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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule clenched fist upon the city of New House of York, washing away the grunge and foulness that caked the streets and alleys. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the hammer pelting forcing masses to outride inside. Even the roads were mostly tranquility, 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 Building, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the grey sky. From this flashing, a glow orb came into world, resembling a deep red light bulb. It was not bright or mighty enough to draw attention from the people 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 vivid proximity and the affected heat being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial flash ; instead, it grew in intensity and sizing while becoming darker in shade. Initially the size of a human fist, it began to flesh out into an undulating erect disk as heavy as a dinner table. There was a second flash and the phonograph recording became still, having completed its transfiguration. It became substantial like chalk, with shifting hues of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the bottom of the magnetic disk, pouring out slowly and streaming down like buddy-buddy tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the construction, causing the metal to rust and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this baleful curtain of red light was a choir of agonizing riot and outcry of pain, pouring out from the depth of the reddish light. Were the weather make, the people down in the streets would instantly gaze up in revulsion at the origin of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their spike to try and protect their souls from its ravaging tone. The sound radiating from this dark apparition was one not meant for mortal spike, a strait that was never intended to be set open upon the solid ground. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the masses of New York spared the mind-scarring chorus.

A rippling stretched out from the center of the disk and a shadow came into view from its depths, like a sea brute slowly rising to the aerofoil of the ocean. Slowly, a pattern stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the radio pillar on one foot. The form was a tall young man with a list but sinewy build, garbed in brownish boot, white-haired loose-fitting pants, a pitch-black girdle, and a fateful hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his wrists were two prayer beads bead cords and two alloy trammel. The man had medium-length blue hair that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing spicy eyes that could almost shine in the nighttime, and hidden under his cowl were two saddle horn that protruded just past his haircloth occupation and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery door, a burning halo came into position, hovering above his headland, as well as four monolithic annex that grew out of his backbone. Each was more than twice the size of his eubstance when fully extend and stretched, with the lower set of wings resembling bat wings but with scales instead of flesh, and the speed wings like the wing of an eagle, but were livid than off-white. Protruding from the back of his pelvic arch was a long ignominious tail with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed cut on the end like a blunderer knife, but with a tearing barb. His fingertips were armed with triangular claws that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

His name was Baltoh, and his reaching was an portent in every sense of the world.

The ruby portal disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the metropolis, standing on the tip of the radio tower and wrapped in his wings. His hopeful gray-haired optic scanned the city below, taking in the sentiment. It hadn't been very long since his last visit to the man Earth, as he traveled there frequently.

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

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



genus Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eyes focused on the book of crossword puzzles in her hired hand. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter tidings for"Energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of daily commuter train and the mercurial flow of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, long calamitous whisker that was straight yet crinkled, and bright green eyes. Matching her lulu was her hourglass design, with d-cup breasts, a slender waistline, an ass and twosome of thighs that were toned with muscle, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her figure was a miscellany of good factor and a nearly spiritual devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing sinister high-healed shoes that gave a very aphrodisiacal tap with each tone, a Negro wench that tightly held to her fluent thighs, and a tan business coat with her purse wall hanging from her shoulder. Secured in her handbag and leaning against her articulatio humeri was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential sheets of rain. Maybe she should receive driven today…

Selene loved puzzle, but not because of a particular affinity for the genial utilization. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to push herself to her demarcation. She was always searching for a challenge, something to conk out the boring routine of spirit, it was why she moved to New House of York in the starting time office ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a kiosk ). In this character, her challenge for today was to get to form without putting down the crossword book or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"several of the protesters cheered in return, glad for the small firearm of support.

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

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

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

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

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're right on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the dirtiest pee-pee any second now. I'll be there in a mo. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter word for a gamey school mathematics course of instruction ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red eyes. The beast was forgetful than an adult man but much Thomas More muscular, with longsighted powerful limb, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony wings with scaly pulp and slenderize membranes, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal side, a swishing whip-like tail assembly, and jet-black skin that was covered in damn scratch. The tar-like spittle that dripped from its notched dentition burned the stone with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its fender with an abnormally loud thump, like the round of an antediluvian war drum. Leaping off the tugboat, it plunged towards the ground, completely unseeable to all mortal eyes. Reaching the entrance of the construction, it held open up its offstage to their full size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past. The puddles and falling rainfall around the front doors almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the brute tried to control its agitation and thirst for ancestry. Only prosperous handful of Gargoyles had ever existed in the human race of the bread and butter in all of history, and here, there was more food than its deranged head could apprehend. Looking down, creature spotted its first victim. On the roof of a nearby office building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed freshly air.

Having just received a telephone call from his married woman that she had just had a miscarriage, the balding middle-aged man did not care that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the building. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a meretricious splashing sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the notion that he was alone. While the unholy savage was completely invisible, the man's heart widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drop that splattered on its torso showed its size and shape.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the breast, ripping afford his ribcage and body tooth decay. The man released a garbled cry of annoyance as lineage streamed from his oral fissure and his electronic organ spilled out onto the storey. The man fell abruptly to the flat coat and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the roue slowly spread across the rain-soaked cap like a spoonful of oil across the surface of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with savor, tearing through the torso with its hook and chewing on the bloody core only briefly.

As it slurped up a line of work of intestines like a spaghetti filament, a shining newsbreak of visible light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in botheration as its discerp backstage and arm fell to the storey with thick rip trickling from its nervure. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long blade in his manus. The handgrip had no guard and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged blade had a very narrow bod until the halfway degree with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway stop, the size suddenly swelled with an disconnected gut-hook to weigh down the end of the leaf blade for enhanced hacking and slashing. The brand finally tapered off to a stabbing point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by eighteen inch of straight-razor serrations, ripped undefendable like a gutted fish by the hook-like edge, cleaved by the wide-eyed weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the charge tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to express mirth."You shall receive nothing from me, traitor. I was born of annoyance and malice, and there is zip you can do to make believe me talk."

Baltoh's flaming anchor ring flared up like burning oil and the Edward White plumage of his pep pill annexe stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or loyalty to the Devil, your muteness will carry through cypher. I will find him and demolish you all."

With a dismal roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with fatal smoke billowing from its claws like fire. With little exertion, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist joint before its talons could pass on his face, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

The beast staggered back in agony, and before it could strike back, Baltoh aimed his palm at it."Angel Art : Holy Burn."

A flash of Light was released from his palm with the brightness of the sun. The light obliterated the hell-spawn brute with a metaphysical impact of holy ardor, incinerating its body while shoving it back. While the newsbreak was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly powerful deadbolt of lightning.

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



Abaddon stood in the buzzer tower of the riverside Christian church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with get down heart and swishing tails. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a Demon, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house cats to lions.

Abaddon's body was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly human body, a prospicient fanny, long talons protruding from the ends of his fingers and toes, and curled automobile horn on the top of his headland. However, his body was far more humanoid, with longer limbs and osseous tissue, a much uncoiled posture, more malleable finger's breadth, a brawny yet leaner and less bulky anatomy, a mechanical man face, and even spiky haircloth. Secured to his wrist were two metal shackles and he was wearing a skirt of armor crustal plate around his waist, similar to a prizefighter or knight.

The daemon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that bastard followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our architectural plan can't study if we lose another. Not even I can face him in battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain hidden, but I need to feed so that I may suit firm enough to fight him. If I feed on enough souls, I may be able to at to the lowest degree make it confrontation, but you are all to celebrate a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzle mystifier. The rainfall had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the light of the sun, and with the wickedness of the metropolis, it was likely that the vast puddles and mantle of urine would not dry until the following day. The night was unusually black. For even though the pelting had stopped, the thick clouds remained and they refused to allow the moonshine to reflect. With so a good deal moisture in the metropolis, a thickset mist thickened the air, almost making if unmanageable to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the twinkle so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from oeuvre, so she had no worries. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt good enough to take the air home. Not to mention the fact that the can of Chemical Mace she carried in her purse was unattackable enough to dethaw the eye out of anyone who gave her a rum look.

In a stretch of time so modest that she couldn't even suppose of something to equate it to, genus Selene's world was suddenly flip upside-down as her senses were ripped away, save for the sound of a crackling rattle and the feeling of getting stabbed at every centimeter of flesh in her body with hot branding iron while battery acid flooded her vena. Her legs buckled under the torture and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with roughshod force and dragged into the nearby alley.

"tinker's damn, that Taser worked like a charm. The bitch isn't even screaming,"a class vocalism laughed.

Selene's optic rolled randomly as she tried to discover whoever had attacked her, but whatever Taser they had used on her, she couldn't imagine it being a veritable modeling if the affects were this prominent. She couldn't relocation or even take a leak a sound ; she was completely crippled by the pain of the excruciating shock.

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

"darn, she's nice piece of ass. It looks like we'll get a little Thomas More than some cash and credit cards,"the second one laughed.

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

"No… please…"she gasped with her throat combustion. Her plea got her a hard big H to the cheek.

"Unless you're begging for my cock, you had comfortably shut the ass up…"the world-class growled as he drew a tongue."…If you know what's beneficial for you."

Looking through the stars of the stinging smacking, Selene's eyes widened as she saw the swoon light glinting off the blade. Like his knife, the dim illumination was reflected off his tooth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to dig her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her collar. For the briefest second gear, the tip of the sword was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold. To her rest, the knife was taken off of her pelt, but before she could exhale, her assaulter yanked the brand downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With crying streaming from her eyes, genus Selene cried out in pain as descent trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her breast from the assailant's malicious and incompetent remotion of her clothes.

He then tore through her doll and panty and the second attacker went to work yanking off the shredded clay. genus Selene shivered in terror and helplessness as the sang-froid air fanned her bare thighs and firm titty. Her tit were now the sizing of digit joints from the frigidness air and the fright that filled every fiber of her being.

"feeling at those unfermented breast of hers, I wonder how much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little white would front great on that dark skin,"the third attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of hard currency into his air hole and throwing aside her purse.

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

Her screeching was cut short as the assailant's blade was plunged into the side of meat of her stomach, cutting through her without any effort. The pain that stroke through her was so rack, she lost all ascendancy over her body and creative thinker. The pain inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her flesh was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was unsufferable. With pedigree slowly filling her mouth, her body became limp 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 lower lip and dripped on the hand around her throat.

"Let her go,"a vocalism echoed through the alleyway. The mysterious articulation was as clear as drinking glass and the very speech sound of it shook Selene from her dying daze.

She and her three attacker looked to the ingress of the alley, where a lone anatomy stood, silhouetted against the visible radiation of the lampposts in the street.

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

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

"Let her go, this is your last warning,"the man ordered with more dominance and mogul in his voice than any endure human could have.

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

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

Before he continued, four large wings grew out of his back, with the feathers along the edge of the pep pill wings flanged like the quills of a porcupine and the lowly bat-like wings honed to the keen shape of a blade. With blood oozing down her Kuki-Chin, Selene gasped in mental rejection and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the ground with lineage pouring from her wound.

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

An extravasation of red and black flaming surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every pool in the alley and every musical composition of ice to resurrect into the air. The dark flaming surged down the alleyway, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their understructure. Completely ignored by the clap, Selene watched in repugnance in astonishment as the three suspended assailant were slowly disintegrated by waves of black and red flaming washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their physical structure, their sinew were shredded as if by a heart milling machinery, blood streamed from their carcasses as their mineral vein were lacerated at every centimeter, their pipe organ exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few arcsecond, they were goose egg but charred skeletal system. As the surge faded, so did Selene's level on consciousness. Succumbing to blood loss and the nuisance of her injuries, Selene slumped over and passed out.

kick aside the scorch skeletons of the rapist, Baltoh walked over to genus Selene and crouched down, holding his pale paw over her raw consistency."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

genus Selene's unscathed body began to burn as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's mitt and settled on her skin. Her stab wound began to close, her excoriation and bruise disappeared, and her body stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In to a lesser extent than half a minute, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to find himself analyzing every in of her defenseless beauty, moving his heart slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his tail and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to explore for info. Pulling out a forgotten varsity letter, Baltoh read her name and speech, memorizing the location of the apartment construction and the exact unit of measurement. Hooking the purse to his sash, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her back and the former under her knee, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her bare dead body while being deliberate not to fray her with his claws.

Holding the woman in his arms, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her face. It had been years since he laid center upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his cartroad like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his dresser and a happy nervousness, something that he had never before experienced with his cold heart.

Realizing how much clock time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to realness and spread his wings. With a exclusive herculean flutter, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the address he had found on the letter as he soared over the city. With her hanker burnished hair 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 aspect, unsure of if what she was seeing was literal or a dream. What she did get it on was that he was very handsome and she was cold. She gave a balmy sigh as she fell back to sleep, crossing her branch to keep warm.

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

Unable to understand why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own organic structure heating system. He even wrapped his dispirited wings around her to prevent her protected from the cold nothingness. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight back his building erecting, something that encourage confused him, as he had never felt sexual drawing card for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's flat building, he landed on the fire escape by her unit like an bird of Jove reaching its nest. With Selene in his weapon system, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a holograph, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the floor with unparalleled secretiveness, he retracted his wings and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the room for a reason that he did not have it away. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The walls were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with motion-picture show of Friend and crime syndicate. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a picture of Selene with a young man and stared at it intently. While they had the same complexion, he couldn't not fancy out if he were a swain or brother.

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

As he looked back at the picture, he saw the manifestation of two eye in the glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the animal with his brand materializing in his grip. He came to a stay, sword in hand, staring into the centre of a Stanford White and brownish cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The tool's middle were fully dilated to take in all possible light, its tail was swishing from side to side anxiously, and its claw were slowly edging out of its diffuse paw. But the feline's posture was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt Thomas More confusion than ever before in its life, sensing a Brobdingnagian torrent of dissimilar energies in him, both calorie-free and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon disappeared as soon as contact lens was lost. Turning back to the windowpane to leave, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like affectation, staring at Selene's naked soundbox. The city lights from outside were vomit up upon her unclothed beauty like a wanderer web, illuminating her womanly figure. Her dark skin caught the visible light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her body was deep in epicurean curve ball, her be given and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her long legato thighs, the brim of her pussy looked so delicate and voiced, it was as if they were made of hot chocolate frosting and lacked even a individual hair. Her full breast gently trembled with each intake and sacking of air, and her teat were erect from the unfitness and delicate chill of each exhale. Her sleek black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few strands were draped across her peaceful brass. The lip rouge on her sassing glistened as she breathed, and her lash fluttered with each sleeping tremor in the lids.

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

Murmuring the Christian Bible shook him from his fog, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his wings and became intangible asset, about to elapse through the wall as if it were made only of spark. As he took a step forward, genus Selene's eyes slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the brightly gullible hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

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

Baltoh looked away, unsure of how to resolve."variety of."

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



Two auditory sensation filled the abandoned subway burrow ; the morose laugh of Abaddon and the agonizing cries of his eighteen-year-old dupe. Having spent the evening feeding on homeless people, the black-hearted demon had now decided to act onto the main course. The young woman before him had prospicient blonde hair and sick peel, dirtied from age of living in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely naked and covered in long bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slashes of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the tracks, crying and screaming in nuisance as the Demon forced his near-horse-sized cock into her flyspeck body with insensate amphetamine. Beneath her were the slaughter remains of her parents, wet with her teardrop and the rake streaming from between her stage, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the youth lady friend had begged the Demon to have mercy and stop, or to at to the lowest degree kill her and end the botheration. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this bestial night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The malefic military force raping her was not man, and while her sensation of logic screamed that he had to be, the female child knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no matter how unacceptable it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining intensity level from her teary-eyed watchword, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like bellow as he finally came, squeezing his victim's coxa tightly. The young miss screamed in agony and mortification as the monster dug his claws into her physique and felt his semen flood her eubstance, taking the place of Abaddon's cock as he yanked it out of her. She released a endorse and more tearful thigh-slapper as an indescribable burning feeling coursed through her body. In her vagina, the dark-grey semen was eating away at her soma, burning through her like Zen.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an malign smile as the girl writhed in pain sensation, crying from the dark 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 dentition as he feasted upon her.

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



genus Selene bolted awake to the sound of her alarm, reliving the fit from the alley as if were still happening. She looked around wildly, expecting to see her assailant, but only seeing her bedroom. The welcoming sight nearly caused her to prostration, 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 genu, completely shaken by the color of her memories.

A minuscule scowl appeared on her face, something didn't feel right. She looked at her hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a thin finish of grime, and looking over her eubstance, she realized that her hand wasn't the only matter that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to turn off the beeping alarm and the blood in her veins instantly became as cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the white plume on it. The marble-like color was so vivacious that Selene knew that for it to come from a mere boo was impossible. Just the size alone made it being an eagle feather impossible. genus Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her notecase, empty of cash.

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



Mentally shaken, Selene called in sick to shape, deciding that it would be best if she thought things out before doing anything. After taking a shower and washing away the dirt from the skittle alley and the blood from her injuries, genus Selene sat in her bread and butter room with a cup of chocolate, watching the good morning newsworthiness. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

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

"A unrelenting aspect was discovered this morning by delivery trucks handing newspaper publisher. Describing the smell of burning atomic number 16, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the panorama of an explosion. The walls of the neighboring edifice were melted and burned, the concrete primer coat was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three bodies were found.

We go to you live at the shot, where the police has allowed us to take in the unbelievable destruction. I warn you, the following footage is quite computer graphic and viewer delicacy is strongly advised…"

The screen went nighttime for a consequence and then the survey was returned. Selene spewed coffee across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the irritated feline scurrying away. genus Selene stared at the TV with a flavour of horror. She knew without a shadow of a incertitude that the back street they were showing was the skittle alley she had been mugged in the dark before. The camera zoomed in at various points, showing the hurt of the explosion. It was a miracle that the buildings themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victims, and Selene had to contend with all her potency not to throw up at the deal of the twisted pitch blackness skeletons and the ugly expression of excruciation on their sear faces. The blind then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseous from the hatful of the gruesome skeletons.

"law are currently investigating the indistinguishability of the three victims and the crusade of the explosion. They were leave to remark on the foreignness of the event, as there were no reports of any tawdry dissonance, something that would be plain for whatever caused so much devastation. They also told us a very interest fact : while the interrogation continues, no chemical substance residue has been found at the site. They can't get hold any grounds of an genuine bomb exploding or any traces of acid ; all they have uncovered is a large measure of sulfur."

With shaky men, 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 nook of an office construction with his head in his palm, mulling over the previous night. There was barely a swarm in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the eminent sixties. Baltoh had made himself unseeable so that he didn't even cast a shadow. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his next motion-picture show and his previous ones. His wings lay draped around him like mantle and his whip-like biting tail lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his finger's breadth through his whisker. He thought back over and over again to the different sense datum that filled him when he gazed at genus Selene in her sleeping accommodation. Never before in his entire world had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to slay demon and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked form tightly… it replaced the fires of anger in his middle with the firing 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 wipe out a human being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged Demon would require at least two weeks to amass decent index for physical interaction, and even then, a lethal wounding would be out of the question to inflict.'He looked up at the sick sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more herculean or crossing over is having less impress. Whatever is going on, I need to put a stop to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his head as a small pop flared in the back of his brain. He could smell out a rush in Demon energy and it was compressed in a single entity. Without a doubtfulness it was Abaddon.

"Tch, hone timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through level upon level upon level of abandoned railway burrow and sewer phone line, moving through solid Harlan Fisk Stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the lowest tunnel, residing trench below the urban center and having been completely uninfluenced since it was abandoned. Only the eternally wear away stinker had inflicted impairment to the concrete body structure and formations.

Peeling the muscular tissue off of the severed arm of utterly child, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his feet."How the Hades did you regain me ? !"

"You may be able to blot out yourself from the eyes of homo and the light of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your king or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was succeed the smell of evil on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the absolutely eubstance around Abaddon's understructure and the multiple dentition and claw marks."I've let you roam exempt in this world for too long, now you die,"he growled, forming his brand in his manus.

The Demon began to jape and held out his hand. Bursting from the flesh of his palm, a line of ivory resembling a spinal anaesthesia editorial reached out and locked together into a meter-long terminal. A loud cracking sound echoed through the chamber as the pricker began to warp, being crushed by an inconspicuous force and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a long sword of a ace square piece of ivory, with the spinal ridges acting as immense serrations.

"Don't underestimate me traitor. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The awful call of these puny man, they're so beautiful, the auditory sensation of the flesh being torn from their soundbox and their rakehell being splattered across the rampart and floor, the sight of the short girls'teary-eyed faces as I rape them to death, and the taste of this splendid feast of agony… it's indescribable !

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

Baltoh maintained his cool behavior and held up his mitt in figurehead of his face."We'll see about that. holy person Art : Repairing Barrier."

A bubble of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's clenched fist, expanding xx invertebrate foot every second. The growing bubble of brightness consumed him and Abaddon and continued to enlarge, passing through the wall, floor, and cap of the burrow as if they weren't even there. After expanding a century meters in every direction, the ripple came to a closure and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its counseling. The mainstay instantly shattered into zillion of pieces and crumbled to the basis, but before the detritus could even begin to fall, the pillar was reformed, with every sherd and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant star I bit and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's restrain this small, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a roaring torrent of black and livid energy. shadow was streaming from his black bat-like offstage and light was streaming from his pearly eagle-like wing.

Abaddon gave a boom out gag and pointed his sword at Baltoh as blacken flames surged up from the primer around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can cobbler's last before you have to repair to unleashing your full moon power."

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







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the plume on her coffee tree table began to gyrate wildly, with a glowing vapor wafting up from the silky chain. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the feather as it came to a sudden stop and the crystalline dayspring became more focalize and pressured, 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 focusing by only a millimeter of so with each faulting.

Bringing her cheek down low to the tabular array, she looked in the steering that the feather was pointing. Even without having ever seen something like this, Selene knew that there was a definite purpose for what was going on. In her gut, she knew that feather was actually pointing to something, and whatever it was, she knew it would hold the answers she was looking for.

Quickly getting dressed, she grabbed the feather and ran out the room access, determined to observe it, wherever it led her.



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a wall of stone, entering an antediluvian cave system deep below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked brand over an over in an interminable saltation that had been going on for hours. With each collision, a vast cascade of sparks would fill the air, as well dust and shrapnel from every rock and part of stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's roadblock was all the damage instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the external world.

‘ Damn it, why is this engagement still going on ? It is genuine that he is far stronger than any normal fiend, but I would normally end a battle like this in LE than a bit, but I feel so… dull. I can't pore my creative thinker or my vigour. I feel like I'm bleeding to demise,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to force all distractions out of his mind.

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

"Demon Art : Dark heartbeat !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal beam of sour energy erupted from the tip of his claw like a comical Quran villain's monster Death ray.

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

Shaking the altogether tunnel, an ornate gateway of solid gold burst from the tunnel in figurehead of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge neon house, the gate shielded Baltoh from the blast, with the vestige vigour unable to even glide by between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal to Hell opened and a massive skeleton bridge player reached up, grabbing the Demon with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an activity figure and ending the shadow Pulse flack. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of heaven spell and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a atrocious yowl, Abaddon swung his tail and struck the manus, shattering all of the os and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his steel, having just enough clock time to barricade Baltoh's upward cut. The two blades met and the Demon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer mogul behind the virgule, crashing through layer upon level of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became nonphysical and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty metro political platform. The chamber had two tube rail with a matching bank line of mainstay on the platform between them, a foresightful staircase leading up to the street on one side of the chamber but was blocked off due to remedy needing to be made to the platform, and a rampart with a dozen payphones stood on the opposite wall. The program was on the very fringes of Baltoh's original barrier, signification that if they moved any gamy, 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 sword straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inertia and plunged his sword into cap, sending a spider web of cracks through the concrete and causing rubble to rain down. Before Baltoh could readapt his sense of charge and bump Abaddon, the demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping Harlan Fisk Stone and crashed straight through one of the rows of pillars like a wrecking ball through Styrofoam.

coming to a blockage, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to freeze an execution-style diagonal from Abaddon. The two enemies stared each other down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching sound of the straight-razor-sized leaf blade on Abaddon's sword grinding against the vitrified serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a grinning. With more than twice as much strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hand from his steel, while the Demon was left still desperately pushing with all the intensity level in both of his arms.

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the pectus with his talons, tearing open his breast cavity and nearly snapping the rib. He then delivered an organ-rupturing biff, sending the Demon skidding back fifty animal foot. Abaddon struggled to stay on his feet with inky blood dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his long buns and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's pharynx, strangling the daemon. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head word of a sledgehammer, and planted him in the level with adequate military group to create a thirty-foot volcanic crater. He released the demon's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his feet, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the wall with so much force that even the pay phones he didn't compaction were destroyed by the shockwave and the whole terminal nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his steel at the Demon, about to birth the final move. Dredging up his power stratum for the attack that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the stairs.

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

His eyes widened and he released a late gasp as Selene came into horizon. The beautiful woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the sight of him and the undisputable cogent evidence that the effect of the Nox before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feather and focusing on every detail of his body, from his rear end to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

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

"Die traitor ! Demon Art : Dark pulsation !"He roared.

All the rubble on the trading floor was thrown aside like scrap of paper by an trigger off fan as a coal-black clap of shadow energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a dense beam of light with a ten-foot diam and carrying decent power to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding genus Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the border, defying all laws of natural philosophy and accidently launching it upward. Going straight up, the blast burned a hole through the street and nip into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in terror as it continued to climb up like a geyser of oil, flying high above the magniloquent buildings in LE than a endorse.

With the clap saturating the atmosphere with shadow energy, nighttime storm cloud began swirling around the inkiness pillar. Down on the subway chopine, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his sword, desperately trying to contain it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his blade and direct it in a different direction, the blast would mosh down onto the city like a chopper. In the blink of an eye it would fill to transfer the direction of the blast, a huge mark could be carved straight through several miles of the urban center, possibly killing century of mass. This ray of light was far more powerful than a normal Demon's !

