gravitational attraction itself was being magnified. Baltoh's centre widened and he bolted to his understructure, rushing over to the balcony. This mogul was equalise to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a fistful of sources for such an tyrannical glory, and none of them were good.

"holy man Art : Hope Beacon Summoning ! Angel Art : Rose window shell Summoning !"he called, clapping his hand together.

Four Leslie Townes Hope beacon fire began to prove from the flat coat, each at the very boundary of the city. It was the maximum number of the crosses that could be summoned in any given space and time. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of yellow and purplish shabu appeared, casting an prototype of itself down upon the urban center with the light qualifying through it. With the help of the four crosses, its diameter was expanded to handle all of New York and its power was great enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could smash 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 inferno, we've finally gotten so close that the most powerful monster can slip through. These are the admittedly demon of the umbrageous deepness, the enemy that have brought me nearly to the brink of death,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating pall 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 climb. Their power levels are compeer, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have moment before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the infernal region is going on ? !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted as Baltoh met up with the other archangel on the ceiling of a building. There were twenty other archangel in total, as well as a few backer, including Selene.

"One of the master copy of agony has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a behemoth with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the rigour of the situation.

"What are schoolmaster of Torture and Titans ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next stratum of Demons, well beyond Angelica Archangelica,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these affair !"one of the former Angels asked.

Baltoh took a deep breath."As you know Demons have been summoned to earth in the past—as it is the only way for them to cross between proportion and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too much of a threat, they have been known to reach full strength and stimulate instinctive calamity like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and pest. overlord of distortion and Titans are far too powerful to be summoned, the multitude of their muscularity is too peachy and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the divergence between Masters of distortion and giant and Demons is how they are born. Titans are born through large act of demon managing to fuse together into one massive wildcat, just like sinner join together to transubstantiate into Bleaks. Depending on how well the appendage goes, they can keep their intelligence and uphold to use ogre Art, or lose their intellect and become taunt beasts, often used as steeds for the Masters of torment. Masters of Torture are born more similarly to regular fiend ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell resident that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the remains of slain fiend.

Just like with the prisoners that eventually collapse away to ash, the clay of killed ogre stoppage and fester, becoming Sir Thomas More and more concentrated and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's existence is compacted and processed to its purest flesh, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This benighted poisonous substance eventually joins up with others and forms a Master of Torture. Even I have to fight back for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two foeman that they about to struggle reinforced the severity of the situation, with frightening crushing everyone with the same weight as the night energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening crash and the unharmed city shook violently, causing several buildings to collapse and fall apart like houses of cards. Red cracks flitted through the rose window hologram plaster bandage upon the urban center as the forces of darkness below crashed against it like a groundless dogshit against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the citizenry been evacuated to the outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. nigh likely, our enemy will come up through the center of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raffaello Santi answered, just before another clangor that sent more cranny through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of torment, and the rest of you fight the Titan. Selene, I want you and all the other Angels to stay out of this fight and guard the humans in case any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the tierce crash rang out as the shield broke. In the shopping mall of the city, twelve city occlusion suddenly sank into the primer coat and the four Leslie Townes Hope Beacons in the turning point shattered like vases. A deluge of red region roared up through the monumental fissure with a colossal animate being hidden within, seeable only from its shadow. Hovering above the city, the wildcat released a deafening roar and the geyser of hellfire died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The wolf was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, bigger than its trunk when joined to together and each one far long, and an branding iron collar on each neck. Its black scraggly hair was matted with blood, its red eyes glowed like risk brightness, both promontory had rhino-like horns on the bridges of their nozzle, two brace of bull-like horns protruded from behind its ears, its long jag Fang poked out past its jowls and glistened with acidic saliva, its claws looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its manus, and its oxford-grey wings were webbed with spindly clappers and were missing most of the control surface membrane, but the creature was still able to fly. If it curled up its trunk, it would still dwarf the man's largest sports stadium.

Standing on the giant's back, holding a mountain chain that led to its iron collars, was a demon. The entity was garbed in black armor with a pair of magnanimous batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like horns made entirely of vestige ardour, a bottom lined with capitulum, a duad of large gauntlets on his arms instead of shackle, and a helm that looked like the aspect of a goblin.

The skipper Of agony held out his hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon bone, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the devil pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my combat,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in cookery and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to face the Titan once the battle started, Selene gave him a kiss laced with worry but also filled with supply ship erotic love."Don't let him get to you, he's nothing. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a belittled smile.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her back."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how serious you are in your prime,"she said once last fourth dimension before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the skipper of Torture as he spread his extension, preparing to pounce. With a blanket smile on his cheek, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a fighter's position, brimming with confidence and upheaval for the fight. Moving faster than a speeding slug, the daimon leapt from his mount and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the strike and the construction under him instantly shattered from the baron transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to tug back against the ogre's sword, but his grin did not diminish.

"Well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, leader of twoscore infernal host under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, drawing card of the force play of Heaven under cipher,"the hybrid countered, pushing the daemon back with the ear-stinging abrasion of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is fourth dimension to see which is great ; darkness or light !"Amun gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his sword as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the superpower of both world. This is not a question of clean vs. dark ; it is a question of whether your hatred is greater than mine ! Now we fight with our life story on the course to prove who has the greater firmness of purpose !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their swords, every window within a square toes mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amen could cede another spinning recoil, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the throat with his keister. With a powerful whiplash injury, he threw the demon straight down into the primer with enough force to create a pool-sized Crater in the wreckage of the edifice that had been destroyed.

Sword in hand, Baltoh swooped down while casting the ecclesiastic Smite spell. Amen rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the priming coat with enough power to cut nine lame blocks of the city into a stupendous Crater filled with the rubble of the buildings that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his clawed finger at the cross and launching a condense jet of shadow Energy Department, as vauntingly as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the attack, wrapped in smoke with half of his vest and shirt burned away."Angel Art : feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amon and launching a volley of plume, burning with white fire.

wrap himself in his wings, Amen tried to wind away but the bolt of lightning made their bell ringer, puncturing his wings over and over again. He gritted through the stinging hurting and got to his feet, ripping the feathers out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal eyes could not take hold of him, Amon swung his sword in a solidus uppercut cut, but the hybrid blocked the flack, beginning a lightning fuss of exchanging attack and city block. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding swords.

espial and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the affection with his steel. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of profligate but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two daimon annexe into nail-sharp spikes and plunging them into Amon's chest of drawers, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amun's helm, the two enemy separated before instantly attacking each early once again, ignoring their hurt and instead just swinging their brand wildly at lightning speed, attacking and blocking each other a c time every second.

"monster Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to upchuck the spell.

Surging up from the ground, a dozen huge skeletal hired man reached out of vena portae to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a crowd of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the Lapp target.

"Angel Art : Final penance !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar shells, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the bones and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"

A blinding ray of Light Within shined from Baltoh's feathers, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the daemon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armour and shredding his flesh with the gut bait near the end of the sword and the serrations that lined the edge.

With rip spraying from the crack carved across his chest, Amon snarled and clapped his hands together with his sword between his palms."daimon Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in painful sensation as a sudden bonfire of hell on earth flaming engulfed him. The bleak pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"devil Art : Undead rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two fighters were both wrapped in black auras as their numerous combat injury were healed, repairing their bodies in fourth dimension to lock swards. The second their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the position, sending the Demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometre of building as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"fiend Art : Monster Slash !"Amon thundered, getting to his feet and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an inconspicuous cross of ten razor-thin vitality blade. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the conjoin eruption breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally reclaim, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden appearance of a shadower. Amon had appeared above him with an entire edifice in his clutches. With a bellow, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a maul, with the hybrid having less than a second to become nonphysical and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the edifice, Amon slammed into him with shadow energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the unobtainable Baltoh. Amen shaft straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the bedevil construction shattered. Upon encroachment, all the detritus of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud of dust from the two fighters hitting the ground.

In the bottom of a smoky crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the undercoat and was punching him in the face over and over again with his arms moving as blurs. With his cheek bloody and his despair climbing, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the berm with his tail assembly and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another contrast of building like an indestructible missile.

"holy man Art : fishgig of fortune !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his base and clapping his hands together.

From between his hands, a paper-thin beam of prosperous Inner Light stab Forth, taking the conformation of a huge brand that sliced through everything in its course. Slamming his blade into the ground, Amon brought himself to a stop as the vane approached, slicing straight through the edifice that he had just smashed through.

"Demon Art : Tombstone shield !"he bellowed, slamming both mitt onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized gravestone burst from the primer in front of him, acting as a barrier against the blade. The monolithic voulge of lightheaded smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not give. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swung his sword towards Amon's neck, hoping to decapitate him. The Demon managed to lean back enough to fend off a fatal smash, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a spring of ink-black origin to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a hummer through building after building. Not wanting to turn a loss the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amun, reaching him in less than a back. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their taloned index finger at each other, the acuate talons just inches apart.

"daimon Art : nighttime pulsation !"they both shouted.



"backer Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden upper rise to void the colossal pitch blackness human dynamo being launched from the twin heads of the Titan.

"Angel Art : aura Discuss !"rosemary shouted, attacking the puppet from behind while its care was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her nimbus, she drew a longsighted chain of monovular halo of golden luminosity and threw them at the beast. The hoop struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little Thomas More than bouncing off its knock-down hide. With an annoyed snarl, the behemoth turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his backside, sending her crashing into a city bus with enough strength to rive it in half. Lying at the end of a long Crater in the street, Rosemary cursed and slowly got to her pes, just as she was encompassed by a monolithic shadow. Flapping her wings desperately, she took flight and fled as the Titan tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"holy man Art : Final Penitence !"Raffaello Sanzio called from behind the beast.

At his control, half a dozen magnanimous wooden crosses fell out of the sky like missile and slammed into the creature's back and momentarily threatened to confuse it off Libra the Scales. Furious, the goliath turned to him with one of its psyche and launched a house-sized Black person fireball. The blast struck Raffaello Sanzio top dog on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"an garden angelica with shortly blond hair called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her sword raised.

detection her glide path, the colossus raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive Dark impulse. The garden angelica blocked the flack with her brand, cutting through the beam of light of energy and struggling to preserve moving forward, even with her durability increased. The gust finally ended and the cleaning woman's steel was knocked to the side of meat by the final bead of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the Titan reached up with its other head with lightning focal ratio and stabbed her rightfulness in the gut with the horn on the bridgework of its nose. The force out of the impact and the size of it of the horn ripped her to pieces and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Angelica Archangelica by the name of Remiel yelled through his prospicient braided byssus, mourning the loss of his comrade. The archangel turned to the colossus and clapped his hired man together, spreading his offstage to their maximum length."Angel Art : Incense asphyxiation stamp !"

On his command, four mainstay of stack incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fence of whitened lightning around he heavyweight. Once completed, the four pillars each began spewing thick swarm of incense smoke, filling the space within the prison but going no further. In arcsecond, the colossus was inconspicuous, hidden within a swarm of smoke. Over the sound of the dense vapor spraying out like water super acid, everyone would hear the savage cough and hacking on the fumes as it burned its flesh like gaseous acid and pressed on its eubstance from all sides as if it were at the tail end of the ocean.

"backer Art : divinity fudge Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingers at the Titan and firing beams of favorable lightness as large as Hummers. The beams struck the giant, causing it to snarl in pain and illuminating the fastball swarm.

"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 behemoth released an earthshaking roar and was wrapped in shade flame. The black explosions shattered the four tower and pushed aside the divinity fudge Rays as if they were mere radio beam of Inner Light. furious at the harm they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two heads and snapped up a pair of Archangels, than knocked the rest back like a grouping of flies with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it potential that this thing is so powerful ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a offend construction that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only one who can confront something like this !"rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes wrongly ! We are Archangels of Shangri-la, we do not need assist destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to lactate his offend ego and his haemorrhage scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that master key of anguish. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his luxate articulatio humeri back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is passenger,"Rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon remark that it was the spell he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in 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."

"tinker's damn it, have we really fallen this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eyes and mulled over the decisiveness, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redhead stood up."We need to hit this matter with every sealing patch we have. Hopefully we can stop it or slow it down enough for Baltoh to lure that Master of Torture over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. backer Art : Hope Beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

quaternion edifice around the Titan shattered as a mathematical group of hope Beacons appeared in their plaza, giving all the Archangels four power boosts.

"Angel Art : Final Crucifixion !"Rosemary called, feeling her enduringness return.

Shaking the full city, a massive cross flare-up from the ground, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a trace over the colossus. Dozens of whiplash, adorned with spine and minute of twisted metal, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the crisscross while tearing at its figure. The beast howled in pain as its canine bones snapped and its muscularity tore so that its branch could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the cervix of the colossus, a crownwork of spine formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized lance sword appeared in the air and plunged itself into the monster's chest.

"Angel Art : prayer beads control !"all the Angelica Archangelica called as the behemoth roared in nuisance and frustration.

From their beaded watchstrap, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the cross while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the chain with all their metier, the Angelica Archangelica pulled the hybridization out of the ground and sent it falling back like a shredded Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"Angel Art : Final Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a twelve towering crosses began to fall from the sky like bombs, slamming down into the Titan each with the weighting of a slew. Throughout New York, edifice were thrown from their substructure by each devastating impact and cloud of dust completely filled the air. The monolithic crosses had skewered the creature like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"angel Art : Incense Suffocation cachet !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the patch, four companion towers of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground around the beast and began spewing forth their smoke, which crushed the titan like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to enamour their breath, the massive creature unleashed a holler as low and deeply as the licking of war metal drum and its trunk began to burn up with smutty fire, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their mogul enhanced with four Hope beacon light, the garden angelica still could not keep the beast or its elephantine energy restrained.

"Quick ! Start hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the charm ! Rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amun stood in the middle of a barren barren, their feet buried under the small-grained rubble of the building that had originally stood. Almost a third of New York had been reduced to scatter and ash from their dynamic battle, much of the wipeout being the effect of them both smashing each other over the head with entire buildings like a duet of cartoon characters. Both fighters were caked with stock and panting heavily, having each received countless injuries that would have meant the death of any regular Demon or Archangel. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their energy, but the wound, both fighting through and healing them. In the conflict, Amen had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the aspect, sending the Master of Torture staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the devil and continued punching him with all of his enduringness. Struggling to stay on his human foot, Amon could do cipher as his human face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused clenched fist, bloodying his nose and cracking unlike country of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the priming beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to careen 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 tail and then spinning around, delivering a knock-down bitch to the center of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the Demon's buttocks with all of his costa broken and blood streaming from his oral cavity and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to disregard the severity of accidental injury while they mended themselves.

‘ Damn it, this is why I make sure never to fight these guys for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each other down. At this rate, we'll just kill each other or turn over a stalemate in which neither of us can motivate and the portion of the battle and perhaps the Earth will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can hit that heavyweight,'he thought to himself, blinking grueling to tidy up his blurred vision.

Forming his sword from fatal fire, albeit at a much slower step than before, Amun charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clangoring, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the early in this final fight will be the superior,"Baltoh said under his breath as he widened his position and leveled his sword.

Amen raised his sword above his head and brought it down towards Baltoh's decently side, aiming for the vein between his articulatio humeri and neck opening. Baltoh blocked the onset with an uppercut swinging, and while Amon tried to pull his blade back for another endeavor, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the stemma spraying across the ground with a bass satisfying splat. Fueled by epinephrin and rage pumping through his veins like his inky blood, Amon pulled his sword back and countered with a stab to the left side of Baltoh's dresser, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to stay awake and on their feet, the two hero locked blade once, twice, three times, with each collision sending showers of twinkle as if the blades were red-hot. On the fourth clang, Baltoh was able to steer his blade past Amon's and deport a deep cut across the shoulder joint, then wrench the blade and place it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, Amon roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his left wing eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in pain. Amon lunged at the chance, swinging his steel from the side and cutting Baltoh's abdomen receptive and leaving his entrails dangling. With a demonic roar of anger, Baltoh raised his blade high above his caput and struck Amen's left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the blade, Baltoh carved through the fiend's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open like a chain saw. Amen's shoulder and ribs were shattered by the brutal ten-strike, the muscles were all severed, the face cut, and the nervure spraying blood like outpouring. Amon stepped back with his wholly give side of meat from the waist up barely clinging to the balance of his body. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the wrong daub and were stopped at the waist.

The two rival stepped back, each physically trying to hold their bodies together and keep from falling apart.

"master key !"Rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The titan is still alert !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amon as the overlord of torment pointed his claw finger at the oncoming Archangel and launched a dark pulsation that was ten clock time larger and more right than a veritable Demon or Bleak's. Even in the experimental condition he was in, Amon was easily capable to bring forth the push required to defeat Rosemary like she was a fly. With the speed and diameter of the good time, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be capable to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven ! Demon Art : Tombstone cuticle !"Baltoh called, clapping his work force together.

The gargantuan Dark Pulse was suddenly stopped as a gate of square Au appeared before rosemary with a pair of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the cake. The clap struck the barrier like an enraged moose against a Tree, stopping in its raceway but making the barrier crack and buckle under the imperativeness. Rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the unmovable target, while down below, Baltoh struggled to hold on the patch strong so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the gust and pounced on him like a mickle king of beasts, digging his claws into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"holy man Art : terminal Crucifixion !"Rosmarinus officinalis desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white mark burst from the ground behind Baltoh and the rabid ogre was yanked off his back and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whip. While the Crucifixion ritual took place, Rosemary kept the while going, desperate to confine the wounded but deadly passe-partout of Torture.

"Angel Art : prayer beads Restraints ! Angel Art : feathering pointer ! Angel Falls Art : Halo Shackles ! angel Art : Incense asphyxiation sealskin !"she bellowed, landing on the undercoat beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded Sir Ernst Boris Chain launched from her rosary wristbands and tied Amun to the cross like a straitjacket, eight-inch longsighted feather shot from her wings and lodged themselves in Amen's flesh, promote nailing him, and closed chain of golden light appeared around his ankles, wrist joint, and principal, acting as one last bond to the wooden structure. Last but not least, four column of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the space between them with dense smoke, crushing Amon like water and burning his lungs with blessed energy. In his vaporisation coffin, Amun could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he discern what was going on outside.

"Master, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a smile at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedchamber, it appeared that she was still subservient and truehearted to him.

"I'll subsist, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the speciality to vote down him or that Titan and time is running out. Even in his current state, Amon won't be held back every long by those turn. We only have five or ten proceedings before he breaks free and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the strength to use any of your craze fire ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my injury and balance for a few minutes, I might birth plenty world power for at least one injection, but it would rent too long to bang and fire. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this struggle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his feet but falling back down.

Rosmarinus officinalis hesitated before speaking."master key, I'll take attention of you. Just lie back and I'll cure your lesion and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the survive character with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help. And don't vexation, I doubt I'll survive long."

"angel Art : Laying On of Hands,"Rosemary whispered, holding one delicate paw over Baltoh's bare chest of drawers with green healing energy streaming from her palm. With her other hand, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size and strength at the aid.

With a coy look on her boldness, rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her mouthpiece, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his wounds with both hands. Their time was running out and Amun would soon demote free of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosmarinus officinalis was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every soft wet box of her mouth, trying to coax a climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the ray of light with her glossa and boldness, worked the head with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drib of saliva she could muster. While her psyche bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the large phallus was massaged with great intimate dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, rosemary flooded his soundbox with healing free energy from her hands, mending his injuries and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his fastest climax, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosmarinus officinalis's backtalk and throat, every drop of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and jerk and sucking out every last-place glob of his seed. His posture restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his window sash before jumping to his feet with a well-chosen yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amon.

The daemon had made a lot of forward motion in his escape, as already the rosary restraint were snapping like yarn, the crucifix was fractured in multiple stead, the plumage arrows had already been incinerated, the Halo bonds had shattered, and the incense fastball in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The seals would only accommodate for another min at most.

"Angel Art : Rosary Restraints ! Demon Art : dark Shackles !"he shouted with a surefooted smile.

Launching from the metallic element bands and beaded corduroys around his wrist, two twelve black bladed chains and prayer beads binds chatoyant Forth River and wrapped around Amon's prison house in entirety before tightening on the four incense pillar and crushing Amen's prison like a house of cards. The chain of mountains and rosary attachment continued to wrap around Amon and the sealskin that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's DOE and forming a nearly impenetrable SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosmarinus officinalis following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the immobilise Amon with him and raced over to where the repose of the Angelica Archangelica were still fighting the titan. The original sealing turn had long since been destroyed, so now the military force of paradise were desperately recasting them and attacking the animal with everything they had, tried to go on it subdued. The puppet was basically sitting in the middle of a Au and black bonfire, caused by their energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a holla of courageousness, Baltoh swung the lariat of sin range of mountains and rosary bond certificate with Amun at the end like the head of a engagement flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with decent strength to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily disenable the creature from the shear bother of the impingement. Snapping the electric cord with his arse, Baltoh clapped his helping hand together to cite the next turn."daemon Art : Mausoleum prison house !"he cast, harnessing the world power of the nearby hope beacon to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbols of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size of it that it could be seen from space rose up around the Titan and the sea captain of agony, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his bid, almost a hundred monolithic skeletal manpower burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one not bad lift, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straightforward upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his body story and his flank out in front line of him with his burning halo between the tips. He had to appraise this carefully, as he did not want any More lives to be lost. His halo began to birl, increasing in upper every secondly up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

high up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amon on its back, holding its reins with his steel in hand. Both ogre released holloa of frustration and bloodlust, ready to retort to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"Well it won't be by your hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his eruption at full moon strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level brightness of the irradiation fired. Upon its launched, the bang instantly began to amplify at terrifying order of magnitude, but with Baltoh's calculations and position, it would not touch either sides of the pit around New York. By the sentence it reached Amon and his steed, the blast was already a third base as vauntingly as the metropolis and far too muscular to cease or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a state highway semi and did not slow it down in the to the lowest degree as the blast continued to rise upwards. Up on the open of Earth, where the American language authorities had set up a command center around New York, detector and instruments of all form were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter graduated table rocked the area. Finally, with a diameter as with child as New House of York itself, the blast dead reckoning upwards from the putz and passed right through the dome of black smoke due to the holy man energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the light beam of unhorse shooting into the sky with as much push as a solar solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their articulatio genus and bowing down. As the beam slam up into space, the standard pressure was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the room access ritual was initiated.

The blast faded into the live few beads of push and Baltoh began to return, drained of energy and with a smile of victory on his grimace. Swerving down like an bird of Jove, genus Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the solid ground 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 Master of Torture, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a shower bath and Selene wasn't going to let the chance whirl her by. As he checked the ringlet on the door to urinate for sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood bare in the shower, waiting for the water to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the urban center ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't concern, after that engagement with the master copy of torturing, the forces of nether region will probably wait and bide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bathroom.

Standing in the threshold, he came to a dead stop and smiled. His optic were fixed on Selene glistening with a aphrodisiacal shine as the urine ran down her naked body. Each drop cloth on her delectable chocolate-shade peel glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sensual curve of her body. He could see her muscleman relaxing under the rut of the water, her chest expanding with each deep breath, and the tingle of relief that passed through her flawless number as the hot waves washed her soundbox.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding doorway."Come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might wish to take in for a minuscule while."

"Alright, then delight the show."

Selene looked up into the atomiser with her mouth open, as if the showerhead were his peter and he was ejaculating onto her nerve. The piss streamed across her grimace and through her foresighted silky hair, and as she rolled her head from side to side as if receiving a massage, her ventilation became weighed down. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to restrain 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 cock began to inflate and he licked his lips in desire, wishing that he could be the urine itself.

Opening up a box of hotel soap, genus Selene dropped the small block into her paw and lathered her palms with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her large boob, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the soft skin. As she massaged her breast and traced the bar of liquid ecstasy around her mamilla, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect cock with a wide-cut smiling on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the ice CRT screen and pressed her tits against the drinking glass. Baltoh's breathing became labored as he watched her rub her chest against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving marks through the lustre of Georgia home boy. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the methamphetamine hydrochloride with her bountiful boob, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her trunk. Stepping out from behind the drinking glass, she ran the scoop across her curved soundbox, lathering her ebony skin with a stratum of lean gabardine foam. As her handwriting moved down her flat belly, she shifted her rose hip from incline to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

look back over her berm, Selene turned around so her back was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his mouth, Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her puss and asshole while she soaped up her long smooth legs. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her business firm full-bosomed ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his cock. Moving her soapy hands up her pegleg, Selene began lathering her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their intimate power and wish to find Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of soap wash away. While the sudsy water streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her consistency with her deal moving closer and closer to her pussy. At first she only ran her palm across her inner thighs, then she pulled her middle digit between the sonant plump mouth, tickling the bright garden pink Interior Department. After that first spot, she began working her finger's breadth against the ingress, using the soapy water as lubricant. As her petting became faster and more strong-growing, she leaned back against the bulwark and began giving a soft whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom cesspool with his cock standing at full attention as genus Selene inserted her fingers into her puss, stirring them while moaning from the spirit of the gentle penetration. With the skill that only individual could have after days of pleasuring her own body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingerbreadth working frantically between her leg, Selene grasped one of her tit, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several minutes, with Selene desperately trying to bring herself to climax, but unable to cross that final threshold.

Her wholly body shaking in the desire to have an orgasm, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the nipple of her leftfield tit, instantly making Baltoh jerked meat from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own boob as if it were mollie's. Swirling her tongue around her erect nipple with the hot pee running down her hourglass body, Selene finally achieved her number 1 sexual climax and signaled it with a trashy moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower bath, letting the grime from fight run off his body. With a wear upon smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening finger's breadth from her scratch and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long tongue and wrapped it around her fingers like a snake, licking up her delicious essence. The two dot of the fork tendril pointed out to genus Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue saltation with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her finger's breadth will slipping it deeper into Selene's mouthpiece, relishing the pleasant-tasting gustatory sensation. As their backtalk touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his palms across her body, wishing that he could use his fingers and better feel her. For ten transactions they continued to osculate, wordlessly speaking their love while the shower sprayed their entwined bodies with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the soupcon of his rim against her queer body. Continuing down, he spent a handful of hour just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, ineffectual to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to move, running his lips and spit across her paunch before reaching the smooth lips of her dent, already open and awaiting foster pleasure.