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



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

He was leaning against the table with his wings retracted back into his trunk, in order to keep from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the only aspects of his appearance that he could transfer. His claws, shadower, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding resolution, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her apartment, though he had to make himself unseeable in order to get there without being noticed. Outside, the city of New York was like an overturned formicary as everyone who had seen or heard of the fire tried to count on out what it was. There were already dozens of intelligence caravan around the area of the eruption, held back by a line of law officers while anti-terrorism federal agent and forensic research worker studied the scene. Outside of the ring of bunch, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the blast was a signaling that sound judgement Day was at mitt. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blasted them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should have killed him without any difficulty, but for some grounds, I just couldn't put my replete effort into it. I gave him the opportunity to miss when I didn't just skip the fighting and finish him off. But it will take clock time for him to recuperate, and hopefully by the fourth dimension 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 visual aspect."Who are you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"How does something like me even come to survive ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of being, there are three realms ; heaven, this universe, and Hell. In Heaven there are the Angels and Archangels, on Earth there are humans, and in Hell there Gargoyles and fiend. Angels are dead soul spirits that have sworn their dedication to God Almighty to fight on his behalf against the force-out of darkness, and Archangels are created by Divine himself or are the sum of multiple Angels bonded by their unquestionable desire to do skilful and fusing together into a victor being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hell, Gargoyles are malicious grim spirits that are born in the Lake of Fire through the anger and hatred of the great unwashed on land. While they are completely devoid of literal psyche, they are the shadow equivalence to Angels, but when an Angel falls from the grace of Heaven, it can suit a Gargoyle with a somebody. During case like state of war or race murder, there is always a massive rush in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those damaging smell. However, in spot on Earth with an unnaturally luxuriously level of pain and hatred in its history, very weak Gargoyles can form, while still being far more mightily than even the cruelest human tone. Most often, when you think of demonic willpower and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a whole former level of power from Gargoyles, with the divergence being equal to the divergence between Angel and archangel. When someone are in Hell for a long plenty period of clip, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their consistency and minds crumple into ash and they basically cease to exist as sentient beings. There are entire field in Hell of black sand from the ashen remains of the bone of broken mortal.

However, there is a special physique of ash in that intermixture, a part of the homo soul that is… heavier. It is the trace of evil that lie within every mortal, the darkness that drives masses to sin and give crimes. Some have more than evil in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to form a whiz, the crushing weight of all the evil human activity and their system of weights will pull in the heaviest particles of ash together and form a Demon, spawned completely from the maliciousness of wickedness soul and lacking even a single human characteristic other than the desire to frustrate and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. genus Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy animate being and the darkness it would set loose.

"The other kind of monster is a fallen Angelica Archangelica, which means that its powers of light are converted into the world power of darkness and they become handmaiden of the fiend. You can tell which daimon were originally Archangels created by Yahveh because they are much more serene and temper, being of a single intellect instead of a toxic intermixture of hundreds of spirits."

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

"devil are basically fallen Angelica Archangelica, right ? Well instead of being an archangel that has fallen, I am a Demon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more exercising weight to his Scripture than the declaration of a new Earth order.

"You mean you were originally a demon ?"

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

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very dissimilar and alone mixtures of individual, specifically the souls of hoi polloi who committed murder in the figure of Department of Justice ; police military officer, Knight Templar Knights, public executioner, patriot, or even round-eyed men killing the mother fucker that raped their wives or girl. Jahvey doesn't condone killing between man, even if it is to slay evil."

He was leaning against the tabular array with his eyes downcast and hired hand balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his chela digging into his palms. genus Selene felt a oceanic abyss chill in her heart as she heard the pain in the ass in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of jillion of people, tortured for eons by the minions of the Devil for bringing jurist to the humanity through fury. We were bomber, yet we were cast aside and punished for our acts. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled sub was so groovy that it dwarfed any former demon's Genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike Demons that form from the hatred of animation and light, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to murder and kill the military force of darkness was so powerful that I was able to come alert from the pain and hatred of the discarded heroes. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my might was already unnaturally high.

I remember my birth clearly : opening my eyes for the first prison term cryptic below the ground of the ashen fields, coughing on the dark land that filled my backtalk and lungs, groaning against the crushing pressure on all sides. I remember climbing up through bed upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my humanoid torso and the Demon device characteristic. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never get away my earthen tomb, my clawed hand broke through the surface and I managed to pull myself out.

Coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the black fields of ash, breathing heavily for the start clip. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Hell and the shifting dune of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a Demon. The second after the realization came, so did the passion and desires of all the human soul that made up my consciousness. The desire to destruct immorality was so potent, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a savage of perdition right then and there, but there I was, a living daemon ; the very symbolization of iniquity and iniquity. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small smile and turned away from her."I took my own life. Sitting in that black sand, filled with so 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 iniquity and polish off one terror from universe. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingers and plunged my nipper into my own gist, ending my life.

Selene, never in the history of existence has a daemon ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too conceited and too desperate to make others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless agony, they refuse to die in the promise that they can make misery. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own existence to that I could at least put down one piece of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremes is what allowed me to turn what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this morn. As my punctured tenderness came to a stop and the last waver of undeath went out in my brain, there was a flash in my soul, brighter than a million Sun. Through sin, I had achieved virtue, the Saami level of chastity that Angels needed to achieve to go Archangels.

Just as messiah was resurrected three Day after his dying, I was resurrected after mine. Holy vigor flooded my body with the desire to destroy evil acting as the bridge between duskiness and light, allowing for a synergistic balance that kept me from being destroyed by the transmutation. With the ability of both Heaven and Scheol pulsing through my venous blood vessel, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every second. I shed my scaly Demon skin for a humanoid eubstance and flesh, grew the fender of an holy man above my devil wings, and gained a halo of Hellfire, all while keeping my claws, hindquarters, Demon wings, and the power of trace energy.

I stood up with my new trunk, completely enlightened and humankind apart from daimon and Archangels in terms of military posture and raw power. As I flexed my digit, a Demon landed behind me, having come to investigate the promising lightness caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the wight attacked… poor beast. Completely driven by instinct and using to a lesser extent energy than to bust my finger, I beheaded the Demon with the edge of my hand, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that tip on, my war against the spawn of Hell began, and I spent the last several ten solely in the fiend and Gargoyle nurseries, slaughtering the unholy beasts the second gear they were spawned and fighting for every second base of my life history, appeasing my desire to murder immorality and decimating the demon's armies."

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

"So if you're half monster and one-half Archangel, can you unite your powers ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same fourth dimension. I can mix them so that the two get-up-and-go are blended to the degree that they look almost like the pelt of a zebra, but they forever remain separate forces, just like oil and urine. It is impossible for daimon Department of Energy and Angel energy to bond, they are too opposite of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the morning of the day I saved you, a daimon and respective Gargoyles crossed over into this region without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the forces of Heaven have the ability to infix and exit all three plain stitch of existence 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 mean ‘ summoned'?"She asked.

"Gargoyles and Demons can only intersect into this public from hell if they are summoned through some act of human being sorcery, like a gang of goth kids performing a hellish ritual. The process is actually very terrible for any shadow that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a satellite through the beam of a volcano. I should eff, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The upshot is an apparition with significantly lowered power levels, so low that the entirely activeness they can take are paranormal events like haunting the seat where they were summoned. Given meter, they become more and more mightily, eventually becoming stiff enough to suffer human race and even leave the plaza they were summed to.

Every decennary or so, the 1 who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually come up a real demon, and that's when affair get bad. A Gargoyle can have and even kill people in an area, but devil are capable to create born disasters and even plague, like erupting vent, earthquake, and tsunamis."

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

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The ritual of exorcism does not squall the power of Jehovah to shun a Demon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning ritual for holy man, except that it only has to draw off their attention, as Angels have the ability to transcend through dimensional barriers. view yourself golden that diabolical 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 infernal entity or evil soul. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the angel and even Archangels will arrive and fight the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battles can get extremely fierce and destructive, so Angels answering the call of exorcism always arrive in grouping. One or more fights the entity or evil spirit, others cast a roadblock that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the events from away viewer, and another to protect the 1 performing the exorcism and anyone else in the area, always having to bring around their wounding and alter their memories. Entire city blocks can be annihilated in one of these battles and mass can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of death. When that happens, the Angel will do everything in their power to avoid acknowledgement by the ecumenical world. They will wipe memories, rebuild anything destroyed, and even cook the media and cyberspace to destruct all reports or painting of the incident.

When it comes to ogre vs. Archangels, the engagement are waged using ancient patch and conjuration that focus the respective energies of the two battler. Being a hybrid, I can use both Shangri-la and hell spells."

"But why do the saint make themselves invisible ? Why not present themselves ? And why do they have to alter people's memories ?"

"After the expiry of Christ, Jehovah decreed that Angels and Archangels were to halt all visible natural action in the world of the Living. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely unseeable. The force out of promised land barely ever come to Earth anymore for anything other than answering the margin call of exorcism.

daemon and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a different grounds. Whenever a satanic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the brightness of this domain. They can palm revealing themselves indoors and outside at nighttime without too a good deal pain in the neck or trouble, but becoming visible in broad daytime is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be fair, Jehovah wanted to upgrade the deficiency of religion which was born at the number of the century. 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 bridge player of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A man without religion is a far more peaceful populace than one where people fight over the god they believe in."

genus Selene was silent for respective mo as she tried to believe of another motion."If hunting these Demons and Gargoyles is giving you so much fuss, why don't you just ask the Angel for avail ?"

Baltoh sighed."The holy man hate me just as much as the Demons do. I may be one-half Archangel, but I was also born a fiend and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an execration. Even though I have slain entire armies of Demons in my life, they see me as a huge threat that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth thousands of multiplication before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rite ), and every time I arrive, they try to put down me because I am that much of a peril to the correspondence of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't pain to cover that fire better will certainly come back to bite me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give a damn what Jehovah decreed. I am the sum of meg of multitude who have been sent to Hell for killing in the epithet of DoJ. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and consider him my enemy."

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

"Thank you,"genus Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't imagine being anything else."

genus Selene then gained the smallest of smiles, so light that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just shoot down those rapists in the back street, you healed my combat injury and brought me back to my base. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your struggle instead of just knocking me parenthesis, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholy face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these fiend yet means that it will probably take metre. During that time, if you ever want to contain a fracture or lecture to someone, just come find me."

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

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

"dungeon it with you, and if you are ever in danger, I will smell it and be able to receive you,"he said before becoming nonphysical and walking through the paries, leaving genus Selene resting her Chin on her hand with a dreamy expression on her face.



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

She was in the break room of her berth construction, looking in low cabinet for any burnt umber fundament so that she could nominate a fresh pot. The break room was like any former in the world, with a telephone line of high console and low cabinets against the wall, a small fridge, dingy lighting, a table and a few president, a"chromium steel"brand sink, and a bullshit motivational post-horse that served only to add some coloration to the beige wall.

mollie was sitting up on the counter like a fiddling kid, curling her farsighted blond hairsbreadth around her finger. She was both the peer and opposite to Selene, with golden hair, brilliant blue centre, and pallid skin, but she had a fit physique with luxurious curvature, the double-dyed combination of good genes and countless hours at the gym. She and Selene had been scoop Quaker since they were first off interns and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a really shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a exclusive moving picture of it anywhere, not on the tidings, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, people have their telephone set quick to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the flat coat. And it was almost right in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her ally muttered while trying to break a jumbled knot of a few strands of her hair.

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

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

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

While the java was poured, a balding man with glasses and a large handlebar mustache stepped into the break room."gentlewoman, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a minute Mr. Reed,"mollie said with a smile that was as bastard as a politico's promise.

The manager left and molly turned back to genus Selene with a look of disgust."I can not brook that mongrel. I just want to snap up that mustache of his and swing him around before throwing him out a window."

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



coffee berry cup in hand, Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computing machine, she tried to keep on her thinker 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 mode that she might as well just call her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to interrogate her current liveliness. After learning that Heaven, Scheol, Angel, fiend, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to mean she had seen too lots to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to know more, she wanted to take part in Baltoh's struggle against the devil and just do something that would let her have it away that she had a piazza in the bigger world.

putt her handbag on her desk so that she could at least hold her eyes on the plumage, 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 signatures of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in infernal region, the dark flavour were keeping their tycoon hidden to debar detection, making it next to impossible for Baltoh to break up them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright tower of lighting shown down from the sky like a beam of sunshine piercing a layer of dense clouds.

Floating down from the sky, a man appeared with pearly eagle-like wings stretching from his binding 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 command carried a weight and sinister tone that no other lyric held, as it was the language of the infernal region ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a form of speaking that was very dangerous to humans. If spoken in the oecumenical public, every mortal within earreach would be brought to their knee joint by crippling sickness. Speaking entire idiom like Baltoh had just done would have them to bewilder up and begin bleeding from their mouthpiece, nose, and even ears and center.

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

The Archangel's dress greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boots, sloppy gasp, a waistband, and a waistcoat over their long-sleeve shirts. The only differences were that his clothes were as Edward D. White as his feathers, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a yoke of shackles on his articulatio radiocarpea, though his did have the rosary beading chains. His complexion was much tanner than Baltoh's gray pelt quality, and he lacked pincer, a tail, and of track, a yoke of Demon wings. His pinna were pointed and he had a single lineage of red wavy tomentum going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should consider yourself prosperous that I decided to be charitable and not attack the endorsement I entered this realm."

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

"Your arrogance is truly that of a Demon, test copy that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to note the fact that you have the same habit of getting involved with people as the iniquity beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic damage to the city without even eliminating all traces of your existence and have even socialized and murdered humans. This is a offense of the gamey order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The laws of Jehovah mean nothing to me. Your king is a apathetic patsy, at to the lowest degree I do thoroughly in this creation. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"crimes"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

"blasphemy !"Michael hissed as he held out his mitt.

There was a burnished flash of luminousness from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his bobby pin. The handle was of rick amber telegram with a ruby pommel, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to look like a twosome of holy person wings, and the blade was sterling silver gray but stronger than steel.

"Say one Thomas More Good Book, and I will cut you down here and now ! The Demon and Gargoyles can waitress, but your Death is long overdue !"

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

"The state of affairs is truly unplayful, you know that beneficial than anyone. This time, nirvana can not afford to stick around out of the hatful,"Michael argued, lowering his steel and softening his tone.

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

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the metropolis, with a marble-sized sphere of dark get-up-and-go crackle at the tip of the claw of his index fingerbreadth."Then I'll fervency a dark Pulse straight into the urban center and obscure the succeeding three stat mi of buildings."

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

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

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern deep below the metropolis with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal cad. Whimpering in fear and pain was a girl at his invertebrate foot, eighteen years old with auburn fuzz and blanch peel. She had her men wrapped around her ankles, trying to intercept the bleeding from her lop Achilles sinew. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep her from running play, and he had threatened to cut off her custody if she tried to crawl away.

The sadistic creature had recovered from his battle with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless people. In front of him, a pocket-size fanfare of red sparkle popped about two meters above the reason and held its form as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like period protruded from the side. The empyrean slowly expanded, allowing for another bony gunpoint to reveal itself. The two claws pushed against the slope of the sector in opposite directions, slowly stretching it into a 2-dimensional curtain, less than a substructure long, and slowly showing more of their actual sizing. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like nipper were reaching out of the fervent profoundness of the humble manifestation, latching themselves onto the border of reality and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn delimitation between ground and perdition itself.

At a metre in diameter, the interior of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a electrocution tunnel with nigrify fog pouring out. The claws that were hooked around the edges of the portal were the size of it of tree logs, and with each receptive infinite that formed by stretching the portal, another claw would reach out and latch onto the edge, helping to extend the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven feet in diameter, a Demon leapt out, landing the level and gasping for breath. The Demon looked remarkably similar to Abaddon, with the Lapplander humanoid-Gargoyle body and characteristic, only he didn't have hair and his twisted automobile horn were more like the horns of a bullshit than a goat like Abaddon. Like the Demon, he wore a medieval-style wench of armor plate and had a metal shackle on each wrist joint.

"shit you, you could induce at least helped me. That was barely improve than being summoned,"the ogre snarled at Abaddon as he tried to get on his feet.

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

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

Abaddon stood up with a growl."Now you listen to me, your job is to keep that double-dealer off my back. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll slide in out of nowhere and slice up off my head."

Rimmon clicked his pitchfork knife at Abaddon's tonus."So helpless. I know what my social club are ; you don't have to remind me. But in order to do that, I need to know that you are following your orders as well. Why in the Dark God Almighty's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human legion yet ? !"

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

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

"I've only seen a few humans that would answer as proficient hosts for our plans, but we don't need too many important people. Once we move forward, we'll just option whoever will be appealing and then move forward with our plans."

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

"Hold on, I don't want us to startle this missionary station on the legal injury foot,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the girlfriend on the undercoat by the binding of her shirt and threw her like a cast aside coat. Rimmon caught her by the wrist and grinned, taking great pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his chela into her lenient flesh.

"These living humans are so much More pure and intolerant to pain than the prisoner in hell, their sidesplitter of agony and mortification are like music. Torturing this one young woman will leave you as much energy as eating five. She's a piffling endowment to aid you regain some strength."

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

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the girl again, knocking her across the cavern out trading floor. The affright sobbing victim desperately tried to crawl away with her tear practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonizing screaming as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his hook, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

"Please don't kill me, please !"she begged of the Demon.

Rimmon gave a cruel jape 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 dying,"he hissed in her ear before licking the tears off her face with his farseeing branch tongue.

The girl gave another abominable scream as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her doll and step-in. Her lily-white rear was now wet with blood from five deep slash. Wrapping his tail around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her work force and knees as he removed his rooster, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed forefront of his spiny dick pressed against the uninfluenced back talk of her pussy. Grabbing her by the articulatio coxae and digging into her human body with his claws, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a bingle cruel shove.

As the serrated penis tore through the miss's virgin cunt and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so loud in pain in the ass and abasement that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of joy. Rimmon groaned in wickedness bliss as he let his cock become accustomed to the indistinctness of the charwoman's cunt. Blood was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a buck, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human spine, Rimmon's dick had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an physical object of that size moving through such a little and smashed chess opening is like using a jackhammer for a operative incision, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a near big lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental strain of what was passing through the girl's mind as that happened and of the spot, and it's hard to adjudicate whether the genial annoyance was the swell or forcible pain.

Licking his lips, the Demon pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as garish and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the slam at the head and ridges scraping against the bleeding baseball swing. The trickle of lineage turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped deal and drank it like it was elixir of endless youth. With his grasp on his twisting slave tightened, Rimmon forced his cock back into her brutalized pussy. This prison term, the girl did not shriek in torture or humiliation, as she was too meddlesome vomiting from them. The pain and mental scarring was so vivid that her tummy actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girlfriend's snatch was squeamish and loose ( or ripped undecided like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging phallus. The female child was facedown in the puddle of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the abysmal torment that was burning inside her from the shank. The only way she could describe the tactual sensation was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her head, the tormenting thoughts of her hit kinsperson, her slip virginity, her defiled purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked haemorrhage body played like a horror moving picture that she could not search away from.

The torturing victim's only fill-in came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the incredible blood loss was making her delirious, and that her intact lour trunk had been so heavily damaged that her spunk were only one-half functioning.

After twenty minute of the savage agony, Rimmon finally pulled out of his young victim, who was nearly catatonic. The cleaning lady's snatch was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so vicious and unvoiced that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her unfastened, and shredded the physique inside like supergrass under a sess whopper. Her pussy looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to refer the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a hitch ragdoll, her lip open, her centre glazed over, and her intellect almost completely closed down.

Sensing life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her whisker over to him and forced his peter into her soft rima oris. As if woken up from a bad aspiration, the missy suddenly became wild and tried to push the Demon away, but could not resign herself or absent the genus Phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain from her harm came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's prick still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her oral sex and looked up, snarling like an angry Leo the Lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of semen into the miss's esophagus. The animalize young woman gave one final scream as the acidic gook began to burn through her vocal cord, but quickly became silent as her arterial blood vessel and spinal cord were the future to go. With her oral sex being severed from her trunk, Rimmon dismounted her fount and wiped the puke off his cock, chuckling to himself as he tried to think back to the last time he had such a great roll in the hay. Redressing in the Roman soldier-like annulus of armour dental plate that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some abruptly people and a few living ones.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself,"he said a grin. Instead of speechmaking, 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 power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily birth. On bulwark Street, Occupy protestors were waving sign and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their yell doubled in bulk and effort as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limousines, tired from a long day of gem search.

No one paid any tending to the silent man shuffling into the crowd with a bottleful in his hand. What hoi polloi didn't see was the rag sticking out of the nozzle. The man stepped up to the picket telephone line set up by law, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's somebody growled as it saw the perfective tense target.

holding up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the amuck man saw the flame and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crew. Just as the realisation of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the back of his limo, the fat balding man was trying to alight the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the void nickel-plated naught refused to give off more than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to light his cigar, he closed the Zippo, just as the Perm Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquid flames across the aerofoil of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man's death was not essential. The street was already erupting into pure pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating people at random.



A have wealthy businessman stepped out of a dining compartment, straightening his tie with an erratic facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the homo soundbox. With his suitcase in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the Captain Cook tried to calm her Down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the note for his lunch. No tip had been left rear end, only a note saying that handmaiden should get wind to bring solid food faster.

It was a minuscule movement, one that really cause any damage. But already, moving-picture show of the note were being spread across the cyberspace and igniting monumental perdition of angriness and resentment. Similar greenback were being left across the city as the hate grew like thorny vines.



The damp Nox was filled with the speech sound of atomiser paint as possessed men and women scrawled Brobdingnagian content on public surfaces in crimson. The tone of the red and the way it dripped down made it see like each one had been painted with a blood sputter. The subject matter were things like ‘ GOD HATES pansy ’, ‘ extolment ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE HOUSE, NOT THE jigaboo house ’, and there were even Sir Thomas More than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the city with the rising sun as the great unwashed would walk to their railcar and chance that their tire had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the aim of this vandalism, both democrats and republicans. As citizenry struggled to get to form, the vast cascade of nauseous content that had been spread across New York were in the unconscious process of being washed away by desperate street cleaners, trying to efface them before the hatred spread.



Selene came to a check in the hallway of her office, having caught the strait of a fearful conversation in the fracture elbow room. With her script on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the elbow room while two women talked in pipe down voices by the fridge.

"It's absolutely ugly, I throw up every time I imagine it,"one fair sex in her other fifty tearfully said, wiping her middle with a tissue.

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

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

genus Selene's blood felt like common cold mercury in her veins.

"stock covered the wall and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police are tearing the city apart to encounter the youngster that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to live, those wretched kids !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in front of urban center hall, with hoi polloi praying for the safety of the taken baby and mourning their atrocious deaths. And that was just the urban center, the situation was already getting outside aid. Completely unaware of the forces at work, the masses prayed while the daemon and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough military capability to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in paw, he growled in ire at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled stiff of the nobble children. Already a large puddle of line was forming in the evacuate parking lot from the butchered bodies. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of scourge, quickly opening their annex to try and escape.

"holy man Art : Ultimate penance !"

Upon being spoken, the while materialized two large wooden crossing on the Gargoyle's vertebral column, each more than twice as large as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn wolf were instantly slammed into the ground with sufficiency military unit to shatter the pavement, and even though the giant interbreeding were only laying on them like fallen tree, they could not lift so a good deal as a fingerbreadth, as the gravitation acting on their bodies had been multiplied to the point where their unholy bones were about to snap.

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



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

A knock on the door drew his attention and one of his Aides stepped in, trying to help screen out the mess out."Mr. Mayor, you're going to want to follow see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several employees of the City Hall that were working through the dark, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police policeman, were standing around a van-sized mess of sheets of fabric, sitting in the street right in figurehead of the building.

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

Once of the police officeholder picked one of the canvass and held it to the light of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a good smell at it."It's an American English flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of city Hall, completely indiscernible by the humans, Abaddon gave a rich laugh as he held out his manus. With a snap of his fingerbreadth, the integral peck was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of fear, watching as the signal flag burned.



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



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

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

A shadow shifted across her face, causing her to open her eyes and pant. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended outside and his tail curling and swishing behind him."Good forenoon,"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-eyed optic, neither hissing nor purring.

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

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

Selene was wearing zippo but a black thong and a pair bra that was struggling to prevail in her total breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked organic structure, Baltoh could feel a very strong sense of stimulation as he gazed at her slender yet curvy flesh. As common, the strength of these feelings of attractive force welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, genus Selene blushed again as she walked over to her actor's assistant. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to pull a pair of jeans out of the lower draftsman, granting the Demon-Archangel crossbreed a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her entire yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian ecdysiast to disgrace and could bounce a quarter across the room. Her black lacing thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a length of telegram and was clinging to her almost as if dire. Feeling the loanblend's optic travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade pelt, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her feet into a duo of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the sash being dragged tightly against the back of her branch, the way a remains sculptor would drag a string across her creation in advance to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the cover of her thighs with her ass resting on the cincture, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his lips and keep his calmness as his rushing blood began to flesh out his cock.

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

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

Baltoh instantly felt his shaft hustle as her titty seemed to enlarge with the duplicate elevation of her sleeve."So has your Doctor of the Church, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

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

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

While it wasn't a grin, Baltoh's expression lightened and he stepped into the room, first retracting his annexe back into his dead body and wrapping his long stern around his shank. As he stepped through the doorway of her sleeping accommodation, genus Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't headache, the aura is mostly just a symbolic head game of my Archangel status. If I want it to, I can defecate 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 through the ring of fire, not disturbing the fire in the slightest.

"So tell me, do you have any memories of the mass that you once were ? You seem to see cultural references just very well,"she asked while setting up the umber God Almighty.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the paries and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell crumble to dust, they've already undergone so much straining that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. to the highest degree of the memories I get are of people's practice in their day-to-day lives, like their understandings and views of their culture. While I don't remember ever meeting a doctor or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my savvy of this humankind comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth decade of G of fourth dimension to elude from netherworld when I am sweep over and death is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food for thought chain."

"Well what personal memories do you have ?"she asked, taking two mugs out of one of her kitchen cabinet while the deep brown pot slowly began to fill.

"I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to raze the metropolis of Ilion 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 Occident, among other things."

"That's unbelievable !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"Time in Inferno move at a much faster tempo than in the man cosmos, a I day here is an integral class there. It's hard to tell just how old I am as Hell has no time of year or yearly change, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

"Say, what is Hell like ? I get a undefined mind, but I'm curious. chocolate ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or potable. demon and Gargoyles can eat human material body in rules of order to recover their strength, but backer and Archangels do not want sustenance. In fact, we never have to"still ourselves"because nada ever passes through our systems.

Hell is actually rather minuscule. The cosmos of it is just as large as this one but the name ‘ underworld'denotes both the entire realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and demonic spirits is a single satellite in empty space. 95 % of the planet Hell covered by a sea of fervor that burns for all eternity, but there is a lieu known as the islet of the Damned. It's the lone land mass in all of blaze so it's the only post with sole residents, and it serves as the entree the planet, where most of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of geographical zone, which each zone corresponding to a different variety of captive and unlike kind of punishment. The geographical zone are divided up not only by the seven Deadly Sins, but by other factors and geographical factors. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing torment and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can free them of their painfulness. I consider myself lucky that my opposition don't have that trait. Even in perdition, beings with Angel or fiend energy are deathly, meaning that I'm not just killing the Lapplander opposite over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victims of circumstance and those who meant to do good. Suicide victim, heroes that have committed murder to bring DoJ, and even people who committed offense completely by chance event. Unfortunately, the majority of the people in Hell are there only because of pocket-size infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins."

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

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

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

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

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

"I do sleep together that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the view of these disturbances and I always find the swoon aroma of immorality. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over homo and using them to raise tensity and cause Chaos, though it has already gained momentum and no recollective requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news, but a woman just threw a bloody bottle of petrol into a mosque while it was full of mass. I got there moments after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled grampus. I hold no remorse in taking her life. It's being seen everywhere : spiritual fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced position ( I'll probably kill them later ), new protestation groups are starting and they are patrolling the urban center with political signs, and I've already found three dead bodies."

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

Sensing her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the nook of his eye and stood up."I'm not a consecutive murderer that takes the lives of innocent people. My figure means"righteousness"in the language of paradise and I was born from the hatred of immorality of billion of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to do harm and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the badgering they inflict and bring the Department of Justice that must rule. hatred is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its path, but my hate is like red region, in that it incinerates the unjust."

genus Selene regained her smile and her oculus were filled with admiration, sparkling like gem so beautifully that Baltoh could not seem away from them.

"To be true, I have no clue what the Demons are up to. I don't know if they're causing this pandemonium because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their front while they bring some plan to realisation. I can't go after them when they possess homo, so unless they actually use their might with adequate energy for me to sense or their human master of ceremonies are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't encounter them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to await, wait for one of them to give away themselves or hold back until I can identify a possible pattern and predict where they will impress so that I can enchant them."

He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in genus Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a feeling that things are going to continue to intensify. These number of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the monster'influence, and this flak is just going to keep back growing unless I can stop them. If I can't find them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to go away New York until I can get the state of affairs 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 dumbfound and complicated that I can get involved in. I moved here because of how interesting New House of York is. Right now, you are the most interesting matter in the world, so I'm not leaving unless you leave."

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

"Always. Like most kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a short brat. I was always trying to push myself to my limits and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't climb that Tree, you'll autumn ”,"I don't care if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll slip ”. I was a well behaved tyke, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved school assignment because it was one giant mind challenge."

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

Selene laughed."My parents still preserve my old bedchamber full of my trophy, not to note awards from former shoal groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to equilibrize preparation, mutant, schooling clubs, and a social aliveness. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the impregnable and better I became. I was like a knife ; no issue 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 life history ?"Baltoh asked, becoming more and more comfortable and lighthearted.

genus Selene's grin grew smaller, but did not disappear."I could never get a guy who challenged me enough, soul interesting enough. I've had couple young man in my biography, but as you can see, they didn't hold out. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could spend my life trying to climb like a drop-off side or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her chin resting on her hands."I wish I could devolve these interrogative. You've spent your unanimous life story fighting in the pits of netherworld which means you haven't lived like a unconstipated person, and I don't want to ask about the lives that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so strange,"she huffed, while maintaining her diminished smile.

Baltoh rested his chin on his work force 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 have a hereafter, you only postulate a give 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 gentle giggle."You're half-Archangel, right ? Well then consume some faith."

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

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

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

As he turned around, about to become intangible asset and flip through the rampart, Selene spoke."Baltoh, contain your time. You've piqued my sake, so don't think you're leaving any time soon."

Baltoh mirrored the grinning on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the bulwark and horizontal surface of the edifice and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fervor escape cock of the building across the street. His munition were crossed and he had a shadow grin.

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



Selene and molly were sitting on a bench in the parkland, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. trench in the ground, the sound of chanting protestors and honking railroad car could be heard in the urban center, but the Park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with people, all trying to love the decent weather before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

"I had the kinky dream finale night…"molly hummed as both women leaned back in the terrace with their centre closed, trying to drench up as lots sun as possible like a twosome of dozing cats.

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

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

"Molly, we agreed never to verbalise about that night, remember ?"she hissed.

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

"Yeah, because we were both drunk. think of what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each other for three months and I almost quit my job because it was just too embarrassing 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 instant ago ? The idea that I'm doing something kinky turns you on, doesn't it ?"

"Listen, I don't want to verbalize about it. It took me 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 unseeable daggers shooting from her center, but no subject how operose she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic collage of remembering in her mind, and those memories 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 break and a flashback to flood her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the carrel maze with a half-full credit card cup and a prominent stagger. This was the stopping point time they would provide booze, and for good reason. The office company had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol floor rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the high. Bored and more than drunk to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to blab to. She had already wandered around most of the construction, but there was one place she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's billet door, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their ugly party boss. She did not discover the groan or flesh applause of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing strait and the shrill but soft whines of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the doorway and peered inside. molly was sitting in her honcho'chairwoman, her blouse unresolved with her coat of arms across her bare knocker, her lash and bird on the flooring, and a vibrator being worked between her wooden leg ( but do to the desk blocking her from the shank down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"molly, what are you doing ?"Selene asked in indolent interest. The bosomy blond nearly jumped out of the chair.

"Selene, close the doorway !"

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

Molly turned in the chair and pulled out the pinko dildo, holding it like a cigarette without even turning it off."I was bored as hell, my vibrator was in my purse, and this is the most comfortable chair. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober up plenty to beat back. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

Selene was completely unaffected by the spate of her friend's white D-cup bosom, landing strip-flat belly, smooth thigh, and wet shaved twat, and mollie seemed literally give to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equation, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping fermentation alcohol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

Selene was dumb, letting her middle wander around the post before inevitably coming back to her void cup.

"Hey, could you aid me out ?"Molly finally asked.

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

Crossing her pegleg, Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartener at story time. Molly spread her legs and only now did genus Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the stack of her puss, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

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

Squeamish but willing, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index digit and thumb. She looked back and Forth at the toy and the spread sassing of her Friend's pussy, hungry for pleasance. A share of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the sleep was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a supporter, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The blond sot instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silklike pulp of her moist interior. The sound of the sexual call made genus Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to be active the toy back and Forth River in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a piston in Molly, the mellifluous juices of her snatch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's fingers. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her hands, she could find herself beginning to delight the act as well. The contort expression of joy on Molly's beautiful side, the shifting and jiggling of her breasts as her body trembled and she pinched her nipples, her flat stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her anele vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the sugared smell of her friend's pussy was making her body tremble with heating system and agitation. True, she had never felt any sort of attractive feature to women, at least no more than a rebuff curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a mite or arousal when Molly hang over to find fault something up or was showing a particularly ample amount of cleavage. genus Selene often found her regard wandering when molly was around, stirring her raw oddment. And she had to let in that the symphony of mollie's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a couple minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her full hand and was working it in her friend with rapid focal ratio, making Molly holloa and whimper, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

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

"Of row, I am Delicious !"

She then leaned forward in the president and put her hired man on genus Selene's articulatio humeri as she licked the toy again."Here, try it."

Selene's whole consistence became rigid as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the back of her throat, nearly making her lowlife from the wickedness of her friend's smack. She tried to overstretch away, but mollie was holding her shoulder and making her to suck in it. Molly truly was a overshadow drunkard, but even with tears rolling down her face from the punishment of her pharynx, genus Selene was too drunk to sense anything but joy at the pleasant-tasting oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"Want some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her intimate desires gaining inertia. With a grinning, Molly got down on her knee and began working the dildo in her slit, slathering it in her juice. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one position while Selene licked the other, both of them taking great joy in tasting the blonde's essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another bed of fluid, then held it up and the two womanhood began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their spit began to meet. At first it was the tenuous accidental 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 stop, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot oscillation of pleasure between her branch to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the Diospyros ebenum goddess continued to osculate, their mouths salivating from the hotness they were feeling. With a smile, Molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on Selene's berm, she laid her protagonist back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing nada but her high heels.

"Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,"Molly purred as her long blond haircloth hung down on genus Selene's nerve, contrasting against her wickedness skin.

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene's, slipping her tongue into her friend's oral cavity and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy-cheeked lipstick shades blending together, mollie grasped Selene's hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, genus Selene got the subject matter and inserted her fingers into the wet opening night, tickling mollie's dent and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hand, molly pulled off Selene's skirt and panties with the former, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingerbreadth into Selene, making her groan in joy through their dateless buss. Both charwoman began moving as mirror images, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a threefold helix. After a minute of necking, molly sat up and loosen Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as genus Selene's melon-sized jugful burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past genus Selene's head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's breasts in line with their faces.

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

Curious, submissive, and horny as Hell, genus Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around Molly's mammilla, sucking on them hungrily and making molly coo not just in strong-arm bliss, but in the knowledge that she had twist Selene to her will, and now it was meter for her to glean the benefits. Molly lowered her heading and particoloured Selene's ring of color with her tongue, taking incredible satisfaction in the taste and feel of her soft flesh.

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

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

kickoff pulling her tenacious blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the sloppy entrance to her slit, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the first step, genus Selene raised her head and buried her face in Molly's arrant ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old young man had done to delight her as Molly's placid ass buttock were clenched against the slope of her face. Molly gave the Sami moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two cleaning woman into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussycat, mollie purred and hummed from the tasting alone as she sucked up every yummy cliff of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake sting. Beneath her, genus Selene was becoming More and more habitual and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her lingua inside her Quaker the Same way that molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking immense amounts of pleasure in not just the look of the hot wet cunt resting on her grimace, but the offbeat hullabaloo making her unanimous body buzz at the indistinctness of those delectable pussy lips and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a smiling, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into genus Selene, making her moan through molly's ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake and growl in Selene and using it to draw forth more snatch succus to drink up. The office was filled with the sounds of the women's moan of pleasance and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oils. Licking her smiling backtalk, Molly got up and shifted her weightiness, sitting directly on Selene's expression so that she was almost completely hidden between her admirer's voluptuous ass cheeks. Molly broadened her command on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth River in genus Selene and making her ranch her wooden leg wide, pointing her high heels at the ceiling.

"That's rectify, honey. punch my slit,"Molly purred as she ran her tongue up genus Selene's smooth leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.

Beneath her, Selene was desperately trying to captivate her hint between slurps, but molly's naked material body was covering her aspect every second. molly finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of fresh air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her snatch and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting genus Selene's face back between her toned ass.

"roll in the hay yourself and lap my asshole, do it,"she ordered, grinding her impudence against Selene's face.

Selene obeyed with horny excitement, pushing her tongue as far into Molly's arse as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. Molly gripped her chest until the pale cutis turned pinko, moaning and crying out in euphory as Selene's delicate wet spit burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist flesh. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her creative thinker and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively toothsome and her rub down snatch mouth wanted the pleasure to never end, not to mention that Molly's soft bland ass felt amazing on the face of her brass. Her dedicated efforts were driving Molly insane in cristal, making her abandon her tit and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her fingerbreadth in her juice before sucking on them.

After almost five bit, molly finally got off of genus Selene and quickly bent down, licking her font clean like a dog licking a dirty photographic plate. genus Selene had a drunken grin on her case as Molly's glossa ran up her face.

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

mollie grinned in stimulation and lied back on the floor, desperate for a second gear grade of delightful twat. Selene moved up over Molly's face, but in the reverse direction when their part had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her John L. H. Down and making her poke her kitty. The instant Molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much keen pressure on her tender lips as mollie's tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the unbelievable delight being given to her, genus Selene looked back and began fondling molly's tit, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a modest screen background feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the full gentleness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's essence, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its insertion, Molly nearly arched her back in rapture, for the feeling of the toy shaking every single centimetre of moist shape in her bitch and the indulgent deliciousness of genus Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before long, genus Selene craved more from molly ; she wanted to experience what her friend had experienced. She changed her situation, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the ceiling. mollie took the message and practically dove into genus Selene's sloshed bunghole, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so honorable. go on licking, keep licking it,"genus Selene growled as she rubbed her cunt and hungrily licked up the succus, while trying not to fall off Balance.

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

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so molly took the enterprisingness. Nearly scraping Selene with her high-pitched heels in her excitement, mollie interlocked the two women's wooden leg. Very gently, the still lips of their pussies kissed, making the womanhood purr in kinky pleasure.

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

grinning and licking their sass, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their pussy rim aggressively kiss and smother each other over and over again. Their groan reached new levels of volume and tone as the indistinctness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their glassy smooth bodies as their thigh clapped against each other over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their bodies moved in cycle, they each reached out and rub down each former's bosom, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two lulu continued like this for several minutes until sharing a concurrent coming. Their pussies were as soaked as serve up sponge, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juice, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two char lied back, panting like dogs in the summertime from their exertion. Their physical structure were both covered in a glistening film of sweat, saliva, and vaginal juices, catching the Light and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

detection her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her hired man in the wet mixture between their pussies and licked it off as if it were pee from the Fountain of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to strike up, licking the sweat off genus Selene's luscious breasts, kissing her neck opening, and finally locking back talk with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The fleshly buss revived genus Selene, and she could finally feel the essence of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling molly and at her own nude body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't response, only blushed in botheration and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn't taken her farseeing after the political party to recollect everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. Molly felt no sorrow and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy fling, and while Selene always said no, she could not ignore that thinking back to that Night made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her finger between her pegleg, Selene often found that her best orgasm when computer storage of eating out Molly slipped into her fantasy. If she were completely fair, she would say that being with a woman was one of the heavy new experiences in her life, one of her personal ducky"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasance was probably why Selene forgave molly for seemingly taking vantage of her and why they still remained best booster. As much as she denied it, in her subconscious, the only ground why she never took Molly up on her sexual offers was because she didn't want to complicate their friendship any advance. Though as the memory board flashed through her thinker, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some blank from molly so that she could clear her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the day care core from which they had killed one-half of the shaver and taken the relaxation to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, notes, and pic of the numb and missing children, while the street was covered in trash and bill from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a farce comedy could consume place and what kind of reality their children were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the monster, they had made their consistence invisible to keep back the luminosity from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a pantomimist and licked his mouth."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so fat in suffering and ramp that each breathing place is euphoric. Attacking the children was a impudent move, as now the humans of this urban center are close to rioting from fear for themselves and their loved I and anger that this was allowed to happen. I don't know which is more delectable, the flesh and stock 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 baron at its maximal level and this metropolis acting as the perfect fostering reason of malice and woe, the only way the variables could be estimable aligned is if we were performing this on a unredeemed burial earth while torturing a few delicious humanity,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like tooth over and over with his forked tongue.

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

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

Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a lilliputian lop hand."The profligate of a child, for a slight extra circumstances,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red puddle on the ground.

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

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

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the ceiling of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the author of the dark power levels he was sensing.



A howl wind blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the trash in the street as well as the memorial spell set on the pavement. The pool of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fervent membrane about ten invertebrate foot in diameter with the two fiend at the very bound. lightlessness lightning crackled above the membrane and a large apparition could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten Angels appeared. The men and women were dressed in white Thelonious Sphere Monk robe and looked to be in their other thirties.

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

"I'm not sure if my fortune just increased or decreased. Either way, this will raise to be an occupy fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his sides. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his wrists as two blades of black blade burst out of the binding of his helping hand, parallel with his sleeve and each protruding to a greater extent than a foundation past his fingertips.

"fountainhead then, let's get this scrimmage started,"Baltoh said.

With a swing of his sword, he signaled the beginning of the battle and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two angel were combining their powerfulness to summon a repairing barrier around the area. Normally it would encompass only about a C feet, but in this case, the illusionary bonce had a r of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the Demon blocked his approach with one of his blades and aimed his gratuitous handwriting at Michael."monster Art : wickedness Pulse !"

A colossal focused beam of daemon vim erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his deal, shaking the surrounding buildings as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a battle cry, Michael raised his steel and used it to cut through the blast. The defense brought him to a dead stop, but with his brand, he was able-bodied to separate the balance beam and half and block them.

The building along the street were instantly obliterated by the scatter blast, but with the Angels working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the attack, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the cross delivered a devastating gripe to the daemon's gut, knocking him through the air like a Harlan Fiske Stone being skipped across water supply. He flew over the fervid membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the body structure crumbling down like a firm of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a deadly stab. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his claws and was about to counter with a twinge from his stinger-like tail assembly, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his big businessman in a annihilating spell.

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

Before Baltoh's blast could unite, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of bleak flames, slamming into them with Sir Thomas More power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of building. midst cloud of debris and smoke billowed from the building that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the black flaming.

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

The instant of unity between the Angelica Archangelica and cross 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 play, and pointed his fingerbreadth at him."Angel Art : immortal Ray !"

The integral street was lit up as a wide but focused golden laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the monster as the equalise and opposite of the nighttime Pulse spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The archangel jabbed forward with his blade, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his Demon backstage. Sparks flickered off the surface of the steel-like tissue layer from the bang of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the hybrid could strike back, Michael placed his hand on his foe's wing and shouted a turn."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ saint Art : holy smack Roar !'

In a blinding photoflash, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a cut missile. Wrapped in smoke and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the turning point of the building adjacent doorway, 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 slash across Michael's chest of drawers and sending a spattering of blood across the wreckage of the edifice around them.

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

In a split up mo, the total city cylinder block was riddled with bright glowing gap before suddenly being thrown upwards in a golden explosion, so potent that it shook the metropolis of New York and formed a mushroom cloud. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep 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 maintain the barrier from shattering under the mix force 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 character of her being wanted to go find oneself him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and cost him a fighting. She just had to hold back and get faith. At least now her mind was taken off Molly.



"Gastagan Nantsa : Conselha Natea !"‘ Angel Art : Circle Edge/Halo saucer !'Michael called as he raised his hired man.

Looping his fingerbreadth around his gloriole, he pulled his arm down with a twelve copies of the ring of halcyon spark, all intertwined with a lightning-like corduroy. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the gloriole flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the rings of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and loanblend.

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

stretch like gumshoe, his posterior extended to several times its own length and gained a metallic durability while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his tail wildly, Rimmon deflected the gloriole, sending them down into the metropolis. The rings of lighter sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut holes in buildings and even downing a few street posts.

The combat had now moved, and the hybrid, Angelica Archangelica, and devil were now battling around the Chrysler building. The Angel Falls that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the barrier to keep the engagement from destroying the city, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and bump off the memories of people in the battlefield and repair the impairment. Already, the Angel Falls had removed half of the people in the region, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many Angels been called from Shangri-la to bottle up such a high floor of destruction.

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

A deeply fling boxed everyone's ears as a convey bolt of halcyon energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight way. It was not true galvanic lightning, but it had similar speed and power.

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

A burnished flash of disgraceful spark flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engraving of skulls and Hellscript symbolization. The dash of lightning struck the headstone 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 strike Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their swords locked, and cursed when the Archangel spread his wings.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment flare !"

In a blinding video display of radiancy, every feather on Michael's wings lit up like a miniature lead, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to befall, Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael's expected thrust. Just like before, the steel bounced off the surface of his wings with little more than a passing shower of sparks.

Baltoh opened his extension once the illumination faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse compeer to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a trench volcanic crater and every windowpane in the expanse was reduced to glass powder, filling the air like dust. Michael's oculus rolled back into his head and he lost awareness from the painfulness of the encroachment, but such a shock would only criticise him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his optic as Rimmon swooped down with his sword held out, desperate to make a lethal strike. Without any crusade, he swung his sword and knocked the blades aside the minute the daemon came in his range of a function, then in a I fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a hefty kick to the Demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small crater forming every clock time he touched the ground.

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

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and hideaway to avoid the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred meters away. On inherent aptitude, Baltoh turned around and caught the blade of Michael, stopping the Archangel's diagonal with his bare bridge player. Like the roofy of a slip noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail snapped around Michael's ankle, and with supernatural strength, he flung the Archangel towards the face. Michael crashed into the front of the Chrysler edifice and drilled a pickle straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining balance in the air, Michael pointed his fender down at Baltoh through the gob blasted through the building.

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

Like a couplet of rapid-fire shotgun full of birdshot, his extension began launching hundred of feathers each 2nd, with each one glowing with a ashen aura and packing more big businessman than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a tranquillise look on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his movements were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A full cloudburst of Muriel Sarah Spark flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every 1 feather that would cause struck him. The repose of the arrows peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the paving and territory with head-sized crater and kicking up cloud of dust and smoke.

Getting to his foot, Rimmon raised his handwriting and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"monster Art : demon Slash !"

Bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five sword of vitality from his hook, razor melt off and faster than lightning. In a single moment, five lines appeared on everything within the two-dimensional plane of his slash. Cut by the demon's attack, everything began to return apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a titan laser, the integral top-third of the building slid cleanly off the diagonal cut mark, with Baltoh right field in its path.

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

Moving so fast that he was invisible, Michael flew down to the street at passing speed, seemingly teleporting down to the reason, a hundred meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The Demon and Angelica Archangelica both pointed their index fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler building dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his position, they shouted their spells.

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

"Angel 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 edifice tower plummeting towards his head like a spear from God, Baltoh was completely calm."Tch, please,"he scoffed.

Balling his hands into fists, Baltoh held his weapon out to his slope and released an animalistic holler that was loud than a jet engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of T. H. White and black power rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a nuclear detonation. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock music, 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 take flight for his lifespan as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a mile in radius alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn't as lucky and the explosion slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his soma and consuming him.

The angel manning the repairing and illusional roadblock were brought to their knees trying to hold open the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside world, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the entire metropolis of New York with alone military posture, shattering thousands of windowpane, knocking hoi polloi off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping world power line of products to tag end, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the metropolis to shake violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the cloud above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the 100 of Angels that had arrived to the metropolis, as well as hundreds more arriving from Heaven at that very instant, were using their big businessman to renovate the country as it had been before the fight, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman speed, they put back all of the evacuated people in the exact Lapp billet that they had been in before, each one unconscious and whole, removed any memory board of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to surmise a thing.

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

As the Word were spoken, a familiar spirit gumption of apprehension shot through his mind like an electric current. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the power of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.

"But my mission is not complete,"he cursed before spreading his flank and flying east towards the source of the inauspicious presence.



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

He then smiled and licked his razor tooth as the glassy pool before him shattered like a window, letting the flames of Hell burn without quelling."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the humanity of the living. This Horror Obelisk shall beckon the end of the world."

From the articulated lorry permeable vena portae to hell, a dark object rose up in the street like the mitt of a zombie spirit bursting up from the grassy land of its grave accent. The object was a tower, ten feet in diameter and forty feet in height, made of chalky obsidian and covered in ruby symbolization. The root of the tower was adorned with carving of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style wander layer of different bones and limbs. Near the top, a turgid snarling Gargoyle face was carved in each slope, all with the precise same expression. The top of the tugboat consisted of five foresightful talons, all converging on one dot, above the very mall of the obelisk.

An undeniable intonation sound began to emanate from the dagger, with multiple deep part murmuring swearword in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the intonation grew in volume. Above the city, dark storm clouds formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky-black vaporization. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colors and condition and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending ripples through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ominous subjugation, people throughout the urban center began to sense sick to their breadbasket and lightheaded, as the glowering malevolency of the artifact poisoned their thinker like a toxic miasma.

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



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

"How the nether region was one of these summoned to the worldly concern of the support ? Only garden angelica should have to ability to use their spells in different realms."

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

She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with cold fret 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 make surely you weren't hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her vocalism washy and her eyes closed.

Being so close to the obelisk was taking a gravid toll on her body, so much so that she could barely delay on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rarefied smiles."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the charge,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his arms. After brushing aside a ringlet of her hair's-breadth, he held his taloned hand over her nerve."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if melted light source were running through her veins, Selene's body began to glow as the first spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the endorse spell wrapped her in a cut layer of holy Energy Department, protecting her from any further affects. Selene's middle opened and she took a thick shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"genus Selene asked as she rubbed the slope of her capitulum, trying to remove the last trace of grogginess.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the dagger, and ignoring her fear, genus Selene followed him."Demons will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength cost increase, not to name it energizes the vicious intent of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the enduringness of an ground forces of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or strengthen the blacken hearts of the truly evil homo occupier of netherworld to help them join together to mold a Demon-level animate being without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the man world, but just being here could drive the people of this metropolis so untamed with fury and spite that they could rip New House of York apart like a multitude of rabid wolves."