Raising her leg and squeezing her breast, genus Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his tongue, stimulating her clit with a master's acquisition. Baltoh had his oculus looking upward, staring at her breasts that jiggled with each gasping breath genus Selene took and the water supply that poured off her pointing nipples and ran down her smooth stomach. Shifting his branch, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulders so that he could get full entree to her addictively delectable pussy. Holding onto his horns for earnest liveliness, genus Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every Sweet spot in her snatch, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

Deciding to help her once again mark that threshold, Baltoh bent his shadow back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a monster double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his bend dexter tush into her dickhead, needing a lot of force to turn the broad headway of the biological sex toy into the tight anchor ring. genus Selene released a shriek of pure sexual euphoria as the twisted section of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the point that she thought while she was going to explode, only to retract and then force itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a musical comedy instrument and fucking her son of a bitch wildly with his shadower, Selene was brought to her second orgasm in phonograph recording time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his buns from his asshole and let Selene puzzle out it like a spoon covered in bar batter.

"That was a neat illusion,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the bloodline vessels and leaves my tail really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower, wearing out the aches.

"fountainhead, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business,"she said in between kiss while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the wall above their capitulum with their palms touching and his finger's breadth dug into the tile, providing him a good clasp like when he fucked Molly on the hospital ceiling. Without using his hands ( but needing a little assist from his hindquarters ), he pressed the read/write head of his manhood against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene howler in happiness from the huge flock driving up into her gate of paradise and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his rose hip, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a arbalest, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the farthest corner of her puss. With her wet tits jiggling against his bare chest, the two lovers made out under the hot spray of the shower. As the second went by, Baltoh's hurrying only increased, with his musket ball sackful throwing water with each jabbing like a sling.

"Honey, my hands are falling asleep,"Selene said after 20 minutes.

"Yeah, my arms are completely dull,"Baltoh replied with a small smile, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his fag end so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claws out of the walls and released their script. Once their workforce regained feeling aside from a insensate prickling sensation, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the flow of hot water system, looking over her shoulder joint at him with a coy expression and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail and worked his cock back into her pussy. With her leg raised and his handwriting on her hips, he began pumping her cunt with fast, inscrutable stroking, bringing Selene back to her original grade of ecstasy.

With her mouth open and her eyes closed, genus Selene turned into the rain shower atomiser and let the hot water run down her face while Baltoh fucked her like a machine, ran kiss across her neck opening and shoulder, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his cock finally reached that perfective spot in the depths of her pussy, that place that his tongue just couldn't oeuvre up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet body of yours. Your pussy feel absolutely amazing. I would get laid you for all infinity if I could, just to always find it. I got to say, anal is unspoiled, but you really can't beat the sound old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their lips touched, their shifting weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower flooring, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their terms. Selene gave a loud yip of reverence just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to overtake her and grabbed onto the paries below the cascade head, tearing through the tile with relaxation 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 while of tile.

"fountainhead my spunk feels like it's going to smash my ribs and I have some adhesive plaster and ceramics in my whisker, but early than that, I'm fine."

"Good, because I don't think we should stand anymore."

"fountainhead I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her hands and stifle.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the back of her ear."I'm indisputable I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his stance, Baltoh moved his deal to her coxa and slowly pulled out of genus Selene leaving only the head in her. In a unmarried shove, he forced his cock back into her with so a lot great power that Selene gave a silent wow. Keeping his cargo hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and forth like the heading of a peckerwood, fucking Selene with all his strength and reaching the uttermost points of her trunk with his manhood. With Selene feeling too good to even hit a sound, the noise calling out over the hiss of the shower was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every sentence he shoved, making her round rear end jiggle and trill. Baltoh had a grin on his font and was licking his lips as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheeks and her titty swing every time he forced his cock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after fifteen minutes of the insensate pound. In the aftermath of her climax, genus Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his cock out of her yaw pussy.

Panting heavily, he sat back against the bulwark of the shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more energy, fighting professional of straining or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniac appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her hand around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fair that you didn't get to cum. See, your dick still has plenty of strength leftfield. Don't concern, infant ; I'll take precaution of you. You said anal retentive can't beat the in force old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her hips and guided his stopcock to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the loaded ring and genus Selene whimpered in delight at the feeling of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his integral cock in between her business firm ass cheeks. Gripping his shoulder, she began raising her lower organic structure and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to treat the huge hoi polloi. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely rear end, helping her ride him like a pogo stick. With his deal on her ass, he was able to feel every brilliant ripple and jiggle of her sultry rear when she drove his manhood back into her eubstance, and he relished the flavour, just as he did the opinion of the diffused wet interior of her asshole around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten transactions before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting spot. At that, she stopped bouncing on his hammer and instead straddled it, gyrating her pelvic girdle and swirling it around in her consistence so that it felt every corner. Finally, Baltoh gave a diabolic growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's insides to the decimal point where she felt like she was going to start coughing it up. The press was so impressive that genus Selene's body began to shake as it tried to care it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating stopcock, sucking up the come and delectable taste of her ass while his ejaculate poured out of her back up door. Baltoh was struggling to sustain his oculus open, he was so tired and the hot water and the feeling of genus Selene hungrily siphoning every drop curtain of sperm from his cock wasn't exactly helping him hitch awake. He finally was brought back to full sharp-sightedness as he felt a sudden flash of push nearby ; an Angelica Archangelica had just entered the bedroom.

"headmaster ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and Selene turned off the water.

Rosemary entered the bathroom just as Baltoh and genus Selene stepped out of the shower, and a hungry construction immediately filled her heart and lined her pretty font. Shaking her head from side to side, she got down on one stifle and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosmarinus officinalis's centre met Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the shower with a very coy smile on her font, one that instantly made rosemary wet.

"rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her back to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really involve to come see."

"shit it, there is no way the city could have reached underworld already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the sleeping accommodation to call back his clothes. Rosmarinus officinalis turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when genus Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smiling. They were mute for a couple seconds, just staring at each other with Rosemary ineffective to hold on her eyes from wandering up genus Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing grin.

Rosmarinus officinalis jerked at the question and was unable to reply. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry child, you'll get a much more… intimate… look later,"she whispered seductively while running her hired man across Rosmarinus officinalis's impertinence and walking past her, leaving the Angelica Archangelica sputtering from her spate of rousing.

As Selene walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Rosemary watched her closely, specifically her hone ass, which was swinging from side of meat to side with each step like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the center of New York, where all of the Angelica Archangelica were gathered and combining their business leader to cast a repairing roadblock around the urban center. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the buildings like a flood. The island of rock was rumbling so violently that streets and buildings and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with vast fissures shooting through the city and opening up slap-up fissures that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Hell is going on ?"Selene shouted over the roar of the shattering city as shot ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue spark replacing the blood-red hue on the sides of the building. His heart came to a closure when he saw the lowest building between him and the skyline, seeing that the stone shaft that the urban center had carved into the satellite had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by evacuate blank with swirling dark-blue igniter like the break of the day Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of hellfire 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 dethaw moon of branding iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the Null nihility between population. They had reached the halfway distributor point between Earth and Hell, having finally left the land of Cinereo. The fence of red region 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 bed of the shaft finally rose up over the tall skyscrapers, a swarm of dim gentle lights swirled over the urban center and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a clear wickedness sky, fully severing New York from solid ground like water flooding an undersea cranny. Drifting down past the city like flecks of ash, human soulfulness could be seen, wearing their wearing apparel from their destruction and wrapped in a pale aura, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. adjacent diaphragm : Hell."



"We are in severe, grievous trouble,"Baltoh said with a suspiration. As usual after a fight, he was gathered with the archangel, the chief of police, the city manager, and several former human and angel representatives in City Radclyffe Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that professional of overrefinement and Titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to lend his steed with him. Whatever the reason, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a duo of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the globe of the bread and butter and Hell, any day now the shaft of stone around the city from the Earth's mantle will disappear and this city will oscillate in the cypher emptiness between dimensions. Until the orifice of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nothing to stop Tenebrous from sending every master of Torture and Titan at us. He doesn't even have to ease up the decree ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not sure we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every Demon, Gargoyle, and evildoer at us, but after what happened to the final stage Master of anguish and Titan, I doubt he will be willing to send anymore of his most valuable forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one thing we have that can turn back them. Unless they can somehow make some perdurable barrier that not even you can bring out, he won't endangerment throwing his most powerful follower against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has compeer stamina and power as a superior of overrefinement, is able-bodied to come up a blow so mighty that not even they can freeze it. How is it that you fight at their level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand scrap, but you can suddenly wipe them out with free energy to spare ? Baltoh, we need to have intercourse more about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the paries.

Baltoh gave another suspiration."The blast has no name because it uses neither Angelica Archangelica nor monster energy. It is powered solely by the rage and anger within my spunk, and I unleash that anger in a raw burst of baron. Its powerfulness is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the actual muscularity within my body, which is why the power of the blow and my own might are so far apart. I use my flank to canalize my rage to my halo, which I use as a firing point. other than that, there is nothing else to it."

"Drawing energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, tell me about the progress being made in paradise. What selective information has been found about the Throne of Cinereo ?"

"Nothing, not a I mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nothing but a blasphemous urban caption dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a exclusive mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in Heaven hasn't been searched, observe looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the boss of me Baltoh, no subject how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked eyes with Rosemary and shifted his gaze to the door, giving her a nonverbal dictation. Rosemary gave a small nod of obeisance and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to preserve discussing the logistics and obstacle in their route. In the dark hallway on the powerless metropolis Hall, Rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his proficiency ?"she inquired, causing Michael to stop in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that bam fired five times over the utmost two weeks, and yet only now do you decide to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not plow to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that nothing had been found about the Throne of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a al-Qur'an from before the destruction of Christ."

"What did you witness ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this universe Split into two dissimilar frequencies and forms after its birth : the light of Heaven and the swarthiness of Scheol. It said that the only way to vivify the Energy Department of Cinereo is to combine the forces of shadow and Light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, causing Michael to finally turn to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosmarinus officinalis, the number one in existence. I know this pot of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a payload of shit, but if there is the tiniest chance that it Is real, then Baltoh has the greatest chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last people I would need to have the force of a god. He said that the blow 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 attachment light and swarthiness together to create that atomic number 10 eruption. That's why its big businessman is freestanding from his ; its not fueled by either halves of his energy, but of those two half fusing together into a all new form of raw force !

He's already on his way to achieving the pot of Cinereo if it exists and I can not permit somebody like him to get power like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm to a greater extent afraid of him than anything else in the universe, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hall, Rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's derriere wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my young lady, my perfective little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, Master ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to tell the true statement. As a reward, come up to the bedroom tomorrow nighttime, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the city was halfway to perdition did not raise team spirit ; on the reverse, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone find more hopeless and last to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New House of York could at least tell themselves that they still had planet globe around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still welcome assist and reinforcer from Eden, but from this tip forward, they were completely on their own and away from home, like a space shuttle that could no longer see or adjoin Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, Molly pressed against his left incline and Selene against his right wing. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lips bound to Selene's as their spit danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his chest and stroked his erection. After half a minute, Selene and mollie switched roles, with Baltoh kissing Molly and Selene stroking his gumshoe. A soft tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their lips.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"molly swore, angry at her lips being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the doorway with his foresighted whip-like tail swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the doorway, genus Selene and Molly began to French candy kiss, with their au naturel consistency intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the sound of the creaking room access, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of bondage and submission, rosemary, the proud and hefty archangel, came crawling in on all fours without any apparel on. Her step-in had been tied around her aspect as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his tail wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a leash. In her mind, Rosemary was glad than almost any former fourth dimension in her life, and her snatch was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling rim through her gag in rousing. Just the tactual sensation of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous fair sex on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex slave and they are your Mistresses, so obey their every bidding,"he said, making Rosmarinus officinalis shiver in rousing at the genial bliss of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and Molly, who were both smiling and shivering in excitement at being able-bodied to play with her like a new toy."You girls have fun, I'm going to determine for a niggling while,"he said, releasing his rump from her throat and taking a butt 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 display and one of the judges was inspecting her. Selene and molly coyly sat up on either side of Rosemary and began exploring her bare torso with their hands, teasingly rubbing her delicate skin with their thenar and finger. Rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. genus Selene and molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's helping hand ball into fists from intimate foiling and prediction. She was an in away from begging them to keep touching her.

Leaning forward, genus Selene ran her tongue across Rosmarinus officinalis's soft back talk while Molly began rubbing her paw against her pussy with her pollex pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the fleshly touch, even leaning back to try and get molly to enter her. Finally, her supplicant were answered as molly began working her thumb in her asshole like a small dildo and spitting on the doughnut, using her spit as lubricant in Rosemary's stringent anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosmarinus officinalis's step-in from her mouth, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her wooden leg spread, putting her wet kitty-cat on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to work out my snatch ?"she whispered, touching the pink Interior sass and then holding out her index and finger in front of rosemary's case, glistening with her crude oil. Before responding, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered in raptus as Molly doubled her exploit with her ovolo, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her humbled dorsum and smooth rear end with lubricious kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her spit between Selene's finger, as if practicing to explore the lips between her legs. The second the tasteless fluid touched her tongue, a shudder of bliss ran through her trunk from the intimate realization and symbolisation of the tabu act.

"What do you require ?"genus Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to cream your pussy. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her rosary beadwork wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the construction soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her manus, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilinctus. With molly now working her thumb in Rosemary's kitty-cat while she licked her anus, the archangel leaned down and kissed the lips of Selene's kitty like a religious artefact. genus Selene gave a soft release of breathing space in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new sense of dominance over her superior.

"That's right, cream it good,"she said, almost with a primal growling as she laid her hired man on the top of Rosemary's head 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 wild with intimate hunger and excitement : the wheeling of genus Selene's clapper across her lips as she shifted her principal from side to side in seventh heaven, the whimper of pleasure being given off my Rosmarinus officinalis as she feasted on another cleaning woman's slit for the first clip in her lifespan, and the image of mollie's head buried between Rosemary's cute ass impudence as she worked her knife back and Forth River in her anus.

Rolling over, Molly lied down on her back and moved her head between Rosemary's legs. Raising her head, she flicked her tongue around velvet opening of Rosmarinus officinalis's puss, sending thrill of happiness through her pale naked consistency. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's pussy and working her digit in her anus. Often, she would pull out her fingerbreadth and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and kick in me a osculation,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a hungry grinning. Before making her way up to Selene's rim, Rosemary began kissing her dead body first.

Deciding to drill the dominant role that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair and raised her head."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the ground, Molly's failed endeavour at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the Saame, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully screaming this was.

"No Mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric compactness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to bear to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please punish me."

Molly and Selene switched office with Rosemary staying on her manus and knees. Molly against the headboard with an malefic smile on her cheek and Selene sat behind rosemary, running her helping hand across the woman's delicate backside end. In his hot seat, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his nipper in anticipation. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked Rosmarinus officinalis's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalize me, Mistress !"she yelped as a faint red welt appeared on her teen erect end.

molly's thighs shook as she resisted the urge to clamp her wooden leg together against the warm ticklish chill at the strait of Rosemary's happy cry. The contorted look of pleasance and botheration in her dessert face was driving her wild with naughty desires. Selene ran her natural language across her palm and digit as if licking off a delicious sense of taste, and then with her hand wet, she smacked Rosemary's other ass buttock, leaving a like welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the archangel.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and molly watched intently as Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the slavish sex-slave moaned in pleasure. By the clip she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her legs, fall by drop.

"have you learned your example ?"Selene asked, swinging her hand to ease the aching confidence trick in the nerve endings. Rosmarinus officinalis just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, Selene ran her hand across Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, up her binding, and then lifted Rosemary's chin so that she was looking up at the sable goddess with an innocent look on her face.

"Aw, Sweet sister. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left impudence. The gentle Sweet tinge was like ice pick after a spicy dinner to rosemary, and she licked her mouth from the sensual taste it put in her mouth.

"There's a respectable lady friend. Now, show me what you learned and pop out kissing Molly."

"Yes schoolmarm, thank you."

molly smiled and licked her backtalk with her legs spread and a hungry ‘ come hither'look in her center. Making sure not to touch her, Rosmarinus officinalis crawled over to mollie, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel Falls ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm breasts. Lowering her face, rosemary gently brushed her backtalk against molly's, relishing the experimental hint and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your clapper,"mollie whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her tongue between mollie's delicate back talk. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own knife into the archangel's wet mouth, licking every recession and inviting Rosemary deeper into the candy kiss. In a matter of seconds, they were French people kissing like a pair of porn superstar on ecstasy. Their clapper were wrapped around each former and every drop of saliva in their sassing was swapped over and over again. Behind them, genus Selene was fingering herself and massaging her bosom as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out school term, Selene lied down beside molly and joined in, with all three cleaning woman holding their faces against each early as their lips and knife flirted in a wet carnal hug. While they kissed, Molly and Selene began fingering each other while Rosemary worked her fingers between her own pegleg. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his downhearted lip as he felt pre-cum start to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to lick my kitty-cat ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

rosemary nodded and turned around on top of mollie, getting into the 69-position. As Rosemary began going down on molly, Molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet applause sound and watching as the ripples traveled through her physical structure. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her fountainhead, inviting her to try Rosmarinus officinalis's slit. Selene smiled and kissed her admirer, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's pussy and asshole, succulently working her tongue in the scrumptious opening. While Rosemary ate out Molly and Selene ate out Rosmarinus officinalis, molly contended herself with just laying her straits back and relishing the bliss, while she reached out massaged Selene's asshole with her middle finger, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a extensive smile as Rosemary's hums and lenient moans of delight began to take a higher and louder tone. Selene and Molly were about to get a very… wet… surprisal. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew wider and wider as Rosemary's moan signaled the coming like the beeping timer of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a mute scream of bliss into Molly's cunt, as from her own, a huge plash of clear orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and thorax of Selene and mollie. They both jerked back, center wide with a facial expression on their faces like a pair of quat playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a smile, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of mollie's breasts, hungrily sucking on mollie's nipple and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the like to her.

Desperate for More, Selene began working her digit quickly in Rosmarinus officinalis's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the orgasm before it faded. The charwoman screamed as she had her second, completely soaking genus Selene and molly in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the juices into her skin like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how lots we can get. Rosemary, roll over."

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told and molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her cervix set and her butt in the air. genus Selene moved over to Rosemary and settled herself on her face, the Angelica Archangelica loving the feeling of Selene's wide firm ass face smothering her. Her hungry scream increased in volume as mollie and Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their persistence and skill, the two angel brought Rosemary to a third orgasm in record time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between Rosmarinus officinalis's lips, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her mouth subject with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her face, pectus and stomach. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the nebulizer soaked her like a shower bath, oiling her eubstance in the womanhood's orgasmic juice. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on rosemary's small tit, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her tit with saliva.

As the jet ceased, Molly rubbed Rosmarinus officinalis's purulent with her handwriting, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own body and giving her slick figure as glorious shine. With their naked bodies slippery and oiled, the three fair sex began rubbing against each former like sealing wax while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in wild luxuria. molly and rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her mammilla in their sucking sassing while they each worked their fingers in her welcoming grab. Watching them, Baltoh could not break pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his cock. He could no longer take it ; he needed to finger them.

With his cock standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three women were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked bodies wet with the new female child's juices like body oil. Rosemary and Molly each used their fingers to open Selene's pussy sassing and invite him, with all three women lying at the sharpness of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and interlace sass with genus Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the only woman there to him while he entered her. Her cunt was so outdoors and uncoerced for the penetration, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

genus Selene's loud gasp escaped through their joined backtalk and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep solidus. While genus Selene was fucked, molly and Rosmarinus officinalis continued lustfully sucking on her nipples and slathering her melon vine titty with their clapper, while they reached across her savourless belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up speed, genus Selene was unable to maintain their kiss and laid her top dog back as she panted and moaned. For the next various minutes, he fucked her with muscular shoves and ran his lips up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her easygoing kin.

Before too foresightful, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of genus Selene, burying her friend's nerve with her bountiful breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering Molly in a exclusive confident drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like strength, sending ripples through her hourglass soundbox and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping auditory sensation of her ass buttock against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his rooster stuffed her with such power that she could not breathe, mollie shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as genus Selene motor boated her tit like nympho.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind Selene with her legs spread and her eyes filled with desire, yearning to again find a cleaning lady's tongue between the lips of her pussy. Molly hungrily obliged, burying her face between Rosemary's lose weight thighs and drinking in her juices as if dying from dehydration. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked mollie's ass and fucked Selene with his tail, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosemary in that church.

When he finally decided to pull out of Molly, Rosemary was quick to crawl over to him and begin sucking him off, eager to exploit any opportunity to both taste the blond beauty's juices and have his prick in her mouthpiece. Once she had licked him unclouded, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to go riding him, while pulling her over with his stern around her throat. rosemary gave a diffuse whine of happiness at the mental tone of his authority weighing down on her. The superpower in his voice and the tightness of his tail around her voiced pharynx was so tyrannical, she even felt fear towards him, and that fear drove her wild with stimulation. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the minuscule of groan as she lowered her flyspeck body onto his cock.

Her Young skeletal system quivering, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tail around her throat like a triplet. She was leaned back, lifting only her lower organic structure as she fucked him. Helping her ride his hammer, he wrapped his buttocks around her chest and shoulders like a harness, using his musculus in the tentacle-like appendage to raise her and shed her onto it, impaling her with his cock. While she rode him, Selene and Molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her small yet buoyant breasts.

With his powerful rhythm, he quickly drew another atomiser from ‘ Old congregation ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasance. Blinking to sack his heart of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his dresser. Picking her up with his posterior, Baltoh moved Rosmarinus officinalis onto his face, sucking on her diffuse wet inside while Selene mounted him. With her binding to him on all Little Joe, genus Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's stopcock into her ass.

Lifting her soundbox, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's cock as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that prison term doing Pilate. With her knocker bouncing like bout punching bag, genus Selene's deep grunt from the pulverization of her asshole by Baltoh's cock were mixed with blissful moan as Molly began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her puss. The third class of pleasure came from Rosmarinus officinalis. With Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her cervix and shoulders, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

genus Selene soon reached her first climax and dismounted Baltoh so that she could work out the oil from her ass off his cock. As Selene gluttonously sucked his cock, Baltoh released Rosemary from his fanny, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. Rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to stay her passkey and fulfil her fancy woman. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all fours with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry expression on her case. 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 inscrutable,"she said coyly as he buried his entire stopcock in her shapely ass.

With her anus slackening every secondment to accommodate his bulging tool, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without pause. molly's whole physical structure shook with each mysterious thrust and she was giving an unwitting gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthermost 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 women were grinding their cunt together and moaning at the kinky touch modality of their soft lips making out like a couple of lovers.

With all the apparent motion the four orgy phallus were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point of flop. Throughout the bod, turnkey and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden while were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the wholly frame became as liberal and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three womanhood turned to him like khat hearing the opening of a can of food, and like cats hearing the opening of a can of food, they all wanted to fill their mouths. mollie was the fastest, quickly turning around and claiming his hammer with her rim and tongue. 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 backside around her articulatio talocruralis and lifted her leg, granting him memory access to her anus. While the position made it unmanageable, he was able to enter her and begin taking a slow yet sweetheart rate of penetration and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few seconds to get used to the position before he took his usual machinegun rhythm method, hammering her ass with almost brutal speed. rosemary's moans where barely hearable as Molly crouched over her with their lips locked and tongues dancing. At the end of the Chain, Selene was working her fingers in mollie's bunghole, increasing the number as the minutes ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your unit hand in my ass,"Molly groaned as Selene managed to figure out four fingerbreadth in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening finger, licking them clean of mollie's wetness while her bastard sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her finger, adding her thumb. molly's breathing became heavy and she groaned as she tried to have her fan's hired hand. Not slowing down, genus Selene worked her total hand into mollie's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet softness for her interior. She slowly retracted her hand and again licked it fair. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a large glob of spittle into her fingerbreadth and then smeared around the ingress the Interior, making Molly hum in kinky euphoria. genus Selene reinserted her hand, this time closing it into a fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the size of it and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, Baltoh couldn't help but watch in amazement as genus Selene fisted her friend, working her hired man in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deep nook of mollie's bastard, with Molly on her hands and knees and yelping in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Master, I'm about to cum again !"rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's aid and giving him an absolutely filthy idea.

"Do it in Molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

Molly smiled and lowered her head down so that her asshole was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her completely body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal pounding, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to Molly. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over position, grinding her quickly-moistening slit against mollie's gaping SOB. Selene was lying with her brain between Molly's thigh with her mouth outdoors, waiting to hitch any dip that came her way. Her coal black trunk shook with each mightily thrust Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his military posture and loving the feeling of her warm soft interior. Rosemary was biting her lip and giving a shrill whine as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to satisfy everyone and bring Forth another spray.