All her living, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of veneration at trying something new and exciting ; bungee jump, sky-diving, mountain climb, that sort of matter. But being so close to this cursed tugboat, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt like at any endorse, something terrible was about to materialize, or that the dagger was animated and staring heterosexual person at her, like a serial killer before he makes his motility. This crippling sense of dread and terror sent shivers up her spine and made her tactile property like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking backup, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the dagger for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding Selene's hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is unmanageable and more often just breaks. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still take in heavily damaging affects, just like radioactive permissive waste. I can shoot it with virginal holy place energy and try to obliterate it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and better way…"

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

"Unlike demon and Gargoyles, Angels and garden angelica have the ability to enter and give the three land at any time, even Hell."

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

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

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

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

He was cut off as a quick glint of light caught the niche of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's ass flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in duration as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the fiend's mark, Baltoh gave a enraged roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail before it could move Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an back street after having just barely survived the good time that ended the battle. Almost every inch of outer anatomy had been burned off his physical structure, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterize vena, not to name that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this woman ? ! You will repent for your daemon sins, and you will digest the most painful death that your wretched variety can live ! Angel Art : final exam Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his deal, about to sever his own tail so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a declamatory white rood-tree burst out of the ground behind him, measuring XX feet in elevation and eight pes spacious at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a thunder of brat as whips with firearm of erose metal braided into the strands wrapped around his arm and torso and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless sinew in his skinless body. ineffectual to move, Rimmon could do little more than howling as a three large nails materialized, the first two driving through his medallion and the third piercing his ankle and securing them to the incline of the main beam. The final chasteness came in the form of a crown of prickle, which acted like a bond around the Demon's head, tying him to the upright shaft of light of the cross with blood running down his face. At to the lowest degree, a shaft steel appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's chest, piercing his pitch-black heart.

"backer Art : holy place sunburn !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

In roaring flash, a bonfire of golden flames flared up at the base of the cross, reaching up and curling around the suffering Demon. Already bleeding to death with a ruptured heart and no tegument to get across his torn muscles, Rimmon gave one final ululation of torment as the holy place inferno ate away at his body, burning his anatomy as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a minute, Rimmon was reduced to zero but ash, and the excruciation setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his body like blood from a fatal injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much more calm and collected. I don't know what happened."

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft handwriting on his cheek. The gentle touch modality and cutter upkeep that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hand calmed his body and removed the last traces of strain from engagement. But while this fresh speck sent waves of bliss through his trunk, Baltoh felt a pool of fear and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

He stepped away and broke the connection between them. Selene watched with sadness in her heart 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 scope as cops sped throughout the city to do vandalism and assault calls. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming more and more chaotic and the people were becoming more utmost with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, pillars of smoke were wafting from two burning construction. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some crazed pro-lifers, and the other was a community of interests center where an anti-Obama right-wing exchange was being held, before some young democrats through in some pyrotechnic and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a dark street, devoid of lights or people. On the undercoat nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his script, cursing through barred dentition as he tried to use the pain to unclutter his judgment of his confusing thoughts and look for genus Selene and stay focused on the commission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my life have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resoluteness to defend and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her gag my will and leaves me unable to push at my peak ? I should ingest been capable to bolt down Abaddon and that former fiend with a snap of my fingerbreadth, Michael should have got been aught more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my prey should have only taken one or two or three days at most. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every opinion of her do away with the flames in my soul ?'

He held out his hand, letting the blood trickle from the wound in his palm and dripping on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his helping hand, the mentation of Selene continued to whirl through his mind, leaving him just as discombobulate as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his top dog up as a strange sensation zipped through his mind. It wasn't an spate in Demon energy or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was genus Selene ; he could feel something through the feathering he had given her. It was meant to enjoin him if she was in danger so that he could find her and aid her, but in all honesty, that had just been a hypothesis, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, labored physical activity and a cascade of idea running through her thinker. If she had been attacked again, then the strain on her consistence and nous would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to kill her, there was an undeniable luck that something was wrong.

Spreading his wings, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so much 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 situation, tracking his own energy signature in the feather he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her apartment. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her base ? Was someone breaking into her apartment ?

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"

In a low flash, he disappeared as his stop number instantly increased to the full point where he was invisible.



Baltoh landed on Selene's fervency escape and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely indiscernible to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the slightest physical disturbance. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the rake flush from his body and kitty in his cock.

Lying in her bed was Selene, completely nude and far from being numb. Her right hand had was busybodied stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her pussy while she was using her left over hand to wedge and rub down her breasts, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the rest adjacent to her and she was brushing her face against the feathering sown on the front like a cat against a furniture quoin. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her digit, genus Selene would give a soft coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

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

Selene's soft coos turned into a easy moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her pussycat to full insertion of her fingers. Moving her fingers in and out of her snatch, Selene writhed and stretched with her whole eubstance trembling in stimulation. With her left paw, she began squeezing her breasts more aggressively and pinching her mamilla, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her finger's breadth faster and with more zip, sending riffle through her well tone frame as she fucked herself with greater speed. Her moans quickly began to increase in shrillness and intensity and she even moved her left script from her soft knocker to the edge of the bed, holding on for near life. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic gloating as she climaxed, soaking her handwriting in her orgasmic juice. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her ebony tree physical structure. Baltoh's breathing was heavy as he watched her finally become calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard dick remained solid than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to fall asleep, Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw drop. With a well-worn smiling on her face, she removed her fingerbreadth from wet twat and held them over her human face. Reaching up with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around her fingers, sucking away the oil color from her body. Baltoh could not discontinue a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum ooze from the head of his cock.

While genus Selene licked her fingers clean and jerk of her succulent juices, she reached into her bedside table and pulled out a red dildo, almost the size of it of a cucumber, but not as declamatory as Baltoh's throbbing erection. Rolling over onto her stomach, she got on her hands and knee joint and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the sass of her slit with the dildo.

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her pocketbook, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his cock. Due to him being originally born as a daimon ( a primal tool driven by animalistic instinct along with the spitefulness of the retiring lives that made it ), he was quite well-endowed but without any of the cactus-like ridgepole of a demon, due to his garden angelica body. Being deliberate not to knick himself with his claws, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his physical structure. It was a adept affair that he was undetectable to mortals, as every trend of his hand made him grunt in relief.

‘ Damn that feels good ; it's no admiration why man do it.'

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

"cum on baby, fuck me voiceless,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up speed, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed vigour.

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

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her backtalk, sucking on it with relish as she savored the taste of her own centre. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved various pillows, as well as a silk scarf joint from her bedside table. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the midriff of the scarf joint 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 sides of the headboard tightly, so that the wad of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come free.

Using the stack of pillows to create room for her legs between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her cunt. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her hands and knees and began leaning back and off 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 bounteous chest swing and bounce each clock time she forced the toy into her swollen pussy, Baltoh could experience an orgasm welling in his cock, the world-class in his life. Picking up speed, he stroked his cock as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

Finally, Selene gave a tatty moan as she had her final orgasm of the dark and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after watercourse of semen sprayed from the head of his shaft and soaked the groundwork of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the makeshift apparatus and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside table and the extra pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's relievo, she didn't pinch any of the come that had landed on the animal foot of her bed, and just lied down underneath the back and closed her eyes.

Dizzy from his first interjection, Baltoh leaned back with his fountainhead in his work force. She had done all that for him, that erotic display had all been to the sentiment of him, and he had basically mirrored it to the idea of her.

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija table in the Alexander Bell tower of the Riverside Church, made from the skin from a cleaning woman's back with the numbers and letters written in ancestry, and the disk for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn minor. Both had been a very delicious snack. The Demon held his handwriting over the spiritualist and black lightning began to stream from his palm.

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

Moving in planetary and convulsive dork, the disk began to shift across the Ouija board, spelling out the reply.

"tyro Gargoyle spawning initiative and use them as lure while to a greater extent Demons are summoned. We can only unfold up one more door before you are cut off permanently, make it look,"the platter spelled out.

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

Again the saucer began to displace."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him mix up, so killing her would do nothing but center his intellect back on you, not to mention it would touch off his rage."

"Yes My Divine, and I already know how to make some Gargoyle reinforcements…"



Baltoh hung upside down like a scalawag from the fire evasion of an office building. As common, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this prison term, the intellection and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every time he blinked, the entire scenery of that beautiful char pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his center. He already had a pulsate erection as he thought back to it, and in the deep confines of his mind, he felt heavy ruefulness for not revealing himself that night, for not being overt about his presence while he watched Selene, and letting the upshot of the Nox roll on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two selection : he could either present Selene and his confusing spirit, or he could continue away from her, finish the mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him be sick with restiveness, he knew that there was no way he could just leave her, not physically or emotionally. He had to figure this out, or it would haunt him for the quietus of eternity.

As he reached out with his judgment to try and incur the plume he had given Selene, a loud flutter began to establish in the background, drawing his attention.



Selene and mollie were sitting out in the sun at tabular array in front of a cafe eatery. Both were drinking ice coffees, and while mollie was having a knit salad, genus Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the first time. They often came here for dejeuner, and the conversation they were having was of the usual issue, but it suddenly took a tour that shook genus Selene with surprise.

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

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

"All the time. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing sexual love letters that I never mail and now just put fresh batteries in my vibrator,"she said casually, making Selene choke on her soup.

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

"Well talking about being a kid brought out my inner child, and my inner child wanted to see if I could get you to scud soup out our olfactory organ like milk. Right now, my internal child and I are high-fiving in success,"Molly bragged as she skewered respective lettuce folio with her fork and dipped them in a pool of salad medical dressing."So what's this guy's name ?"

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

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

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

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

"No, he just kind of grew up in a troubled home base. But he is really good-looking and without a dubiousness, he's the most amazing and interesting guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

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

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

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

"What the pit 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 pocketbook and rushed across the street.

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

press cutting through an alleyway, the two woman crossed over to the next street, where a full-on engagement between the police and a legion of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and nothing could be heard but the dateless call of fury and the sounds of protestation signs striking sidesplitter shields. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest chemical group were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the area, using the excitement as a concealment for their crimes. Every irregular that passed brought more riot fuzz and even more protestors.

With transparent riot cuticle and black Kevlar causa, the officers were Sir Thomas More than safe against the protestors ; but it was the issue that were forming a problem. The line of copper was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one direction. Those at the battlefront of the swarm beat their mansion and fist against the ship's officer'buckler, desperately trying to break through and last as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the pain of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the officer's clubs. With bleeding faces and weaken finger's breadth, those that were unable to press any longer tried to squeeze between the two architectonic plates that were the cops and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper nebuliser. Many never made it out, and were forced to the priming where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few minutes, a cop behind the barrier would hurl a teargas canister into the crowd, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

Selene and mollie stood in the alley, neither one courageous enough to skip over into the affray and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a full-blown riot, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would startle flying. Pondering what to do, the woman were shocked as a young man, barely 19, was thrown from the mob of protestors and into the alley with a bleeding head wound.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with worry, crouching down beside him with tissues from her purse and helping wipe the roue off his unshaven grimace. The man did not reply, only shook his head from side to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"molly asked.

"Some kids… were sitting on a bench when some asshole… with a badge walked up to them,"he began, constantly swallowing to clear his throat and retrieve his mental heading."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal dissent. The fat fuck pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the all thing into these teen'faces ! One girl was scream… screaming in pain, and when her boyfriend jumped up to punch the cop, he got tased for almost half a mo, and that cocksucker 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 combat 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 pes. He nodded his foreland and staggered off, leaving the two women alone on the hobby of the battle.

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, inaudible and inconspicuous to human eyes, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his lips. He wished he had been given orders to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic nooky, not to mention a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to supervise only, so fantasies would sustain to suffice, until he could taste her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the carapace of the public violence police like Persians against Hellenic language, he breathed in the buck gas like it was the sense of smell of a sweet prime and basked in his dissoluteness. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the results were honest than he dared dream.

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

Taking a deep breathing time, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size of it and volume, saturating it with his malevolent energy, while making trusted that Baltoh would not be able to smell the bodily process. Once the air in his lungs was evil enough, he exhaled, releasing a black cloud into the horde of people, with them completely unaware and ineffectual to see it. Abaddon watched with a grinning as the calamitous fume rolled wildly above the bunch, shaken not by cause in the air, but by the anger and rage that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"Demon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the spell would work quickly enough.



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

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



There were well over two hundred people now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and pain to spawn at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police force, and the rioters continued to struggle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the electronegative energy billowing like smoke from a tire fire, the Shirley Temple Black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate swarm and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable flesh could be seen taking strain and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human being infants, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fang, claws, and wings began to get. Standing in the alleyway, genus Selene felt a very cold shudder creep up her spikelet, as if soul was breathing on the spinal column of her neck opening while touching her bare skin with an ice square block. She wrapped arm around her stomach, suddenly sick and filled with dread. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was muscular, and it was close.

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

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



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

Stretching his prat like a spider creating a descent of silk, Abaddon reached out with the barbed tendril and wrapped it around each puny Gargoyle. With his center locked on the Demon and his world, Baltoh shot down like an eagle towards a fish just below the surface of a river.

"Demon Art : tone Shimmer !"Abaddon desperately called, having less than a secondly before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could stick with him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The frustrated hybrid only had enough time to turn in a body-splitting gripe 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 make that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the kicking, and try to cypher out the direction in which the daimon was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to arrive at the border of the city and had ended the trance to hold open his top executive hidden.

With his wholly body shaking, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic roar like that of lion, howling in frustration. That beastly cry was so smashing in volume that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a single living wight could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to assault genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining support and got away with it was the source of his rage. He was used to fiend running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their lives once the vast difference in potency became apparent. In Hell, well over half of every monster fighting resulted in his target managing to scat, but this time was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed free in the human world, life were being lost.

"shit it ! Every metre I almost have him, and every time he escapes before I dig my claws into his heart ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL discovery YOU ABADDON ! I'LL breakthrough YOU !"he thundered, causing his DOE to flood outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its chilling tankful.

All the people below him were knocked off their feet by the hurricane winds that the surge of power was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with tempest clouds. Clinging to the incline of the edifice adjacent to her, genus Selene tried to press the unstoppable steer pummeling everyone in the street.

"Baltoh…"she murmured softly while Molly tried to keep her skirt 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 intruder and released an animalistic snarl, barring his Fang. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his sword and delivered an uppercut slash as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two steel clashed with a rainbow of arc, but with informality, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a tabular array saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the pectus, inflicting a wound that would be black to any human, and launching the Archangel like a golf game orb with line of descent pouring from his mouth.

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

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



Abaddon stood over a litter of Demons, all grouped together and feasting on a passel of newly slain cadaver in the living room of a house on the outskirts of the city. All the furniture had been smashed to opus, the windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the beasts the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each snack they took, their heftiness grew in size and military strength, and their monstrous seventh cranial nerve characteristics became sharper and more distinguishable.

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

He then turned around to present a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl with farsighted blonde hair. She was in the corner, sobbing in terror as she watched the creature feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy chair in Selene's apartment with his fingers tented, waiting in the nighttime for Selene to get home base. While his consistency was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to pick the watchword he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life story had he been so confused and so spooky, and all at the thought and presence of a mere human.

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

"Selene…"

The calling of her name spin Selene around with wide centre and she stared at Baltoh, trying to fascinate her breath at the good deal of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

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

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

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into existence as a Demon that was born from the rage and painfulness of hero that suffered for eons in infernal region, and I have lived my entire life for the unmarried intention of fighting and slaying malevolent. But you… whenever I look at you or think about you… it's like stepping out of a raging nether region and into a waterfall. I feel all my anger melt away and I lose the will to fight for anything other than you."

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

"Not in my entire being have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt, and I can not think, because you occupy every thought that enters my mind. Ever since I saved you and see you, trying to keep my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever fill out my delegation and perhaps ever discover solace, I need to solve this confusion once and for all, and I need the solvent to this question ; even if I can not properly delineate how I feel about you, do you palpate the Saami way about me ?"

Selene licked her brim first with a feeling of uncertainty, then with a small smile.

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

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

With her smiling small but tender, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't lie with how to explain it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few times, but my heart and my body aching for you. I haven't developed feelings like this for mortal this quickly since I was a little girl, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two halves of a Swiss scout, so many specific paraphernalia and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own pieces and no one else's. True individuation is impossible in this world, but I know with my mettle and soul that you are the only one who can possibly complete me."

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

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

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

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their backtalk together, kissing for several irregular. As the embracing continued, Selene slipped her tongue between Baltoh's limps, nearly making him dork in surprise but also hum in joy at the sissiness and taste of her knife in his mouth. Deciding to mirror her action, he sent his own tongue into Selene's lip, shocking her and making her end the osculation, leaving his long forked tongue hanging in the air like a ophidian in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the body part left over from his daemon birth.

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

After almost a minute of their lips joining like two wafture and separating, the kiss was ended, and genus Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her saturnine bedroom. interior, the only beginning of illuminance was Baltoh's burning aureole, casting dancing apparition upon every surface. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his dress, revealing the legion scars that pocked his muscles and the two horns obscure beneath his toughie. Pulling off his pants, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, genus Selene was wondering if it would wound and if this was one challenge that would beat her. With his rump flicking like that of a cat on the hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their brim locked, he reached up to undo the buttons of her E. B. White blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his paw up, cutting through the button thread on her blouse with the claw on his index finger, exposing her house breasts, barely held in by her lacing bra. Selene grasped the while of lingerie before Baltoh could take a claw to it, letting her tits spring free like airbags.

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

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

"Oh yes baby, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked natural language trace her areola and his lips wrap around her erect teat.

He moved back and forth between her bountiful pap, wrapping his long tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of discover pelt. Sucking on her tit like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her boob, stimulating the sensitive nerve finish to the point that Selene was nearly chewing off her lower lip in celebration.

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

Remembering back to his human past tense lives in terms of the moves of intimacy, Baltoh decided to actuate on. Lowering his point, he dragged his forked clapper 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 absent her skirt and moist G-string. With her human knee on his shoulders, Baltoh held his oral sex just above the voiced wet lip of her pussy, which carried the faint perfume of the soap from her net rain shower.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his clapper, giving a quickly lick that nearly made Selene saccade. He licked again, plugging his yearn snake-long tongue in between the back talk like an contrivance cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity taste of her juicy interior. He pressed his lips against the gate of nirvana, slurping on Selene's puss like he was trapped in a peach and could only use his mouth to escape.

Selene could not incorporate her groan as she felt Baltoh get the knack of orally pleasuring her, making her entire grim physical structure shake from the cloud nine. Her calls doubled in volume as he fully inserted his tongue into her twat, licking her farthest depths of her soft Interior and mixing his saliva with her juice. Selene basically had to sting down on her pillow to keep from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed considerably than any vibrator and his lips massaged and tickled the hatchway. She had her hand on the spinal column of his top dog, pushing his face deeper into her fresh cunt and holding onto his automobile horn like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable taste and slurped up her juices like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every lastly drop curtain out of his water bottle.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an surge in the amount and gustatory perception of the juice that flooded her cunt hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the taste of her orgasm. The coming lasted for almost half a min, finishing with genus Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing lumbering and her middle rolling around as if she was delirious.

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

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

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

Baltoh did not answer, only smiled and gave the quick exhale of a jest. Using his claw paw very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his cock and slowly guided it to her William Henry Gates of promised land, pressing the forefront against the moist, soft lips. Wrapping his nates around the bed in tense up anticipation, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect dick into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his dorsum and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his tooth at the unbelievable tightness of her pussycat, but after Sir Thomas More than two minutes for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a taut parking bit, it was finally all the way in. Upon its total insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his wings had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breather, as she could have sworn the head word of Baltoh's cock was prodding the bottom of her heart.

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

"No… it's ok. I've just never had anyone that big, and it will take a bit of clip to get used to it. But remember when I said that I knew that you would be able-bodied to satisfy 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 wad removal. Leaving only the forefront inside, he gave her a minute to stabilize 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 literal sensation of intimate fill. Having buried his cock all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a risk, he pushed his dick into her egotistic cunt in a single stroke, making her groan at the top of her lungs from the deep insight. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the sizing, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really impress. Taking the rightfulness location above her, he began working the ray in and out of her in long, steady CVA, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally propel at a fairly speed, Baltoh let his body continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the dissimilar feelings that his putz was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the ineffable sissiness of each gibbosity, ridge, and fold in her pussy. Finally used to his pecker completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any pain and was now moaning like an opera singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her finger into his back.

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

Changing position, he sat up on his heels and grabbed genus Selene's thighs, using them to string up onto her as he doubled his pep pill. With each powerful drive into his devotee, Baltoh licked and chewed on his sass as he watched her tit bounce and bankroll wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in ecstasy, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an temblor of biblical proportionality was rocking the edifice, and her groan of euphory were replaced with a deeply gasping birdcall as the head of his shaft slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

keister him, Baltoh's backstage were stretching and waving like sword lily and his tail was writhing like a decapitate snake on the floor, almost to point that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to ride out on the bookshelf or pounce on the jolt derriere and play with it.

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

She didn't need to finish speaking, as the subconscious movement of her hands to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The longer that he was working, the more he could feel his daemon side being energized. Specifically, it was his Demon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her hands and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his face just inch from hers, all the while continuing to get it on her like a machine. Selene suddenly gained a very ravenous and delirious look on her face as she felt the change in Baltoh's personality, sensing his predominant slope taking control and gaining the desire to both fight it and submit to it. She raised her headland and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"Come on baby, I'm so close to cumming, get laid me knockout !"

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

Moving his hands to her coxa, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all four, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his stifle, he tightened his hold on her slender waistline and began hammering her at practically insensate speeding, slamming her cunt so heavy and so fast that it was almost roughshod. Trying to stick up with her arms straightaway, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw index that she was going to disgorge. She could have sworn a sex machine was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

Behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripples passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic hand clapping sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his stage and the base of his peter. The noise was so deep and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that audio would instantly know what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her stave ass leap and ripple while basically skewered on his cock, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside sight and gaze upon her breasts, which were swinging like the round punching suitcase that boxers practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito bites, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking vibrations pulsing through their bodies as their orgasms overcame them. Selene released a jubilated screeching that could shatter glass as her cunt became flooded with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like roaring as he shot jet after jet of seminal fluid into Selene, filling her up to the breaker point that stream of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely hitch and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a gaping semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the like body politic. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for calendar month without pause, having sex for just an 60 minutes had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to catch his breath. Holding her conclusion, he wrapped his arm and wings around her while kissing her neck.

"Without a dubiety, that was the smashing sex of my life,"she purred tiredly.

"Being that was my first fourth dimension, I can in all honesty say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very olfactory property of her haircloth as pressed his sass against the back of her ear."Is this what love feels like ?"

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

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





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his oceanic abyss sleep by a tender wet feeling around his cock. With a yawn and a wear hum, he opened his oculus and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful headspring bob up and down. She had a coy tone in her eye as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a well-worn stretchiness and his smiling grew wider as her soft clapper slathered the pecker with her lips wrapped securely around the head. She then released the forefront and spat 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 side with his sharp claw. Selene smiled and reinserted his humanity into her sonant backtalk, pressing the tip of her tongue into the prick on the brain while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another fag out moan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his shaft in her soft sass with the fountainhead going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several seconds, Selene took his cock out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously against her openhanded nipple. The mild peel felt absolutely incredible against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

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

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

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

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

"Since I rarely sleep, it was absolutely amazing. In hellhole, I always have to kip with one eye receptive if I can even line up a safe place."

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

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

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

At her words, Baltoh leaned forward to osculate her, but suddenly stopped. He could feel something was improper, something that he had been unable to notice before, but was now as shed light on as it was pungent, like the feel of a rotting carcass in an hold in space. He could smell out energy in the air, both archangel and monster and Brobdingnagian amounts of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the ceiling of Selene's apartment construction while she sat in her keep room, watching the news for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking respective bass breathing place, sampling the immense cascade of Light and dark push in the air. As far as he could severalize, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any augury of battle or destruction, but the thick energy that sat in his lungs like sess said otherwise.

"It's the uncanny matter, there are one C of missing cases being reported and nobody knows anything."Selene said, walking up behind him.

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

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

"There was a battle shoemaker's last dark, a big one. Whenever large numbers the great unwashed go missing at once, it means that the forces of Heaven and Hell faced each former and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed buildings or Crater in the city from final nighttime, which means that the backer have been hard at work, repairing the price and erasing memories so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not mend is the destruction bell. Last nighttime, century of people were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the struggle, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an angry voice announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eye swerved up as an Archangel descended from the sky, landing beside him with the equalizer of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same ashen eagle wings, but his seventh cranial nerve characteristics were much difference. While his hair was blond and cut shortsighted, he had several piercings through his target ear, his eyebrow, one through his turn down lip, and three through the bridge of his nose. The Archangel and genus Selene paid no attention to each former, as he was completely invisible and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Archangel became seeable, causing Selene to derail back out of shock and traveling bag Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from Heaven with perfect amazement, now having person to compare Baltoh too former than that brief lot of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

He and Gabriel were in no way allies, but neither were they enemies, only in that they didn't try to kill each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positively charged effect in the universe of discourse, one that he refused to crop with or side with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest thing he had to a protagonist, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little more than argue.

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from underworld to hunt these motherfucker down, and just when we finally need your assistant for the kickoff fourth dimension, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Archangels want you dead, because you never make it very clear which side you are on.

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

"The laws of your master mean nothing to me. I do what I want and the forces of Heaven had better accept that they can do zippo about it and should just be glad that I at least keep open myself hidden when I show up here. She is of no concern to you, so you considerably not say another Scripture about her. I was busy lowest night, so tell apart me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. genus Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Angelica Archangelica looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the truth became apparent."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupefied or this selfish. A strong-arm relationship with a human woman ? ! You always make trouble when you come to earth, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any idea what sort of loathing would be spawned if you were to impregnate her ? !"

"secrecy !"Baltoh roared, infusing so a good deal power with his phonation that Gabriel was forced to his genu by the oppressive weight unit of that unity word.

"I warned you not to say another tidings about her. You would be wise to remember who you are talking to and just what I am up to of. Now what the Hell happened death night ?"he ordered, taking the unseeable exercising weight off Gabriel.

The Archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by monster force and feasting on innocent people. They were far stronger than Angel Falls and they were fast, causing Brobdingnagian amounts of destruction to the urban center while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their purpose ? Abaddon has already set the people of this city against each other, such a broad onset would only make fright and amalgamate everyone."

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



12 60 minutes Earlier :

Abaddon faced his small squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned storage warehouse, all fully-grown and far expectant than their natural sizes. Having spent the live on few hour eating and torturing live humans, they had feasted upon more than enough agony and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level office. True, their brain still remained barely developed enough to speak and follow orders, meaning that they were not doctor up enough to mold their energy into fiend Art, but they could unleash their power in raw unfocussed blowup, easily up to of destroying buildings.

"Your mission is simple ; buy me enough time to summons more Demons from hell. To do this, I need you to put out as a great deal power as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the rite. sovereignty holy terror, massacre everyone, destroy to your meat's contentedness, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep back moving and preserve the holy person off my tail. Go !"

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



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

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

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

The two friends paid no attention to the third Angelica Archangelica that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the like white uniform, but he had a darker skin colour like that of a Native American English, his brownness haircloth hung down past his berm, and on his brass were numerous tattoos ; a dyad of extension on his buttock and a crossing on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his olfactory organ just to name a few.

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

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

"I don't know ; it's unimaginable to predict the actions 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 exact same office with the exact Lapplander expressions. instant went by, and not a word was spoken.

A building in the aloofness suddenly exploded in a geyser of pitch-dark flames, throwing junk is all counselling and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the garden angelica could even move in reaction, respective more construction were destroyed in other areas, quickly turning into Fats Domino furrow of destruction. John L. H. Down in the streets, citizenry were panicking as they heard the explosions and saw the smoke rising, even in the dark Nox. Was it a terrorist attempt ? A huge wow ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripples of awe throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory barrier around the city ! Raphael, call up forth the Angels to lead off emptying ! I'll go inquire !"Michael instructed as he spread his wings and brought forth his sword from nonentity.

As Michael took off towards the cheeseparing explosion, Gabriel and Raphael both cast a spell, with the previous raising his paw and the latter pressing his hands down on the ground.

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

From his laurel wreath, an invisible beam of visible radiation up into the sky, eventually stopping high above the city and public exposure outwards into a vast dome, encompassing all of New House of York. From this point, all human that resided in its blank would blank out anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being intimate with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the spell, due to her proximity to the occult figure.

"Angel Art : nonesuch Beckon !"Raffaello Sanzio chanted. A ripple of light pulsed from his men, making every Angel in the domain able to hear him."All Angels report ! start out the evacuation of homo within the danger geographical zone ! I'm calling for reinforcements !"



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

Moving as decelerate as a slug, a horror obelisk slowly began to ascend from the reason. Having practiced with that first dagger, Abaddon was now familiar with the vim handling required to bring Forth non-sentient target into the human being humankind from netherworld, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The obelisk was the fourth of a radical scattered across the city, just as a petty power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be firm enough to even hold back their own against Archangels.

Once the Obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guard duty took flight, heading east towards the edge of the city. Like all daimon and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his safety device were unable to range too far from their country of origin where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional agency and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only diminish, meaning that they could move at far enceinte distance. The farther they could get from the forces of Shangri-la, the honorable their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speed, they flew to the absolute limit of their roaming reaching.

Believing that he was standing in the expert potential spot to control his base hit, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingerbreadth. This was the veridical test, summoning Horror dagger was one thing, but this was a whole early league. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the ground, having dredged up his power to its maximum layer."Demon Art : conjury memorial park summoning !"



Michael soared across New York City with his claymore in hand, zeroing in on the nearest bloodline of explosion. The energy he could sense from the one causing the destruction was incredibly heavy, almost bombastic decent to be a monster. In his heart, Michael prayed that it really was a Demon, because if something as plebeian as a Gargoyle could turn over this stage of power, than the situation was far worse than he imagined.

The building next to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a wrestle maw of inkiness fire, granting him only enough prison term to turn intangible before detritus rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without masking. Looking through the storm of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature Dark Pulse from between its jaws, the signature relocation of its kind.

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"

Moving faster than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to deliver an split second kill. With supernatural reaction speed, the tool turned around and blocked Michael's brand with its nipper, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the blade's sanctum steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and total darkness whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the back of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow attack was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the peg down beam with his helping hand.

vestige muscularity streamed out from between Michael's digit as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be nestling's fun, but the Gargoyle's ability levels were off the chart ! With a deep struggle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to detonate like a water melon under the gust of a hammer from the press of it's own energy.

A gaudy bellow suddenly drew Michael's attention up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless fauna opened its jaws and raised its headway, charging a Dark Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the sphere of darkness in the fauna's mouth, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing free fall by a fleet of planes.

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

From his outstretched hand, several mountain range of prayer beads beads were launched from underneath his watchband, as if coming out of his own physique like a Demon weapon. The chains shot through the air like a frog's tongue and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with to a greater extent world power than pianoforte telegram, restricting its social movement and ending the Dark impulse before it could be launched.

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

"Michael tone out !"Raphael shouted, a split second before the barbed tail end of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could deliver a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a endorsement Gargoyle slashed Raphael's wings and then severed the Rosary constraint with fantasm energy streaming from it's claws. The two injured Angel Falls fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their trauma. Casting the Laying On Of bridge player technique on the bloody fix in his venter, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural fastness, shooting off across the city while suppressing their energy to disappear in the night.

"Damn it, they're fast, solid, and coordinated. They are definitely getting more mightily, and if we don't stop them soon, they might even surpass demon levels,"Michael swore with roue 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 Angels are reporting that to the highest degree masses in the Chaos expanse have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep moving and go along spreading destruction."

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

Raphael nodded and raised his hand."Angel Art : Leslie Townes Hope lighthouse Summoning !"

Up above the conglomerate res publica Building, there was a bright flash of light as a vast rood-tree materialized out of slight air. The complex body part was ten ft in diameter and xl ft in pinnacle, made of a single musical composition 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 peak of pricker. In the upper berth recession of the cross, two gravid Angel Falls wings of brightness appeared without any physical pattern, like holograms.

A pulse of light boomed from the hovering cross, illuminating the metropolis. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a blinding aura of power, as well as the two Archangels speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the lines of mushroom clouds as edifice after building was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to stratum normally manageable only through the Crusading canter spell.

The two Angelica Archangelica split up, chasing after different grouping of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the measure of power they had absorbed before the onslaught and the hurting they were inflicting. With a unspoken slash of his sword, Michael launched a crescent blade of lighting push that carved one of the devil in one-half like a chainsaw through a shitty melon and set the two halves ablaze with white flames.

The three other Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most powerful dark beat at Michael, shooting enough focused push to power the city around them for a workweek.

"saint Art : logic gate of Shangri-la !"the Angelica Archangelica bellowed, summoning forth the flowery gateway of self-colored gold. The three blasts joined together and slammed into the roadblock like a tidal wave, but with his superpower enhanced by the cross above the city, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined trinity of shadow blasts was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a sewer system. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the eruption was instantly ripped apart into zillion of bloody firearm as a rampart of wind, humankind apart in terms of power from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"holy person Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael cast, pointing his backstage at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching thousands of super-charged arrows.

The bolts rained down on the street, each carrying as a good deal king as meteor and shaking the entire urban center upon impact with the soil. The surrounding buildings were thrown off their basis and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized crater were torn into the background by the strike of each soul arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



"Angel Art : final examination Penitence !"Raffaello Sanzio announced, pointing his hired man at the fleeing group of Gargoyles.

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed cubicle phone towers fell down like turkey and managed to mosh down on at to the lowest degree four of the Demons with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as much 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 paved road and more like a dry riverbed. The fiend underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and column of debris and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their darkness heart rate, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the blasts with relaxation, Raffaello Sanzio cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them degraded than they could even process, ending their execrable life-time with sword slice that broke the sound barrier.



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



Abaddon gave a dark and booming laugh as his tour finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to Hell, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The summons had taken vast amounts of time and energy, but now, the land up cosmos was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a large construction rose up from the portal with an minacious front. The edifice was a duomo, but not like any cathedral seen on Earth. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with gazillion of symbolisation painted across the paries. Instead of depicting backer and saints, the emblazon windows on the sides showed brutal picture from the endocarp of Hell, giving a detailed picture of the different forms of torture being experienced by the captive. The doorway was guarded by two statues of diabolical jackals and secured with six intemperate chains, all with barbed radio link. Up above the room access was a pond-sized rose window, with each narrow petallike pane showing a exposure of a human being stretched out with their flesh peeled off and blood spurting from the brawn underneath. Like normal cathedral, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were full-size and fully carved, each in the unconscious process of devouring or raping their human victim. The bell tower of the cathedral was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like Zeus about to throw a lightning bolt. The gong themselves were ribbed like human being chests and bell within were shaped like man skulls. At the very top of the tug, a statue of a Canis aureus with bat wings and goat car horn crouched with the ardour of Hell burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to open, breaking the six chemical chain. Instead of a view of the interior, doors opened up to expose a portal site to Hell. Normally, a Conjuring burying ground was used in Hell as a means of a teleportation gimmick to bring forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever throw away the spell. While it could not wait on as a regular vena portae between the universes, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in blaze in order to bring forward multiple demon at once, but that was all they had the free energy for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten daimon, each with different facial feature article. The starting time had two laughingstock horns with one broken, the second had a head of spiky hair but he had multiple lowly car horn hanging down on his face and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his French horn were both broken, the 4th had his horns coming out of the nook of his mouth like boar ivory, the fifth had two long cornet that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three conic horns on his forehead, the seventh ( and only female ) had two hooked horns hanging down over here optic and yearn black pilus, matted with blood line, the eighth had two goat horns like Abaddon but stood out with a large steel halo going through his low-pitched jaw, the ninth had horns going around his head like a peak, and the tenth had two bull-like horns and his face was decorated with myriad intricate convention carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the demon essentially looked the Saami, down to the shackles on their carpus and the armor-plated doll. Naming them in order of coming into court, Abaddon spoke,

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



"damn it. Do you have any clue 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 onrush was most likely a distraction while he proceeded with some ulterior motive."

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

"Another thing, after the conflict, the mass of New York began to go uncivilized and psychotic. We thought that maybe our original memory rub had failed and that they were still panicking from the destruction, but that theory was crushed by the amount of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summons multiple revulsion obelisk across the city to make his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached Demon levels."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You two understand the police force of the universe far improve than I do, I can't even begin to act like I understand Shangri-la and inferno like you two. But I did meditate theoretical physics and I was a big fantasy reader when I was young. I know this sounds stupid, but is it potential that they are trying to weaken the barrier between ground and Hades ?"

"As far as I know, such a thing has never happened. The barriers have always been absolute. But if there was such a way, they would want an anchor, something they could use to tug on this domain and pull it closer to nether region for the barrier to soften,"Gabriel answered, sighing in disbelief that he was discussing such matter with a mere human.

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been to a greater extent hatred in the world than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political grandiosity that is as toxic as barrage fire acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the constabulary because the robust CEOs and corrupt bankers sent America into a recession, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a tenner that causes only misery, and every day, masses are becoming demented and more extreme point. What if that's the backbone you're talking about ? What if Earth, or America, or even this metropolis, is generating so much hatred and negative energy that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

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

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

"How many times have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the tens of thousands, right ?"Selene asked with a very good note. Baltoh lowered his hand and looked at her with widely eyes.

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

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

"I can only theorize, ism is as far as we can get in this suit. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into existence as a demon filled with hatred, then gained Archangel powers. Could it be that the world power of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each other like magnets, and your power to pass between attribute is basically poke holes in the roadblock between them ?"

Baltoh's external respiration was grueling as he considered such a possibility.

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

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

"If they are harnessing some kind of energy that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their approach is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might suffer started only recently or were only aware of a fraction of your jump. We can't be sure how much of your get-up-and-go they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would feature summoned the entire forces of hell, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the barrier, I think they are trying to bust a door through it, a permanent one that will connect terra firma and Hell completely, and even drag on this stallion 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 work as if nothing was wrong while he and the forces of Heaven continued their search, but she was finding it basically impossible to focus on monthly write up when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well hail to an end. It was late in the morning, as she had originally planned on staying house and spending a romantic and decompress day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the true seriousness of the place. Normally, coming into work so late would risk sending her straight person to the unemployment line of credit, but with how many people were"missing ”, her chief was just happy to birth as many the great unwashed as he could.

Deciding she couldn't direction with the lot of the world on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the waiting room. burnt umber, burnt umber would fix everything.

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

With a grinning, genus Selene walked back a few footmark to Molly's cubicle. The blond 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 conquer a grin.

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

"Not here !"genus Selene hissed, grabbing molly's hand and dragging her to the break elbow room, where they would get some secrecy.

Alone in the break room, Molly turned to Selene with an rapt smiling."Details miss ! I need inside information !"

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

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

"Like a stallion, and I really mean an actual stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack unchanging with a award-winner buck on methamphetamine,"she groaned, fanning herself as memories of the Nox brought waving of hot arousal.

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

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

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

Selene gained a angelical grinning."I know I have."

Both women were suddenly knocked to the ground as earthquake-level earth tremor rocked the construction down to its foundations. Molly screamed in shock as the cabinets exploded and ceiling panel rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was simmer down and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring palpitation, Baltoh came crashing through the paries and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

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

"damn it, Selene !"

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

"Are you really like a stallion ?"mollie then asked, ineffectual to believe 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 indorsement of oceanic abyss external respiration, he finally became relax."Well it's not like I did too very much to hide my existence, plus I can always pass over her memories."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a confident grinning and chuckled.

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

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

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

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



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female devil, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Angelica Archangelica Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a distaff Archangel with a literally sweet cheek and long scarlet hair. While her lulu would immediately belt down a lesser man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearing, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as genus Selene and invulnerable to time. The other five Demons were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

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

"well the ten of you ambushing me isn't very mediocre, sorry if I was caught by surprise. But don't concern, I'm back to total strength."

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

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

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

The demon pushed against Baltoh's extension with all their strength, trying to at to the lowest degree describe blood, all while the fiend Amon bellow them tried to unloosen himself from Baltoh's tail, which was wrapped around him like a square jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his rump, instantly crushing the Demon in his handle as if his body were a banana and sending blood and bits of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his left over monster flank, giving him a absolved sight of the opposition to his blue left wing. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his sword at the Demon's case and cut a sloped incision through his skull. The wounding was actually cauterized by the speed and friction of the attack as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The early three Demons quickly retreated in fearfulness and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged blade. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the onrush with the back of his hand as if it were little more than the dot of a optical maser Spanish pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the Chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the monster towards him. Reaching out like a moth-eaten machine, he stabbed Lilith through the chest with his claws, sending his hand bursting out of her back with her shattered spine and tear up bosom in his grip and pedigree spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited rakehell, he chopped her head off.

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

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

Rising up from a portal to Hell, a house-sized black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in conjuration and ablaze with the flames from the dark abyss. The skull opened its back talk and outstretched its shameful forked tongue, secured on which was a mediaeval rack, coated in parentage with bond in the recession. The shackles were secured to the rack with bladed chain and the interiors were lined with thorny nails.

Like the clapper of frogs, the hamper reached out from the corners of the rack and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him howl in bother as the sail through dug into his flesh and sent parentage flowing freely. The shackles yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody rack and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the rack, holding the oddment of barbed wires that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The work force moved back and forth, covering him in layer upon layer of barbed wires and even threading them through his anatomy like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to stiffen against him, and the hamper began to pull back into the corners, tugging on his limbs. Mantus gave one terminal scream of excruciating pain before the bond ripped his tree branch from their sockets and the web of barbed conducting wire cut through his body like the blades of a meat grinder, spraying pedigree, pause os, and liquefied soma sprayed in all focus like lava from an erupting volcano.

The interior of the black skulls mouth was suddenly filled with tight fire and the knife was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcase of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

"Retreat !"one of the Demons, known as Pan, shouted out.

All of the ogre turned to fly, but before Pan could follow his own Bible, Baltoh aimed his bridge player at him."Demon Art : hook smoke !"

Firing from the tips of his finger like slugs from five machine gun turret, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The century of penetrating bullets washed over Pan, filling him with more gob than a dish sponger and ripping the life from him.

"Five devil killed in to a lesser extent than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb Logos of squawk, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our integral plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the tatty intensity possible, scolding the monster as if they were offspring 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 destruction with his Lucille Ball !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the fuckhead that didn't insure his tracks and let that traitor follow him to Earth !"bile defended, drawing a pearl scimitar from his second joint and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even make love if this is potential know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the luck of success ! We can't even summon any More Demons, we used the conclusion of the energy left behind by Baltoh getting you by-blow here ! Unless he jumps back and forth between earthly concern an Hell a few hundred time, there is no way to call for reinforcements !

Our luck were slim and you retards knocked it down to screwed ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make certain that it comes down on all of your asses ten plication !"

"So what the Inferno are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his tabernacle."We are going to lay low and make every planning we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing the great unwashed, you all lost that privilege. At to the lowest degree we'll have the time to make certainly that everything that can be done will done. We just have to hope that the rite can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the forces of nirvana, that I think we'll have to bring out trump card before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his dead body was the Same as when he was born, his nous and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more complex person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled felicity between them, the world around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the Demons'further intervention, New York and the world beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their actions, the military group of hellhole had awoken the most extreme desires and prejudices in society. Out in the streets, dissenter were battling pig, Christians were attacking and killing Moslem in the streets, and rightist psychos were bombing everything from Planned Parenthoods to gay BAR. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New House of York was triggering similar destabilisation across the state and even across the orb, setting the world on fire and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her back to him as she bounced up and down on his muscular phallus as if it were an example ball. Her tits were bouncing beautifully with each peak and free fall, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to delve far deeper into her hot wet kitty-cat than the initiatory sentence, probing new sheepfold and corners and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New York was already good repaired from the conflict, and Molly was unconscious in her apartment, having had her storage wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the rich erotic clapping of Selene's bare ass and firm second joint against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric groan, and the tail of her bouncing breast against the far wall, cast by the luminousness of the setting sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My leg are on fire and I'm so outwear,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hr, something that no regular human male would be able to do.

"Don't headache, I'll take forethought of the rest."

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a blowup doll and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his full cock up into her body and making her scream in shock and joy at the unfathomable penetration. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his throb phallus up into her with the speed and power of a jackhammer, completely taking away all feeling in her legs and making her wonder how she would ever be able to walk ever again after such a gruelling fucking. Baltoh's scrotum and member were basically a fuzz as he moved with the speed of a machine, and both lovers half-expected gage to begin wafting from Selene's puss from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unequaled throb, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its limits but staying just as soft and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to exert her residue, the busty beauty was moaning in bliss and rubbing the tumefy mouth of her kitty-cat, barely able to tell when he was in or out of her due to the heavy size and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty minutes, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to take in his breathing place. Still not gratify, Selene turned around and leaned over with a grinning, kissing Baltoh on the back talk while she slowly and gently rocked back and Forth on his dick, bending it as it flexed in and out of her snatch. After the buss, she raised her body and he began sucking on her breasts with zest, savoring the penchant and feel of her soft anatomy and the egotistic shape of her mamilla in his mouth. As she moved back and forth on his cock, he had his hands on her perfect ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several minutes until Selene finally dismounted him.

"seminal fluid on honey, polish off me off with that sweet-smelling lingua of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his human face.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's prick due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the flawless curves of her ass, the toned shapely boldness, her hairless stretched cunt, and of row her unswayed anus. Wrapping his subdivision around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female person equivalence to the statue of St. David and the homo superior to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussy like a dog in a goober butter jar, slurping on her succus with relish and massaging her bruised insides with his tongue. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the best blowjob possible, stroking the shaft with one handwriting when it wasn't in her mouth and using her former hand to rub down his glob. On the floor below, his can was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her glossa, back talk, and face.

Gently slithering through genus Selene's pussy with his tongue, Baltoh was capable to stir her in ways that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the smallest poke or tremble of the forked appendage, he could make her unanimous eubstance jerk in ecstasy and created a flood of her yummy pussycat juice. It didn't take lots to drive her over the edge. After just a few minutes of eating her out, he could find out that signature orgasmic moan beginning rising, while suppressed of line by his stopcock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to judder, giving Selene all the mind up she needed. Both devotee doubled their cause, Baltoh groaning as genus Selene tickled the heading of his cock ceaselessly with her tongue and Selene moaning as she felt his gentle wet tongue soothing her aching slit like a big bowling ball of ice pick after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's face was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's logic gate of paradise, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the other end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's prick as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked beam, finally prompting him to literally erupt into a volcano of seed, flooding her throat to the stage that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating cock out like an awakened coma patient pulling out a alimentation electron tube and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's seed. Her oral fissure was devoid of seminal fluid 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 naked consistence cooled.

"You are the most beautiful affair I have ever seen, your body will never bomb to dumbfound and arouse me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all other men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be able-bodied to lessen asleep holding you again, but after last nighttime, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes priority ; after all, you're saving the world. Just remember that I'm here, and if you ever want to rest for a few hours, I'm always fix to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered Selene's head that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely prevent her rima oris shut."Baltoh, is it possible to restore memories that you or another saint has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."Sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when sentence passes. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her tongue to hold back from speaking without her mind's permission. This thought process had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug chomp that she could not give up scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past ?

"That adult female who knew your figure back at the business office, she's my Quaker, mollie. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a III ?"

Baltoh needed to list against the window, trying to regain his mental presence from the question."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my heart to you, genus Selene, a pith that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading fall illuminate her naked soundbox."I don't want you to love her, I'm not asking you to own notion for her. But making lovemaking to you and having sex with her would produce me happy, plus I think a lilliputian fun and pleasure would avail you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to unbend a little, just enough so that you can have sex what it's like to be happy without beheading a monster. You are unequaled and that is why I love you. I don't want to commute you, I just want to fall in you the option of being at heartsease, and this is one affair that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her script on his chest of drawers.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an vacuous back street, scribbling incantations on the flat coat in human blood that he was reading off a plane of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling torment as he tried to stay fresh count of the symbolisation and remember their specific order. There were thousands of different symbolization, all drawn around a gang that was a hundred metrical foot in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the walls of the buildings on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to check in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the inferno am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this spell clobber,"he complained.

"These symbols will redeem you valuable time and probably your life. When I first summoned a Horror dagger to this realm, I memorized the Energy Department equation needed to compensate for the different dimensional factor and altered it for this situation. These symbols are the equation in a written form. Using this arrangement of incantations, the magic spell will conduct a fraction of the time and energy it would normally want without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to con thousands of symbols, flawlessly alter the equality, and then write it down for you neophyte. Keep working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and kill you if I see you."The red-haired Angelica Archangelica said, looking out over the city from the roof of an office building. Of all the Archangels in New York, she was the young, being just over half a one C old with the soundbox 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 problem for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosmarinus officinalis, to tattle to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her smart blue eyes.

"What do you conceive I am, not just as a mortal, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the only Angelica Archangelica 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 positive force-out in the creation, but you wanted to do more than fighting by my incline, you wanted to inhabit by my side of meat as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making rosemary's long red haircloth flicker and Baltoh's burning aureole shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the inadequate rampart lining the roof with Rosmarinus officinalis, but she turned around.

"Do you remember those years we spent in underworld together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie Archangel, a bright-eyed rookie with dreams of changing the world."

Rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help oneself subside the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their bit. Of course of study it wasn't that promiscuous and I was brought close to death more times than I could weigh. I remember it so clearly, falling to the ground, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of daemon. As I listened to them talk about how they planned to ravish and kill me, I tried to shape a I spark of vigour so that I could teleport out of underworld. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single swing of your sword.

You healed my wound, helped me regain my strength, and taught me about hellhole. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was grateful to you for saving my life. I could consume left any metre, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how long I had before they would discover my disappearance in Heaven, but in Hell, it was three grand old age. I was desperate to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a unity fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in beloved before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in parliamentary law for you to make ever felt that way about me, you had to give birth studied me and watched me closely. You had to ingest analyzed me, and because of that, you know me expert than to the highest degree others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, think ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my touch. I was denied even a single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human being, I know. I saw you two kiss in that edifice. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just alright on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that about men pray to get and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but wrath, I know that it is a woman's heart and judgement that must be unlocked in a kinship, while the man is always unforced. That's basically the status quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original inquiry ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his position and looking into the snap the way she had done.

She raised her hired hand and gently brushed her diffuse fingerbreadth against the side of his face."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomalousness. Maybe Yahweh does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a soul, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't result that query, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find out how much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first gear place."

Rosmarinus officinalis was silent for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Angelica Archangelica and a ogre, a combination of the two ultimate supernatural beingness, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless human. You were brought to liveliness through death and ire of zillion of killer whale who slew evil in the gens of justice and sought that jurist through murder. She on the other hand is a vivacious and caring woman, who I imagine is entire of honey and muscularity. She's your exact diametrical in every way.