The group's patience was rewarded once rosemary had her sexual climax, pairing it with a childish scream of happiness as a dab of climactic juices sprayed from between the petal lips of her snatch like the pop of a pee balloon. Selene laughed as unnumbered drop-off landed on her face and in her mouth and Molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her cunt juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the aphrodisiac matter 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 pecker into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids deep into her consistence and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquidness from Rosemary as lubricant to run through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough seas, Rosemary stood beside him, running her helping hand across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. down below, Selene was hungrily licking mollie's snatch and drinking the juices that were trickling from her asshole. To the wonderful music of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked mollie for ten full-strength minutes without slowing down or stopping to catch up with his breath. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was quickly to lap her asshole clean house and Selene took his cock in her sassing, sucking on it with gusto. As rosemary licked Molly, she continued to feel herself, igniting another sexual climax and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her mouth with a smile on her face and chafe it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hand, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the ray of light of his turncock while she chewed on her lip in prediction and gripped his articulatio humeri. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the indulgent wet lips and get in nice and deep. With Baltoh's cock right where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her pelvis, swinging her lower trunk so that her lover's shaft swept the inside of her pussy like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished mahogany mesa, Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

belongings genus Selene in his weapons system, Baltoh sat up with her physical structure perpendicular to his, her legs wrapped around his torso and her men looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his arms, he began moving her whole body like a doorknocker, slamming her house ass against his lap and fucking her nice and late, drawing onward moans of pleasance with her angelic voice as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the upheaval and prevision was driving her more wild than an genuine one.

After a one-fourth of an hour, he sensed that it was once again metre to switch situation. 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 other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up mode with her legs around his waist and her pussy elevated.

Entering her with perfect aim, he began moving his body in a waving, sending a cernuous wavelet through his ramification and spine to pull out and then diving back into her on the replication. After a few instant, he switched to Rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, mollie moved over to her Lesbian devotee and began kissing genus Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful frame. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the opinion of mollie's sass against her bare cutis. This continued on for another quarter of an hr before Baltoh again decided that it was time to vary places.

He rolled off of Rosemary and molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl position. Molly's dead body shook as Baltoh's cock stuffed her snatch to its maximum capability and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her hips so that he would have way to maneuver. Driving up like a piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top velocity, 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 mamilla, pulling on them with their brim and bathing them with their natural language. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his prick into her anus. Molly's moans took a lots lower and deeply hum as he began fucking her bastard with almost vicious speed, driving straight up into her shapely body without interruption or hesitation.

After he gave Molly her umteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and rolled on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosmarinus officinalis, desperate for another anal throb. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his posterior while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful pace. Molly had her neck bent grass between Rosmarinus officinalis's spread legs and was licking the niche of her pussy with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. genus Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her mitt across his body while he sucked on her knocker.

Once he regained his familiarity with the position, he was able to have a go at it Rosemary at entire upper, but in order to retain this beat going, he had to move around his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the back of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for piece of tail, and now wanted nothing more than to feel Baltoh against her in a loving embrace.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscles trying to rout his cock. Upon its remotion, Rosemary got up and turned around, taking his turncock in her back talk. While Rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her clapper and sassing, Baltoh became cognisant of Selene holding onto him for earnest lifetime. Through their touch, he could sense her emotions, her loving desperation. The intimate momentum he had built up had slowed, the flame extinguished. As if Rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is cock from her easygoing mouthpiece and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the brim, making them both smile."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his hired 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 dense tread. She was clawing at his backrest, unable to exit a mark on his steely skin as he touched all the right post at the perfect speed and in flawless successiveness in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a ardent smiling on her face from her envy of their human relationship. She knew that the populace they were in was all there own, and she should let them fill again their romantic privacy for a little bit. She then looked at rosemary and giggled at the look of rejection of hungriness for attention on her brass.

Wrapping her arms around Rosemary, he pulled her aside to forget one-half of the bed to the two lovers."come here sweetheart, let me evince you why 69 is my favorite number."



trio hours and dozens of climax later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the sheets tangled. The bed itself was now on the story since the skeleton had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three charwoman, most of which came from Rosemary. Semen was EVERYWHERE. The walls had been painted, the roof splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to run and the snatch and can of the three women were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a longsighted exhibitioner,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked face off his chest.

"And some crutches,"molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the jut, contusion, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as she tried to relinquish her workforce from the handcuffs made from her panties.



"So, any chance in finding entropy on the Throne of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an office staff building rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer lies and delusions we find on that sacrilegious insult, the better."

"red cent it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as fiend blood test through his vein, he is the greatest threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the can 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 mutter about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the subject area of a cult following and there is no way to stop it. We are long past the use of store wipes, the drapery has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not Lord the people are seeing behind that drape, but an unpredictable vigilance man without loyalties."



The next night…

"headmaster, what are you doing ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the urban center of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the surface, the blank space above and around the city was duskiness with dim swirling lights like a syncope aurora, underneath the urban center, the fire of hell rising up through the cypher vacuum between dimensions was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flash. Above them, downpour of fire and heat were pounding the rocky island that the metropolis was sitting on without pause like the choppy sea on a beach cliff. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titans and sea captain of Torture. I know we would normally have Angels acting as observation post, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the surface, not for a individual instant. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my blasts,"he said without taking his center off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosemary could reply, a chorus of yowl as loud as the Krakatao outbreak reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to track their auricle."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to fire one of his flak.

As his halo began spinning between the steer of his four wing, his opposition came into opinion in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New House of York with rip lust. The first was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the imperium State building and a body well over two miles long. It had one great blacken eye and a sass filled with scimitar-like fangs. The second resembled a moth but with bombastic powerful ramification, jagged extension spraying toxicant gas, a mat of quill instead of fur, and automobile horn in place of its transmitting aerial. The third looked like a triceratops but with much foresighted and more flexible branch, recollective hook and carnivorous fangs, and a dyad of annex. The fourth looked like an eagle with its human face hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as knifelike and hard as a steel razor. The twenty percent had the show of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with black flames and was just as magnanimous and hefty as any Titan.

With a roar of decision, Baltoh fired a warning dig down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as much power as a hydrogen bomb, a mere fraction of its entire power. The Titans all dodged the blast with simpleness and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : turn back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every driblet of energy I have in a single blast !"

"You can't shoot down 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 skirt, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to make that sacrifice ?"he roared with a infernal growl in his pharynx.

The Titans all shied away at his terror, giving one last vindictive bellowing before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their remediate hotel room, moaning as she scissored molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to return from precaution obligation, but when her friend and lesbian buff showed up with nil to do and tire out of her mind, it didn't take a lot to trigger off a spry fling. With their easy wet slit grinding and kissing each other, both womanhood cried out in happiness as they had their final examination climax and fell backwards, their dead body trembling and their white meat 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 subdued touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"genus Selene mused.

mollie stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do get it on you."

With a belittled smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her sass against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her friend and lesbian buff hesitated before speechmaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his favorite, but I don't concern. I think I've fallen in love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm grinning and cupped Molly's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this beginning ?"

"Right after that first battle, I asked Baltoh to make up love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to mean it but…"

"Let me hazard, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed unattackable impression for him ever since, and you want to discover him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our first troika so I've gotten to know him, not to note he is the absolute greatest lover I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could have what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a competition between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar feelings for you, then you and I will be equals in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as inferno not going to stop inviting you to join us. We may even get Rosmarinus officinalis to connect our little class, I'm sure starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two women then leaned forward and kissed, letting their lips join over and over again in a wet synergistic bail bond while they ran their work force across each former's raw eubstance and their erect nipples brushed against each early over and over again. A sudden swoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my girls ?"he asked with a smile as he stepped inside.

"mollie has something she needs to say,"genus Selene announced, putting her friend in the spotlight.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's Book, molly got to her fundament, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a thrill erection as he looked at her beautiful luscious soundbox and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his attending back to her. He looked mysterious into her center, noting the jumpiness on her brass. It was just like that time on the cap of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as genus Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can bang me just as you and I love her. I don't caution if you love her more than me. I don't care if she is your favorite. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at Selene, who had only a tender smile on her face. Baltoh took a inscrutable breathing spell and looked back at mollie with dubiety on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't love you the way I love Selene."

Selene's smiling faded and Molly looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes with a belittled but warm smiling,"that doesn't mean I don't love life you, in a completely alone way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

mollie lit up like a Yule tree and with Selene watching them with the Same smile she would have while watching the happy ending of a love story, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each other and held a farseeing passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lips finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. come up on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, mollie climbed back up onto the bed, settling her nude body side by side to Selene's. Giving a warm smile, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two week, battles raged endlessly between the host of heaven and Hell in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no Sir Thomas More master key of straining attacked the metropolis, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rapscallion Titans attacking on their own. A amount of six capital behemoths attacked the city over the line of the siege, each time needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's cult attack. The defenders were lucky that Tenebrous had the loyalty and obedience of the bulk of the Titans, because if they all decided to set on at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the man and Angel population would withdraw a wakeless toll. more and Sir Thomas More people were being recruited to fight the demonic scourge as bodies were burned and slain friends and loved ones were mourned. In the concrete hobo camp of New York, it was impossible for physical structure to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The city streets were glutinous with dried lineage and reeked from the smell of buttered carcass, and just keeping some sentience of sanitation was requiring as a great deal feat as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a silver lining it was that there were at least LE mouthpiece to feed.

After the battle against the Master of Torture and his Titan setting, the people viewed Baltoh in a new light and his substance of prayer was taken literally among a large population of the human being and Angel inhabitants. In the established tax shelter scattered throughout the urban center, countless pocket-size bunch of citizenry could be found aggroup together, all praying not to God or the angel, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning christ and the savior of the existence in the chaotic times.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not care if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them safe from the armies of wickedness and fighting immorality. In between battles, when he wasn't healing the spite and repairing construction, he was spending time and making lovemaking with Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though a great deal of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to naturalize his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a life history that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's monumental change in so shortly of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive aura of a Titan-level Demon woke Baltoh up from his restless slumber. Her glassy-smooth trunk pressed against his, Selene's centre bolted clear as the malevolent comportment weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two buff quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's kernel seemingly became still in his breast as he sensed multiple entities approaching the pits, all Masters of Torture and Titans. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the order for them all to assail ? Was he or one of the Princes of Hell leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to stir as great fissure chap opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with clapper of ruby fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, boastfully department of the river bottom began to break down, opening up a hole between the urban center and Hell. With a soul-crushing bearing, over a dozen black tartar rose up from the fire, each as large as the two-headed Wolf that had attacked New House of York before. Their scurf looked like they were carved from obsidian methamphetamine and were just as crisp, their claws were an eerie and sickening tint of white standardized to the boldness of a clay, their red eyes glowed like bonfire, liquid phantasm flames dripped from their colossal fang instead of saliva, and their expansive wings were devoid of membrane, yet allowed them to vacillate. Riding on the cover of each dragon Titan like a flee on a dog stood a Master of Torture, each identical in appearing and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is inconceivable. Even if I were to use one of my blow, there is no way I would be able-bodied to kill Sir Thomas More than a match before the balance learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of dusty mercury running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her voice midst with veneration.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to suppress his own terror. He had to be firm, he had to endure, and he had to keep fighting for her, no subject what."We're going to win,"he said with all the sureness he could muster.



Baltoh and genus Selene met with all the Archangels at the bank of the river, already having summoned four Bob Hope Beacons and prepared for engagement. Among them were Molly and all of the Angels, knowing that their forcefulness would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the metropolis, the Masters of Torture just hovered in place on their mounts, as if just waiting for something.

A minute passed before Baltoh had the courage to verbalise up."Are you here to fight or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his wings, already gyrating to the pointedness where it had turned into a sphere of light.

"No, we are just here for the show,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a care in the world.

"What show ?"genus Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the escort. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you know what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The lookup for the Throne of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying active to figure out a way to end the madness.

"The firework should start in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to shake wildly. Back on worldly concern, the dome of blackened smoke around where New House of York had been, the stopping point barrier keeping the force of perdition back, began to open up while the Hell flaming surged up the shaft carved into the major planet like a chimney fire. A fix opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuum, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hoot, almost like a giant steam jet. A curtain of burning clouds began to expound outwards from above the commonwealth of New York, encompassing the globe with black lightning crackle and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on earth simultaneously fell to their knee, teardrop streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Heaven, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the playscript of Revelations. This was merely the end of the globe, brought on by the forces of darkness. In every area across the globe, people began praying desperately to every deity they could think of to preserve their souls as the bulwark between terra firma and Hell opened up.

As the bean up on Earth opened up like a blossoming flower, the city of New York began to tumble away into oblivion as it entered the universe of Scheol, being burned away like a shooting star passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the fringe, construction and urban center stop were falling away into Scheol with tidal undulation of bloody fire surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the inferno as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their knee, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the forces of hell on earth have bested us and brought about the end of the human beings. We were supposed to protect the world and all animation 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 snag streaming down his face.

His whole organic structure numb, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her face in her hands. molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her boldness. The sound of Selene's tearful sobbing pierced his tenderness like a rusty leaf blade, hurting him more than any strong-arm injury could. He stepped over to her and molly moved aside, letting him kiss Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening streaks on her cheeks.

"Always remember that everything I did was out of 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 backstage and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge fate,"he said, placing his deal on the iron shackle and rosary chemical chain around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will drink down you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the tycoon boost may be just enough to let me modify the situation ! If I can't seal the portal, I can at least try to slow up it down and take as many daemon as I can with me !"

He hooked his digit underneath the bead cords and metal chemical bond, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became threatening with energy and drew the attention of the superior of Torture. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their blade and leapt from their mounts, terrified of what would happen.

"stay him ! He must not break those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never allow evil to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"genus Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bond paper off like paper bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of shameful and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his broken bonds. A Wave of power surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the dry land for dear biography, Selene and the archangel looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling tornado of power. Over the phone of wave after wave of energy surging out from him, everyone could get word Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as powerfulness swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of straining were being held in the clutches of their Titan backing, having been caught when the rush in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing crack of ability, filled with terror as the light and dark Energy Department of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That vitality, it's not possible ! He fused Angelica Archangelica and Demon ability together into a whole new force out !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging ability interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was able to answer the question in her psyche. ‘ The breaking of the shackles and rosary chains, they are releasing so much superpower in his body that they are being forced to bond together, like gas being compacted to the gunpoint of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his soundbox should give birth been ripped apart instantly from the sheer atmospheric pressure and mass of the get-up-and-go building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackles and his rosary beads, it's like they are canceling out each other's electronegative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His mightiness aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each former ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to transcend past his— ‘

eve her inner thought were silenced as the crack cocaine of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The great fiery alluvion of baron continued to grow, surging upwards through the void between dimensions and crashing against the barrier between the globe of the keep and Hell. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the doorway carved into the Earth, moving through the gibe in the mantel and crust like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the area formerly around New House of York to scat the crop-dusting the pits flames, but they were stopped idle in their tracks as the remnants of the dome of black smoke shattered like glass and a magnificent gale of tycoon surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at C of air mile per sec, the twisting downpour of free energy consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in quad, astronauts observing the major planet from orbiting satellites watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light wrapped around the state of New York, New England, the eastern coast, all of USA, and the entire horse opera hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In less than a minute, the earth and the gyrating might eruption looked like a bowlder with a full-sized oak tree diagram growing out of the side.

Across worldly concern, tectonic shell grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer bed of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal undulation across its surface, and the clouds became great gyrate typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with peachy brilliance than ever before in their existence and black hole became wish pearls as they were bombarded by more energy they could absorb. Around the globe, the flaming cloud of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing first light of light and might surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a atomic detonation. People continued praying but at new speed and with fresh passion, believing this to be the work of a god. For the first time, they were right.

Her oculus screwed shut to hinder out the blinding light, genus Selene held onto the background for dear life as wave after wave of magnate swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and inch from hers and their sass were just above to touch. Tears streaked her face, but she did not have it away why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love,"she whispered.

In the selfsame nub of the storm, Baltoh continued his shout of exertion as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The strong point and powerfulness he felt flooding his body and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original cross major power to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit candle to the gamma ray burst of the death of a wizard. While outright big businessman entered his consistence, cognition and understanding flooded his mind, bringing onward omnipotence and unparalleled wisdom, allowing him to fully understand what was happening and the transformation that was taking place.

In Heaven and perdition, Almighty and Tenebrous looked up in shock, sensing what they originally thought was out of the question. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with be if not greater power than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new Z immortal, one who would change the status quo in a way that the three creation had never before feel, filling them both with marvel and dread.

Finally, the neon-silver supernova receded and calmed, collapsing in on itself and being reabsorbed into Baltoh. With their wholly torso shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to doctor their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the Angelica Archangelica fell to their knees, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's consistency had completely changed, having undergone a physical transmutation with the process. His apparel had gone from dark grey to a mystifying blue, his dark hair had become blond, and his blench complexion had become a level-headed tan. His claws were gone, having been replaced with small metal plates that protruded from his flesh and covered his knuckles and backs of his finger and hands like roofing tile. His nates was also missing. Instead of hooter or a aureole, he had a miniature galaxy rotating above his head. His four wings had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no textile ever known and carrying the shimmering visual aspect of the cosmea, with the stars, nebulae, and bright clouds of debris and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a windowpane looking at space itself. cobbler's last but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver doughnut, 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 warm and peaceable expression to ever cross her grimace, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her consistence from the mental paralysis her worry had inflicted and filling her with relief and happiness. He then began to take the air over to her, with every dance step he took causing the reason around him to throb and for a soft bass hum to be heard, like the sound of a submarine at the risk of exposure of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before genus Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eyes widened as her brain was overpowered by the joy of a thousand coincidental orgasms, while a project of the parturition of the world and all of its chronicle was played for her mind's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that serve your inquiry ?"he whispered when her sassing finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasure end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his implements of war with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his representative weak.

With his grin widening, Baltoh separated from genus Selene and stood up. His buff instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a substance climb-down."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the Masters of distortion snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in helping hand.

With a monstrous bellowing, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made inter-group communication, the Demon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his existence was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in cushion in awe as an invisible force cast the Master of straining aside with his eubstance vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the Creator warrior without even acknowledging his existence. It was as if by universal law, beings not of Baltoh's stratum of god were forbidden to stir him without his allowance, and the Creator Master of straining had just realized the penalization for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require More test copy ?"

"Retreat !"one of the Masters of Torture howled before leaping onto the spine of his tail dragon and steering it back into Hell, followed by all his Comrade desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would allow me to arrive at the Throne of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the powers of shadow and light together into a single almighty effect, it seems I was able to transcend into a higher being and achieve the mantle of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his fingers and everyone fell to their stifle as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck speeds. Without any transition, the vacuous space and pale swirling lights were replaced with the endocarp shaft that the metropolis had carved when it sank through the world. As it rose, the pecker below it closed like a combat injury and the urban center was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the barb, sitting back where it used to with the down clear sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their protection and looked at the sky and the whitened cloud, listened to the sound of the river filling back up, and smelled the fresh air. As one, every human and Angel Falls 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 roadblock !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and hell is once again substantial and rank. I even strengthened it, so that no dickens or Gargoyle may ever cross over, even if summoned by mankind. Never again shall the legion of Hell be any threat to this universe of discourse or its life contour. The barrier between this universe and promised land has also been reinforced, so that not even the force of Eden or Jehovah may get in this region or hell on earth without my license. As the Celestial Avatar, their powers can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to believe that not only was the battle over, but that the need for Angel Falls and garden angelica was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still call for to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to pit and take back it to the way it is supposed to be. The intention of Hell is to punish the wicked in the name of justice, not serve as the torture dungeon of existence and menage and raise the forces of evil. tenebrous and his demonic horde have corrupted blaze with their dark ambition and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate evil, and now I finally have the magnate to do it and bring justice to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with equal finding.

Baltoh regained his grin and gave her a mild 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,"Molly said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

rosemary took a inscrutable breathing space and pulled off the crucifix around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my heart, my dedication, and my dedication. From this point forward, I am not an Archangel of God Almighty, but a handmaid of the Celestial avatar,"she said, drawing harsh glares and heave incredulity from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a smile."There is no way I'll wantonness Jehovah and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will link you for this concluding quest. Count me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a billet where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your side in Hell,"Raphael said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other Angelica Archangelica gave standardized calls of accord as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the last clip you draw you're blade. Don't you want it to happen while fighting side by incline with your friends ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. Several seconds passed by, with only the wind and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and shake up Baltoh's hand."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the coast of the Isle of the Damned, a continent about the sizing of England and surrounded by a flat sea of hellfire, burning for eternity and stretching forth without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with reddish clouds and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the wasteland landscape painting of the isle of the Damned lay burning fields, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, and jillion of the great unwashed getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and sinner of infernal region, all in the most barbarous and vicious ways possible. But no issue how much the mass suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their body would proceed to rejuvenate instantly so that they could continue to brook.

Among the people being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With rusty blade and gun cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptic landscape in fear and terror while desperately trying to escape from infliction, if only for a brusk time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"genus Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to regurgitate or cry.

"These are the burn pasturage of the Isle of the Damned, the first zona of pit. This is where new prisoners appear and where escaped captive flee to in the hopes of some soma of safety. It is a field of honor, with the cash in one's chips individual fighting in and dateless and hopeless war in purchase 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 Circle of wrath. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raphael asked.

"We are going to release the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoners here, innocent soul cursed for all eternity for small fry infractions and Sin. I may have been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading horde Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the Isle of the Damned, one C of thousands of courtship of armor began to materialize, made of glistening blueing metallic element and indestructible atomic number 47 that glowed like the wizard. Protruding from their backs were tumid flank that seemed to be made out of mercury while in their hands were bladed arm that were as long as motorcar and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a palm stretching between the two points, parallel to the spine of the blade. The weapon was designed to be held with both manus far apart, for a hefty offence and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a go like that performed,"Rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my social reformer, summoned with a spell that I myself invented from the power of the cosmos. Cinereo is the universe from which Heaven and Scheol budded off from and its push was both the architect and fabric from which Archangel and Demon spells were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the mightiness to produce new supernal spells."

Without anyone interior of them, the wooing of armor marched across the burning area in organisation. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronized footstep shook the ground and echoed through Hell. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like political machine without mercy, swinging their massive steel and carving through off-white and figure with repose. They trekked through the eatage of ardour, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every fourth dimension they came upon a man psyche, they would scan the soul to key out whatever it was that had banished that person to blaze, and if the person received their sentence through a grave crime like rape, stealing, adultery, or unjust execution, then they were left posterior. But if they were only shamed of small harmless sins, then the suits of armour would open up like blossoming flower and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the causa of armor, the condemned soul would be given outstanding enduringness and power, even beyond Archangels. With this new specialty, the captive became the new Crusaders.

A great tail filled the crimson sky as an army of Demons appeared, bringing forth conjuration Necropolises and burial site of the Damned to instantly summon thousands of Gargoyles and Sinners to recapture the prisoners of Inferno. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to pick of speed. half of them took flight while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A garish yowl echoed from deep within the isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as titan and Bleaks began to originate. They were of all types, creeds, and grade, ranging from black-market dragons, infernal fowl, nightmarish insects, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged wildcat with grotesque physical characteristic, and countless other animals that were declamatory enough to trample a city and were adorned with horrifyingly fiendish appearances.

With a snap of his fingers, Baltoh summoned suits of armor for all of the archangel, as well as Selene and molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their suit of armor as it wrapped around them like genus Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoners below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masque and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their halos burning in the center of a heavy gilt bolide that hovered above their foreland, something that the others did not have.

Their armour also had a often sleeker and more than form-fitting excogitation, with gold lining every plate and an emblazon cross on the chest plateful. On top of liquid metal chassis, each piece and plate fit together like reptile scales but with total satisfying auspices like veritable armor plating. For the men, their armor had a certain bulkiness, while the women's armour was more than slender and flexible, while still consisting of large strong plates. Hanging sheathed from their belt were their sword, each remade with greater durability and cutting great power.

For molly, Rosemary, and Selene, there armor was even to a greater extent unique. Instead of being consumed by a lucky fireball, their nimbus had been completely replaced with miniature solar scheme, quite similar to the entire miniature galax above Baltoh's, and each with a real egg-sized adept and ten planets orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the other. While retaining their atomic number 79 lining, the plate of their armor had changed in color, switching from pearly-white white to a very deep and dark blue sky and decorated with approach pattern of small diamonds that looked like stars. Instead of a cross like the others, their chest plateful had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two infinity symbolic representation overlapping at the pith perpendicularly with a sun within each closed circuit. finis but not to the lowest degree, their fender themselves had gained a new manakin, gaining a mercury tissue layer in position of their plume.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in amazement, feeling their exponent levels skyrocket. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your speed, strength, and power 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 saint to become my Celestial Valkyries. You three now have the ability to rein in the powers of the macrocosm and elements as your while, and cognition of how to use them will come naturally. With these sweetening, I believe I can leave these giant to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingers, Sir Thomas More than satisfied with the manoeuvrability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flaming mushroom-shaped cloud cloud formed rich in land, as if the world's most powerful atomic bomb calorimeter had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a dark and heavy sense of dread as a malicious vim weighed down upon them.

"Satan, the beginning hell Prince and castor of sound judgement upon the new arrivals. Oh look, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll reach it fast, just establish for sure you take Lolium temulentum of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing presence of the approaching underworld Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their inflammation and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's words, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to bill a Dark heartbeat, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to ingest the great power to fight back. The beast released the blast, tearing apart the infertile basis and barely missing the armored fighter. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two last of her weapon into the top of its skull and making sure not to fall behind any momentum or to pull the blade out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its headway in half down the middle. As she ran down its back, her sword cut down its neck, into the chest, and carved right through its grim core. The beast fell over dead with its brains and blood spilling out onto the arid soil.

A Demon flew towards a crusader like a striking eagle, skimming just over the ground with a spear in her bridge player. She reached out to prod the Crusader, but he blocked with his weapon, granted more than decent forte by his armor to look the animate conglomerate. Using his newly-gained power, the meliorist reached out and grabbed the Demon by the throat and slammed her Down into the ground with devastating world power, making her coughing stemma from all the shredded communication channel 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 reformist flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down waves of shadow firing into Baltoh's regular army. The fauna 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 form that allowed it to keep flight. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its backrest. The Gargoyle reached up with its tail to try and smash the crusader, but he dodged with simpleness before he raised his weapon and slashed the wolf across the back of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had control condition of its body. It struggled to beat its wounded wing, but it could not take flight of steps. Just before it crashed into the ground, the social reformer imbedded his weapon in the gash in the back of the Gargoyle's neck. The morose heavyweight landed in a electrocution field of operation, tossing soil and Isidor Feinstein Stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to shake as fissures opened up in the ground. Fire poured out of the gaps in the earth and Brobdingnagian skeletal manpower reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the regular army of reformist. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several nighttime pulse rate into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the Crusaders without any distinction.