I think the ground why you are with her is because you are trying to bump repose and balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the Inner Light of Angelica Archangelica might and the iniquity of demon office, your heart is trying to find balance between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the feel of love and felicity that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his regard, letting her give-and-take sink in.

"sentence in Heaven does not give as quickly as it does in Scheol, every day here on Earth is a day in Heaven and a class in the pits. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eons with your someone filled with null but ira and a thirst for battle, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that angriness go ? Don't you think it's time for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly neediness my advice, then here it is : give this womanhood what she wants. If she is truly leave to be open when no other woman would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that open as well. For once Baltoh, close your wing and open your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"hold,"Rosemary said, drawing his attending back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you need ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one buss,"she said with a small grinning as she walked over to him.

"rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his sassing and silenced him."Just a single kiss, zippo more. Please, just let me eff what it's like ; let me know what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a abstruse breath in reply. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rosmarinus officinalis stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an gas-tight seal with their back talk. For several s, their sassing joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosmarinus officinalis stepped back with a grin on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. Thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rare smiles and nodded before taking off, feeling much right than he had before.



molly was sitting at Selene's island mesa with her mouthpiece hanging open and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his burn bridge player wrapped around her head, using his powers to restore the retentivity that he had originally erased. Molly had no idea what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her flat for an evening of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him place his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a while for genus Selene and Baltoh to shape up the bravery to call for her and effort to retrieve her memories for a three, but after genus Selene ended the call, she could finger her libido showtime to shimmer as store came rushing back like the juices of an orgasm and mixing with the arising fantasies. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more emotional, she began recounting the story of her first of all pass with mollie to Baltoh.

At initiative he was skeptical and withdrawn at the musical theme of affair with this stranger, intimacy itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that Nox on the business office floor with particularly vivid detail, he could feel his own sex drive growing in strength and desire. Standing beside this cleaning woman, restoring her remembering, Baltoh let his regard wander up and down her curved bod. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to attend forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the substantial reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing Molly's plentiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a minor laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a slothful smile and let her eyes drift up Molly's design, the chassis that she was intimately familiar with."Some well-disposed payback I guess. Alcohol doesn't give citizenry unlike personalities ; it shows a small role of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our nookie and our unfeigned colors were played out and it seems some part of me enjoys being with char and some share of mollie wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each other's legs was one of the most gratifying times of my life, but regardless, Molly did take vantage of me. I want to penalize her, but I hold no grudge against her and palpate nothing but the care of our friendship, so I want to penalise her in a way we can all savour. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this metre, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my orders and take it as difficult as I want her to. But she is my admirer and I love her, so I want us all to be felicitous. 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 cosmos that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the sight and sound of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosemary said : she is being this open so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her animation, in her phantasy, in her plans of the future tense. She wants me to be a part of every deep dark secret she has, because that's how much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous lovingness fill his heart as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing molly and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her feet and looked around wildly, more confused than the night she discovered peach schnapps. She looked at genus Selene, gripping the slope of the tabular array as if an earthquake was shaking the edifice. The computer storage of Baltoh crashing through the post building and Selene revealing his individuality was flashing in her mind like a strobe light. Selene's lustrous cat valium oculus kept flickering up and down, holding Molly's pretty blue sky and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to recall every point of the winged man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each second that passed by, Molly became more wild and confused, eventually coming to the point that Selene feared that she was going to stimulate a complete mental breakdown. Looking past Molly at the invisible Baltoh, Selene nodded with a rocklike formula. molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his farsighted tail around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial joy of feeling her body. He became seeable and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her neck opening. The beautiful blonde was completely terrorise and looked straight ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making Molly shiver.

"molly, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast wings into her peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all slope and placed his hands on her bare weapon, gently dragging his claws against her sleek flesh and giving her goose gibbosity. He leaned his head past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious expression he was wearing. She noted the grayish cutis, the silvern eyes, the burning annulus above his headspring, and the boilersuit handsomeness of his appearance, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

She shivered at his words, but not out of awe.

From there, genus Selene summarized near of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from Hell, how he was born as a Demon and gained garden angelica powerfulness, his war with the forces of darkness and his bloody feud with the forcefulness of Heaven, what he was doing on Earth, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to keep her from asking foster question. As she spoke, Baltoh's breathing space was gently blowing on molly's neck opening and bare articulatio humeri as he sampled her sweet perfume and the tone of her sonant flesh.

He was starting to like this girl ; he could experience his sexual desire for her growing in power. It was not as focused and emotionally complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, Molly became less fearful and more dying. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but powerful tail squeezing and rubbing against her dead body was replacing her archetype terror with sexual excitement.

"Molly, do you think back what I said when we were at the part ? What I described ?"Selene said, walking around the island tabular array and leaning against it.

mollie bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could ingest a triplet, do you retrieve ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

mollie nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her expression inch from mollie's.

The steamy blonde nodded a thirdly time, now with a coy smile. In reply, genus Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their sassing join and sort out over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erection reaching its full phase of the moon size and pressed it against Molly's rear, making her wiggle in desire and lust 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 cheek and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Their clapper danced around each other while their backtalk met like crashing waves, all while mollie hungrily watched them. After only half a mo, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His tenacious forked natural language slowly reached out like a enamour Hydra, making Molly's center widen. He flitted his lingua between her fortunate lips and slid it in, tasting the inside of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their mouth touched and they began making out with Molly deep-throating Baltoh's spit.

Suddenly, mollie jerked and emitted a moan of pleasure. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist G-string, and was rubbing her vanilla extract slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the bedroom,"Selene purred, feeling the unique sexual impulse from the night of the Christmas political party returning.

Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her foot and carried her with only his tail. Retracting his wing into his spinal column, he followed Selene into the bedroom and lowered molly onto the bed, who was filled with both panic at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual excitement as the legion of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a step back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked mouth with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the quondam undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two au naturel woman were pressed against each other. Without clothes in the way, Selene slid her hired man down mollie's flat belly and began working her fingers between her stage, getting the lenient pale lips as wet as potential while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

Watching genus Selene and Molly's tongues rub against each other in an inunct saltation between their backtalk, Baltoh could no longer hold his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own wearing apparel, instantly catching a athirst look from molly as she laid eyes on his powerful erection. His ass swishing and jump behind him in hullabaloo, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her legs wide to invite him and Selene moved her hand, granting him access to the blonde stunner's logic gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking confirmation one go time that she wanted this. Selene ended her osculate and nodded to him, causing molly to front down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his foresightful pronged tongue and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. Molly's breathing became fast and weighed down and she bit her lip as the two tips of his glossa gently touched her soft build, taking an initial taste of her juices. Baltoh licked her a second time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shiver in the teasing euphory of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his lingua into her, making commit a strident whimper of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his clapper around and side to side in her velvet arm while he worked his lips against the entree, stimulating her button in ways that she had never before experient. Molly moaned in disco biscuit, ineffectual to comprehend the pleasure that he was giving her. At her groan, Selene got up on her stifle with Molly's head resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her facial expression. mollie hungrily took them with her sass, sucking on her left tit and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her ally excite the nerve endings with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her head back, letting the warm jubilation roster over while she flexed her fingers in her puss, taking them out after every other minute of arc to bat off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"Molly begged, releasing Selene's wet mammilla.

With his face buried between Molly's legs, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burning halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in takings, retracting his natural language and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juices were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would get been the best coming of my sprightliness !"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 brim.

Baltoh sat up on his pegleg and lifted his peter, pointing it decent at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"genus Selene aggressively purred.

mollie licked her sass and got on her hands and knee with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his penis, ineffectual to even touch her fingers to her thumb. She moved her hand back and forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the promontory just inches from her face. She slowly took the point in her oral cavity, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickling and feeling every centimeter of the hot hide, flitting and wiggling it in the puss at the top and working it under the ridge above the starting time of the spear. Molly began bobbing her headland back and Forth, trying to see how lots of Baltoh's shaft she could aim with the tip prodding the rachis of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden upheaval came out of impact from Selene's action at law. With most of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, Selene was forced to lay sidewise across her pillow. She had a coy grinning on her typeface, having just inserted her finger into Molly's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the squiffy orifice, taking great pleasure in watching mollie wiggle. She then removed her finger and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it clear. Taking the first step, she spread mollie's ass boldness and pressed her backtalk against her anus while inserting her lingua. molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of genus Selene's tongue stirring her prick and the wetness of her mouth mixing with the wetness of her blotto anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's asshole, Selene worked her finger's breadth in her cunt, often stopping to go the pussy juice into Molly's anus. When she did this, she would move out her backtalk and work her fingers into the ring, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would go around her anus with her digit and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a ashen ball of saliva nestled right the sensitive plication of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, Molly would often look at Baltoh's cock out of her mouth, just so that she could spit on the head and then rub her saliva across the shaft. She would smudge his prick across her fount, coating herself in her spittle and Baltoh's pre-cum like physical composition, and put it back in her mouth, where her top dog would bob back and Forth as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, Selene got up and lied beside molly, who relinquished Baltoh's hammer. Selene hungrily took it, licking the irradiation and top dog slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most pleasant-tasting Popsicle on Earth. With a warmly grin, Baltoh reached down and brushed her pilus, making her looking at at him with love and happiness in her eyes. She took his cock out of her mouth and gave it back to Molly, who took great joy in licking off genus Selene's spit.

Selene then turned around and lied on her book binding with her pegleg ranch. molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a foresighted and passionate osculation to show that his touch for her were in no way affected by mollie's presence, and Selene returned the kiss to answer the message. With a smile, he sat on his hound and put it prance right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric joy and hurting as the mesomorphic genus Phallus penetrated her like a clenched fist, making her arch her backrest and grip the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his cock lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the rosehip and began driving deep into her with retentive herculean thrusts, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her pussy to the required power point. Beside them, Molly was fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, staring at Selene with enviousness and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action at law, she swung her leg over Selene's head and began straddling her side in the same way genus Selene had rode hers during the Christmas party. Selene grabbed Molly's glorious ass and gorged herself on her snatch, making the blonde have to tip over on all tetrad from the paralyzing Wave of joy genus Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's cunt like a motorcar, making the bed creaking like a room full of rocking chairs and genus Selene's tits bouncing and bankroll like two urine balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her leg around him while he sucked on her breasts, all the while fucking her with right swinging of his pelvic arch. His knife-like prickly nates was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his headway, looking at Molly's round ass less than half a foot from his look. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way genus Selene had done and pressed his lips against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his sass. From the incredible stimulation in her cunt and son of a bitch, molly was moaning in delight, gyrating her hips while genus Selene feasted on her yummy cunt and Baltoh licked every corner of her asshole with the cheeks rubbing against his face, loving the emptiness taste.

"Oh god !"mollie cried out, having an coming that shook her to the point that she thought that she would strike apart like a house of cards.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop licking as she experienced an anatomic earthquake of sultry satisfaction. As the orgasm came to an end, Molly dismounted Selene as if her typeface was a bike and she had just ridden in the turn De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her pussy. Selene sat up, her human face and hair wet with molly's succus, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh please fuck me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at mollie, Selene smiled and pressed her impertinence against Baltoh's."Give 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 heart. Reaching out with his tail assembly, he picked up Molly as if she were as light as air and lowered her onto his lap cladding him. Shaky with excitement, Molly grasped his prick and guided it to her pussy, fearful at having never taken one so tumid and wondering how it would even fit. She had to lift herself up off her knees just to get on top of it.

mollie pressed the head against her lip and tried to guide on it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size. Gripping her by the hips, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her scream as if she had just been stabbed. molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to process the Brobdingnagian shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to turn over her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy feeling her face, finally getting back at her for the company.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a pinnace kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and take root down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to make, probing her cunt with his glossa and working his lips against the incoming. With her whole trunk shaking, mollie began shifting back and Forth River to the sides, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her friend with a long and gentle kiss. Their tongues passed their back talk and began to swirl and wrap up around each other, forming glistening togs of wetness between their sassing. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this position, the more up-and-coming Molly was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to support a few inch of bouncing.

sightedness that molly was now getting used to it, genus Selene wanted to get hold of it to the following point. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juices off his face."Make her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned Molly around on his cock so that her dorsum was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected cause. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her sidesplitter in pain sensation like the first clip. 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 clock time with some pleasure in her spokesperson. He lifted her up a 3rd time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a grinning, he began moving her like a elephantine fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little effort. It took her a while, but in clip, she began to take immeasurable pleasure in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her body and lifting her up and down, mollie was rubbing her pussy in cloud nine, which was stretched to its out-and-out maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh screw !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sweat off her defenseless body.

Holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own eubstance, jabbing up into her like a plunger so quickly that his ball sack was an indistinguishable blur. molly's scream and moans were silenced and replaced with a thick gagging sound. Her eyes rolled back into her fountainhead and her body became gimp as she tried to sue the intense hotshot blasting through her vena. Baltoh's stopcock was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her branch were completely numb. This was human race beyond any fucking she had ever received with a human being, and her physical structure could barely cope with the dynamic pounding that Baltoh's bulging humanity was inflicting on her. The crude slamming of her bitch brought about sexual climax after sexual climax until Baltoh finally had to stop to catch his breath. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't worry, she's fine. I kept a close eye on her physical and mental state to score certainly I didn't endanger her or inflict any existent impairment. Her Einstein has just been completely overwhelmed by the sentience she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasms she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced seizure. It's completely harmless, her brain is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, genus Selene licked her sassing and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her supporter's heart and soul off his cock. After slurping up every dip of pussy succus, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood as if it were a coin-operated ride. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her pussy like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten minutes, molly began to stir, waking back up. Hearing her hums of exhaustion, genus Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of Molly, rubbing her breasts against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whine in pleasure and her heart thunderbolt subject.

As Baltoh moved back and off inside Molly, Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their bare torso together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"Molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her pussycat didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slide his rooster between her house ass cheeks like a frankfurter in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feel of her soft flesh as he diverted the pass back into genus Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of Molly, Selene purred as her cunt was stretched like a India rubber band and her unctuous juices dripped into mollie's circularize ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could keep grinding his turncock in between Molly's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the master event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire cock into her hungry kitty. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast right strokes, Selene couldn't stop herself from moaning in ecstasy. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked physical structure rubbing and jiggling against hers, molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal input.

"That's right baby, be intimate me !"Selene groaned as her hot pants made her bold and excited.

After a few proceedings of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening cock into her deliciously soft kitty, using the wetness from genus Selene as lubricant.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full hurrying while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning fair sex, fucking one for several moment before moving to the early. As they took turns being fucked, Selene and Molly were running their hands and touching themselves, though with mollie having her back to Selene, she had to mostly satisfy herself with rubbing her own kitty-cat or fingering her fan'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 hammer out of Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a crack whore, mollie turned and tried to lick Baltoh's slam, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"Molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a boastfully clump of spitting. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her Friend's spit and vaginal fluids as if her life depended on it. While Molly blew Baltoh, Selene was on all quaternity by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, sister, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The loan-blend bit his lip in nervousness as the signification hit him like a slap from a wet hand, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his tool in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the in conclusion thing he wanted to do was stimulate the woman he loved any physical uncomfortableness, her words did collapse him an easing warmth. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no Lie, neither to him or herself. She truly did entrust him and do it him.

Molly sat back, a look of astonishment on her fount as she realized that now was her time to provide the two lovers with some outer space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a crinkle of buss up her back and along her shoulder and neck, making her purr at his trace."Are you sure enough 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 a good deal I love challenges. Any pain sensation I will feel will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the spinal column of the ear and then sat up.

"delay, let me help,"Molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's ebony ass face and stretched her asshole with her middle fingers. Convulsing her boldness, Molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into genus Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a small stream flowed down in between the damp rim of her pussy. Taking a late breath, Baltoh pressed the headspring of his cock against her oiled asshole and slowly tried to crowd it in. Immediately, he grunted from the niggardliness of her SOB. He couldn't even fit the head in ; it was like trying to fuck a safety band for a lobster nipper. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making genus Selene whine and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every ball of saliva she could gather onto the head of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a prospicient crack cocaine in the floor with his tooshie as he finally managed to pop the straits of his hammer into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small-scale. Selene had her face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a dentition dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slow down.

Now that he had worked the nous in, the hardest division was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and molly had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push forward, millimeter by millimetre, biting his lip as he tried to resist the parsimony while Molly supportably spread Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her fuzz, kissing her naked flesh, and even working her finger's breadth between genus Selene's pegleg.

Time passed, the minutes on the Selene's bedside consternation rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to impress. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could penetrate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her cheek as if checking for a fever.

"I'm fine, just be gentle,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her low-pitched rear, giving Selene a minute of arc to get accustomed to the great mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to pull out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her shake and wince. Keeping his forefront inside, he came to a stop and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her read/write head up and gripped the position of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to move slowly, Baltoh could finally ingest annotation of how sound her anus felt. While her snatch had not nearly been as tight and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his cock. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all incline 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 minute before retracting his penis, this fourth dimension pulling it back in a single stroke. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasance and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's turncock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that look so good. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her psyche down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft kiss on her cover and stood up, unable to fuck her on his human knee due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to guide up a slow and unwavering rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his humanness. Standing up over her, he was almost jump as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in long tiresome virgule, turning her hum into groan of bliss that were slowly growing in book as he grew in velocity. While he rocked her globe, Molly was behind her with her look buried in Selene's exposed cunt, taking the opportunity to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fast pace and the flat was filled with the phone of Selene's ass slapping against his second joint and her brilliant moans of pleasure, both from the anal insight and her unspoiled friend gorging herself on her hot, wet catch. The bed was creaking like an old family as it struggled to handle the downwardly slams of Baltoh plunging into Selene's cocksucker. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her asshole with such swiftness and power that it would forever be as loose as a yoke of sweat pants. Selene was giving a ceaseless belly laugh of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all feel from the waist down except the esthesis of unbelievable pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless sensation shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as limp as rag and collapsed on her incline, panting heavily and trying not to elapse out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping open and refused to give back to its master copy size. He pointed it downwards and mollie hungrily took it in her oral fissure, cryptic throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavoring of Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thick finish of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn. I want you to fuck my ass just like you fucked hers,"Molly said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a moment to rest. She deserves to experience as good as I did."

Molly moved to the pes of the bed and got on all 4, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass nerve and pulled the annulus open so that Baltoh could ptyalize into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't worry, it won't be as hard as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a aphrodisiac wink.

Baltoh gave a tired smile and got back on his knee joint, moving over to her and pressing the read/write head of his dick against her asshole. Gritting his dentition against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with mollie hollering in Adam. While she was still incredibly rigorous, she had been right when she said that she was sluttish than Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal retentive sex. However, Baltoh's size of it was completely new to her, as her holler were mixed with screeching of painfulness.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with Selene. Gripping Molly's hip joint, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her representative to increase in volume while his speeding slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thighs with the same glorious clapping strait as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in delight and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his utmost speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her looker, the sweet smile on her grimace, and the unequaled love in her centre. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the buss, Baltoh went up to his top f number, fucking Molly's arsehole so hard and so fast that the sound she was making almost sounded inhuman and the putz of his cock could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while genus Selene gently ran her handwriting across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly loud cry as Baltoh gave her a earsplitting orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping crater. molly collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with genus Selene beside him.

"I can't hold out much longer. My stamina has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"funny, you've been fighting nonstop flight for chiliad of twelvemonth, but a mates char from Earth can leave you completely drained,"genus Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the brass. She then looked at her ally."molly, how about we finish him the same way we finish each former ?"

Tired but Sir Thomas More than willing, Molly sat up with a grin."I'd love life to."

With molly to his rightfulness and genus Selene to his left wing, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two women moved closer to each former, interlocking their legs and getting into the scissoring position with Baltoh's cock between their pussies. Gyrating their hips, the two fair sex began grinding the brim of their cunts against the shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became dense as the diffuse skin rubbed against his gumshoe in a way similar to a helping hand job. Just the mental feeling and the look-alike were as good as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and sexual acquaintance. Selene and Molly were groaning softly in pleasance as they grinded his hammer against their swollen kitty, loving the feeling the hot member against the lips, their still second joint rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several wooden-headed stream of seminal fluid shot out and up from the head, far more than any regular homo measure. The white fountain covered genus Selene and mollie's laps, basically glazing their snatch in sperm. Staying pressed together, Selene and mollie slowly scraped the semen off his cock and resettled on his legs, scissoring to the spot of orgasm as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's cum sliding between their smooth wet twat and the softness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two cleaning lady separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the spermatozoan that covered and filled their pussies as if it were deep brown sirup. After every clod 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 heart closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in tired arrangement with their faces buried his chest. With a smiling, Baltoh sat up for a moment to let his extension extend from his body, them wrapped them around the women's au naturel 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 keep back her middle open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always fix and hungry for peter,"mollie replied, giving a small stretch and rubbing her mammilla against Baltoh's bare bureau.

"Oh, we'll definitely pay for you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her fingerbreadth around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't invite me too often,"molly then said.

genus Selene opened her eyes and looked at molly."What's awry ?"

"Nothing. I would love to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in erotic love, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together to the highest degree of the time, and this isn't a relationship for three. view me a once-a-week special."

genus Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blond ravisher and licking Baltoh's ejaculate out of every corner of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your full lower body is completely asleep and you don't think you could endure getting fucked that firmly every day of the workweek, but I also know that you truly hateful that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her sassing, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a grinning, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the lips. Kept warm by his body heat from their defenseless bodies pressed together and the blanket-like annexe, genus Selene and mollie slowly drifted to slumber with their legs wrapped around his thigh and faces buried in his chest. With a smiling on his look, Baltoh rested his boldness against the top of Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hours later in the middle of the night, fully rejuvenated. genus Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the same location, their raw bodies feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his awe were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't splash in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his fundament, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their arms were wrapped around each former's naked bodies, their nipples were touching, and their frontal bone were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his soundbox. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping woman. They both looked so peaceable, so beautiful, and so aphrodisiacal. He desperately wished he could mount under the covers with them and fall down asleep with their bare bodies pressed against his, but after the first Nox he spent with Selene, he could not take chances it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New York City when there were now six ogre that could chance on at any metre. Even with the Archangels around, the decease toll would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the hair out of their faces, smiling as he admired their looker. 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 typeface pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made making love, and to Baltoh, it was the peachy month of his living, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple clip, he and genus Selene would get together and act out that sweet passionate bond. 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 confection soul and tender heart. Selene was very similar in that paying attention, in that nothing could ever quell her desire to sit and suck Baltoh's powerful cock. Sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being insinuate with Baltoh was turning her into a wild harpy, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a monster in the sac. She just couldn't purpose without either walking bowlegged after being razz like a risky maria or was about to be.

Every instant that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving physical Bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as often fourth dimension as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's past and trying to learn as much as he could about the cleaning lady he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to learn as a lot as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to address of, she instead asked him about matter like doctrine, story, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the train in his nous turned. She also asked him questions about the universe of discourse and hellhole, not specifically what Hades itself was like as she had before, but instead about the the great unwashed he had met, the battles he had fought, the risky venture he had experienced, and his retention from life in the inferno. There were also questions about his activity on Earth, as when Selene discovered just how much collected clip he had spent in the globe of the living since his birth, she found that they had a lot to a greater extent to lecture about than she thought.

He also got to spend clock time with Molly, who treated him the like way she treated Selene. His kinship with her was the start of its kind, caring but Platonic. With genus Selene, he had learned to be a fan. With Rosmarinus officinalis, he had learned to be a teacher, and with Molly, she had learned to be a booster. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialize. Then of class there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lovers for threesomes, her thirst for Baltoh's tool and genus Selene's pussycat bringing her to the apartment a few meter a hebdomad. Baltoh certainly didn't mind, as he enjoyed fucking her like a machine, and Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and mollie with her, as if her world was complete.



The six fiend all stood around a belittled campfire of homo bones from their stopping point repast, deep below the metropolis. All centre were on Abaddon, the ogre first appointed to be in charge of this undertaking. Only he could shit the decision for the following footprint to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere good 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 disturbance out on the outskirts. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug junkie passed out in an alley, only to have his attention drawn back to Selene's apartment through the feather he had given her. Through the radio link between he and Selene, he could sense great fear and botheration, and knew without a shadower of a question that she was being attacked. Just minute ago, he had been in another threesome with her and mollie, and now both fair sex 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, firm than the void of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so very much big businessman that every window in the edifice lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen folio, essentially turning the space behind him into a rash of deoxyephedrine and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a raging frown as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his sword in hired hand and his tooth and pincer sharpening in his madness. Whoever it was that dared attack Selene, he would score them suffer the twisting of infernal region a yard times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment edifice had been brutally murdered and genus Selene's unit was in ruins, with all the furniture smashed to firearm and the walls shredded with claw marker. Selene was gone and in the middle of the apartment lay mollie, the life torn from her tortured body. The island table had been ripped release of the kitchen story and moved into the heart of the den, with the slain sweetheart sprawled out on it as if it were a chivalric straining wheel, her radiocarpal joint and ankle joint nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's exanimate corpse, his eyes wide and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the spoiled twisting of Hell, but seeing her, the woman he considered his pricy Quaker and had been physically familiar 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 stop where her pelvic girdle was crushed into splinter and her legs were barely clinging to her physical structure. Her thighs as ass buttock were riddled with bite chump and had glob ripped out of them from when the ogre decided to sample her soft flesh. Her breasts had been reduced to thick bloody strips, having been carved and cut up in pointless overrefinement to take a shit her suffer. Her fingerbreadth were break away and her munition were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with burred wire. Her drumhead was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow Demon sperm. Her face had been ripped open, nigh in all likelihood by stroke when the monster took turns raping her oral cavity. Her eyelids had been cut off so that she could not blink and the eyes themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth sucker along her throat. hold out but certainly not least, her case was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by Demon spermatozoon being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His manus shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted mollie's exanimate 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 avenge you, scented soul,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his forehead.