"Come on, Molly ! Let's take upkeep of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid metal fender and shot towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't start without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own vast chopper.

With their long hair hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two women zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for battle. molly was the get-go to reach the mathematical group and instinctively attacked the underframe closest to her. With a roar of finding, she spun around in the air and swung the arch sword with all of her strength, imbedding the edge in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a spider web and its whole cranium shattered in a bright explosion, as if the leaf blade had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.

Moving quicker than a belt along smoke, genus Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating recoil right to its pricker between its ribcage and its pelvic arch, crippling it with simplicity. The giant monster roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its Dark heart rate into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a live on slug, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the incline as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by mollie who came along and cut off all their work force with her meat cleaver. Falling back to design her next movie, Selene gasped as she felt a riffle of knowledge stream through her nous. Instructions for a spell were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the direction, she began to dredge up her get-up-and-go, feeling it naturally direct and direct itself.

Driven by unstoppable instincts, she pointed her hand and called out,"Celestial Art : Lighting annihilation !"

Answering her call, a crackling dash of pure electricity erupted from her palm, as strong if not hard than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by Angelica Archangelica, this was reliable elemental electric big businessman, not an imitation made of holy energy. Moving almost at the speed of light, the massive surge struck a Bleak in the center of its thorax, shattering its costa and severing its prickle. As the dying monstrosity began to buckle, she fired again, this sentence blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : twister Scythe !"Molly hollered.

Glowing like Ne gas, atomic number 47 flatus wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her head word. With a roar of confidence, she threw the arm at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing crack. The tower of glowing wind charged into the leash of skeleton in the closet and knocked them back like a charging cop. As they fell to their basis, every pearl in their body split into dozens of flawlessly-cut division, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser radio beam. The vane returned to Molly like a boomerang and she gained a extensive smile underneath the tinge glass vizor of her helm. She finally had the true strength to retaliate her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to gain a certain fight with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."celestial Art : Cosmic puppy love !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a battery of Dark Pulses, their physical structure began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting clank, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted leash and crashed into the solid ground, shattering on impact. genus Selene had increased the force of gravity on their body, multiplying their own weight by more than ten flock and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : Star Birth !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a sphere of red light shot across the candid quad and hit its mark 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 flaming mushroom cloud cloud, originating from inside its head. The spell she had just used mimicked the fiery fusion process that takes place in stars, causing a small-scale nuclear detonation inside the beast. It was basically a firecracker compared to the nuclear plosion caused by atomic bombs, being only strong enough to eradicate a city block. She pointed at two more than Bleaks and killed them in the Lapplander way, obliterating them form the inside out with small nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : meteor obliteration !"molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the background, a volcanic boulder was pulled detached and flew up to Molly. She pressed her hands against it and the bowlder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the same amphetamine as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its dresser, creating a transonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its entire body to dot. The meteor shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitational pull. By the time it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the planet, and it would only have one chance before shooting off into the completely empty infinite. For a disunited secondment, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that light touch was More than enough to rocket a tidal wave of fire out of eye socket. The flaming swarm was almost as big as the planet itself and Hell shook wildly from the light yet sudden impact.

She called Forth another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to sidestep to avoid forcible contact, but even without touching the flying boulder, the transonic godsend of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire justly side of its trunk in a fraction of a endorse. As the slain animal crumbled like demolished construction, Molly looked over to genus Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two protagonist looked at each other and then to the concluding Bleak, too obstinate to run away. Moving at hyper upper, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to beat the early in Demon-killing and have the high-pitched score. The Bleak was just about to set in motion a darkness Pulse at the two fair sex when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the font with enough major power to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken maintenance of, the char both gave the mental control to pull back their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective gearing like the opening night of a puzzle box. With warm grin on their faces, genus Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : divine Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millipede Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan creature had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a watercourse of acid from its fanged mouth. With a bellowing, Michael punched the titan in the middle of its body with all of his strength, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its eubstance. The peck of Demon spirit howled in hurting as every line of descent vessel in its long body ruptured and its eye popped like a pigment balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the magical spell, he would have probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

blind and in suffering but still very a good deal alive, the colossus hissed and launched a Dark pulse muscular enough to efface a mount ambit. With golden flames automatically burning along the blade, Michael swung his sword and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive power like Anna Mary Robertson Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a stoppage, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both hired man. With blinding chroma, the aureate flames around the sword surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of ardour, the Titan was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal vitality within the golden flame. At its temper, the blade was the itinerary of a golden burning crack, larger than any tornado on Earth. Filled with authority, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : Burning Moon Slice !"he bellowed as the flak slammed into the Titan, ripping its head and the upper half of its organic structure in half.



"Angel Art : spear of lot,"Gabriel said, holding his script out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathering at him.

Upon his mastery, over a hundred rays of perch began firing from his paw, each bending and straightening out with the halcyon voulge steel at the ends leading them. The blade of energy and the giant star wings collided with each other like bullet train in the air. Such a feat was unacceptable without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his fastness was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his original spell. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundreds of monumental energy vane bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten loads of bird shot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless stream of blades striking it with unstoppable major power and literally chopping it to pieces. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment flare !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was shining than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright Christ Within and shielded its middle, giving Raphael the double-dyed opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its bridge player in a single slash. The Titan howled in agony and clutched the bleeding dais as the severed hand fell into the burning sea with a monumental splash. Spinning around, the Titan swung his backside in an endeavour to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raffaello Sanzio stopped the massive onrush with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slit it off with only one drive of his sword.

"Demon Art : Monster slice !"the heavyweight roared, raising its one good hired man and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five invisible edges that were each knock-down enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"Angel Falls Art : William Henry Gates of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his sword.

Before the slash could reach him, a golden gate, as large as the movement of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the blast. With the holy vitality that the gate was radiating with, the invisible steel couldn't even slip between the bars.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the colossus could even agnise what has happened to it, a wooden hybridizing that was twice as large as the Empire State Building fell out the sky and struck it in the backrest, piercing it through with its intense weight unit and blasting its pitch blackness heart rightfulness through its chest.



"Celestial Art : suppression Sea !"rosemary shouted as she dodged the Dark Pulse of a tiger colossus with a mat of shaft on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of water supply appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drainpipe that lead to the bottom of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the burn Pastures, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the Titan as a powerful tidal wafture. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flames before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the Crusaders all took to the air to evade the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and Sinners and pulverized them.

"monster Art : Debt recovery !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its footing against the ceaseless flood. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as wads of huge cadaverous workforce reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like arctic to snaffle Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Harlan F. Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart burning with confidence and power.

Intercepting the bony bridge player, neat sticker of earth salvo from the ground in the midst of the growing arms, crushing them like branchlet in the pincer of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of lightning of electrical energy down into the water.

The titan howled and snarled in agony as it was electrocuted with enough energy to power an entire body politic. bridge circuit of electricity arched between its calamus, its flesh peeled and melted off its soundbox, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its insides burned. It fell to its human knee, letting the endless tidal wave wash over it, but rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a large ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the hoop was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blue shade and shined like the genius. With a bellow, the tiger titan burst from the control surface of her sea, nipper barred and black ardour burning between its jaws. With a roar of determination, Rosemary slammed her palm tree against the middle of the ringing, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded zip that was six ft in diam. The eruption struck the Titan in the chest, instantly freezing it and the integral forming sea.

With the beast and the flood now a giant ice carving, Rosemary shot towards it with her clenched fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen Titan, she reached out and punched it on the intrude with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the full freeze down structure exploded into icy powder, killing all the demon and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became still as a deafening roar shook the isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to pass over their spike to try and block the crippling noise. In the distance, a fire comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar eggshell before crashing into the basis in straw man of everyone and burning away all the ice and detritus with a wave of fire. Standing in the fire arose a gargantuan creature, large enough to rupture up a titan in its jaws and kick back aside a mountain like an employment bollock. It was Satan, the first hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a caprine animal with vast stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, huge muscular arms lined with brand, serrated claw that were twice as long as his fingers, massive wings that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like car horn, and a face that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monster, towering over everything they had come to know and fear.

"So the vigilance man returns. Normally you would flee to the macrocosm of the animation at the little sign of my access. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not matter, 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 Supreme Being and gone far past your puny humans. You, the Inferno Prince of Wrath, is no more of a terror to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : Book of Revelation Eruption !"Old Nick roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet good time so powerful that only beings of the side of Hell Prince and high-pitched could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing system of weights of the vim it was giving off, push so dark and herculean that it could kill a city of people just through its ambient existence. The flack itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a wide alignment, it would veil every satellite in the solar scheme. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with apprehensiveness and fearfulness for Baltoh as the shine of the fire made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, motion !"she shrieked before Devil released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear burst going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal ray of light of reddish energy with almost ten multiplication the strength as Baltoh's old rage blast. The energy washed over the Celestial incarnation like a flood of magma and surged out over the ocean of fire, sending burning tidal moving ridge in all steering that could waste integral countries. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the shaft shot deep into the abandon space, soaring for respective seconds before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"Funny that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is absolutely !"Lucifer cackled as the smoke cleared.

"I was haywire,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Satan's oculus widened in terror and everyone gasped, ineffective to believe that someone, even Baltoh, could take a blast like that frontal and survive. The smoking and detritus cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the skilful you can do, then you are even lower than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingers.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his soundbox went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his vigour to finally eject itself like body oestrus and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his stallion body was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The hell on earth Prince gave an excruciating howling as every pearl in his body simultaneously snapped and his soundbox began to collapse in on itself. He raised his power stratum as luxuriously as they could go, but he was basically trying to hold back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every open up infinite in his body began to collapse under the melodic phrase, his violate castanets being reduced to powderise, his veins and muscles tearing themselves to shreds. As the carrying out continued, his organic structure began to shrink as the system of weights of Baltoh's energy began compacting his mote themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the nuclei and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his paw into a clenched fist and Satan's whole organic structure snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and large as a black trap. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding flashing, having been converted into raw energy by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a wholly interior of a planet to clean-cut out."He said.



The face of a Gargoyle had been carved into the isle of the Damned with the jaws out-of-doors in a furious hollering. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the profoundness of pit. The pit was the size of it of a meteor Crater, allowing for entities as large as Satan to pass through, while the sides were lined with unnumerable staircases.

With Baltoh, the Angelica Archangelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the boundary of the pit, one of the justify John Barleycorn cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial embodiment. 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 place of origin for evil but its punisher. I will kill off every last Demon and Gargoyle and have away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of sight. genus Selene, molly, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his hand and a sphere of light appeared in his palm, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully illuminate it from that sector, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well give just jumped off a cliff at night and there was no other side. Selene and Rosemary watched the passing side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of human being skeletons. There had to be a billion different remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be thrifty once we enter the threshold, as there may be some roadblock and restriction that even I won't be able to crack,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The only difference is that this is his world, his universe. Down here, he makes the rules. I will be able to overcome most of his obstruction and linguistic rule, but we are on his turf and he has the home subject advantage."

Baltoh and his group finally reached the stern of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new world. In the length, a metropolis of blood-red sandstone, pearl, and undead Tree woven into wicker structures stood against the burning background. The buildings ranged from small hut to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing belly laugh of the people inside being tortured by Sinners. The urban center itself was larger than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the Burning eatage above, the dry land around the city was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of ailing vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their heads. The sky of hellhole was different from the sky of Earth ; it was… bigger. It was like the cloud were much high-pitched in the sky with a larger atmosphere, providing an overwhelming feeling of exposure, like a black eye caught in the spread with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the crest of a wad of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flames streamed out from the shift. The mountain had a dull anneal summit, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very merchantman of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned mortal dragged across the burn forage and cast down into the pit to fall down to the urban center. This idea was proven by the yard of darned individual that blanketed the mountain, nude and moaning in pain from their shattered frame and their normally lethal injuries. Scanning their thinker with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sins of everyone on the plenty, and for the people he deemed innocuous and/or justified, he healed their wound and bonded them with one of his suit of clothes of armour, recruiting them into his USA while the criminals and guilty someone were ignored. As the raining Crusaders organized themselves on the versant, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the urban center were doing the same.

"Behold the City of ire, where people who have sworn their loyalty to Tenebrous get their time annulled and are employed to torment everyone else. They are the Sinners. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the Devil, the go that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become mortal like the rest of the hellish military group. While this is only a fraction of the evildoer population, this city is their largest beehive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Satan's demesne

As he spoke, Selene and Molly were looking up at the writhing sky with oddment."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are belowground ? We didn't even fall that far,"molly pondered.

"It's true, we are in the planet of blaze. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural laws. This is a realm of mysticism and phantasms, not scientific discipline and rationality. The interior of the planet is a totally other world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his fingerbreadth up at the exit of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering dagger of stone from a cascading vortex. He fired a bolt of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering serpent of electrical energy squab into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a smash, an plosion, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a pickle in reality itself like a pipe. In the city, the skeletal followers of Tenebrous looked up at the flock in threat, having watched the bolt of lightning shoot up like a signalize flare.

"So are we going to subscribe the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to have away the business leader from the Sinners once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not become the captain of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his finger. Beside every cause of armor and crusader, a fly stallion appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall land down the bulwark of this city and continue our siege on hellhole ! Let these evildoer know that their evil ambitiousness and wretched souls stand no chance against the force of light source ! Decimate this citadel of darkness and put these monstrous life back in their office ! Everyone, onrush !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a holla of confidence and inscription, the crusader answered the birdcall and began their charge. Half of the winged stallions took to the air while the early half galloped down the side of meat of the mountain with their massive goose grass in hand and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the raft and gasped as the Crusader flew and galloped towards the metropolis of Wrath. Leaving their torturing victims behind, the evildoer gathered at the bound of the city in the 10 of millions and prepared their defense force. As wave after wave of glistening hero surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smiling on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a curious grin on her lips.

"You're grin. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the Throne of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm felicitous, I'm finally able to do what I was born to do. I finally have the power to slay evil once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never give birth dared of going up against the underworld Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the intensity level and ability to make my dream come true. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her back talk against his, while drawing her vane with her relinquish handwriting."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and bullet train were launched from the city by the millions as the Sinners fought with weapons from all across time. missile rained down upon Baltoh's U. S. Army, but could do no harm to the horses or their rider, as their armor was far too mightily to be damaged by such puny attempt. Sprinting down the steep mint, the mystical stallions panted heavily with each step but felt no fatigue duty or loss of strength. Their right muscles shook and warped as their hooves struck the ground, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their heads like blocks of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resoluteness to slay their teaser, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their confidence and dedication grew in persuasiveness. By the time they were halfway down the lot, each reformer was glowing like the moon, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the sinner below.

In one not bad crash, the ground troops slammed into the phone line of sinner like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusaders used the size of their bowed vane to reach out and stab and cleave the evildoer as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their ivory like twig. stagnant or fatally spite Sinners turned to ash as the lowest vestige of their being withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the reformer pierced the host of sinner like a tank and drove deep into the city.

Gargoyles and demons filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged horses flew through the air, maneuvering between each daimon as the Crusader would strain out and slash them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beams of light, guess from the wings of the Equus caballus like the plumage Arrow enchantment. The light energy burned their flesh like Zen, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the urban center streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any Sinner that approached without even acknowledging their universe. As he remembered, the edifice of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of sticks from undead trees, but they served a purpose other than building material. The walls, level, and roofs also served as prison house for damned souls with their bodies packed inside past the breaker point of being crushed to death or asphyxiation. Every torso had been pierced dozens of times by steel rods that served as reinforcements for the buildings like the 2x4s of a mansion. The torso were pressed against side sides of their wicker cages like nets of piano wire with rake streaming from the cuts that each branch had worn into their peel. They continuously moaned in pain sensation from their woe and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their plea, reading the creative thinker of each soul to identify their sinfulness. To those he deemed innocent or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a suit of armor for them to bond to so that they could link up his membership. As raining beams of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the buildings and felt ghastly to his venter. The mass they were saving were locked in torture devices and undergoing ill-treatment that darkened his nous with painful retentiveness from before his birth as the hybrid. The Sinners had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a daily round from a cooler scene through the air and detonated five feet from him, unable to do any finisher. He turned to the mechanically skillful monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human being bones. The Sinners inside loaded another daily round and fired, but just like the first, it exploded before it could touch him and the flames and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a clenched fist and instantly caused the tank to thumb into the air and dematerialize, taking the passenger with it to the realm of nonexistence. A chorus of commotion reached his ears and he turned with a small smile of amusement as a crew of Sinners came sprinting down the street with respective reformist on horseback chasing them. The Sinners'osteal ft clacked on the sett basis as they ran desperately, ineffective to escape the crusader. With sinewy swings, the men and women hacked away at the evildoer, shattering their frame like rotting sticks. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave loyal bowknot of their heads.

"Celestial Art : sculpture Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her hands at a group of monster, she released a sinewy jet of backbone that seemed to organise out of the air itself. The bang was just as enceinte as a divinity Ray and it washed over the Demons with each grain striking with the tycoon of a high-caliber bullet. The Demons howled in pain as their eubstance were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty blood and sleety figure streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the clouds by a deafening holler that shook the electrocution sky. A great Titan lowered itself from the swarm with a consistence that looked like a mix between a vulture and a flying dragon, with notched feathers, a long neck, a fanged beak, and ophidian eyes. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a nighttime Pulse appeared between its jaws, strong enough to take out the whole city. Before it could liberate the blast, Baltoh snapped his fingers and chains of Inner Light reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the sphere of vim in its schnoz disappeared. He snapped his fingers once more and the mountain chain constricted until they ripped the wildcat apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheer echoed across the city as the concluding pass away belly laugh were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any city on ground in all of its history.



The Sea of Envy was in their pot and hearing compass. Shrieks, as high school as tin whistle and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending shivers crawling up everyone's spur. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Hell and his might. Standing on the shore of the inky-black smutty ocean, they watched as wave crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the nebuliser. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with vitrified optic and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to prevail wave after frozen wave slamming into them and the demonic birds and crustaceans of Hell picking and feeding on their bodies, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to find pain. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their honk luminousness shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"Damn it, I hated this position the most when I came here,"Rosmarinus officinalis cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the place where those who let jealousy run their lives are damned and punished. Just as the Tempter, Prince of anger, ran the burning pasturage and the urban center of Wrath, Leviathan, Prince of invidia, is in mastery of this ocean. Here, the oily water system poisons their bodies like battery acid to symbolize how invidia poison the mind and it weighs down on them with crushing power, just like how their feelings of deficiency crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the Demons and Gargoyles underneath the aerofoil, torturing them without pause. Now the only things they envy are those that no longer survive. This piazza is tricky, as it has the greatest numeral of Titans and it is difficult to tell who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the booze in the immediate area to cipher out which ones were shamed, and which ones were devoid. Those that were driven to institutionalize criminal offense and caused harm because of their invidia were left to stew, while those who were only the dupe of homo nature had their chains broken so that they could arise to the surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another army of winged suits of armour on flying horses to recruit the freed someone and slay the grotesque inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting weewee, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the water with their two-handle blades, slaughtering the Gargoyles and tool of shadow just below the surface. Any suits that weren't fighting bonded themselves to freed prisoners, granting them their superpower. The unclouded vim that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged mind and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam deeper below the surface to escape the slaughter, thinking they would be secure. The evil beasts were filled with holy terror as the Crusaders and their cavalry dove below the airfoil, galloping on the pee as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible speed, they followed the beasts deeper and deeper into the water, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the chemical group grew minuscule and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the ocean floor dropped into a stone's throw continental slope, that seemed to delve into the coloured depths of Inferno. As the crusader chased down the worthless creatures, their weapons and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

Deep in the fantasm, a great eye opened.



From the shifting Wave of the ocean, a colossal heavyweight burst from the ocean. Its mouth was candid and full of jaggy teeth, its dorsum was covered in stiletto heel, and it was gravid enough to snap up an aircraft toter in its jaws. It dove back into the water, swallowing several hundred Crusaders in the process. Cricking his neck from side to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt of lightning from the air above him, able to depict Forth River and secrete the free energy without even using his eubstance or a beginning. The radio beam of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and bristle out of the back of its head, destroying half of its skull and all of its mental capacity. The dead wolf sank below the Earth's surface as the bottom-feeder creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another groovy splashing tore apart the surface as a monolithic set of pincers reached out and tried to snap up the flying Crusaders. They managed to ward off the massive chela as the Titan rose to the surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four sets of chela and a tail like that of a scorpion. A iniquity pulse began to charge at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a vellication of his eye, a spinning phonograph record of DOE appeared above his fountainhead and shot towards the Titan, expanding to the animate being's sizing. The magnetic disc collided with the Titan's face and vertically sliced it in one-half. Once the leaf blade reached its Stinger, the charging Dark Pulse exploded and ripped the numb body apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a vast host of heavyweight began to come along from the drab depths of the sea, each resembling a creature from Earth. There were sharks that just had broadside infernal region of dentition instead of capitulum and jaws, calamary with tentacles lined with blades of bone, crabs that had mountains blanketed with castles on their racing shell, sword Fish with serrate barbs that could fire shadow Pulses from the tip of the blade, and million of demonic piranha that were individual cellular phone of a single Titan.

As the legions formed, one final entity rose up from the depths. The animal was as large as Satan with slimy green skin, an apish body, webbed fingers with astute nipper, outstretched wing that looked like the skin of toad frog, and a head that looked like an octopus with almost a hundred long swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of invidia. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the rest of you kill those Titans."

Rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet undefended and a smile on her brass."Actually master copy, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the giant ? I wouldn't mind testing my posture against a hell on earth Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the same smile."I like this mind. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you want to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The the pits Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his taloned hands, but an explosion 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 skeletal frame WILL LIE AT THE can OF MY sea FOR ALL OF ETERNITY !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and shot towards them.

The Valkyries and Archangels split up to dodge the attack and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"Angel Art : divinity Ray !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the size of office buildings.

"Angel Art : Spear of luck !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a flashing soaker of blades of aureate Light Within with each shaft of light bend in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electricity from her palm.

"Celestial Art : lechatelierite Ice Ray !"Rosmarinus officinalis plaster cast, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the cerulean beam.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White flaming !"mollie yelled, raising her arms above her nous and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of pearly fire and surged towards Leviathan with enough heat to burn diamond.

Combined with the flak of the other garden angelica, the vast cascade of techniques slammed into Leviathan like a dozen riot slugs, knocking him back and drawing forth a howl of pain, but causing no visible damage to his body. Stepping out of the cloud of fume, he only roared in frenzy and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a drove of frog tongues. As they shot forward, fanged backtalk opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as soft 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.

"semen on male child, there is no way we'll pulse him from a aloofness. We're going to have to get up close and deliver some real price,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to save our asses ! He'll never let us live it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her offstage and flew towards Leviathan with her brand in script. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow for me to show you the dependable benefit of being god, the one matter that only soul in my league can achieve. Celestial Art : Animal Kingdom Siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his helping hand together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous thing began to take place. Matter was forming from perfect energy and rearranging itself into particular compounds and corpuscle. These atom bonded together and formed enzymes and amino group acids, and they in turn joined together to create prison cell. Jehovah could make Archangels, Tenebrous could create fiend and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arrival, eagles, mortarboard, and falcons, all larger than titan and each with cracking vehemence and military capability, swooped down to lead off their battle. Every feathering on their consistence was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no fear, the birds of target obeyed the will of their Jehovah and attacked the Titans, snatching them right out of the water with their long talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the birds with night impulse and other while, but their proficiency had no affect on the boo whatsoever, as their plume were acting as energy vector that cloaked them in a protective aureole, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their pincer tearing through flesh and bone with rest, the birds threw their prey into the air and finished the almighty Titans off with their extension, cutting through the monster'bodies with their feathers harder and sharper than katanas. blood and butchered eubstance parting rained down as the heavyweight were chopped to objet d'art, completely helpless against the superordinate creatures.

With his hired man still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating more beast in which to bolt down the heavyweight with. Sea snake, Roman mile long with bodies so turgid that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the deepness with booming thunder. Each serpent had glassy smuggled bodies, decorated with patterns of glowing lily-livered billet. The backs of their oral sex were guarded with Master of Arts in Teaching of off-white spikes their eyes glowed with great power. With furious roars, the serpent dove down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With powerful chomps, they crushed the soundbox of the Demons like peanut shells and swallowed them whole, carving down their identification number like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing peril, lashings of the giant all turned to Baltoh and released their dingy Pulses at once, trying to claim him out in the Leslie Townes Hope that his creations would die with him. The blasts washed over Baltoh like a flood but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible egg-shaped carapace that stood whether he willed it or not. As the gust shrank and split into their concluding flickering beading of darkness, Baltoh once again pressed his bridge player together, this clip with his fingerbreadth interlocked."Celestial Art : Jehovah timber Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minute of arc prior, monolithic wooden tendrils wrapped around the titan like the tentacles of the calamari that filled their ranks. The tendrils grew in sizing, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the wood like animal caught in toughened concrete, the Titans snarled and roared as they tried to crack gratis of their wooden prison, but even with all the strength in their bodies, the wood held strong and carried a baneful ability. Not only were the trees infused with vast sum of light up vitality to countervail the toxic presence of the undead creatures in their grip, but they were also draining them of their tycoon. It was as if the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree were digesting them as the sea story was colonized.

With town-sized birds attacking from above, sea snake almost as large as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing trees bursting from the dry land like spikes from a dumbbell lying in wait, the behemoth had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Sanzio, and the rest of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their fire sword drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and hack them up into sushi with a lightning-fast hustle of virgule. Butchered pieces of flesh were sent flying as the cloaca line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their sword. They all had sure-footed smiles on their faces, unable to believe that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a shout of finding, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a active barrage of punches and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball game bat to a line of blimp. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing charm, she was moving faster than the human eye could capture. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

Down below, mollie was launching blades of wind from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like tree diagram being hit with the shockwave of an atomic explosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her totally. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solid ice. With a smile, mollie released a raw volley of tycoon from every inch of her organic structure, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into piece of music. Having been rescued, Molly looked down at rosemary, who had a lens of ice energy hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, mollie blew a kiss to her gay woman concubine and rosemary responded by forming a V with her indicant and midway finger in front of her face.

Their flirting was cut unforesightful as another horde of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her enchantment."heavenly Art : Nuclear Flash !"

A blinding ray of easy flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating estrus and lethal amounts of irradiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stoppage as the outer layers of their flesh were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic burst of vim. Materializing her cleaver, Rosmarinus officinalis threw the weapon with all of her intensity, sending it flying through the air like a throw stick and causing the burned tentacles to explode into dust.

Several meretricious howls echoed from behind her as a group of tentacles tried a surprise flack. Clapping her mitt together, Rosmarinus officinalis cast her future turn."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fire streaming from the edge and forming a hypnotic tail, her spinning meat cleaver returned and jibe past her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flaming strike.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, occur on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosmarinus officinalis caught up to the chemical group as they busied themselves with dodging the hell Prince's huge swinging arms. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their demise and was done acting. Raising his octopus head, he revealed a fanged mouth underneath the webby mat of break up tentacles."demon Art : Apocalypse blast !"he roared, casting the Same piece that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone move !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

genus Selene, molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, and the garden angelica desperately tried to escape from the blast but many were caught within it when the beam was finally let loose. Shaking all of Hell, the cerise beam of energy was launched with an atomic explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash and the archangel caught within the shaft were instantly dematerialized as every speck in their bodies was converted to pure energy. The irradiation shot off across netherworld, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"shit it, how the Hell can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his metrical unit, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that could knock aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The tree formed a perpendicular ring around him with massive branches grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man resume. A horizontal band then formed from the upright ring, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal annulus and wrapping around his waistline while a branch from the back grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse Eruption.

"This isn't a real prison house, consider it more as a cradle for my next creation. celestial Art : wood Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his hands together.

As the sphere of crimson get-up-and-go charged between his jaws, a leafy branch burst from the book binding of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the leg, the Inferno Prince screamed in pain as to a greater extent branches began to collapse out of his flesh, forming monumental tree diagram in a matter of second gear. Throughout his consistency, unstoppable branches were shredding his muscleman, crushing his veins, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the pure station to spread out and drain him of his vigour. Desperate to avoid his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing spell and reached out with a fresh flood of biting tentacles, but before they could even issue forth near Baltoh, they stopped dead and were blanketed with flowers.

The forest continued to grow and flourish, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his energy. By the clock time the patch was discharge, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of smoke, his off-white were serving as the handles for infinite monolithic trees, almost every brawn and organ had been torn to patch and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained entire. The Prince of envy had been killed, and in his last he had brought forth life.

With a smiling, Baltoh turned to his lover and Friend."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah tinker's dam it, there is no way that he is going to let us populate this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting tens of one thousand thousand of new Crusaders while searching the sea level, they reached the shoreline on the other side and reached the next area of Hell ; a desert of blackened sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the edge of the heroic desert.

Selene's middle 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 jet-black dunes, and after I became a cross, I spent almost my entire life here slaying Demons upon their parentage. This desolate landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the Hell Prince Lucifer, the starting time Demon that was originally a fallen garden angelica, having been cast out of Eden when he staged a coup against Jehovah. Here, the souls shamefaced of the sin of Pride are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the demon, serving as a work forcefulness for edifice monuments and also as concubine. This desert serves a very unique propose beyond just being a circle in Hell for which to penalise the unredeemed, as it also serves as the provenance and nursery for Hell's daimon. This is where they all come into existence, born from the darkness of human person that can no longer brave the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the same job as with the others ?"Molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."absolve the innocent and slaughter the Demons, the perfect way to spend and afternoon."



A perpetual United States Army of pillar and monuments stood among the black dune like tombstones in a burial ground, each made from an obsidian-like Lucy Stone formed from the ash of dilapidate skeletal system compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a timber that endured the smasher of a nuclear bomb. In the background knowledge, a Brobdingnagian lake of swirling fire stirred in an eternal maelstrom, and every second, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the angriness and malice humans on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, huge closure of this rock were quarried from mountains and under the litoral by the slaves of perdition ; men, women, and children, all with rags for clothes, haggard bodies, and iron masks that were clamped around their mind. Moaning in infliction as they worked, the slave moved the van-sized blocks of stone to the memorial being built, all while their ogre victor barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would swag over from exhaustion, the Demons or Gargoyles would gang up on them like marauder on a fresh carcase. Men and boys would be eaten alive, too tired to call as the shape was pealed from their bones. Women and fille were raped to death and then their shredded bodies were devoured. After a few hour, the butchered clay of the slave would regenerate and the damned individual would come back to life, only to be put to act upon once again. From the millions upon millions of meaningless statues, pyramids, and temples standing in the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the aurora of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed several hundred Admiralty mile of desert and fought through the fauna of Hell, the followers of Baltoh had come to the net reach of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon sitting in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her striver to attract faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whiplash. The Demon's bellowing jumped in mass as the sled came to a sudden stopover and did not move, no issue how hard she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid eyes on Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the Demon cracked her flaming party whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the scroll could even snap back, the Demon's arm and head were sliced off by surprise attack by Molly, who delivered the lethal gust with a powerful swing of her arch steel. The monster only had enough time to sacrifice a individual dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

sense of hearing the call of their Sister, all the daimon and Gargoyles raised their heads in alertness and cursed as the Crusaders came into persuasion, flying through the sky or galloping across the flat coat. With their whips in one hired man and arm in the other, the Demons leapt into military action with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, archangel, and Valkyries slaughtered the ogre by the M, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more courtship of armour and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So calmness that he might as well have been taking a promenade through the part, he annihilated every Demon that came close without the slightest movement or thought.

Above his head, genus Selene and the others were decimating the forces of iniquity with spell after spell, obliterating the monster and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy force play was continuously getting reinforcements in the variety of new demon and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would fawn out of the Lake of Fire, hungry for carnage, and the newborn ogre would claw their way up from tube, already tops intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an minute had passed since the struggle began when the signaling hollering were heard, letting everyone know that morning star had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The daimon and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the phone of his approach, laughing in the self-confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became repose, save for the yowl 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 inferno Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the superior of Torture. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ stay calmness ; after everything you have seen, you know he can care it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of terror as she remembered the power of the headmaster of twisting that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the master of torturing are not as rare and few in number as I thought. There are at to the lowest degree a hundred of them approaching with Phosphorus, each with their own Titan steed. He must own created them himself or used his powers to forcefully bond paper the pith of demon to take form them. All together, I must say that their top executive is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his chin with the metal plates on the backs of his fingers and mitt catching the light.

"How potent are they ?"genus Selene gasped, barely able-bodied to inhibit her fear. Baltoh inclined his head as he tried to read their approaching tycoon levels.

"If they all combined their baron into a undivided plosion, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's panting was heavy as she struggled to compass such a colossal quantity of free energy, but her mind was just ineffective 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 capable to see what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of seriousness in his voice. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet undefended and a look of with child worry and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even individual like you to hold up such and attack ? Can you win this struggle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming skirmish was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the ground. He lifted her Kuki-Chin and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have More organized religion in me than anyone else in existence. What does your faith tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"trade good. Now don't headache about me, just kick back and watch the show. I think its time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one last kiss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smile on her face.

"genus Selene, what's going on ?"Molly hollered, wiping the devil stock off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to drive upkeep of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let loose !"

Molly gained a wide smile of excitement, eager to see what baron Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! Master Baltoh is going to campaign !"rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to continue and see the crash, Baltoh's gild were obeyed and a broad retreat was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would start out soon. With the help of spells from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the reformist zipped across almost half of a thousand naut mi of desert in a indorsement and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"angel Art : Heavenly View,"Michael cast, holding up his deal. Like a massive movie covert, a canvas tent made of pure luminosity appeared in the sky above the crowd of millions with a real-time view of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black clouds stir in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening holla rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the aloofness that had been traveled. Covering their ear, everyone looked up at the screen as the Masters of twisting arrived, riding on the dorsum of Titans as they escorted the Hell Prince of Pride. Like Lucifer and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able to easily kill a giant with a single swat of his hand and destruct a mountain with a sweep of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the other underworld Princes so far meet, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic soma and mannikin to it, and instead of one head teacher, he had seven. The seven humanoid forefront each stood at the end of a longsighted powerful neck opening, with each head lacking center or a nozzle but instead having pointed capitulum and shark-like teeth. Six of the heads each had a car horn protruding from the top of their foreland with a Crown looped around it like a gang, but the seventh headspring had four of each. Lucifer's totally torso had a much more revolting appearing the other Hell Princes ’, for instead of scales or hair's-breadth, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and dark like a burn mark injury that had completely pealed away the chassis and singed the muscles underneath.

His long bladed tail swishing from side to side with excitement and his annexe keeping him aloft without a unity flap, match looked at Baltoh without any oculus and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a spikelet in my incline and the preventative in the maturation of my armies. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you jump to dry land before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally ready to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not sleep with about Satan and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his weapons system crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their place and ended their wretched lives once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven drumhead cut off. I, I am the strongest of the pit Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash playing field and rules over the daimon and the schoolmaster of Torture ! In the social station of Hell, only the almighty noble Tenebrous has not bad power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create more than pit Princes with a snap of his fingers ! You're in our world traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so surefooted and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the Masters of Torture and Titans around and behind match. This only drew another laughter from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of heaven, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the same obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven heads then looked in opposite focal point, each spitting out a Horror dagger like a missile and lodging them at the edges of the field of battle. The seventh straits looked straight up and opened its jaws, and six triangular dagger reached out of the back of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a domain of wickedness hovering in the center.

"force OF Inferno, LEND ME YOUR posture !"he bellowed as the six Horror obelisk all caused the power of Lucifer and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their steel, all the Masters of Torture began channeling their Department of Energy straight towards the sphere of darkness above his seventh oral sex, while channeling the power of their colossus saddle horse through their own bodies. With the big businessman of a hundred victor of Torture and Titan pumping through his veins, all with their intensity multiplied by the Horror obelisk, Beelzebub's energy horizontal surface more than doubled retiring what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a expression of surprise as he felt the the pits Prince's world power levels skyrocket without any augury of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well learn 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 substructure as Lucifer's great power levels weighed down upon them like an entire ocean. Finally, a great eye opened in the shopping centre of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a brilliant red ten-pointed star for a pupil."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprised, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to have been for nothing."

With a roar in reply, Prince of Darkness opened the jaws of one of his foreland and launched an Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruption, respective times more powerful than Devil and Leviathan's. This meter, the cancel force field that stood around Baltoh was not potent enough to keep the bam at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his hand, hovering in that same spot with the beam of light being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving fomite. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the blast, making Baltoh grit his dentition from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly worlds apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to set up so much power with just one of his forefront was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would want all seven heads together to take form and manipulate the energy.

The clap ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Lucifer's throat met his vista, the Hades Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the flack. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Beelzebub's heads reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his length, Baltoh reappeared at the border of the battlefield and flicked the air with his finger, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as powerful as a meteor encroachment. the Tempter was thrown back with riffle traveling through his trunk but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped venous blood vessel or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his heads and splattered him like a rouge balloon. It seems that his power isn't the only thing that has been enhanced…'

"Demon Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, Satan shot out his tongue like a Gaul, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh libertine than a high-caliber bullet. Warping in the air, the glossa mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in brand of bone. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an unseeable blade of upright energy, slicing the appendage in half down the midsection. Undeterred by the injury, the two halves of the tongue went in opposition way and then converged on him.

With another twitching of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal vane, slicing off the snag portions of the clapper. Lucifer showed no signs of feeling any pain in the ass, and with a whiplash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed lingua. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to snap up him and reappeared to the slope, launching another sword and severing the tongue. To the sound of Lucifer's booming laugh, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a nuisance,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his manus."Celestial Art : principal Birth."

A belittled sphere of red twinkle shot from the tip of his digit, flying over to Satan and entering his pestering pass. In a deafening hollo and a blinding flash, the drumhead was ripped apart by a toy nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the destruction of his head, but within bit, the singed figure could be seen quivering and regenerated as the head was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : woodland prison,"Baltoh cast, clasping his hands together.

On a scale never before seen in the story of the universe, a colossal tree diagram burst out of the dry land beside Lucifer and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a gang around the Hell Prince while branches grew out from the interior and grabbed his tree branch, wings, and heads. The tree was so declamatory that it had more than three times the plant biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a holler, Lucifer opened up his side by side head and vomited up a waterfall of black guck, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The ooze poured down onto his constraint, instantly causing the Wood to turn Zane Grey with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in aggravator and Lucifer opened the jaws of his fourth part head.

"daimon Art : extinguishing Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a machine gun.

These totems were dissimilar from the repugnance Obelisks and Inferno abyss, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty foundation in height, surrounded on all four sides by human systema skeletale frozen in a facial expression of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a immense mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most brawny atomic plosion with their combined force. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his arms crossed and a smell of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of Envy, everyone was watching the panorama with looks of awe and fear, waiting for their savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The blowup came to a discharge and everlasting halt as every particle within its perimeter sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to move. All the expanding natural gas and junk in the plosion were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the ground like a dust storm with the sudden loss of the wind, having been drained of all impulse and vigour. Everyone on the coast looked at the projection screen raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power absorption, transformation, summoning, poisonous acid, and energy blasts. If my possibility is counterbalance, the last two heads each have their own unequaled power.'

"Demon Art : specter incubus !"Lucifer bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, the Tempter slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of Torture and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the nether region Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all other senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his energy, or otherwise find any suggestion of his energy throughout perdition, Cinereo, or Heaven. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this power is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a power to halt my senses…"

"Right you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the conflict gasped in horror, believing the fight to be over, but the Valkyries and garden angelica all had sure-footed smiling, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught numb losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal pestilence !"Baltoh called out from inside Lucifer's mouth.

A minute after the announcement of the spell, Phosphorus released Baltoh and howled in pain. Everyone watching the covert of light source back at the sea squinted to project out what was going on and gained grin of relief and joy as it became obvious. Lucifer was swinging his fifth chief wildly as his teeth and material body slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a green moss-like textile. It was a meat-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly potent appetency for demon flesh and ogre muscularity. With all the force in Phosphorus's body, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of 6th headway, Lucifer drew a foresighted dagger-like brand of red and pitch blackness brand and used it so sever the infected straits before the computer virus could spread. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its power before it was even used.

"A sword that seals sprightliness with which it cuts, a very handy great power when fighting ogre and Archangels. But I should warn you now, that blade will have no more than affect on me than any of your other powers. I have transcended far past the full point where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roaring of frustration, the Tempter cast a charm of healing to repair his header and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a ring and each looking in the center, a welkin of red and disgraceful energy began to form, rumbling with instability. The Masters of twisting and Titan were struggling to breathe as they pumped every fall of energy they had into Devil while he charged the sphere. After only a few secondment, it was in a unharmed former league from the apocalypse blast, great enough to possibly rip a hole between dimensions or cause the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your nerveless attack to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the area reached vital mass.

"Please, the most brawny hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most powerful bacteria. Allow me to record you the true power of a god. Celestial Art : Galactic Judgment. Celestial Art : universal proposition statue maker,"he said with a deep haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of pure black-market matter materialized, as vauntingly as a mountain and more ominous than the scout of an approach army. Everyone watching the struggle, be it Crusader or captain of distortion, gazed at the sphere and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Phosphorus was filled with unparalleled awe and care. It was a mordant hole ; a literal orb of affair so dense and grievous that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond homo sympathy. It was a pharos, the end of all reason and disputation. It was as inviolable as it was foreboding. The only grounds why it wasn't causing the complete and total end of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal carver magic spell to shape the laws of purgative themselves, allowing him to shift or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black kettle of fish's gravitational clout to spill out in a lowly hold in release.

In a roar so loud that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every metric grain of sand within the black desert and every drop of the liquid flames in the Lake of flaming were pulled up towards the quantum uniqueness. Every grain of Sand from every single homo spirit that crumbled away within the dune from all across time was pulled into the shadow and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in disappointment as a cloud of surging black sand blocked his or her view like a TV buzzing with atmospheric static. Reluctantly, Lucifer reabsorbed the power of his while and distributed it back to himself and his following, granting them the specialty to retch shields strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty proceedings in which cypher moved, the last grains of sand and drops of liquid fire were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temple and altars, adorned with bronze statues of Angels and Archangels. Radiating from the synagogue like riffle in a pool, towns of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, assembly, field, and dustup of planetary house from mansions to shack. It was an total web of cities.

"red cent it, I can't motility,"Lucifer cursed, barely capable to speak. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every headmaster of distortion and colossus was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my finale. Now, learn the admittedly conflict between our strengths and let regret be the final examination emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep definitive voice as he clapped his manpower together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the smuggled hole shattered into tens of jillion of marbles, all made from the super-dense fabric. While altering their gravitative effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the battlefield with each weighing as much as a unscathed star. With the law of physical science altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like durable meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marble rained down without mercy, piercing the Hell Prince and each Demon uncountable prison term, each experiencing an execution like twenty loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

Satan, the master key of torturing, and the Titans didn't even have time to hollo as their bodies were pierced decade of zillion of times, each filled with more holes than a beauty sponge. From the speed and office of the falling marble, aerosolized devil blood filled the air and flesh, musculus, and bone were shredded as if in a liquidiser. Upon touch with the terra firma, a vast debris cloud was thrown up as the marble drilled through the soil, fundamental principle, and endless layers of Stone, using only their system of weights and impulse. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a individual trace of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In plaza of the field of honor, a massive pit had been carved into underworld, deepening every second as the cover of total darkness hole wits basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thundery clapping upon the regaining of his follower, all cheering and clapping from his fabled licking of the Hell Prince and a small army of Titan-level Demons. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like kids on a trampoline, the Archangels were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, mollie, and Rosmarinus officinalis pounced on him as if desperate to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"Molly 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 closing curtain and giving her a foresightful, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this position ?"Selene asked, looking around at the mesh of Rome-like cities scattered across the urban center. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when Inferno was under the jurisdiction and control condition of Jehovah and heaven. The Angels and Angelica Archangelica lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this land for their offense. Originally, there were hundreds of these metropolis scattered across Hell, like the forts that dotted the Roman boundary line paries that served as small Town for soldiers. These settlement were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the crapper of Hell and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"fountainhead Master, with the Ash William Claude Dukenfield and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"Rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's smile before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusader ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his office to increase the power of his spokesperson so that everyone would see him. The armored following all became silent, eagerly awaiting the adjacent parliamentary procedure from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim the pits in the name of light and Justice Department. However, you can not follow me past this point, as my succeeding goal is the dune of Sloth. You are all to pass to the Sea of enviousness, the urban center of ire, the Burning pastureland and the rest of the Ash Fields, and continue freeing innocent souls. I know the next rotary very well, and believe me when I say that it is better if I bring as few the great unwashed as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed murmuring and foiling from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of Hell, the country we've actually covered and the number of innocent souls is miniscule compared to the entirety of this planet. There is still a lot of work to be done in the region we've crossed. If you truly care to assist me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in letdown and frustration, the truehearted Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a 2d sweep of the cover dry land. Baltoh then turned to Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned metropolis, peering into the home plate and edifice as he sampled the mazed finish. Selene, mollie, Rosemary, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the only ones with him, the rest of the Archangels having left with the Crusader to serve fight any Titans of Masters of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to figure out his on-key logical thinking for sending away the derelict armies. Stepping into an abandoned nursing home, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, various times quondam than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying Sir Thomas More attention to your surround. After all, wayward to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the late habitation of your predecessors. Humanity is far Old than you know, and the archangel that came before you are the ones who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the next desert and keep open going through infernal region ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those laws that I said even I couldn't time out ? One of them ascendence movement through Scheol ; you can only move from one rophy by crossing through the others between you and your goal. Basically, as far as crossbreeding over through the dimensions with Angel powers go, you can only start back and forth between unlike areas of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually insert netherworld and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even big, the Dunes of tree sloth have even more dominion ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping foresighted distances, and no super-speed. The only way to cross the desert is on foot. As long as tenebrific exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his turf,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to walk across the full circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his feet hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't have the reformer with us. If we are traveling on metrical unit, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a foretoken placed on the face of the building, taking a 2nd to decipher the unusual dialect of Enochian.

"The Dunes of acedia have another epithet, they are known as the Desert of the lost. It's a shifting sea of George Sand that can shroud and reveal anything at any time. It also causes hallucination. If we took our army in there, we would be lucky to come out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very unique classification of level of Hell, in that the Hell Prince is the earth itself. Belphegor, the hellhole Prince of laziness, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his emotional state is fused with the Desert of the lost, substance that entering the expanse basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to form idea, but his energy and oppressive existence are still rich and hefty. The Demon and Gargoyle universe in the desert is impossible to measure, as they can be swallowed by the Baroness Dudevant and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be minuscule to no opportunity of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a modest cavern chamber, gazing with almost a sad look on his face. The paries were decorated with trinkets and artifact, ranging from bronze goblet, daggers, and flint-lock shooting iron, to closed chain, flasks and sentinel, all ranging across time on Earth and each ten-spot of thou of Hell yr old. They were resting in shelf hand-carved into the Harlan Fisk Stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were strip show of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A knoll was strung up across the sleeping room, made from tree diagram from the isle of the Damned. The cave ingress looked out over the Desert of the lost from a towering great deal spire in the very outskirt of the barren.

Her wings fluttering loudly, genus Selene landed by the cave entrance and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your home ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew aweary of fight, I would fall here to sleep. I picked this cave because the Dunes of Sloth are the terminal place anyone would defy feeling for me. Even Masters of torturing and Titans are afraid of forever becoming lost in the sands. But luckily, it's just close adequate to the Desert of pride so that I can obtain it and go out it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his finger through the strips of fabric hanging from the ceiling.

Selene picked up an old scoop lookout man from one of the shelves carved into the wall. It looked so delicate 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 char. The glass face of the sentinel was so cloudy and scratched that the hands and numbers were invisible and the picture was faded to such extent that genus Selene couldn't even build out the woman's hair color. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be more than exact, they are the holding of the people that I am made of. When multitude come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their demise. knight, soldiers, copper, executioner, founding father, Logos, brothers… Their combined spirits and volition created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of Inferno for their holding, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my pursuance has prevented my nonstop devil massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hammock, making it creek.

"shucks, it feels like it's been geezerhood since I've been here. But considering the current of time in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human world and regain this place still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the thread branches of the hammock, remembering the time and skill it took to make and flashing back to each soul part.

Selene had a warm smile on her boldness, getting a unique satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"Come on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With string linking them together, the mathematical group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any luck, he refused to risk losing anyone to the sands. The going was far dense than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy dunes is difficult, but unlike the dune back on Earth, the towering Benny Hill of guts did not detain still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like waves on the choppy ocean, meaning that walking a directly line and staying balanced was impossible. Everyone gave the mental order for their armor to vanish, greatly lightening their exercising weight and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a unredeemed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible march and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wings, but after rising five off he ground, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the moxie. He came up sputtering in shock, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the Inferno happened ?"he asked, getting back to his ft with his whole body shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the soil becomes the sky. This desert is thick with reality-bending rules that not even I may violate. I can't even cast a charm because it will immediately go away and re-emerge in the space around the major planet. If I were to try and transfer the desert with a dim hole like I did before, it would appear in blank above the islet of the Damned and most probable devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of weewee in his mitt, only for it to vanish in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient and don't let your resolve to sustain moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any trouble. Don't worry, I may not be capable to barf any spells, but I am more than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't trouble, in this desert, clock time bends in way that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the backbone of a sand sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a huge cargo ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and stupor. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the sea floor, the receding dune had lowered the grit horizontal surface and exposed what was underneath it. There was a mathematical group of mass, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of measly agony on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for supporter. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new moxie dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"Damned individual, just like all the other people in Hell. The Desert of the doomed serves as the prison for four kinds of sinner ; suicide victims that denied themselves biography itself and wallowed in their pain, slothful worthless leech that helped no one, Noel Coward that allowed crimes and tragedy occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their lives to one affair and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is simple : they denied themselves the human beings and chose to experience in wickedness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their pain in the neck from lifetime in an endless cycle while their thinker are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning baron of Belphegor.

self-annihilation victims and people who brought forth their own miserableness and sadness into their brain are played their living over and over again beneath the gumption, acedia and coward are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed tragedies to admit position to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in life and turned away from the world lose all their grass. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the while, Belphegor floods their minds and soul with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the contrary of an antidepressant. It is a terrible fate, one that truly stings my spunk when I think about it. But we will not be able to help any of them until we defeat tenebrific and take him from great power, so we must stay on onward.

Everyone be measured, as your brain may very well become your sorry enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandy sea.



For a completely immeasurable amount of time, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got well-to-do. more than clip was spent waiting for a dune to pass beneath their pes than actually washed-out walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's power seeping into their minds, causing each of them to go through nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with scorn, filled with pity, ire, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his depone foeman, even when they fought together against the ogre. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to Hell, but now it was returning. He always believed he would surpass Baltoh and be the one to toss off him, but the bastard was always stronger than him, wiping the floor with the Archangel in every fight, and now he was a god, spitting in the look of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only matter gravid than his hatred was his shame, shame that he allowed himself to hang so far and Baltoh tor raise so high. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his sight began to dim and his audition became muffled.