In his center, the tactual sensation he had developed for her were now like poison in his vein as he mourned her overtaking. However they did it, the Demons had tortured Molly far longsighted than the signaling of Selene's danger had been felt. almost likely, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a Demon spell. Everyone in the flat edifice had been killed so that the constabulary wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been capable to arrest the Demons, but they would take in been an annoyance and an interruption. After all the aeon he had spent being tortured in pit as a legion of human souls, he could well imagine the pain she had experienced and the torture in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from Molly by a ringing phone. Situated on one of the stools form the island table, genus Selene's phone sat two meters away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the harshness through the contrast without even holding the phone. Trying to maintain his temper in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a marvelous while of technology that these mankind have invented. The ability to talk to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's voice remarked on the former end.

"You've already signed your death warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will reach you support More agony than all the captive of Hell across all of history. I will inflict more pain on you than your unfit nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain that mollie went through. I will show no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his voice icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't vexation, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girlfriend was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to refer she served as a good example. But hoot, she sure could use up a cock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like rotten melons. Hmmm, toothsome. But the best part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million idea that wash through your nous in which you pray for death."

"I would watch the threat if I were you. We haven't touched Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my tail so that I can feel that body of hers, and boy, it for sure is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her typeface as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breath."What do you want ?"

"Your help. Once the sun comes up in a few time of day, we shall form our motion. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also hold us dependable from the force of Heaven. While we are working, you will go along every Angel 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 spend every second of our liveliness tormenting this fiddling bitch in way learned straight from the original of Torture themselves. She will suffer more than than any human, be or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had secure hold open the Angels busy, because if you fail, genus Selene will consider being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in store for her."



The sun slowly rose with a lustrous rosy red tincture, giving Abaddon a maniacal grin as he thought about the pedigree soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographic inwardness of New House of York City, unseeable to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alleyway, Selene was tied up with the hind end of Abaddon's final stage remain Gargoyle, shivering as the breeze kissed her naked flesh the same way Baltoh had as well as mollie, who's utter body she had stumbled across in her destroy apartment. Her face was streaked with tears at the horrible sight of molly's bloody slaughter carcass and the tactual sensation of fearful helplessness that flowed through her veins like ice water.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and mollie's apparel still on the floor. She got up to calculate for her acquaintance, wanting to go back to sleep clutching Molly's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the tactile sensation of her sonant peel against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to witness Molly and maybe eat small late-night snack off her tit, and instead found her best friend and lesbian fan nailed to her island table, getting her innards ripped out and eaten by four demon while the fifth raped her mouth.
genus Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her bag on her bedside table and just managing to touch the feather and alert 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 base and drinking in the awe 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 booster and praying for the man she loved to fare make unnecessary her. She wanted to shout out, to phone out for mortal to help her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so a good deal as a auditory sensation, he would cut off her tits, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a trench breath and stretched. The prison term had finally come. Dredging up his office, he crouched down and slammed his hired man on the terra firma, casting a spell and sending out an get-up-and-go signal his familiar to do the Lapplander."daemon Art : repulsion Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy story, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the scene. Flying in formation, they zoomed towards the web site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a stony expression on his face and steel in mitt.

Raffaello Sanzio drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the snake pit are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you go by,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his side.

Growling, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the daemon'incline since the beginning !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very strain and guarded look on her aspect but wonder in her eye."No, I am not on the Demons'side. They are holding the cleaning woman I love, and in payoff for her secure return, I must maintain you from interfering. Do not hold it against me, for I am doing this alone to get her back."

"One human is not worth the wholly world !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his blade raised. He swung his brand diagonally, aiming for his cervix, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare manus as if Michael were just a child swinging his teacher's meter ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his brand and plunged it into Michael's chest, right below the heart.

The sword burst out his back and Michael vomited a huge splattering of blood. The other archangel stared in stupor at the merciless wounding and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade free, tearing out strips of Michael's build that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second base time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood streaming from his mouth.

"That should express you how give I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to spill off the blood.



Across the city, in five key detail where the symbols had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the ground, having sensed the sign from Abaddon.
"Demon Art : pit abysm Summoning !"



"Angel Art : holy man Beckon ! All Angel Falls close in on the six Demon localization, intercept their tour at all price !"Gabriel roll, using the trance to contact all the backer in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"saint Art : social reformer duomo Summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its place, a monumental duomo built solely out of a single piece of marble. The windows of the grand Christian church were all colored and ornately arranged to work collage of holy man, made with cold-blooded science and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gemstone. Above the peachy oak doors was a rose windowpane, made of glass mixed with gold and silver to form a sun surrounded by whiz. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angels, all in poses of orison or charity, and the bell tower was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their swords in hired man but resting with the tips on the ground, as if they were waiting for engagement. At the very top of the tower was a clay squab, holding an European olive tree leg in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby buildings fled at the pilot structure's collapse. Slowly, the threshold opened and angel streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scene. The Crusading cathedral worked on Angels in the same way the conjury Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of beingness to help whoever had summoned the duomo. In this casing, all the Angels that were on their way to try and finish the Demons had now been teleported to the scene of the fight.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."Angel Art : Rosary Restraints."Countless Ernst Boris Chain of prayer beads beads were shot down at the Angels, tying them all up so that they could not leave and set on the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep Selene safe, even if that means taking persona in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his brand and about to charge.

"Wait,"Rosemary said, putting her manus on Gabriel's shoulder to bar him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the fiend try to destroy the ground, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the woman you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to give up the obligation beset upon us, so let's arrest controversy and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each suit adequate in worthiness !"she said with unspeakable resolve in her representative. Holding out her hand, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more judgment. You will sustain nothing against us and we will hold nothing against you. We fight with honor, using only our swords, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Archangels flew towards him and brought their blade down towards his top dog, but he blocked them with his own with little endeavor. His derriere suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a mouse attack from behind. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a oceanic abyss slash across their stomach and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the flat coat, rosemary quickly cast a healing spell on herself. While her physical body and dress stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his hood, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not gather our gaze ? Are you afraid to front upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."saint Art : Halo saucer !"she called, pulling a chain of nimbus from the one above her head and throwing them at him.

"daimon Art : Tombstone cuticle,"Baltoh said in little Sir Thomas More than a whisper.

A table-sized grave marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the thrown ring. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a hysteria of stabs and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"monster Art : Dark Shackles."From the metal band around his wrist, respective bladed chains dissipate forth like a flip net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you fight us now with so much shame when you have shown no hesitation in striking down an Archangel before ? Why do you overpower us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three solar day ?'rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of feathering Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the attack. Rosemary shot forward with clean flames streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting king. Baltoh opened up his defenses to stymy her blast, deflecting the strike with a lazy swing of his blade, still keeping his face cast in phantasm. Moving silently, Raffaello Santi attacked from behind. Like Rosmarinus officinalis, his sword was burning with egg white fire, increasing the penetrating mogul so that it could go even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the loan-blend's back, lodging the tip in the solid musculus but ineffectual to go in retiring the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the shock but showed no reply to it, as if he hadn't even felt the blade pierce his anatomy. Instead, he pointed his finger at Rosemary with a black area of Energy charging at the tip of his chela."daimon Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a slow eruption of vestige vim that was so vauntingly in diam that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her flesh badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed framework of the remains of her outfit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us strike you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to block off our attacks or penalize yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raffaello Santi, pulling the steel from his hand with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical telephone line down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and unable to maintain his top, Raphael landed in the street in a kitty of his own blood.

Baltoh looked to the position, spotting Michael trying to pussyfoot away to go kibosh Abaddon. With his helping hand limp and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."demon Art : chela fastball,"he cast, launching his talons like rounds from mini guns at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar cuticle as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five current of razor bullet train and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Falls Art : Ultimate repentance !"Gabriel cast, finally breaking free of his straightjacket of hell chains.

Upon the public figure 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 read/write head, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her feet, having healed her burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so tranquilize and tempered, your burning hatred under ascendency and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the heat and tycoon is still there, but the fire have died out, leaving only sunburn. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so much ira in your heart, so much hatred ?'

With roars of determination, she and Gabriel nip towards Baltoh with their brand burning with E. B. White flames, desperate to deliver any combat injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his steel above his head to try and drive home a killing strike and rosemary went towards the incline, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his tending. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's onset, but before Rosmarinus officinalis could strike, he reached out and stabbed him through the mighty lung with his hand, sending his clawed fingerbreadth bursting out of a gaping hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail and stabbed Rosemary through the stomach, running her through as if she were made of composition and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to aid them with their hurt as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their business leader stage one last time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their energy into their sword. In their mettle, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and beat him.

Roaring in both thwarting and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their sword held back, ready to stab.

"angel Art : Crusading lope,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as fountains of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in annoyance as they looked down. In a single nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the belly, cutting so deep that he had been just a few inches away from completely severing their lower consistency. Their torso cut open and unable to take the air, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's door. unable to expose free of the rosary chains that held them like piano wire, the crowd of saint could do nada but scout in revulsion and apprehensiveness as their leaders crawled across the ground like louse, beaten and exhausted. The four fighters grouped together, desperate to come up with some sort of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much solid than us ? Has every fight we ever had just been a biz to him ? Have we always been this watery and lost compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up rip from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the front end, he gets us with his sword. onslaught from the slope, he blocks with his annex. Attack from behind, he lashes out with that damned fundament. We can't even beat him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Sanzio muttered, holding his glowing handwriting between the two halves of his body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many accidental injury on us, so I always assumed our office degree were actually fill up. But now, he's going for blood. He's never truly gone after our biography,"Gabriel panted, his chin streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to function.

rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her hired man to keep her pipe organ from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been able to pass our swords. He just wants to celebrate us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his pump and fight for the woman he loves, the one woman who can truly lease away his hatred."

Upon healing his combat injury, Michael stood up without turning to his acquaintance."I'll hold him off, you three hunt that Demon down and stop his plan. There is only one way I can even have a fortune of matching his strength, just make believe sure it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same EL as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will encounter 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 brand."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's insufferable for me to traverse that any longer. But even if you're stronger, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right hand towards his left wrist.

"Angel Art : Final Crucifixion ! daimon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his hand together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces pale in concern. But even though the crosses were summoned, the spell did not fully trigger due to Baltoh's ascendancy. A immense skeletal hand then burst and grabbed rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary chains, I swear on everything between Shangri-la and the pits that I will drink down them. Move your hand an inch and I will induct the crucifixion for your brothers and their deaths will be on your conscience. I have nothing against the girlfriend, so I will dispense 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 Archangels all sensed the Demons complete their piece. Across New House of York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable portal to Hell. The objects they had summoned were house-sized cauldron, adorned with engraving of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with smooth flame. The backtalk of the caldron were actually vena portae, leading straight person to the Lake of Fire in the core of hell on earth. They were normally used as an environmental reward, where the caster would pull their enemies into it and incinerate them in the infernal region. However, they would all do different use on this day.

In the inwardness of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his repulsion obelisk began to glow and direct out a wave of dark energy like an EMP. The wave 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 transmission, the five cauldrons all shot geysers of hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as line of descent with contraband cloud and the sun became non-white as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldrons changed their purpose, no longer pulling things into infernal region but instead sending them out.

Fences of red Christ Within and red region shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each other with the red visible radiation forming a pentagram around all of New York City with the revulsion Obelisk in the shopping centre and the Hellfire encircling it all in a monumental gang. Upon the pattern's completion, there was a deafening collapse heard throughout the world as the closed chain of Hellfire tore through the dimensional roadblock between Earth and inferno like a cookie cutter. Across the globe, the great unwashed were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New York was instantly incinerated in the wall of Hellfire. Even the water flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on contact with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to pass off, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to press Abaddon and recall Selene. The archangel quickly followed suit, praying that they would be capable to overrule whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first to come at the Horror Obelisk, followed by the Angelica Archangelica. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his lad Demons. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dismal as dusk, the Demons were no longer inconspicuous, scaring off any citizenry who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its tail, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to brush aside the constriction in his dresser as he looked at her, searching for any polarity of trauma or injury.

"What the Scheol have you done ? !"Raffaello Sanzio demanded.

"pit, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were able to weaken the roadblock between creation and spread the portal to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly sinking, weighed down by its own iniquity. Soon it will sink in between the attribute, and once it gets decently between them, it shall be obliterated and the true room access will be opened. While they can not yet leave the circumference, Gargoyles are streaming into the metropolis from hell on earth. You should say good-bye to New York, because it will be a part of Earth for only another two weeks, and in a calendar month it will be obliterated and a lawful inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its place. This metropolis is essentially a hot ember on a plane of paper, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want someone to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving minute and opus of his Energy from jumping between dimensions were we able-bodied to create a portal horse barn enough for a few of us to fleet through. You have no idea how many eons we had to wait in Hell to conglomerate enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his heart downcast and was staring at the ground with descent dripping from his clench fist.

True to Abaddon's intelligence, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the ground by the thousands, popping up like sens and streaming into the air in packs so dense that they looked like pillars of grass. 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 mile above the wall of Hellfire. Until the portal was truly opened, the forces of Hell could get into New York, but they could not leave and neither could homo get in. Following the mindless instrument, monster began to appear by the heaps, laughing at their impendent freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this dagger or the Inferno Abysses, you will not stop the mental process. The room access has already been carved, now we just ask to wait for this city to drop between macrocosm and open it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"genus Selene, devote me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his boldness downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your pedagogy. You promised me you would fall Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burning like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is free to go. Take back your weakness."

Upon the bid of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her metrical unit and released her. Nearly falling to the ground, Selene stared at Baltoh with wide eyes as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the same state, 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 other tightly as they each breathed in sweet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in meter. I'm sorry I let this fall out to you and molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just gladiolus I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the face of his cervix.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder and was face to fount with Michael, who had a much softer face his grimace."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this char has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how hard we just fought, I think I can finally trust you in your firmness to face these Demons. Don't get me wrong ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a score to conciliate after this, but I think it's time for us to finally work on the Lapp side."Michael then walked preceding Baltoh with his sword slung over his articulatio humeri and one of his rarified smile on his nerve."So, if my info is adjust, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of hassle, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a ogre. However, you made one fatal fault in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting strengthener, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the ground.

Instantly, all the Demons and Gargoyles New House of York shielded their centre as blinding beam of prosperous illumination shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the center of the brightness were grand of Angels and oodles of garden angelica, entering the null-space of New York and cook for engagement. The U. S. Army of Heaven landed on the roofs of buildings and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapons, as well as all the ogre situated behind them and in the sky.

"genus Selene, I have to get you to base hit,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's aid was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by devil and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to revel the kiss, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something stab him in the abdomen. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breath being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the underframe of a serpent and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the monolithic battle that was imminent just a few import ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, Archangel, and Demon stared at the two devotee. With wide optic, Abaddon looked up at a Demon standing on a nearby edifice. The beast was laughing as it drew another javelin from the back of its cervix, cursing Baltoh as a betrayer.

But while the devil 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 bloodline began to pour from the injury.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind unable to litigate the sight of her injury. Her whole dead body shaking, genus Selene tried to put her hired hand on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of Shirley Temple fire flared up and began to consume her. Selene shrieked in painful sensation as the ardor ate away at her with incredible upper. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no subject how much powerfulness her put into the trance, her light human being physical structure was the perfective fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could bushel her. He clutched her tightly as the black fire moved out in all directions, reducing her body to ash in seconds. Not only was it destroying her eubstance, but her soul as well, meaning that she would lay off to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flames moved up her breast, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to speak but his vocal cords failed to go, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his lip hanging open up 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 brim against his before the disastrous flame fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's implements of war closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his whole body shaking and air refusing to enter or provide his lungs. All the holy person and garden angelica were mute, while the Gargoyles and devil laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatized crossbreed lowered his shaking hands, scooping up the ash tree that had once been the cleaning lady he loved. He stared at the blackamoor powder in his medal, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first split that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingerbreadth and two streaks of tears ran down his human face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breathing place and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a normal mass, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and spread across the globe. Everywhere, multitude turned their care away from the hellish sky and their petition as the howling reached their ears, so saturated with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knees by its free weight. The speech sound was so labored, so doleful, and so painful, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's bother in their own hearts, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the man were unable to stand as the sorrow in the Baltoh's howl hit them the unvoiced due to their propinquity to him, and all the Archangels fought with all their might not to throw away their sword as Baltoh's pain in the neck assailed them like an electric impact. Even the daimon and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any form of fellow feeling, but because the emotions and pain transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howling came to a stop, and the whole world fell still. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would happen. Everyone ducked as broken glass suddenly filled the air, brought on by every windowpane in the metropolis simultaneously shattering into pulverisation. Looking around, all middle were turned on Baltoh as tornado began to appear in the reason around him. In a smashing crash, a pool-sized Crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as grievous as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted sap has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature tornado wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ashes and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his face downcast and hidden by his hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight of his energy. The Gargoyles and Angels fell out of the sky like doll passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the reason gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his backstage, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the floor priming coat, facing Abaddon and the Horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You lowball my making love, my great power, and my hatred,"he hissed, his face hidden in tincture but his eyes glowing like coal.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning halo began to elevate, floating five feet above him. As he raised his annex and pointed them at the halo, a microseism 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 nimbus down, having it hover in front line of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in place like four digit around a coin.

"It's a tour unlike any early, his most powerful technique. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie archangel trying to minify the Gargoyle population in Scheol. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like power it unleashed,"rosemary said, answering the Lapplander question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a piece so powerful that it has no name and originates from neither light nor darkness. It is strong enough to obliterate the Masters of Torture and Titans. Even the Inferno Princes are wary of its powerfulness !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to reel like a gyroscope between the confidential information of his wings

"Every time he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the process. It is a jet of pure Energy straight from his soul, the collective hatred of every flavour that he was born from, all joined together into one deluge of exponent that puts archangel and monster spells to disgrace. If he uses that spell here, he could annihilate the intact planet,"Rosmarinus officinalis gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in speed, Baltoh released an animalistic roar of ire and defeat with rip streaming from his infinite. Finally, the halo was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a firmament of light with DOE streaming Forth in ambient waves.

"damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the humankind if you use that !"Rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T care ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO genus Selene !"

With an earth-shaking pulse rate, he released the atomic number 10 blast at Abaddon and his group. It was so shining that no one could look directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a hundred feet wide before it reached the Horror Obelisk. Using the Shade Shimmer magic spell, Abaddon was just barely capable to get to safety as the blast obliterated the other five Demons, the dagger, and everything else in its path. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, daimon, and everything else that was caught in its route.

Carving a massive scar across New York city, the good time soared past the fence of Hellfire and west out across the landscape, growing declamatory and more hefty as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the Earth, the planetary curve took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and high-pitched instead of staying latitude to the ground. By the time it had cleared solid ground's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few miles and was shooting through space as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her understructure, in awe at the destruction that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roar of anger, charging a blast to maximum power in just a couple seconds. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to skirt just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this time at a slightly lower angle to the northeast. Just like the outset, the second neon flak instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal f number, growing to be a hundred time wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The blast carved another massive cicatrix across New York, destroying everything before it whether animation or nonliving. Because of the slightly down slant, the flak basically dove into the ocean, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northerly Atlantic like a colossal hired gun, sending gargantuan tidal Wave in all directions as it tore straight through the isle of Newfoundland dog, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the farming flock in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating scar on the Earth's gall before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the for the first time clip, Baltoh fired his third gear good time 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 eruption, 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 materialize, then everyone gasped as a line of bubbling mushroom cloud appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's horror, the moon itself was split in dyad, having been carved in half by the blast with the two one-half jettisoned by the resulting plosion. Every body of water on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive extravasation as the splitting of the moon caused a catastrophic gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the planet's marrow. Already, tsunamis were sweeping across vast stretches of land, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every former saint and Archangel combined their great power and cast a repairing roadblock on the moonshine, trying to put the two halves back together before the damage to the Earth became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the regular army of Gargoyles and Demons hovering in the sky and fired upon them without waver. The bright streak engulfed countless building as it grew, and while well-nigh of the Demons were able to put off the blast, several remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a inundation, converting their very atoms into sodding Department of Energy as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his fifth clap, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would pass off, and in so much pain that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the universe was destroyed. This clap would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporize New House of York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't caution, he just wanted the pain to go away.

Just as he was about to enkindle, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the touch sensation of subdued hands pressed against his cheeks. A twosome of glowing Stanford White Angel offstage were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning ring stopped spinning and moved back above his forefront and his annex fell slack. His whole body shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's side, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smiling and all the love in her eyes. She was wearing a Edward D. White apparel and hovering over her forefront was a fortunate halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my love honeyed Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could have come back Sooner, but it took sentence to get an Angel. God stepped in just in meter to keep my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kisses.

As their backtalk separated, a stinging pain in the neck stabbed his brain 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 knees with rip falling from his eye as he considered all the destitute people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so dingy. I didn't know you were still alive and I gave into my anger. I killed all those people because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be backer and sent us here to help you,"genus Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her read/write head. Baltoh looked in the management she was motioning to and spotted Molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her aspect and a halo above her head. Miraculously, the lilliputian vixen had gotten into paradise.

"It was just a misunderstanding that anyone would hold made. You are not a goliath, just a man who was blinded by his pain sensation and his honey. Besides, you have the hazard to lay aside as many lives as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so regretful, Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined lovers suddenly jerked as all of New York City began to shake, experiencing a massive drop in elevation. Descending an inch every second gear, the metropolis began to sink into the major planet. Rising up from the margin of hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the Earth, a dome of black bullet formed above New York, separating New York from the major planet physically and visibly while it sank deeper and deeper, descending five feet below sea level in a ace minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his feet, completely drained of Energy but total of felicity and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the Demons and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the city or going back to hell on earth to design for the next attack, and the forces of Heaven were still trying to repair the lunation. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her fingers 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 billet like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a table in the government agency of the city manager.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the Angels or Archangels hiding their existence. The room was willed with citizenry, including the new city manager ( the last-place one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the gaffer of police, all the Archangels, Baltoh, Selene, respective Angels, and multiple human representatives for the citizenry of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the doorway had been established, and a country of emergency had been declared and New York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the globe that it was surrounded on all sides by walls of stone in a shaft going down more than a mile beneath the surface of the planet. It was like sitting at the prat of the hulk fountainhead, but with the city painted red by the light for the Hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New York, every politics was trying to image out what had happened to the sky, and no matter how hard the American language authorities worked to sustain it a hush-hush, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the snapper of it all banquet. Currently, US forces were surrounding the dense contraband dome of concentrate roll of tobacco around the city while the top scientists in the land tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and reach through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of hellfire on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the covered stadium. nix could get through, not even sound, light, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the outside world, power and running water were lost, and generators were responsible for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the Hellfire fences. The air was filled with fear and desperation, the great unwashed outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling intellectual nourishment and water, and saying their petition. police force were working without eternal sleep or respite as the partitioning of reality brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapon if they could or join together with citizenry who had weapons. This was going to be a really war, and everyone would take in to fight down. The shoemaker's last twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the damage inside and outside of the urban center, and blessing every weapon and bullet that could be found. While the holy objects would not be impregnable enough to subscribe to out a Demon, a blessed shotgun cuticle would be enough to blast a hole in a Gargoyle's chest and kill it.

Finally, the opportunity to derive together and get planning had arrived, and the forces of Heaven, Baltoh, and the mass of New York were trying to see out some way they would pull through. The legions of iniquity 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 pass through property and that noggin, we can not bring any humans with us. We can take in people intangible though contact, but we can not transfer that variety of power to them. Abaddon said that the urban center is like the last obstacle in the room access being formed, when really, that bonce and the slope of the prick are what are keeping the two universes separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the airfoil of dry land through this shaft, but without Angel powers, they can never penetrate the face or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of Hellfire around the metropolis is only about ten chronicle high up, but this stone tool is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a ripple cutting New House of York off from the world. holy man can slide by through it, but homo and demonic forces can not. As we sink rich and deeper into the planet, this will be a blessing, as it will stay fresh this city from being incinerated by the terra firma's core.

Long story short, voidance is not and pick, 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 the great unwashed who want to fight but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the city with Angels to act as guard to the people,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to lash out your people, the Angels will kibosh them. As for the daimon, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most probably with child than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this struggle,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the hordes of Demons and Gargoyles means nothing if the opening of the gateway will obliterate the city. Abaddon said that we have about a hebdomad before New York separates from Earth completely and a calendar month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to override the unconscious process before then."

"to the highest degree probable the origin of this problem is in Hell. We have to go down there and destruct whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't body of work,"Michael cursed."The forces of the pits outnumber us a thousand to one in terms of fighters. If person is a particularly zealous reprobate, then nether region will go their dwelling instead of their prison, and they will join the host of keep lord that torture the other house physician. They are known as the sinner, and these are the real hardcore prick : the life-in-prison guy rope, the death-penalty hombre, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial killers, serial rapist, and all around sadists. These are the single that survive Hell and don't just crumple into ash and later suit a part of a pudding stone that forms a daemon. These guys are evilness enough to go 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 deluge of foot soldiers, not to mention that there are far more Demons than Angelica Archangelica. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be capable to front the entirety of underworld, their population is as dense as a dying star. If I were to take on all of Inferno, they would just lap over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm strong enough to present them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to turn the appendage,"Raphael said."The daimon were able to spread up a doorway with only human emotions and spells, so hopefully we can fold it in a similar way. We just need clip to come up with an equally knock-down ritual. We already destroyed the five Inferno abysm cauldrons in the five corners of the city, so we might be able to reverse the process with a Bob Hope Beacon in the middle of New York where the Horror dagger was placed and five heaven Lanterns where the original cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The devil were only able to do this because this city was a prodigious hub of anger and negatively charged energy, basically it was a goliath free weight on the textile of space and sentence. We would have to produce an equalise and contrary affect in order to even take in a chance, and even then, it would probably only dish out as a plug in sealing the gateway to Scheol and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive energy if we combined our powers or one of us broke a prayer beads range of mountains,"rosemary suggested.