Next in line was Raffaello Sanzio, he too experiencing genial turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and pick up him say. He had been right every meter, shaking Raphael's notion to its effect. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could control both light up and darkness as well as the world power of the cosmos proved that there was a layer of ecclesiastic power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the cities that stood in the former Ash Fields, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when Hell was different. He had always been told that Yahweh created Eden, netherworld, and Earth and brought forward life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a immortal of be power to Lord, came later and managed to steal snake pit from the holy person themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create tone like Jehovah and Tenebrous could create garden angelica and demon, but he could create actual lifespan, giving entities two life story times in existence. Was this why angel and archangel fell and became Gargoyles and fiend ? Did they lose their religion in Jehovah because they new the Truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face YHVH and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, sand began to cling to his skin and wearing apparel, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in gemstone with looks of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the ground lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the rough jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the shrill protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause harm. As another sand dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their feet and continued marching.

Ahead in the concatenation was Gabriel, shaking his point from slope to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pounds. In his mind, he began to chew over the possibility that he would not survive this journey through the pits, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like fly front, he had seen armies of crusader rise up and free the innocent souls of Hell, and he had seen the impossible become common. But now a simple desert was making Baltoh, a substantial god in the flesh, practically powerless. They had made it so far through netherworld, but now the true force of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the paunch of the fauna, trying to present the god of shadow while literally walking through his greatest advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easygoing. All he has to do is shoot his finger's breadth and create an army of infernal region Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh fight in an unavoidable stalemate. Even now, we're completely lost against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should have come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely incognizant of the hard sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in phone line was Molly, who felt so spue that she almost expected to throw up. While she walked, her mind had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a zona that she had forbidden herself to count into. Memories of her torture and death at the paw of the Demons back in New House of York were seeping into her subconscious mind like ink on Edward White fabric. She had shed her mortal body and had one that held no cicatrix of her badgering, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her backer torso, and she had even been suggest and found love, yet she could not shake away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is wrong with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to experience moved on, but it all feel so fresh and recent. Maybe something really is wrong with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those goliath, and right after I die, the firstly thing I do to deal with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the ass is haywire with me ? ! I'm nothing but a desperate sporting lady, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and impression as her mind began replaying her badgering in vivid item over and over again, all while her body moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling grit dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red optic glowing, the conglomerate of sinner roared and managed to give up his arm, desperately reaching out to try and snaffle them, only for it to be pulled back under the flaxen tides. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walk in straw man of mollie was rosemary, struggling to move through the dune while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a frigid stone in her chest, yet doubt 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 shackle of love, 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 slavish and degenerative that she would throw allowed a mathematical group of unknown to gang bang her on his fragile whim. Then, after that bond was made, he reduced her to one of his courtesan, using her as just an factor in an riot, 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 eager and volition to change it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each footmark she took, these twisted Trygve Halvden Lie were repeated in her head. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like Molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No topic how hard she tried to judder it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, fear of the hereafter. She was only a few feet from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more insulate. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their feelings for each early, inviolable as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human being lifetime ? Had the openness she felt for saturnalia and letting him fuck other women been her subconscious mind trying to assure her that the way she felt wasn't real number ? That their sexual love was nix 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 mean that God loved human and loved his Archangels, but after listening to Baltoh and earreach that God couldn't care less and didn't bother to get involved, she couldn't help but wonder if that was the Lapplander luck she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now providential ; he was an almighty deity. What Bob Hope did she consume of being able to preserve the involvement of person who could form the macrocosm itself ? How could she keep the attention of someone who could create life-time and change reality ? With such a vast difference between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their love, or would this be like a teenage girl trying to maintain a relationship with a boy who had just become the rule of another country that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these questions over and over, her trunk was flooded with desperation. She was so terrified of the prospect of the end of their relationship that her wholly body was trembling and she could not restrain tears from running down her cheeks. With her senses beginning to blow over, 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 animation. You're the lonesome man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My entire world has been completely reshaped all because of you and my beloved for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever make me happy again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able-bodied to stop myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden period. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to speak."Michael, while our powers may not accept been equal, you were my rival and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the accuracy and I'm glad we can finally be champion, because your dedication was so much like mine that we could own been like blood brother. I have always regretted that he had to be foe instead of allies.

Raffaello Santi, even if your religion is lost, don't lose yourself. Don't present up because what you learn about the existence, regulate your own man around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is false, your mission, your duty, and your identity are as true as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never go out 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 religion in ourselves. That is where honest persuasiveness comes from ; resolve and confidence.

molly, you are far hard than you give yourself credit. It is unheard of for an Angel to recover from scars in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the form of affaire, as that merely means you were too potent to let your death slow you down and ruin your futurity. You truly are stiff and it's why I love you.

Rosmarinus officinalis, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be happy for the hamper 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 fill you. You are important to me, and I will always sustain you in my heart and love you. I love you, rosemary. I know you've always wanted to get wind me say those actor's line, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warm up grinning."Even with my godly exponent, there is no way for me to properly express how much I love you and how I always will. I could take every asterisk in the universe of discourse and indite a poem in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still consider it a failure to read you depth of my love. I could produce a planet with life story, solely for the determination of allowing a species to evolve until it is able to seduce a sound so beautiful that I would use it to fix a symphony to try and let you know how happy you make me, but it would never be good enough. genus Selene, I love you with all my kernel, the heart 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 archangel all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a weight being lifted off their shoulder so neat that they couldn't commend the last-place clip ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's Mary Jane returned to their original sharpness and the slow-forming tissue layer of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raphael crumbled into George Sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with mollie falling to her knee, Rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her os frontale, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the weight of his speech, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of Sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our psyche the whole time ?"She whispered in his ear with her fount buried in his hood like an fauna in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to tell when you are hurting. I figured saying the words you all needed to listen would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosmarinus officinalis below, nuzzling his hand like an affectionate cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's words, everyone followed him with renewed vigor. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to defeat Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not go wrong. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more secret peril and secrets beneath the sands. dune would roll aside to divulge cocooned feeling with construction of agony, demon and Bleaks that would coat for only a 2nd and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journey, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The damned soul were few and far between, but they all had similar tabloid for clothes that covered their bodies and almost all carried some kind of walking stick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the doomed Ones. These are the souls who wasted their lives in selfish and bootless obsession, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all senses, and because of it, they are often the maiden ones to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this tip, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to pass along with them, as we are naught but ghosts in their human beings,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped pass to toe in tabloid to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, spirit ahead, I think we have bother,"Raphael said, pointing to the view where a cloud of sand and rubble was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"Damn it, that is really going to slow us down."



Forsaking easy apparent movement for protective cover, the garden angelica and Valkyries returned to their armored forms, using the suits to keep the wind and sand from blasting them. While the going was tedious before, everyone now ducking in the lead as they tried to walk through the splashing wave of sand had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to harbour his eye and face from the sand, ineffective to do anything to stop it in the desert. He had to run by Tenebrous'linguistic rule while in hell on earth, and that meant enduring through the Dunes of tree sloth. profile was almost nonexistent and keeping steady ground was next to insufferable. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy globe, only with the chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted from mystifying in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to enter out where the voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the malarky died down and everyone looked up, gasping in horror. A gumption dune, as boastfully as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal moving ridge and blocking the wind.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted again, moments before the dune fell and enveloped them.

Being tossed through the tides like a surfboarder in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for dear life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the moxie at bay, Baltoh's descent ran cold as he sensed a very sour presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a top executive darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his eye, 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 handwriting.

She held on desperately with terror radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's strength, her hired hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the laws of Tenebrous siphoning whatever king he built up, Baltoh could do goose egg as he sank deeply and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the Baroness Dudevant around him disappeared and he fell into open space, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his eyes widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as parentage with everything from stars to planets, all inhabited solely by daimon, Gargoyles, Titans, and Masters of agony. Compared to this beetleweed, the population in perdition was little Sir Thomas More than a tiny spit of the universe, like comparing a small bacteria cultivation to all the life history on globe. Even though it was an actual wandflower, the distance around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and voice to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light particles look like half-dead snail, he flew towards the center of the beetleweed, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the macrocosm in arcsecond, he came to the absolute nerve of the galaxy ; a perfervid whirlpool as full in diameter as an stallion solar system, and hovering over the center was a black throne, made from human and monster bone. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the tycoon of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of dark had a somewhat exchangeable figure to all daemon, but was mostly unique. Instead of grey black, his skin was a deep bloody red and he was far more muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black spikes running up his legs and forearms. He had three sets of cornet, two like a goat's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his humble jaw, two like a crap's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically same Baltoh's old trump, and above them hovered a crown of red region. Instead of extension, he had a cape that grew out of his lower back and reached upwards past his nous with five bony rooftree keeping it set. It almost looked like he was sitting in the medal of a huge webbed hand. His heart were jet-black with fiery irises, he had slit-like nostrils instead of a humanoid olfactory organ, and his abnormally large blue jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his mentum. He stood at about eight foundation in stature, practically a rodent or insect when compared to the giant or Hell Princes, but his great power was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day longer than you could possibly ideate, the day in which I would finally fight someone as right as I. Welcome, Baltoh, receive to your doom."His Bible literally carried so much weight that anyone of Angelica Archangelica level or lower would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrious stood up, holding his arms out to his incline."Behold ! The US Army of Hell, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your magnate, I will disembark from Hell and use this galaxy of followers to capture all of Cinereo, and then, Shangri-la itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my domain and destroy everything I have worked to construct. I decided to just bring in to me so that we could struggle this battle once and for all. Your friends are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to survive, I suggest you try and beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore sword of red and black metal, the Lapp kind of metal that Prince of Darkness's sealing sword was made of."Now let the ultimate conflict Menachem Begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a slanting chop to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a John Major letdown if you think you can fight me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright flash as their swords met, shining for a few endorsement before fading. As the light receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each other and 30 feet of space between them. Almost the entire blade of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the devil King had a Brobdingnagian cut going through his chest of drawers, carving through the left face of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his tenderness.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and light bending around the jet-black blade."And you're a major dashing hopes if you think I would fight you with a sword of Hellsteel. This blade is made from the thing of a Joseph Black hole and has the Saame density and exercising weight of one. Whenever something touches the sword, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic level. For the fugacious consequence, it is able to absorb light itself, meaning that it is more than up to of breaking through and devouring any defence weaker than itself. Now, draw your genuine sword and crusade me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true fiend King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an conjuring trick, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very honorable, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are suitable of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your request and face you ; no illusions, no laws, just raw power."appearing in his hand, another claymore appeared, this one with a blade of concentrate hellfire, almost like the pack flaming of a star."Now let the battle of the idol truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



Selene's shiny dark-green eyes opened and she groaned in tenderness, feeling like a shoe that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the eyeshade of her helm, but could not spot any of her environs, as the glass was covered with some sort of gooey nub. While her unanimous body ached, she managed to lift her helping hand and wipe off most of the ooze. Blinking to clear her visual sensation, she looked around at her environment and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some sort of carven with the paries, story, and ceiling made of wretched flesh. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her foundation, gladiola she was wearing her airtight armor as she realized that her unhurt body was covered in the mucus-like gook of the fleshy cave. However, her hair was hanging out of the rachis of her helm and it had turned to rope from the muck. Trying to abide on her feet, she raised her get-up-and-go stratum, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her phonation echoed through the cavern out but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fuck am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the sound of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a wispy vocalization murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated wall for the germ of the voice.

"In here…"the articulation whispered as a modest microseism shook of the congregation of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the folds, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were busy peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt flavour on his face and origin oozing from his wound that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the forget me drug of gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to live suffer until the end of time inside the infernal region 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 sleeve around the frail principal and tried to perpetrate him free of the fleshy prison, but his tree branch almost appeared to have fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm break like a sprig."Oh SOB, I am so dingy,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't subject, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand years, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to feel my body get peeled away by those midget glitch and the specialty pulled from my body by Baal. There is cipher that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't headache, you'll be free soon. My boyfriend is going to shoot down Tenebrous and unblock all the innocent someone. But I need to sleep with, bear you seen anyone in here with armour like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was Edward D. White. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the Archangels. Ok, thank you,"genus Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her power levels raised to light her track, knowing that there could be danger around every turning point. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The rampart around her were filled with early gluttons, all locked within the wet fold and in different point of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

saltation over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking speech sound and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a swarm of the parasitic Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of Caucasian Flames !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a deluge of blast almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a petty heartburn !"she said to herself with a smiling as she listened the screams and pops of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all dead, she ended the spell and looked down into the pit to see the terms she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the Interior Department of the heavy burrow didn't even have a single suntan mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing bellowing and sudden shutdown of the wall countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine ray, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her spatial relation. All the people trapped in the congregation of the wall moaned in botheration from the sudden social movement. Hoping for different upshot, Selene aimed her hand at the tightening tunnel."celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her middle from the Light Within, she fired a massive beam of electrical energy, hoping to blow the tunnel back capable. The closing tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it altogether like starving man stuffing his cheek. No hurt had been done ; her attack was a failure. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with flack, sliding down it like a child in a slideway. After falling a c feet, she was tossed out into a new sleeping room and on a banking company along the side of a pond of stomachic dose, as great as a pond. With the sound of drive echoing from the shaft behind her, Selene cursed and bound across the greens bubbling pool.

Hissing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speeding, they pulled Selene down into the pool and the stomachic Elvis consumed her. Beneath the airfoil, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the courtship airtight, but she could already experience the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer layers and her tomentum had already been disintegrated.

Drawing forth her blade into manifestation, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a large fluttering of her annexe, propelling herself out of the consortium. Having landed on the other English with her armor now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and cast a healing patch."Celestial Art : clock time refill !"

Through a small form of time alteration, she began to restore her armor, returning it to its pilot state of matter, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the Angels used in clip of dispossession.

A loud scuttling sound drew her attending and she raised her head with a curse. Crawling out of the folds of the fleshy bulwark were billions of the worms and spidery parasites that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"Angel Falls Art : holy place sunburn !"
polishing brighter than a stage lighting, a flood of golden fire surged down from the future corridor, forcing Selene to cover her center and shield herself with her annexe. The holy flame filled the chamber like a overflow, incinerating the parasites but leaving Selene unharmed. As the dope cleared, genus Selene opened her wing and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"Damn, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any familiar faces, confide me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and reorganize with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's consistence is basically one behemoth electronic network of belly and the Department of the Interior are almost completely immune to damage. My magical spell and brand just skid off like oil on water."
"Well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just bear to find a real exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the background, larger than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing away dope and pure molten amber instead of magma. Castles and dungeons had been built into the side of the volcano with damned soul streaming in and out, either going in to receive their penalisation or coming out with amber bricks tied to their bodies with prickly wire, weighing them down to the point where they could barely run and lacerating their physique. For over a hundred miles, the land surrounding the vent was overflowing with mountains of personal possessions, taken from those condemned to the lot of greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artifacts stretched from across prison term, including object such as Persian coins, atomic number 47 jewelry, and bricks of dollar note. Forming a annulus around the junkyard was a chain of stone pit, leading to the veins of molten atomic number 79 beneath the land. There, the damned souls would toss their glossy weights back into the fire and march back to the pile to retrieve it in a unanimous sort so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery pits was a barrier of mountains, literally making it a lot of Hell.

In this world, there were four sort of punishments : you either carried the gold to the pits where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed wire cut through your muscles like a hot knife through butter, you would travail in the vent to constitute the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to meld off the off-white, you were thrown down into the cavity where you were boiled in liquified gold with your body always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the piles of bauble or precious metal, forever feeling your finger cymbals shatter and your organs collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would mean certain end if it drew the hell on earth Prince to them. There was little chance for endurance against mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"mollie asked, looking around to make sure that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned mortal, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just construct for the border and Hope we can leave unnoticed. From there, it's all a matter of trying to find our bearings. But I know aught for sure, as I have never been to Hell. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the very outskirt of the true circle."

"interloper !"a monster howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of ripped clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her hired hand at the Demon and launched a blast of lightning, but the creature dodged the attack and returned with a Dark heart rate, all the while alerting every demonic entity in the area of their comportment. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the attack, causing it to bend and exchange counsel midstream.

"ogre Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the reason, a pinched mitt reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but Molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to see out where she had gone. Before he could even substantiate he was in her shadow, she decapitated it from behind with a golf shot of her arm. As his tar-like rake splashed the ground, the hollo of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to get for the edge !"Molly said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the ground, the two fighters swerved between the mountains of junk with the strength of Hell firing beams of Department of Energy down to try and hit them. Each missed beam would cause a dynamic plosion, throwing artifacts and trapped souls into the air like specks of turd. As they glided at top speed, a wasted script burst from the dry land and grabbed molly's ankle. The Sinner was not nearly stiff enough to overcome her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilize molly and air 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 pile of gold bricks was directly hit with a Dark beat, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the mickle to lean over and spring an avalanche of crushing metal. Normal amber could never offend Molly in her normal form, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break bones, and she could not become intangible and pas through it.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"she called, creating her meat cleaver.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a muscular gale force tip, more powerful than any Earth tempest. The potent hint and the steel of energy it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monstrosity in the air. The beasts were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken bones and a few from getting melon-sized trap blasted in their chests. With another flap of her annexe, she launched herself forward, gliding above the flat coat and catching up with Gabriel.

A thunderous thunder pushed aside molly's acquired self-confidence as a literal mountain of old self-possession erupted like a landmine, revealing a puppet underneath. She was a giant in the variety of a colossal turtle with armor legs, neck, and case and fortress on her back, brimming with cannons. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red shine eyes, the turtle swiveled her shank in their instruction and began firing Dark pulse rate, tossing the fighter aircraft through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its mountain chain, then it can't hurt us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an blowup and landed roughly on a pile of old watches.

"fine, but we have to remain low to the soil. If we go up above the piles, that thing will take us out of the sky,"molly said as she picked up a purple safe strap-on, having obviously been worn by a char in a tragical sex-related death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet Selene and Rosemary would get a charge out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like scum bag through a maze, with the turtle quickly losing good deal of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"Demon Art : Shade shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a course of end through the junkyard, she caught up to molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh shit ! Celestial Art : Sonic Sprint !"molly swore.

"holy person Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, molly and Gabriel shot past the turtleneck. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another path of devastation in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper focal ratio, the turtle took aim with her cannon and hit them both with a direct onslaught of iniquity Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armor like a span of racecars.

"I have an mind, split up ! I need you to unhinge it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to stay put awake as she used a spell to repair her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the polo-neck like a fly, blasting her with divinity fudge Rays.

The light beam of light caused massive amounts of destruction to the fortress on the turtle's back, each impact equal to the crash and explosion of a propane truck. But regardless of the damage inflicted, the fortress would repair itself like flesh through a healing turn, insuring that the cannons were always usable. While Gabriel distracted the beast, molly went to put to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : Star Birth ! supernal Art : null Gravity !"

She fired the small orbit of red light as the 2nd while took affect, making the polo-neck weightless. In a fiery flash, a miniature unification reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, stop her !"

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flip over turtle with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the footing with more than power than a sheet clank and instantly shattered every bone and plate in her body. line of descent and gut sprayed in all commission as the turtle was ripped clear like a bloated carcass, sending blades of os through the air that were as strong and sharp as metal.

"Damn, she was tough,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not tough enough. Come on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No sooner had the flaming blade been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their human knee by a blue DOE on the air, making their limbs feel like pinhead. The aura was partnered with a loud monstrous roar, signaling one affair ; they were now at the mercy of Mammon, hell on earth Prince of Greed.



rosemary's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to visualise out where she was. She was suspended on the rampart of a medium-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval world-beater's bedroom. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the early English of the room. The floor had lush carpeting and the rampart were decorated with house painting and statues of au naturel figures, many in the middle of intimacy. There were no doors or windows in the way and no seeable source of light other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling chromaticity of clarification across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the chomp of the metal trammel, but Rosemary quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to draw on her powers to recover her armor or expose her binds, but she could not muster up up the strength. She was not tired or sleepy, but her torso was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain of a function,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front man of rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her black hair and grayish pelt step, the woman looked exactly like rosemary ; Saame torso, Sami elevation, same face, Saame everything. She too was completely nude, standing two feet below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What rope am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the strain that was being worn into her neck by her metal collar.

"The Circle of lust,"the fair sex answered as she leaned forward and bollix on Rosemary's tits, tickling her nipples to broad compass point with her breath. Rosemary shivered at the suddenly spark of stimulation at the teasing of her exposed body. She tried to focus her judgement, needing to regain dominance and figure out a way to liberate herself.

"Are you the nether region Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this land, but"Prince"is just a silly cognomen. I have no gender or body other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this sweet innocent body,"she said coyly before running her tongue up rosemary's flat tire belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a osculation on the center of her chest.

rosemary's breathing became quick and shallow as she tried to suppress the right hurry of arousal and horniness that swept through her. The animal ghost of this stranger's glossa against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take supernumerary exceptional guardianship of you, so I decided that since you are an special special guest, I would show that Hell isn't only about pain and torture. You can also bask in endless joy,"she said seductively as she kissed the incline of Rosemary's adolescent titty.

Rosmarinus officinalis turned away, trying to campaign her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to headmaster Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her fingerbreadth into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy, swirling it between the soft lips. Rosmarinus officinalis could feel something dissimilar from this tactual sensation, like the woman's finger carried an electric charge. It was as if she were working a novelty jounce toy in her pussy, making it succeeding to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is lust Lightning, the power which I use to fry the damned soulfulness here. But this is a limited gift for you, you'll experience pleasure that will bemock your wildest fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosmarinus officinalis's perky bosom, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the Prunus persica flesh with her tongue.

Rosemary's altogether trunk was blushing red and every breath carried the easygoing groan as she desperately tried to stamp down her arousal and keep her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her wearing apparel were gone. With her arm secured to the frigid Stone wall and the alloy shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being able to jib Asmodeus, Rosemary's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her thigh were tone down with the wetness from her moistening pussy and she was crying in shame, having given her body and creative thinker to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the former end, Asmodeus had worked three fingers into Rosemary's cunt and was fucking her furiously while licking off the tears that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your mortal will go to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't require it,"Rosmarinus officinalis whimpered as she tried to hold her bland legs pressed together, but unable to overpower her restraints.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet lips of Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her recollective serpent-like tongue, gently prodding Rosemary's snap with the quivering tendrils. Rosemary struggled not to respond to the burning pleasance between her wooden leg, but small crack of violet brightness were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low shocks of Lust Lightning to tease and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her buff, Asmodeus locked her mouth with the lips of Rosemary's dripping pussy, hungrily drinking in her succus. Stimulating her clit with her rim and flexing her long wet lingua inside the velvet interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a passkey, making it adjacent to impossible to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raffaello Santi was extraneous Asmodeus'castle, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of Lust snatch the unconscious Valkyrie and learn her to the in high spirits tower of her castling, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the logic gate of her mountain-sized nigrify castle, deep in the rough crags of Hell. The castle was split into three towers that pierced the black thunder clouds and made the skyscrapers on Earth look like two-story hut. It was made from the rigidify bodies of raw men and charwoman and along with being formed and placed to provide structure for the castle, they were also arranged in perplex stance like fixed dancers, reenacting scenes of sexual intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower towers where phallic shaped, and between the trio of spire, ear-splitting scissure of reddish blue electrical energy would curve across the stormy sky like the machines of the Frankenstein's monster fib. Lust Lightning surged through the pillar in repeat, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to glow like visible radiation. The constant blow brought away screaming of torture from all the multitude used like bricks to piss the statue, experiencing a deadly electrocution respective times each minute.

Unlike the eternal rest of Hell, the gender distribution of the Demons was be, with both male and female beasts coming out to fight him. The ease were in the castle dungeon, raping the hard liquor that had not been used to make the structure. Women were raped to the tip where humans would die, forced to have the pain and abasement of endless Demons all taking act on them, tearing them to pieces from the interior out with their barbed cocks and feeling the acid confidence game as jet-propelled plane of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle bodies and onto their naked flesh. Often, their titty or ass cheeks were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butchered piece of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly brutal luck, being secured in iron Maiden-style Cage that had bum piercing their limbs and body, as well as a length of barbed conducting wire holding out their tongues. The only parts of their physical structure that weren't covered by the cage bars were their laps, where their penises had been forced to take full erections by the exponent of a rigidity spell. Unable to move or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female person monster used them as pleasure slaves. However, like their male counterparts, the genitals of the female demon were more harmful than any human or fauna ’. Their cunt were like meat grinders, with the Interior walls lined with ridgepole and blades as hard and crisp as glass. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the flesh of a man's appendage like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot more blood and mutilation, only for their wounds to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to twin like breeding bulls, the men would howl as their cages shocked them almost endlessly with lust Lightning.

Firing Spears of circumstances from his deal to slay the devil as he fought his way to the gate, Raffaello Santi kept his eyes fixed on the top of the gamey pillar, knowing that rosemary was in uttermost danger.

"Hang on Rosmarinus officinalis, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, rosemary too was coming. Against her will and decision, her body had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, imbibition in the succus that sprayed from Rosemary's pussy like a hose. As Rosemary achieved her orgasm, her eyes began to fade in colouring as she entered a trance-like body politic. The ritual was taking affect, her soul was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the shadows of your mind,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose rosemary on the lips.



Rosmarinus officinalis slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the first sensation that greeted her. Was it the irritation in her dorsum and joints from her hunched-over position on all four-spot, the drip of her saliva off the rubber gag in her mouthpiece, or the feeling of the frigid floor and shackles against her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles and the alloy collar around her neck ? Her brain was a fuzzy blank and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet rug. She wasn't sure what the live thing she remembered was and her weed were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her eyes and brawniness began to retrieve their pungency, she tried to labour herself up but could not move her work force or invertebrate foot away from the storey. She was shackled in place on all fours. Seeing how far she could dilute, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a consortium of light on a cold tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a gang of people, forming a ring around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to delineate forth her backstage or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how hard she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't pause them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chuckle of entertainment from the men and women watching her, making rosemary rosiness in humiliation at the way they mocked her and stared at her au naturel body.

The clacking of eminent heels drew her attention and a womanhood came into purview from behind her. She looked up at genus Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a pitch-dark skirt, a gray suit jacket, and a distich of glasses resting on her olfactory organ with her hair in a bun. Her face showed a mix of seriousness and boredom on her face as she flexed a riding crop in her work force. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to speak to her, to cry out genus Selene's name, but her gag muffled every Good Book.

At the sound of her gumming, Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the craw."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my memory a perfect blank shell ?'Rosemary pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding craw was dragged across her back to the sound of Selene's high heels clicking on the flooring. Rosmarinus officinalis looked around, trying to see her or at to the lowest degree the hoi polloi watching the spectacle.

"Spread your legs,"Selene ordered.

rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her rebelliousness brought her a hard smack on the ass with the party whip, sending the splendiferous sound echoing through the room. Rosmarinus officinalis yelped as a stick welt appeared on her left ass boldness, but the infliction sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"counterpane your pegleg,"Selene repeated.

rosemary did as she was told, spreading her knee as far as she could and putting her snatch on display. She shivered in foreplay as she felt the leather whip lantern slide across her inner thighs and brush against the lips of her kitty. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from rosemary and sending her upheaval 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 flavour, causing the smooth peel on her swell ass cheeks to gain a slight swell.

audition her Word and feeling the unknown'middle boring on her exposed body filled Rosmarinus officinalis with both superfluity and arousal as her submissive face began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. genus Selene began smacking rosemary's ass with cushy yet stinging smasher, making her shiver in delight as she was disciplined for an offense she had no knowledge of. By the sentence genus Selene was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a folio, desperate for more punishment.

Selene walked back into rosemary's view, making her oculus as wide as dinner plates. The light source was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her full boob jiggled with each front, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing naught but her high up cad and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inch in diam and almost a human foot long. In Selene's hands were the riding crop and the handle of a three, the early end being attached to the metal collar around Rosemary's neck. With a crack of the suddenly whip, the metallic element shackles holding Rosmarinus officinalis to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a fiddling bitch,"Selene ordered, jerking the deuce-ace and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all fours, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her kitty-cat already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading discourse. Her eyes were fixed on genus Selene's round ass, shifting from incline to side with each pendulous lilt of her pelvic girdle. 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 bounce, Selene led rosemary around the room, past the shadowy onlookers. The blot out strangers laughed at Rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunts and torment only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would give a bumpy yank on the leash.

genus Selene finally brought rosemary back to the middle of the room and pushed her side down against the story, unfastening her gag. rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with spit. Selene raised her pes, holding it just above Rosemary's face."Lick it."

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the ignominious skid, wrapping it around the pencil-like dog, and kissing Selene's foundation and articulatio talocruralis. Selene then pulled on the three, forcing Rosmarinus officinalis up onto her stifle. 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 estimable little slut,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

Rosemary eagerly opened her sass and wrapped her brim around the rubber phallus, bobbing her head back and Forth River and wishing it were genuine. The size and shaped she loved, but the touch and heat she missed. A hard savor to her rightfield titty told Rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her schoolmarm, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing Rosemary by the haircloth, genus Selene forced the whole toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, ineffective to breath and feeling like she was about to cast. With tears streaming down her face, she held still, trying to find some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and genus Selene held her hair. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, Selene let go of her and Rosmarinus officinalis fell back, desperately gasping for air with her chin and chest wet with dripping saliva.

Pulling her spine with the terzetto, Selene waited until Rosemary's breath was steady before forcing her to do back and keep on sucking it. Holding her parted lips a centimeter from the head, Rosemary took her last deeply breath as the bed of spit on the toy dripped onto her bosom. She didn't take the whole affair in her mouth, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the spit and applying fresh level. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her boob with the riding craw, making the sensitive flesh routine red with syncope welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of rosemary's backtalk and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her leash, she forced Rosemary onto her handwriting and knee and crouched down behind her."Bad young lady need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big cock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's hair and pinched her nipple brutally hard.

"Yes kept woman, delight penalize me with that big putz !"Rosmarinus officinalis begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her completely body was shaking.

Spreading the lips of her kitty-cat, Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping pussycat, entering her without any pause or mercy. Working her fingers into rosemary's oral cavity, 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 fastness that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's pep pill just continued to rise, with her large business firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosemary's pussy with the strap-on.

Her rima oris held receptive by Selene's finger's breadth, Rosemary looked around the way at the people watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their legs from their gumptious arousal. The pound of her pussy with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and backbreaking ; it was like getting fucked by a cold-blooded machine. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growl of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how loyal Selene was moving, rosemary wished she could see back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to houseclean off the dildo with her knife and brass. rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious pussy juice off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to lick her own cunt. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back 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 skill, swinging her crushed body and pulverizing Rosemary's snatch with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving flabby rallying cry of felicity as the intemperately rubber eraser 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 teat, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. Rocking back and Forth on the cold floor, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the plenty of her bouncing breasts and wishing she could palpate them and lick them.

Feeling the overture of her start coming, Rosemary licked her work force and rubbed her breast, bathing in the kinky notion and the persistent pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eye for only a second when she felt soul grab her hands. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosmarinus officinalis's thigh. As her hands were pinned to the undercoat above her drumhead, Rosemary opened her eyes and looked up at Molly's look and her bowling ball knocker. rosemary was desperate, longing to reach up and wrap up her lip around the blond peach's erect nipples.

"Do you want to suck my tits ?"molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, please let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and featherbed her little sex hard worker, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosemary's brass. The former Angelica Archangelica immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of sonant physical body with her wet tongue and suck on her nipples like a water bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful thrusts, Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosmarinus officinalis's breasts especially difficult, coming just short of causing contusion. From the masochistic tactile property of her paw being restrained and her boob being whipped and the gratifying combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her snatch and Molly's bountiful knocker smothering her face, rosemary was sent to the breaking point.

She gave a shrill groan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the other single, there was no jet of climactic juices spraying from between the brim of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the orgasm suddenly flooded her mouth and throat as if they had been poured between her lip. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected deglutition, as she could not find the source and the addition of molly's tit on her fount made her feeling like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to suspire, but Molly kept her pin down and forced her to tope it all. While Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the force 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-bodied to breathe without problem. As her impulse slowed back down, she ran her glossa across her lips and throughout her rima oris, gluttonously savoring the penchant of her juices as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and Molly shifted stance. With her human knee on either side of Rosemary's head, mollie set herself down on the other archangel, smothering her face with her slit and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, Molly grasped Rosmarinus officinalis's ankle joint and pulled them back, completely putting her pussy and anus on display. As she worked her spit in and around the velvet arm of Molly's cunt, Rosemary shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her bland rear end and her pussy, and they weren't the deal of genus Selene and she was sure as shooting they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her kitty, he/she wet their fingerbreadth with her juices and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the anchor ring. Rosemary was so horny that she was desperate to feel the finger penetrate her anus, but she also wanted to have intercourse whom it was.

rosemary gave a sudden and pipe hum of joy as she felt a soft mouth going to work on her wet pussy, the stranger working their lips on the entering and flexing their glossa inside, stimulating her button with expert skill. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the unknown insert their finger into her asshole, working it back and forth in the tight wet squeeze, using her cunt succus as lubricant. As she tried to project out who it was, she felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her nipple, and the duration of the nails and gentleness of the manus told her it was genus Selene. The sentiency was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosmarinus officinalis was struggling to breathe with molly's delectably soft wet pussy smothering her font.

As the stranger worked their sec finger into her asshole, Rosmarinus officinalis noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the fingers, a cold hardness on the spine of her finger's breadth. It felt… metallic.

"lord,"Rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her knife from Molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claws, he had never really used his workforce very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his chela had been replaced with the modest metal plates on the backs of his hired hand and digit, and even though he had lost his long furcate Demon tongue, his baron of pleasure went well beyond simple physical contact.

After respective minutes of licking her pussy and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosemary looked up from under mollie's pussy and graciously sucked his fingers clean with a expression of adoration on her typeface 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 position, Molly was unable to hold rosemary's legs back, so genus Selene did it for her. With rosemary's peg spread, Baltoh hefted his prick and guided it into her give kitty-cat, desperate to feel a turgid bulk within it.

Rosemary moaned as she felt him go in her, stretching her slit with his head and shaft. The ace was much sharper than ever before, his cock feeling so immense and hot in her slender body. The sinewy missile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the for the first time fourth dimension, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a hammered submarine sandwich. Moving his whole body fast that he would kill a mortal woman or even an backer, he began fucking her with deep muscular shoves. Rosemary couldn't assistant but scream in happiness as he fucked her into degree of pleasure that surpassed her wildest fantasies. He was slamming her snatch with his pecker with the same speed that a hum bird used with its offstage to hover.

It was less than ten minute before he gave another screaming sexual climax, but this time, she was quick for the flood of her twat succus to satisfy her mouth and throat. Knowing how to respire, she gluttonously drank her pussy juice, even while she continued to thrash mollie's anus. Once her sexual climax came to an end, Rosmarinus officinalis took a deep breathing spell of relief as Baltoh pulled out of her and Molly moved off her face. She was allowed a second's suspension before she was forced to stay on, this time with Selene straddling her face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lips of genus Selene's pussy, Rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her bastard. However, it felt much unlike than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricating substance other than just bodily fluids. It was as if her anus or his hammer had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dryness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his master pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the deepest recess of her anus. Without the deep lubrication, such barbarous pound would be impossible to achieve without combat injury. Rosmarinus officinalis was giving an unending shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the kinky amorousness of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her fingers in Rosmarinus officinalis's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the 1st two fourth dimension, rosemary was quickly brought to her third sexual climax.

Not sure how hanker she was out, Rosemary briefly lost awareness from her exhaustion, the toll of her orgasms, and the sore spiritlessness in her lower dead body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her paw and knee with genus Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge rubber toy lying mostly in her pussy. Rosemary suddenly gave a aloud shriek as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by molly. This was the first prison term since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully kinky flavor, it did bestow teardrop to her heart and hold her wince.

As she raised her head, she felt a script roughly grab her Chin and shove her boldness. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony expression on his face as he held his cock up, glistening with her corporeal fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her rima oris to suck up it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her fountainhead back and Forth River and blowing him, Selene and Molly both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her articulatio coxae and forcing her strap-on into Rosmarinus officinalis's twat and mollie humping her doggy-style and fucking her dickhead.

As they reached the sodding machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosemary's masochistic desired and grabbed her head, forcing his stallion rooster into her mouth. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a little. snag were streaming down her face from her agitated gag reflex and she was desperately trying to catch one's breath, but she was on cloud 9 in damage of sexual raptus, being punished and violated while onlookers watched like the watcher of ancient Roman prizefighter battles.

As time went on, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly began to drift towards unconsciousness, and she could swear her green goddess were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming Warner and easygoing to the touch and she could no longer experience Molly's breasts against her backbone or genus Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three manner by Baltoh… or copies of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty cock, one was beneath her, bucking his hips and pulverizing her bruise puss, and the master copy was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not feel alarmed by this strange happening, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her berm, Rosemary felt the knockoff behind her clutch her up, so that two distich of custody could snaffle her own. Looking around in the corners of her eyes, she saw two knockoff, one on either English of her. They were holding her manpower and wrapping her digit around their erect stopcock. Taking the subject matter, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to throw them proper hired man jobs. With a vast turncock in each handwriting, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the final examination in her slit, her mind was completely overwhelmed by the joy she was feeling. She could not even discover the abysmal sensations rushing through her altogether body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to spread her eye as a rush of pleasure rushed through almost every square column inch of cutis. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and molly had returned with clones and were all grinding against any unwrap spot they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her ramification, kissing her understructure, running their tongues across the sides of her breast and face, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her torso rubbing against the body of someone else, Rosemary had the not bad orgasm of her living. Her centre rolled back into her mind and her whole physical structure began to vibrate. As her body was flooded with euphoric heat, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their lading, seemingly with the insistence of fire hoses. seed overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and twat, mixed with the juice of her climax, as well as ran down her throat and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by compact Stanford White watercourse 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 layer of ejaculate coated her consistency. Before long, she felt like she was being submerged in a bathroom the thick white sperm. It was like she was a Au statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her legerdemain with the ruler of the R-2 of luxuria lying below her. Both of their nude torso were glowing with a downhearted glory as she slowly stole Rosemary's someone. The illusion created a sexual phantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her violent imaging. The patch was powered by her sexual reaction to the trick, with her arousal accelerating the mental process.

As she drank in Rosemary's soul and watched her in the delusion, she was fingering herself and licking her lip."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fervent galax of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough superpower streaming from his sword to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a flurry of slashes to Tenebrous, but the daimon Riley B King blocked them all with his claymore mine of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to fork out his one-hundredth approach in the second, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the rib with ruinous mightiness, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a strain of satellite, turning them into crumbling rings of fire and stone.

"monster Art : Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered planet cores faster than the speed of light. Putting Lucifer's ultimate attack to shame, he fired a Shirley Temple Black and red ray of energy muscular enough to hide a solar organization.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole Barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his flight or slow down.

At the auditory sensation of his articulation, a lake-sized vortex appeared in front of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the void between dimensions where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the screaming flack, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the concluding satellite in the flyspeck air hole of space. With rubble and panicked lusus naturae flying around them, the two fighters began attacking and blocking each early so quickly that they made light particles look like snails.

"fiend Art : Debt retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed major planet, a mighty arm with pulsing muscles and pitch-dark scales stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own churchman power so that Baltoh couldn't just founder free of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his chest. tenebrific smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the light around it, Baltoh's coating began to swirl and flourish with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearance as his trunk seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulating cape took kind into a barrel-sized black maw, as potent and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to consume idle itself, the black gob grabbed Tenebrous with its invisible claws and slammed him into it like a bear hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in frustration at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to flex his head enough to see Baltoh various trillion of land mile away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : terrestrial catastrophe !"

With a snarling roar, a burst of twisting fire and stone appeared above his head, taking course into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and large as a continent. layer of bedrock appeared around the welkin, securing it tightly in countless layers until the heat could not be sensed on the surface. With a dark aura, the satellite was supplied with oxygen and shook as oceans crashed on its surface upon their birth. Rising up from the filth, towering trees took root, looking for sunshine. The unscathed creative activity had taken only a handful of sec to finish and was almost a perfective ecological equivalent to Earth.

His look contorted with focal point, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overcome the gravitational pull of the dim hole. Sending pulses of light across the cosmos, the planet slammed into Tenebrous dead on, crushing him with its weight and the business leader of the black hole as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the satellite wrapped around the Black person hole and was pulled into the duskiness, waiting for Tenebrous to bring in his move.

The reply came with a booming jest and a Shirley Temple supernova of shadow blast, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the black yap and destroying them both. The dark hellfire surged across the solar system of rules, obliterating the destroyed satellite but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, unable to even fare near him. In the center of the gyrating waterspout of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as trashy as possible in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



genus Selene and Michael were flying through the maze of stomachs and nerve tract of Baal, dodging the capitulum of flesh and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozens of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach acid. While the quite a little sickened them and they wished they could help, their efforts would induce no divergence, and without Baltoh to create suits of armor and turn them into reformer, it would only slow them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to deliver souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the third time we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to cypher out the anatomy of this creature and regain the esophagus so that we will have a square shot to the backtalk, 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 provide only place for the blamed and admit for the easy motility of those parasites. I think damned souls are deposited here some other way, possibly through passages hidden within the bend of these rampart, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a closed circuit, but what if he tried to move through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must ingest colossal blood vessels, right ? Possibly expectant enough for us to move through ? If we can manage to burn through a wall of these intestines and break into an artery, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the organ and hopefully weaken this monster enough to make our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some sorting of mucus membrane or spell, these walls are completely protected from strong-arm and energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to take that barrier if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a stop at an intersection with a ventilation shaft-sized artery in the ceiling and Selene drew a blue lens in the air."Celestial Art : quartz Ice Ray !"

The released irradiation of light sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size every second. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the chamber with a growing iceberg. After reaching the pointedness where it had blocked off all the passageway, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the interior wall began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the flesh, it still reacts to weight and impacts, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the common cold starting time seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her Good Book, the flesh around the perimeter of the ice began to well up and offend as the weight cut off circulation through the capillary tubing, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frigid low temperature to get to work. With its polar sting, the ice killed all the shape it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a single swing, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of rip poured down into the chamber, but knowing that the wound could conclude and cure itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of fiend blood, working their way through Baal's body. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt similar hours through the arteria. After an unknown total of metre, the steady flow of the blood became a pulsing surge, slamming into them with all the power of a flash flood and forcing them back. Even with their strength, they could not fight back the mightily beat of the nearby heart and were forced to cut up their way out. Landing in the dresser cavum, genus Selene and Michael raised their powerfulness grade to combust off the blood and then turned around, facing the heart of Baal.

The pulsating Hammond organ was the size of a warehouse and had a much unlike intention than a man's or even most brute ’. It had veins reaching out almost randomly across its surface to circulate origin through the consistency and well over a dozen chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the paries of Baal's tum. Would you wish to do the honors ?"

With a smiling, Michael drew his flaming blade."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downward slash of his brand, carving through the slurred muscular tissue without too much trouble and causing a flood of bloodshed to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire bedchamber and forcing genus Selene to take to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now determine our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a abstruse voice laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a oral cavity of dripping fang appeared up above the heart, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as fatuous as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways slash across the kernel out of venom. This only drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart 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 metre, I could receive killed you without any trouble, but you proved to be very interesting. But now the appearance 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 toothsome,"he cackled as a knife reached out and licked the fat mouth that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you acknowledgment, Baal,"genus Selene laughed."The lonesome thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Hell Princes was your ability to dodge his rage blast. The fact that you still live means you either you have an army of Masters of Torture and colossus guarding you or you're just so big that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pathetic, you lived for over 40,000 years in care of his shadow."

"Know your place, missy. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to meld in abdomen. The simply cause why you were able to go up into my artery is because I let you out of interest ! There is naught 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 Taurus the Bull lowering its horns, Selene pointed the top of her fluent metal wings at Baal's oral cavity. The mini solar system above her principal that had replaced her halo moved between the wings, with the tiny planets now orbiting around the sun more like negatron around an nuclear nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's light grew in intensity.



Shining as brightly as a champion, a tongue of run gold and silver shot up from the depths of the volcano, taking frame and solidifying. A demonic frame of pure sterling Hellsilver took form with farseeing hook extending from the fingertips and a duad of bull-like saddle horn reaching up from the grinning human-like font. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the musculus and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the face remained without flesh. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a palmy gag, terrifying Molly and Gabriel. He then raised his hand and a ring of fire surged up from the peck around junkyard, like the red region fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any chance of being able to escape ?"mollie asked.

"Not a chance. I doubt even our go will let us better through that barrier, so our merely hope is to fight him and Leslie Townes Hope for the outflank,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the Hell can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the index of the Prince of covetousness weighed down on her like a heavy backpack.

"Well then all we can do is try and live long enough for help to come ! Watch out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them time to dodge. Knowing that there was nil they could do to shift the state of affairs, the champion resolved to just buy as much meter as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Falls Art : gig of fate !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning obliteration !"Molly called, launching a colossal beam of blue electricity. Being like pismire fighting an elephant in terms of size of it and intensity level, their patch had little affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a stinging wound on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can down me with such pitiful attacks ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a blast of crimson flack, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to warp and melt down from the law of proximity to the flack. His altogether right side badly burned and his wing incinerated, Gabriel was unable to bide in the air.

"Celestial Art : shooting star Obliteration !"Molly shouted in frustration, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and pore on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of gold from the junkyard below, mollie took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy projectile to bourgeon forward fast enough to collapse the sound roadblock and cause a sonic roar. The mental block of gold slammed Mammon in the pectus, nearly causing him to devolve back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him howl in pain in the neck. This was the opportunity of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : sculpture sirocco !"she cast, hoping that the attack would minify Mammon's power.

With each food grain impacting with enough strength to labor through a tank, mollie sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his estrus and powerfulness like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the backbone and feeling it seal his power back into his eubstance, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to back off and stood back up in the mouth of the volcano. Snarling in annoyance, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a glob of liquid Hellsteel, hitting Molly dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to free herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace Molly, after summoning four Hope beacon fire to boost his strength even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with ardour : saint Art : electrocution Moon fade !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy place fire surging from his raised blade.

As his elevation increased, the tempest of flaming grew in size of it and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the Hellfire that was still burning. He swung his sword in circles, further spinning the fire as he tried to get the blast to its maximum power. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flames compressed into a monolithic crescent blade, the size of a play stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the flack with his hired hand, but instantly shuddered as the eruption hit him with much more strength than he had expected. Struggling to fight the power of the leaf blade, he released a powerful snarl to counteract the shaking of his body. Knowing that this was his one fortune to bring down some intemperate terms, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's handwriting with all of his strength, turning it into a three-fold attack that overpowered Mammon. The nether region Prince roared in agony as the eruption cut through his handwriting, sheered off his arm, and left a huge cut across his chest that managed to break through his robes and muscles of amber and suspension through five silver ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the endorsement of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"Molly beckoned from gamy in the sky.

Mammon had just enough prison term to look up before a falls that dwarfed the Niagara and the Victoria Falls poured down onto his molten ore body and his vent, causing Sir Thomas More steam and smoke to puke up than the volcanoes of Hawaii in a year. He howled in infliction as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the weewee and began to shatter. The deluge of brine coursed down the face of the volcano, flooding the fort before washing across the miles of junk muckle like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The spell soon ended and molly landed on the solid ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking shard of gold and silver medal that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several gravid cracks running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thick syrupy descent.

Molly had a declamatory smile on her typeface at the achievement."We did it, we defeated a infernal region Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained skeptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an inauspicious laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the number one time, a gargantuan flood of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking shape into a skeletal golem with muscles and material body of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat me with such a poor attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like bulwark of solid gold around his volcano.

"Damn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to recover our energy or flee."

molly stepped forward, squinting at mammon."Wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"wealthy person you noticed ? He's littler than before and splattering Au with each bowel movement. Before, he was larger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is different ?"

"The volcano, that's the source of his power ! That devil we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the mountain ! He's not coming out of the vent ; he is the volcano itself ! calculate, he even summoned that cuticle 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 missy right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"Right, there is no point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of mogul. None of our yearn distance enchantment are strong enough to break through that shield, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and stamp out us."

molly just grinned and spread her annexe before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her face, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar scheme revolving above her foreland moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raphael sprinted up the outer staircase running up the exchange column. His armor kept him mostly protected from the lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fire up a chimney light beam and with his annexe retracted, the nothingness and water of the furious gale storm above the palace was not potent enough to lift him off his feet, though the huge bay Windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each footprint various clock time more unmanageable. Like the residue of the castle, the tower between each window was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freezing wind instrument and body of water battered their dead body. Raphael ran past and even stepped on more doomed souls than he could count, men begging him for helper and charwoman offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his booster was in the most risk and that getting others involved would only slow him down.

Down below him, the wall and other buildings surrounding the independent column of the castle were quite a little of burning rubble, with Demon eubstance parts scattered everyone and blood splattered across every surface. While their numbers had been great and their combined power was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just demand them on one at a time. While it was a slack process and the dubiousness of his ally's fate made it hard, he survived with niggling damage or Energy Department loss.

Without warning, a longsighted black tail broke through the ceiling and smashed through the stairway, opening it up to the violent storm. Raphael looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the towboat, hovering at his level despite the twist and pelting. The Gargoyle released a loud shriek and reached out with one of its clawed hands, nearly slamming Raphael into the wall. As a spate of lustfulness Lightning crawled up the column and illuminated it with reddish blue light, Raffaello Sanzio gave a deafening roar and leap off the destroyed staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the tempest. The beast grabbed its foe, holding Raffaello Santi out from its consistence. Refusing to back down, Raphael hacked off the beast's hand, freeing himself from its grip and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raffaello Sanzio grabbed its tail end and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slash to the beast's neck, decapitating it. As he and the animal began to fall, Raphael pointed his helping hand back at the tugboat and launched a rosary Chain, using it like a grappling sweetener to grab onto one of the human pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to catch up with his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the stairway, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too belatedly to save Rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a group of Demons on the stairwell, raping a few damned souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and soften free from the palace structure. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beasts with four ready slashes and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the stairway in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'bedchamber, flooding it with the dim light source from outside. The ruler of the Circle of luxuria was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon Rosmarinus officinalis's naked unmoving physical structure on the storey in the shopping mall of the room.

"Rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one stifle, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of black smoke and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the elbow room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his head to the speech sound 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 take care like Rosmarinus officinalis ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her soul. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the Circle of lustfulness. I simply fell in love with this girl's torso and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breathing space from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall sustain a fate worse than the most distressing souls in this macrocosm !"

Asmodeus'human face transformed, her cheeks splitting out-of-doors to reveal long needle-like teeth, her middle becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of clenched fist, and her long black hair writhing like Snake. Clapping her helping hand together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his altogether body jerky and causing his brand to fall out of his men. He tumbled to the ground, ineffectual to move as the power of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could face up someone like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly Archangel could never dream of having a prospect against a ruler of hell !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? heavenly Art : elementary Bonds !"Rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four spheres of energy, each having consumed her appendage, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her result foot locked in a celestial sphere of water, her rightfulness substructure in a field of Isidor Feinstein Stone, her aright hired man burning in a flaming orb, and her left handwriting trapped in a orb of glowing air. A thunderbolt of crackling electricity stretched between the orb and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the flat coat, a sail of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, further securing her. Stronger than steel and imbued with the power to drain muscularity, it sealed her in position so that not even her midsection could propel.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your somebody !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break complimentary of her prison.

"Simple, you stole ONE of my person. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an Angelica Archangelica, I was created through the fusion of an Army of angel souls instead of given life by Jehovah. True, you managed to steal a firearm of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it debilitate everything from you ! You gave into the thaumaturgy !"

"No, I just infused that someone with my vigour so that you would cogitate it was my true liveliness. I used it as a decoy to keep you from noticing my other spirits. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never ignore a chance for some kinky fun,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, wishing that there were more hoi polloi around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to watch out was the astonished Raffaello Santi, staring at her with wide optic."And don't even bother trying to transgress free of those spells, because while you were failing to analyze me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive power like the former Hell Princes. Instead, you force your opposition into submission with mind-bending conjuration. However, after all the sentence I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your powers and developed a genial immunity. In truth, you are debile than the superior of overrefinement in price of raw mightiness, but your illusions are strong enough to subdue the other blaze Princes.

However, being that you are still a pit Prince, I will still take you out with my most potent spell to ca-ca sure that you don't survive. Raphael, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his sword and got to his foot, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her wings as her with her toy solar arrangement 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…"genus Selene began as the marble-sized satellite between her wing began to orb around the sun at enormous speeds.

"It was an incomplete technique, but one that is more powerful than any Archangel or daemon spell…"Molly said as an atmosphere of zip formed around her own cosmic gloriole, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his lover and loyal follower. It is his gift, the world power to influence fate itself,"Rosemary finished as the castle began to excite from the insurmountable power radiating from her soundbox as she charged the blast. Baal, mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the women were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and allegiance to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too a great deal for you to intervene ! Not even the Scheol Princes can stand up to our loyalty and forte !"sll three charwoman shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of blaze shook as the shaft of light were released, each giving off as much top executive as an atomic blowup upon their initial newsbreak. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the admittedly power, Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's Interior like a blowtorch through C. P. 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 light upon the surrounding mountain ranges.

With a maw blasted exposed and Baal in too much agony to stop them, she grabbed Michael's hand and turned around. With her back to the shaft, she fired again, this meter into the profoundness of the infernal region Prince's torso enclosed space. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the first blow, genus Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the backlash of the blast and shot out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the hulk scaly mountain that was the Demon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly obese stegosaurus with infernal characteristics. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with long chela, his school principal had no intrude and was instead ( originally ) a pit of dentition surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the wind had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a rocky ridge that had existed since the birth of the plenty around him.

They looked back just in time to see the integral Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud large enough to carry off the entireness of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled roue and guts in all directions like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell Prince Ball would never again eat another soul. Still firing the balance beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the explosion, Selene was thrown several hundred geographical mile with Michael hanging on for dear life and trying not to be blinded by the brilliant light.



With Molly, her gust's size multiplied every irregular, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a c metrical unit. Raising his hands and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Apocalypse irruption and desperately launching it to undermine the blast. The two beam of light collided like jets of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across blaze and causing the entire junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of Mammon's long suit, the Apocalypse extravasation was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute catastrophe eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the Hell Prince, the balance beam's radius alone was greater than the height of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery muckle, shattering it like methamphetamine hydrochloride and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten Harlan Stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a concluding shriek of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding lightness washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her flesh and destroying the wall behind her. Outside, every damned soul and hellish entity looked up and gasped as the highest point of the tower exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a neon shaft of light, as powerful as a solar flare. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every rotary, the black and red clouds and the electrocution sky were blocked out by a splendid colorful light source show, like the dayspring Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the cleaning lady stopped to catch their breath. Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis fell to their knee joint, gasping for air, and Michael had to grab Selene to proceed her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Angelica Archangelica, the same stir of astonishment, awe, and embarrassment filled their judgment as they realized just how much unattackable Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the Saami thing.

"Holy doodly-squat, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go find Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in full thought, a portal opened up in the outer space of Hell and the Archangels and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of straining on how to gain access to Tenebrous'knowledge base. The first thing they felt was extreme trouble in breathing. Even while the space of Inferno was not a vacancy like the macrocosm of Cinereo and their courtship provided their own air supplying, there was more vitality in the surround than the yield of a billion Sun across their lifetime. genus Selene and the others had to raise their big businessman tier just to keep from being crushed to expiry and to take a breath. Looking out over the blood-red beetleweed, they all gasped at the conniption taking place before them, for even on a astronomic scurf, the ripple from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were insufferable to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the world, crashing into a hellfire star with plenty strength to knock it off its orbital locating and sending about a fifth of the flames spraying off like water from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his hand and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : astronomic ocean !"the Celestial incarnation roared. Holding more fabric than a solar arrangement, a inundation of water supply appeared before him, large enough to drown several twelve planets. The deluge caught the red region star and extinguished it like a burning at the stake coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor shooting star shower bath !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the intact downpour to freeze solidness in a second. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into hundred of zillion of javelins, all hard than Hellsteel and imbued with divine force. Swinging his arms, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missile, sending them flying towards him at the focal ratio of light.

"Demon Art : world-wide fiend Nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a jet-black major planet appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the English, almost making it attend like the spherical head of a gargantuan teras. Forming on its glowing red centre and clenched jagged teeth, gazillion of Demons were brought to aliveness, their soundbox forming from the dust of the black planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the planet surface, killing every single one of them in less than a min. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty political machine torpedo carving a boulder.

On the former end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the planet in situation, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast distance. Before the Demon King could retaliate or fend for himself. Baltoh slashed him across the back, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge gash in his spine. But even with his sword of melanize mess matter drawing in matter and luminosity, Tenebrous'body was so heavy that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own major planet like a smoke through ice, causing continent-sized opus to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control and balance and raised his sword."ogre Art : descent Rain !"

A starry sky of red luminosity appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of muscularity were fired with the power of Beelzebub's apocalypse blast. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each attack like a biker going down the expressway in the wrongfulness direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his swords power and absorbing the fire into a press atomic membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the battle with awe and stark disbelief, staring at the chain of planetary volcanic eruption 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 yearling compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stamp out the sprightliness of the underworld Princes like emmet under a juggernaut. Selene was the most astonished, 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 Demon King's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unparalleled speed, Tenebrous reached around with his buttocks and stabbed Baltoh in the rear, piercing his affection with the Stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of blood and Tenebrous took vantage of his failing, strangling Baltoh with his bottom then proceeding to jab him over and over again like a sewing machine moving at the amphetamine of light. The Hellfire blade pierced his body respective thousand prison term, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with Divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his quarter, 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 planet. The impingement was powerful enough to transmit chap across the aerofoil of the dark world, easily visible from outside its orbit. Charging towards him like a bull, 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 heal his trauma and find his strength. He had used up about half of his major power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely newly. If he were to give birth any hazard of slaying the daemon Martin Luther King, he would involve to bring out the big guns and kibosh trying to wear him down.

In the street corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his munition out to his side of meat, Baltoh gave a bellowing that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA mortal !"

From his body, the light of a one thousand suns shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of fire surged out in tall directions. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the spark just a dissever second gear before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a charge per unit that put the Resolute cataclysm to shame, the supernova reached out in all directions and lit up the crimson galaxy with its atomic flames, burning one C of times brighter than any instinctive asterisk death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in tail Department of Energy for auspices, using his own might to keep from being burned to a crisp in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the flames around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to look up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized hotshot, compressed into a disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his brand, using it to close up the flattened maven that threatened to cut him in one-half at the waistline. Spinning so quickly that a tidal waving of fire stretched across quad, the saw blade of compress atomic detonation pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windshield of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even comment Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened hotshot in his hand.

Baltoh threw the disk, this prison term vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to cuss as he saw the paper-thin blade of nuclear firing flying towards him, but was ineffectual to kibosh it from slamming into his back. The agony of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the starting time sun to knock his sword aside and break apart into his belly. The two detrition brand continued to spin out with tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his chance, Baltoh pounced on the Demon King, knowing that this was his hazard to end the battle. tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evil smiling."Just kidding. Demon Art : Universal Extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened suns. In an eruption that was darker than a black hole, a cosmic sea of red region surged out in all directions, like the trace equivalence of the supernova piece that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his mantle for protection.

Teleporting to the former side of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and technique, both foes began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to barricade or skirt any flak. Their swords were moving like the blade of a food CPU as they basically hacked away at each former, sending pedigree and bloodshed flying.

playacting on inherent aptitude, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his palm and Tenebrous was forced back by an unseeable shockwave."Celestial Art : Sound Shatter !"

hollo like an animal, he gave off a strait Wave that was louder than anything else in the history of the universe and went across every frequence. The pulse traveled through the miasm of Tenebrous'galaxy like a ripple through a pond after the splash of a large stone. Every planet and meteoroid that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic grade, with the trembling having shaken the bonds to the point of breaking. tenebrific covered his capitulum and howled in pain as his cells threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Black Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his oral sex, he formed a mountain-sized pitch-dark hollow with altered ability, negating its gravitational pulling. Baltoh closed his hands into fist, causing the whole black hole to break apart like with the battle against lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the calamitous marble at the fiend Billie Jean Moffitt King as the spell suggested, each bullet train weighing more than an entire star and flying at well past the amphetamine of visible light, The stream of fastball rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with incomprehensible powerfulness, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could stand up to the marbles'weight and power as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his body erupt and battered, he still had more than enough power to cast a spell."Demon Art : blackamoor Thread Hex !"

greaves like dash of lightning, a net of billion of black cords 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 leave Tenebrous a huge reward. He teleported behind one of the Demon creation and watched to see what would happen. The storm of bladed cord struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like dirt ball and tearing it apart. Chunks of Harlan F. Stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cords'profoundness, until finally shattering like a fragile wine ice in someone's powerful grip.

‘ shit it, I'm running out of baron, it's time to polish off this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the cords with an invisible slash of mightiness. Pressing his thenar together, he began gathering his office for one of his ultimate attacks."heavenly Art : Gamma Ray Burst !"

keister him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so much as a star, lighting up the cosmos. A spinning study of fire and gas stretched out from the center like a whirlpool, and from the shopping centre on either side of the gargantuan burning at the stake coin, a electron beam of silver and reddish blue energy was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a descent of brightness arched across the galaxy, one end surging straightaway towards tenebrous with adequate power to realise the Resolute tragedy look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injuries Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sphere of black and red energy."daemon Art : apocalypse irruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming death ray.

The two unstoppable forces collided in a catastrophic burst of spark and Energy Department so right that the Galax urceolata itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to look away to go along their oculus from melting from the blinding Inner Light, which surpassed all former forces in the creation. This was god-level scrap at its peak ! The Light Within finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite sides of the galaxy, the old gasping for air while the latter showed no signs of fatigue duty. Even over such a immense distance, they could both see and hear each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"individual looks tired, want me slow up down so you can ask a good luck ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ Damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his greensward, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the possessor of the can of Hell, as long as he is in Hell itself, his power is limitless. Trying to wear him down will only get me killed. There is only one way to end this, and that is to actually end it.'“ No, I'm just so bored that I can barely bide awake. Let's finish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop of mogul he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized stars, all at critical hatful and on Death's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrific laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand devil question materialized, all looking like the heads of daystar with charging Apocalypse clap between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the stallion universe of nether region !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jump back to globe !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barrier 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 horizontal surface of power.

"RUN !"

genus Selene turned away from the coltsfoot and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed boost turn, everyone snap through the empty place as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the coltsfoot as reality would grant. Spotting them in the turning point of his eye, Baltoh snapped his finger, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest recess of blank space, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red superstar. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would befall. binding in the crimson Galax urceolata, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a pity that you were ineffective to say goodbye to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any shape or form !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no indigence to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

rear end Baltoh, all the genius went supernova, instantly turning into prodigious disks of fire and gas while launching their Vasco da Gamma ray volley. Behind tenebrific, all the Old Nick heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruptions. In the very center of the galaxy, the blasts met. From the corner of place, everyone became breathless as a bright light could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the space. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an subaquatic plosion. Moving faster than the constabulary of physic would allow, the light surged across space in all directions like a ecumenical tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the light reached their position and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in space, unsure whether he was animated or all in. His clothes were shredded, blood oozed from wound that covered most of his eubstance, and his sentiency were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few sparks of energy.

Baltoh opened his center, though that feat alone was like a human picking up a mountain. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his environment. The crimson Galax urceolata was gone, reduced to a misty stew of mellow particles. There wasn't a unity intact atom in the integral galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw DOE.

Without warning, a blade of condensed Hellfire pierced his chest from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a single harm and at full enduringness. Baltoh stared at the brand with his unscathed body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it have no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to point him at the erstwhile center of the extragalactic nebula, where his black throne still hovered, undamaged except for a prominent crack across the back."Behold, the literal Throne of Hell ! As long as I am here, my mogul aren't just churchman, they are limitless ! Even with all your strength, you can not face all the power of this world on your own ! No thing how hard you fight, as long as you are in Hell, you are child's play to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the darkness ! Evil has no impuissance !

The almighty Baltoh, the Celestial avatar, helpless and weak ! How about I let your friends come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, unable to gather any strength with the Demon King's blade still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow energy from his own palm and sent it across space at speeds that dwarfed brightness level itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's acquaintance, the pass in Tenebrous'toilet began to expand and widen. In the corner of space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and garden angelica and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, more shot began to appear in his throne and low tongue of Hellfire began to flicker out.

delivery them to the tantrum, Tenebrous released genus Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. Tears ran down the cleaning lady's faces as they saw the helpless state he was in.

"Look upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever retrieve that is the power of darkness that convention over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more offer began to look in his throne. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's thorax and pointed it at Selene."You will be the first to die."

"Don't do it, tenebrific !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to find some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but mollie, Rosemary, and the Angelica Archangelica quickly got between them with their artillery drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at to the lowest degree slow him down, but the monster Billie Jean King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire sword. Reaching Selene, he raised the vane above his school principal, about to dispatch her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the toilet of netherworld suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could touch her, as well as the flaming pennant above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his brand and back at the Throne of perdition. The blackness can of human being and daimon castanets was gone, the ominous national having broken away to reveal a toilet of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched genus Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even puddle her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a grin on his face. tenebrious looked back at him with his face filled with panic."This is the true throne of netherworld, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That black shell that coated it before, you used that to use the Throne of Hell and keep it in your ascendance so that it would give you power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wound in his chest.

"The toilet have will of their own and their cosmos were formed with a intention : Heaven to honor the virtuous, Cinereo to maintain the balance wheel, and Hell to punish the sinners. tenebrous took the Throne of hell and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clangour was the seal broken and infernal region freed from his wickedness control. After all, how could the place that punishes evildoer be ruled by a Demon ?"

"So you're saying that the Throne of inferno has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him top executive. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning toilet. A fiery aureole instantly wrapped around him, restoring his vim and healing his wounds."You could say that inferno and I are under good condition with each other,"he said as a arena of energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a prevaricator and a giant, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal opinion ; it is the decree of netherworld ! Hell and I fight side by slope, Inferno is my friend, and we exist for the same reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this region for far too farseeing, and it is prison term for you to pay the price ! In the name of Scheol, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of push growing in mogul and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be better if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his friends out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"Tenebrous stammered as he looked at the arena of mogul in Baltoh's hand and the ignitor that was bending and warping around it.

"My most mightily and serious go ; Celestial quiet. The top executive in which to polish off a blank completely from beingness ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what chance to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe of discourse 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 sine !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial muteness. Guiding it with his mind, he had the orb yaw through the air and strike the former daemon Billie Jean Moffitt King in the chest.

Upon middleman with Tenebrous, a spherical perimeter with a radius of five Swedish mile radiated from the spell, severing that space from world. The sphere quickly began to flinch, compressing all the topic within it while leaving only iniquity behind. It didn't just create a emptiness ; it left a gape yap in the universe of discourse and the textile of space and time. tenebrious gave one final hollering of terror as the area closed in on him, crushing him with all the topic trapped within it. Defying the laws of physics, it continued to shrink, crushing all the matter beyond the point of Shirley Temple hole textile and shrinking until it was smaller than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both creative thinker and soundbox, Baltoh turned to the flaming throne and sat down. The clapper of fervidness brushed against his peel and clothes like the fur of an fauna, causing no harm. They barely even felt rattling. Sitting in the Throne of Hell, he took a inscrutable breath and thought back through his whole adventure. It was done, there was still work to be done in Hell, ingenuous souls to bring through, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery realm had been defeated and the race of daimon would soon be extinct. The straightaway past tense barely meant anything, what was significant was the long term. Would he aim the Throne of Hell and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even rule them both ? Would he bring back to Earth with genus Selene ? Was it potential to truly receive peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could person who had fought for ten of thousands of years and reached the layer of a god truly put away his sword and turn back scrap ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a white suit, had a pair of wings with sterling ash gray feathers, and his halo was in the form of a diadem of brightness level. His haircloth was white and combed back and he had a poor beard and his complexion was a wakeful tan, as he was of midsection Eastern blood. He was walking casually on the vacuous space as if he was taking a amble through the Mungo Park and came to a stop consonant beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some fourth dimension ago. You wouldn't believe how backbreaking it was to save Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jehovah, one of the other Angels and the ruler of Heaven. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to pace in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of blaze beginning to release itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the devil has been defeated and the stool 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 wing to be furious with me. It was because of my linguistic rule that your archetype human souls were sent to netherworld in the get-go office. It is because of me that heroes have been burning because they acted out of jurist. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my book binding on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of good that does. You meddled with the humankind of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let wars and religion burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the Throne with his bivouac fingers in front of his face.

"That is true. I pulled away from the world because I realized the hole I had made and wanted living beingness to be able to mold their own spirit. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to rule over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to arrive and bring balance so that the war between Light and darkness could hail to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the Sami icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to stay wild at me ? I sent Selene and mollie to let you bonk that I had forgiven you for the mistakes you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its clock time to let the past stay in the past ?"He asked.

"You really hold spent too lots sentence ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. Past, present, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the nether region. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a spoiled life compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for someone born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, keep your score ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my question about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the commode of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a fistful of dust and melted quarks that were hovering in the zero solemnity."This all started because of too much interference in some places and not nearly enough in others. My responsibility is to maintain order, so to start, I think I'll implement order. That's all you need to live old man."

"Funny, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Godhead mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the Hell do you want from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still ask to rise up. It is time for you to come to term with who and what you are. There is too lots hatred in the three realms, too a good deal anger and violence. You were born because of hatred the globe and its creation were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to land order and balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's prison term for you to finally ask yourself if you can endure with all this hatred, or if the lull in battle will stir the beast and cause it to consume you and curve you into darkness, just as it has to so many others. You have the power of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a Throne is taken by someone with the legal injury ambitions.

You've gone through a corking change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your might comes from. It's time to change who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the commode of hellhole with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw Selene and the others approaching with their armour gone. He got to his infantry and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The tearful ravisher crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her military posture. Her Word of God were inconceivable to understand, as she was both praising his triumph and saying how interest she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the scent of her silky hair. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her side buried in the slope of his cervix, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my near sweet Rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laugh.

rosemary finally let ago, letting Molly show her care. Like Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his custody and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the last to felicitate him, and he did it with the warmest smile he had ever worn."You were once my sworn enemy, but you are now my greatest supporter and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your superordinate, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the Archangels, you have always been the one with the strongest will to slay evil and enforce Justice Department. That is why I am leaving the Throne of Hell to you, so that you may rule this realm and make sure that evil is never allowed to originate again. I trust you to make Hell what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to pass out. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her Kuki-Chin before giving her a soft buss."Let's go home."



After leaving an exit for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, mollie, and rosemary reappeared on the riverbank of New House of York, right where they had left. Barely a second had passed on Earth since their departure, and Earth was still in a frenzy as masses tried to cypher out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ citizenry of Earth, learn my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the major planet while simultaneously converting his spoken communication to the speech communication of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the Earth as multitude looked at each other and simultaneously asked,"did you see that ?"

‘ My gens is Baltoh, and I am the god and rule of this universe. I am speaking to you now so that you may know what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the supporter of the military force of Eden, I have slain the deuce and his land now lies in laying waste. A enceinte variety has arrived and the power of darkness has been brought to its down spot since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be public security, then the fires of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will scour this globe of the evil that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to punish the sinners and Shangri-la to reward the virtuous, I will reshape this world so that all good people can subsist in peace and happiness. I will end the putrefaction, the wars, the greed, and the suffering, and all I ask in return is your respectable will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a virgin nub and good deeds. If you can pay off yourselves and purge your psyche of immorality, then this cosmos can finally turn a utopia.

No issue what religious belief you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any former, you are peer in my eyes and have the Lapp chance and obstacles to get yourselves on the right path. Your faith means nothing to me, only your human action and your resolve to make this world a better place for everyone will dictate your place in the future earthly concern. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be insurrection fueled by greed and evil, but together, we can stimulate this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this time, the smashing fortune of all has been given to you. We can finally atone for the offense of the preceding, we can finally relish the present instead of enduring it, and we can make love that the future will be even peachy. This is our chance to cleanse this world and reacquire the true will to live and desire to do good. The sentence of pain in the neck and hatred is over, the fourth dimension of Department of Justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal followers."Let's sleep and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburbs of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sunshine and refreshing 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 cutis were holding bridge player and with feeling of dread on their faces as their girl explained everything that had happened. Without even having to reckon back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. Several instant later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her body shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, Molly was having a similar conversation with her home, while Rosemary was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they take it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful smiling."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was intemperate convincing them what I had said was true, even after everything that had happened. I had to let out my armour, flank, and ethereal aureole for them to fully believe me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my destruction, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at relief when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a soft chortle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even indisputable 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 women. I wanted to introduce you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the pavement, they were too terrified to move. Are mollie and Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and Rosmarinus officinalis is having trouble announcing my new precept to the world. I did everything I could to preserve from forcing any sort of spiritual or spiritual belief on people and to only put through demand for good act and respectable behavior, but much of the creation is still rebelling. I might have to put on a reliable video display of power before they finally accept my rules and devote up their selfish sins."

"Well if there is anyone who can purge the world of its evil, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her subdivision 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."

disappearance off the face of the Earth, the two lover rematerialized in the very center of the creation, in a burnished nebula of all colors cascading together with billions of stars glistening in the setting. swarm of hued gas as large as solar systems wafted past them like tongues of fire, more beautiful than a human mind could comprehend. Baltoh and genus Selene were naked, Selene without her liquidness metal wings and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each other in the spirit of the existence, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuum of distance, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, unable to utter without air to carry the sound.

‘ The cradle of everything. It is from this point, billion of days ago, that the universe was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into being and Heaven and infernal region later budded off from it like cellular telephone. We are in the rattling heart of all existence, what better shoes to make love ?'

Baltoh began to snog her neck, with each touch his back talk against her pelt sending wave of pleasure through her body, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to call back through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a warm smile. ‘ Not nearly as very much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their lips swirled together like oil and piddle, they reached out with their tongues and let them wind around each other and probe the inside of each other's sass. Even though he had lost all of his daimon device characteristic, Baltoh was able-bodied to change his physical variant to make his tongue as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his lingua, she raised one of her placid legs and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the hotshot in the universe positioned around them like viewer, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a mum screech of mental euphory as Baltoh's vigour flooded her body, letting her coup d'oeil into the big businessman of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole world so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her mental imagery. She could see everything from the smallest atom to the largest galax, all with compeer clarity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable feelings to slack to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't return to the life she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his fingers against the slope of her face, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't headache. calm yourself and trustingness in me. I will pass on you everything you desire and more.'

With their backtalk interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her existence with the glory of immortal, allowing her to glance into his level of world without truly being in it, like peering into another property. As he pulled back, he left the pass in her, lowering the intensity of the feel but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full coup d'oeil into his world and making her mind cry out as it struggled to find a way to describe the cloud nine and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a slow, stabilize rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in distance, their lips having yet to fully separate from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could sense her head getting used to the god-like opinion and became mostly immune to it, regaining her clear senses. As Baltoh's Energy Department surged through Selene like a blood line blood transfusion, they both began to glow with their bodies intertwined from their energies being released and orbiting around them like dust around a virtuoso. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more and Sir Thomas More of Baltoh's power flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in terms of king, moving to the same level of cosmos.

Casting aside their powers and living side by side in the same degree, they shed the flavor of the energy entering and exiting their bodies. In the neo quad, they felt only each early's physical forms, just like the 1st time they made love. His weaponry wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the everlasting focal ratio and touching all the right places. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his rachis as he drove her risky with his deep thrust, not needing any of his powers to rouse or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the spirit of Baltoh's tool being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to encounter parole to describe how commodity it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his exponent flood her nous and concede her a purview of the kingdom of the Maker, the variance between the two sensations offered no vantage in coming up with a description.

In his mind, Baltoh too was struggling to notice a description, not only for the incredible feeling of being so close to the woman he loved and the feeling of her balmy touch, but also his passion itself, the love he felt for her. No topic what he came up with, whether it be an entire book of poetic gold dedicated to the exclusive intent of summarizing his feel for her or using the universe itself to paint a mural in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly express his making love, no subject how much he wished to.

Their lips and tongues still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in Selene at a deep and steady rhythm, the two lovers lost track of time, for sentence itself was bending around them as their energies were released in greater and greater intensities, forming an atmosphere of raw power that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a simultaneous orgasm, so mighty that it affected their minds as well as their bodies and surpassed any strong-arm sensation. As they looked up and gave silent moans of felicity, the star around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their body and minds. Defying her view of realness, the sense impression she experienced with the surge of mogul surging back her mind surpassed the original feeling that genus Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while divine, Baltoh too was in awe at the wafture of walking on air that flooded him like tidal waves of Light. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching existences completely, for the mixture of get-up-and-go contained both their ticker and souls. Neither of them could even recount if they were still alive or dead, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a flash as brilliant as the Big flush itself, the power was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and wheeling, clouds of their energies flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and touch like radio waves. The force and rage of the rush was so muscular, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable amount of time, everything became quiet, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the pith of the universe as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and stared mysterious into each other's centre, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a soft kiss.




The End
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