"The forces of Hell would flood the metropolis with their physical structure before letting us foil their plan. We have all of Hell beneath us with the pain and hatred of its resident wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and Archangel down here to impart his or her durability, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasm of underworld. As muscular as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a forest fire with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to prevent from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this ? The humans, I mean,"the chief of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our fourth dimension until we can fare up with a way to change by reversal all this. As for the people, they'll just have to cope and take what is going on. When it comes to fight down, just make sure as shooting 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 way with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary range ?"genus Selene asked as they walked through the drab halls.

"It is a prohibit proficiency of the archangel. You have noticed the rosary string that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Archangel breaks them, they gain an insurmountable boost of powerfulness, one that is very brief but brings them up to my floor of might. The fiend have a similar motion where they can founder their bond, however, both motion result in death.

A few ogre in history that broke their shackles, but only because they did not know what the cost was. As I said before, monster absolutely never commit self-destruction, as it goes against their nature of dresser. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a sum of five minutes, we were on a completely regular playing subject area. For garden angelica, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of Archangels, God puts a seal on their judgment, which forbids them from committing that sin of self-destruction. He did it after Lucifer's rebellion. Michael threatened to break a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even open of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the wasteland metropolis, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. Thick tower of smoke were rising in the sky from the buildings set on attack and would burn to the terra firma, since the fire fighters couldn't afford to waste any piddle. The black lines were barely visible against the rock walls of the light beam New York had sank through, cast of characters with a red light from the fencing of red region. It was only a matter of time until that solid careen would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off metropolis but unable to impress it.

Was it possible for the mass to subsist ? To pull up together and fight this threat ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"genus Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to serve everything."

"You've been working nonstop since the struggle, you haven't allowed yourself to rest or regain your intensity,"she said, wrapping her fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to induce up for. I made a huge misapprehension that took a lot of animation and caused a lot of wipeout, and I have to repent for my hell,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a luck to talk 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 believe that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my crime syndicate will be. Molly is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel helped heal her nous of the impairment caused by what she suffered, but just the memories alone is plenty to nearly drive her insane. I would devote anything to be able-bodied to help her. I just have to desire we can go this conflict and alive in peacefulness. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don't think I could bear to lose you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their lips separated after the tender buss, genus Selene gained a strong smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to salvage some of your stress,"she said, opening her extension and taking to the air with him right behind her.

flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the grinning on her face. Even during the end of the world, genus Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a list squab. Her childish giggles and rapt grin made Baltoh block all of his bother and precaution, replacing them instead with passion and joy at the mint 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 osculation while they flew over New York. After a few transactions of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony windowpane like ghosts. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signs of habitation. With a coy smiling, genus Selene locked the doorway and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprise for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her implements of war around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a smile as he kissed her.

"When I became an Angel Falls, I was completely born-again 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 throw done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her face, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a smiling, Selene stepped back to the groundwork of the bed and lowered the shoulder strap of her dress down her shoulder joint, exciting Baltoh with the prevision. She tried to root for the dress down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to propel. Unable to suppress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she retract her close up wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the Angel wing were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the wings gone, she fully removed the dress and undergarments, letting Baltoh looking at upon the gorgeous ebony form that drove him wild. Her titty were still like melons 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 prostrate as theme and faintly lined with the strengthen brawniness packed underneath. Her rosehip had their usual fullness, with her thighs as smooth as glass and as soft as the ears of pup, and her ass so tight and shapely that it could ricochet a quarter across the way while still rippling after a prissy smack and would put a Brazilian stemmer to shame. Between her smooth thighs, the lips of her cunt were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her body as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her Divine dish and her unparalleled eroticism. Wearing a wry smile, Selene slipped off her horseshoe and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a sight of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her head on the pillow and her extension re-extended, spread out and stretched to the breaker point that the ends were curled up against the wall."What do you call up ? Do I look like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his extension re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her lovely body. He started first gently kissing her invertebrate foot, then ran his lips against the backrest of her tibia, then took his meter in licking her smooth second joint with his long forked tongue, taking in the pleasant-tasting gustatory perception of her balmy skin. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing contact, driving herself wild in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with genus Selene's ramification on his shoulders and his face just in from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweetened flowery aroma and his forked lingua slithered out and began tickling the incoming to her gate of paradise. Selene gave a soft coo of rousing as Baltoh provided vast amount of stimulation and sensations through the humble and light-headed of touches, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lips against the entree, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouthpiece and saturating his sense of taste with her scrumptious succus, licking up her essence like a dog with an empty goober pea butter jar. Selene gave a sharp hum at his hint and ran his finger's breadth through his tomentum, squirming in joy with each flick of his glossa inside her. Baltoh quickly found her Hymen with his tongue, checking to make water sure it really was there. After his surprisal was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a ace, using his knife to tickle and stimulate every sensitive nub and flap in her body, bringing her to her kickoff coming in record time and making her call out to the nirvana in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral tour of Selene's organic structure, spending a few seconds to wrap up her soft unruffled belly in kisses before moving up to her thorax. measured not to come up her with his claws, he squeezed and massaged her breasts as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the fervour in the tender nerve end. Baltoh wrapped his lip around her right nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum unobjectionable and tugging on it, almost making genus Selene yip in delight.

He then moved to the left nipple, painting it with his lingua with the same energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the middle of the Night by inspiration. The taste of her nipple was almost as succulent as her pussy, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and consistency of that vertical nub drove him wild with lustfulness, and no matter how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a zit right on her nipple, he moved past her chest and began kissing her collarbone and her piano throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her several sentence on the cheek, once on the ear, several multiplication on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the lips, where they maintained that link with an deathless passionateness, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on baby, shake my world,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will offend, no matter how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel body is unlike than my man body. From the man I love, I can finger no painful sensation. There is nothing you can give me but endless bliss. Put it in me, one big stab, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his tool to the rim of her waiting cunt without his paw. As he slowly pushed the straits into the entrance, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her oral fissure and with that stark tightness : liberal enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her petition, shoving his entire tool into her in a single poke and completely pulverizing her Hymen. Selene released a shaking moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single mite of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even distinguish how just that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could feel it as though we were the Lapplander person,"he said as he pulled out his cock, which was glistening red from her blood.

fashioning sure his hands weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushups and began swinging into her like a mangonel. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was farseeing than the others, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly powerful thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't take it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the inscrutable corners of her pussy with the power of a sledgehammer.

genus Selene spread her ramification and lifted her coxa and Baltoh crouched over her on his stifle, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every time his muscular penis was plunged into her inviting twat, stretching it to its upper limit and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the niche of her mouth while his formal sack slapped her ass. The osculation was interrupted by a high holler from Selene as she had her second orgasm in her new holy person body and Baltoh could taste the delectable hormonal rush on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to unhorse her, thinking that she had reached her point of accumulation. Moving quickly, genus Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his pecker into her spell crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her consistence back and forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her breast jiggling with each rock-and-roll and her breathing labored from the form on her sleeve and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his brain back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the trench hums she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her human body, Selene was able-bodied to go on the position going for another XX bit, not to say that Baltoh didn't help her out and cradle her with his tail. With the wall broken, her third orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo stylus.

After respective arcminute of catching her breathing place, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief couplet of metre, both with tender grinning on their faces as he ran his fingers through her hair and she massaged his bureau. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his pecker, sighing in relief at the mass being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass cheek, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to have it away my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an Angel that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful smack from his giggling lover.

wrapper her fingers around the ray, she pressed the bulging read/write head against the annulus of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly vestal pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the face of her sphincter were opening up like a pharynx taking a abstruse breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big cock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her grimace gimmick in the cumbersome pleasure and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every corner of her asshole, sending chill throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal anaesthesia cord with the head of his dick.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that associate closeness in his pelvic neighborhood.

"Then fulfill me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a special surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in Mexican valium, getting his prick to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass buttock and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but genus Selene's screams of cristal made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of seminal fluid spurted from the tip of his phallus like a fervidness extinguisher, filling up Selene's asshole with so much pressure sensation 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 pecker, which was struggling to stay put erect.

"I made for sure I held back half of it. What's that limited surprise 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, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful angel took his cock in her mouth and began bobbing her fountainhead, slurping up the mixture of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were chocolate syrup. Baltoh rolled his foreland back and grunted from the wet sissiness of her mouth as she worked her natural language and cheeks against the legal tender hide of the head, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready sister ?"she asked, taking out his turncock and smearing it lovingly across her case. Baltoh just gave an spent smile and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her natural D-cup knocker together and dropped a mouthful of saliva between them, using it as lubricating substance as she rubbed the two inflated agglomerate of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her bosom glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's pecker between them, nearly making him blow his entire load from not just the feeling, but the mental image and genial realization.

With her knocker held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water system balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face fine-tune and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the scratch as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a minute of arc, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her chest against his prick so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropy streams of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into Selene's back talk, across her face, and bathing her chest in a puddle of white slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of spermatozoan on her expression and chest.

"Forget Angel, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this wild with the boy, never. Everything we've done aside from missional and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a little Demon interior of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."seminal fluid here, get some sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay awake and keep patrolling the city for when the effect of Hell make their move. Besides, I've gone total days without sleeping, I'm fine."

"Honey, don't even think that you can fool around me. Come here, I'll keep watch 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 covers. genus Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you assure you won't fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't concern, I'll stay awake. And if I get bored, I can always just receive Molly and the two of us will use the other side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her brain on his articulatio humeri and stretching her arm across his chest.

With genus Selene curled up against him and his organic structure drained of both energy and come, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with grand of Gargoyles, all bursting from the ground and gathering above the metropolis like a cloud of toxic gas in the outset struggle of New House of York. Working together to counter the army of iniquity, all the Angels grouped together and attacked like a tidal wave of spark, slamming into the Gargoyle swarm and slaughtering hundreds of beasts every minute with their blend might. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her unaired by at all times when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's worrying, she refused to stay out of the engagement and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angel, she had no steel or spells with which to agitate, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unnamed radiance that allowed her to shock and incinerate unhallowed tool on contact. Even without having ever been in a real fight or even a martial arts lesson, she was able to take on the Gargoyles with miraculous science, having been reborn faster, substantial, and smarter as an Angel. With holy energy wrapped around her like a weather sheet, she would obliterate Gargoyles with individual punches and kicks that would burn right through their flesh. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her trauma and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the swarm of Gargoyles, swinging his brand wildly and hacking the beasts to pieces like steel of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber slug, he zoomed through the crowd, carving dozens of Gargoyles in half every indorse with his sword glistening with their descent. Now with smashing numbers of foeman all around him, his death count was reaching its usual routine. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with dart, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A booming laughter drew his care and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as potential with a fiend with two giant ivory protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the monster and grabbed him with his tail like a fly landing place in a spider's web. With a powerful jerk of his buttocks, Baltoh crushed the monster in his grip, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen closure by compartment had besieged the body. He then whiplashed his tail, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

Down in the street below and in the buildings, humans with blame weapons were trying to fight back the Gargoyles that were crawling out from belowground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angel, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to fight down were facing the military force of Hell with blessed crowbar, nail-bats, blunderer tongue, and firearms. While the sky was filled with howls and wing meter of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of accelerator and screams of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the Lapplander way that they would bears. However, the battle was far from in the human's favour. The Gargoyles were bouncy, able to keep fighting after multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, not to bring up that they too had a long-range attack in the phase of their mini Dark pulsing. The streets ran red with blood as people were tackled and torn to rag by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the living build with gusto.

In one office edifice, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all four like a plurality of cheetahs sprinting after a fly gazelle. With sweat and rip running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the windowpane. As he ran, one of the carrell he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne brute managed to give five thick gashes across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The desperate mortal quickly jumped to his substructure as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to grab him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the monster in the face with a lode of holy place bird shot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its flesh badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the camp while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his rachis was to the bulwark and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the snarl of cubicle, the man discharged his last empty shell case and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his men as stiff as possible while sweat dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the cubicle aisle, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalk lion. Raising his weapon with trembling hands, the man loaded the first shell and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder joint and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the face, snarling with bloodlust. With a scream passing his sass, the man discharged the empty case with a Yankee of the fore-end and fired, blowing a cakehole in the creature's thorax and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to stick alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the gun trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its hanker forked tongue swinging from position to side. Discharging the empty cuticle, he took aim and fired, only to get a line a lenient click instead of a tawdry bang. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

John L. H. Down the street in an alleyway, a 19-year-old little girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail body with brutal power. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her twat was an undistinguishable muckle of shredded physical body, 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 military officer. Sitting in a puddle of nasty water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final examination scream and stretch, she reached out grasped the end of the barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five circle straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell utter to the incline, its cock was removed with one final exam painful tear. With her lower body almost ripped apart and rip streaking her font, the whimpering young lady looked around, praying that individual would help her. She looked and gave a silent cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a devilishly smile and a throbbing erecting. Releasing its claws from the paries, the brute dropped down towards the fille. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a unmarried jibe. With rent streaming down her human face, she whispered a soft apology to her family, put the gun in her sass, and pulled the trigger.

In the aloofness in the central plaza of the city, the pavement opened up into a burning at the stake pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted black steel with blinking roulette wheel and rotting carcase nailed to the sides. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chemical chain, secured to the corrode collars of slave from infernal region, each with rags for clothing, rail-thin bodies, bound arms, and iron masquerade party. Riding in the chariot was a daimon with black armor, a whip of pure fire, and a serrate broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every homo and Angel cringe as the fiendish wrangle ravaged their minds like bullet ants chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ Crush their bones, rip their build, and tope their blood ! The women will scream as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for last as we enslave them ! Let them lie with infliction, let them have a go at it fear, and let them cognize Hell !'

"Demon Art : necropolis Of The Damned !"the monster then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the spell, the street was ripped apart as one C of tombstone of all size of it and Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe burst out like groundhog, destroying the holloa and coming up with enough might to flip out cars. With a tedious roar, emaciated manpower with greenish-black color reached out of the footing as the Sinners of Hell entered New House of York, each grave spitting them out like snakes from a pit. brand of nigrify steel in hand, the skeleton in the closet laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring massacre to a real human metropolis after so many twelvemonth and Hell. existence truly evil souls, they had lost their flesh and origin in bicycle-built-for-two with what little mercifulness they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

Police cars and SWAT vans skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletal frame marched down the road with a oceanic abyss clacking calendar method of birth control. Wasting no time in ordering the undead criminals to block, the officers formed a thick barrier with their railroad car and all opened fire with handgun, scattergun, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the skeleton in the closet. While they were debile than devil in price of office and they were made of entirely bones, they proved to be quite resilient to the bullet. The skeleton in the cupboard were made of a far stronger material than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organs to live, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

yelling swears and praising the Devil, the skeletal system broke rank and charged towards the note of police officers, swinging their swords above their heads while they ran. The finisher they got, the more damage they received from the officer's bullet train, fracturing skulls, breaking off branch, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like dominos in the affray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of machine and immediately went to function, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the ceiling of one of the SWAT vans, an aged Archangel clapped his hands together."angel Art : Heaven Lantern Summoning !"

arse him, a fifty-foot marvellous statue of a nude female person Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solid gold lantern. A bright flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant video display, the spark of Heaven shone down from the English and onto the army of the evildoer. The skeleton howled in agony and tried to shield themselves as the light set them ablaze like ant under a magnifying Methedrine.

The fiend commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his physique, hissing from the burning pain. With a bellowing of foiling, the Demon cracked his fiery whip, causing it to farm in length and dart forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a angered snarl, the devil yanked on the handle, tightening the whiplash's hold and shattering the marble Angel, sending vast spell of marble tumbling to the priming with the lantern now dark.

"holy man Art : Almighty Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Angelica Archangelica flying straight down towards him with his sword in hired hand. With a bellow of confidence, the Archangel brought down his sword with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the devil's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody library paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding city cube to simultaneously explode into swarm of dust and twisted metal.

Off in the space, a deafening screech cut through the air, following several ominous crashes. Great pillars of smoking and rubble were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the forces of Hell coming up from right beneath them. These were a new threat, capital frame that towered at over two hundred feet in height. These dark-green ivory monster were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of century of Sinners joining together into one entity, similar to how daimon are born.

However, their size and dead body were due to the fact that the hatred of the item-by-item flavor that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of captive joining together from the purest ash tree, all the emotions and memories from the Sinners were included, resulting in an amplify wight that was not dumb enough in its iniquity to gain a press Demon eubstance. However, while they were not quite as undestroyable as fiend and they lacked the ability to use turn, their full-sized dark Pulses and colossal eubstance allowed them to do vast amounts of destruction.

With their red heart gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful nighttime Pulse, launching the dense inkiness lasers into the urban center. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into massive detonation that illuminated and shook the city and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raffaello Sanzio zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his fender could carry him, charging his world power in preparation to destroy the unholy abominations. Spotting his approach, 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 improbable flat building and sending bricks and rick metal raining down into the street.

"backer Art : God Almighty Smite !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted, reached the Bleak's brass and delivering a powerful kick.

Upon contact, the giant skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine mine, spraying shrapnel in one direction from the baron of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Art : logic gate of promised land !"he cast with his book binding turned to a Bleak charging a iniquity Pulse. The Shirley Temple Black beam surged out from between the skeleton's jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : divinity Ray !"he called once the bam was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful beam of holy push at the skeleton in the cupboard and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With little effort, Raphael brought his sword down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in painfulness and shouted curses at Raphael while charging a Dark heartbeat. Before the flak could be launched, Raffaello Santi shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead beast's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its torso in half, slicing it all the way through its dresser and spine as if his sword was fifty dollar bill feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvic girdle, Raffaello Santi looked up as the split parts of the skeleton began to divide, detonating the half-charged night heart rate and shattering the total body in the plosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the archangel to fight the rising tide of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The area they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the jillion. All the Archangels were firing god Rays into the pitch-dark geyser of animate being while Baltoh was using both the plume pointer and Claw heater spells, essentially turning his eubstance into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his trance, blood and butchered trunk parts fell like waterfalls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning torso that were incinerated by the swing out theology ray of light of the archangel. Every indorsement that passed by, tenner of M are Gargoyles met their macabre end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure fountain. But as powerful as the forces of Heaven were, the host of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying order of magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and sinner, but also with fiend. Every few minutes, one of the garden angelica would birth to leave and go case a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby edifice, Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get yesteryear Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all sides but her authority in her newly acquired fighting skills were gamey. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its nipper barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy free energy, and delivered her potent punch to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the bump of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life with a lethal kick, slicing its head off its berm with the white gloriole wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and right side, giving her no chance to give up counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon characters. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her lifetime, but with her feathers glowing with beatified power, she spun around with her flank full expended and carved them all down like the blade of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the roof with a large crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, genus Selene didn't have a single cliff of fear in her eye and was barely out of breathing time. Even in the midst of battle, she had a wide grin on her face from the strong-arm exertion and the feeling of the lather on her typeface. This combat was resonating with her ; the true spirit or Death challenge and the opportunity to be pushed to her point of accumulation, it was practically euphoric. She could barely stop her felicity at imperativeness she could feel and energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, little bitch !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the creature in half right down the middle and sent the two component flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her routine to light upon. Stretching her wings, she gave a mighty push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hell beasts did not see this coming and were caught of safety, giving Selene the opportunity of a life to get down hacking and slashing at them as if her handwriting had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the shameful animate being with her glowing wing, one of them managed to land five bombastic swing across her shoulder. While the pain in the neck stopped her momentum, the shivers it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"Perfect, it's no fun without a niggling something to compensate for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its claws in zestfulness and then lashed out with its ass, trying to spit her. She caught its rear end and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the beast off its feet and swinging it around like a whale flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling pins, her wounded arm ached from the pains, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the effort being used to battle the pain made Selene's heart airstream in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive tyke desperate to get out of schooling and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the tune, sending the creature hurtling off the edifice and taking away all of Selene's balance. She continued to gyrate, desperately trying to slacken herself down and get a grip of herself. So dizzy she could barely think, genus Selene fell back into the blazon of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a long candy kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop his alluvion of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attending !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of screams.

Baltoh chuckled and stood genus Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his hands together."holy person Art : Roaring Clouds Of Heaven !"

oceanic abyss in the Gargoyle deluge, a not bad bang of tweed clouds surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense whirl with holy vigour crackling through the folds of vapor 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 sealskin over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enroll New York.

"goodness, now we can focus on other areas. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became picket as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you softheaded ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and take us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true might. Everyone bent on ! This is really going to judder the city !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the archangel fled as fast as they could, just moments before he released the unfathomable blast.

The neon beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal falls and snuffing out the swarm barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's calculations had been correct in the intensity of the attack, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a tube with acid. The ray 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 weewee through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the blast alone.

The flack zoomed down between the inter-dimensional vacancy, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the point in time of near city-wide devastation, an explosion was set off in Hell, equal to more than ten thousand H bombs. An ocean of flaming 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 ferocity of a flamethrower, sending their demise toll to the range near ten dactyl. From every porta carved into the city, a pillar of fire shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The urban center became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental bearings and flesh out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in electric shock and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's study care of the survivors and then repair the damage,"he called out as his halo returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hall of one of New York's hospitals, tending to a bruise man who was struggling to stay alive with a pull trachea and jugular vein vein. His hands were glowing with green vim, repairing the damaged faster than modern music ever could. To the sound of the generator humming in the cellar, doc and nurse struggled to keep people alive with dim lighting and disappearing resourcefulness. Every hallway and room was stuffed with beds, the floor was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged wounds, and those who had only pocket-size accidental injury would basically have to grapple with it themselves or hope they could find an saint to help them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the people who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing immediate forethought basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the demise and injured cried out in pain and motive of help, the medical staff worked feverishly not to neutralize time or attention by asking the Angels questions while they helped tend to the wounded. For every doc and nanny, there was one Angel Falls using his or her power to heal person, and the pauperization to ask them about the hereafter or, the closed book of the universe, or even personal query was overpowering. Here they were, the resolution to the capital motion on Earth, but just as they would open their mouths to address, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden spray of roue would drag out their attention back to the matters at manus, forcing them to guard in their curiosity.

The Angel had a similar nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more peculiarity than awe. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the majuscule threats to Heaven, a berserker that had defeated garden angelica as if they were nothing. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of Heaven, his demon half and his unstoppable strength in battle made him a terror, while his Archangel half and his private road to off evil made him almost an graven image.

Once the wound in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. Well over a hundred Angel Falls were arriving to assist in the healing process, signification that he could finally use up a break. Even after firing a rage fire to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three C the great unwashed, his Department of Energy levels were still fairly gamey, but his mind was pall. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual keep man lose their life-time in such horrific ways and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to clear his psyche for a few minutes. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of the exit with his handwriting over his cheek as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a char's part said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on molly, who had a nervous look on her face.

"Molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I talk to you about something, or is now a bad prison term ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the wall, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would tattle to Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as meddling as you are. To be honorable, I have no one else really to peach to. You're the solely former non-human that I know, and I just don't think a living mortal would understand me.

Oh god, this is so dolt. You already have so much to deal with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such self-confidence that she stopped in her tracks."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your trouble don't matter and you don't want give anyone else the tot encumbrance. But we are friends and I want to serve you. I want to stimulate you felicitous. Any weight you have to behave, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad smile on her fount."Thank you,"she said before retaking her property beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a mystifying breath."The problem is… I was too scared to fight. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those freak, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without hesitation, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the initiative post, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"mollie, there is goose egg haywire with being scared, especially for someone in your spatial relation. If genus Selene had endured what you endured, then she would experience froze as well. Not only is it pathetic to just anticipate you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have zilch to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the first place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a ignition lock of her golden hair, and as his finger's breadth grazed her cheek, she burst into tears and sat down on the floor, wrapped in her flank. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to think of something to say, something to do her feel better, but he had no experience in which to attract on. He didn't know how to comfort people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every clip I close my eyes, I see all the devil standing over me, laughing. Every meter my mind wanders, I remember the pain I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her impudence, ending her gasps.

In the box of the roof, Rosemary landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get sweep up up in the calamity of the hospital. She was originally there to enjoin him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to break. With a smell of warm pride on her face, she stood back to let Baltoh aid Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're dead now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human body, but you've been reborn into a new consistency. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no cicatrice in which to carry. Your organic structure is completely untouched ; nothing has been taken from you. The only tracing of your pain lie in your own retentiveness. All you have to do is look forward to the time to come and bury the yesteryear like your old body. What happened to you happened, we can't change that, but you can do to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an Angel, and you have the greatest chance in the mankind to switch everything and starting from scratch."

Molly gained a diminished smile of peace on her face as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosemary silently whispered, feeling her philia swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the time you need, do whatever you need to do to be at heartsease. If you ever want to fight, you're more than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will judge you. You have all the time in the earth to screen thing out and you'll always have the support of Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I percentage a bond as well."

Molly was soundless, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his mitt and lifted her Chin, looking into her bluing middle and trying to get her to verbalize."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to make me sense better. Make sexual love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response 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 cruelty, I want an act of benignity. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that nightmare with a beautiful dream,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be unplayful ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ Rosemary thought before Baltoh and molly began making out.

Rosmarinus officinalis's jaw dropped as she watched their tongues saltation and their hands run across each other's bodies. Baltoh was blue at number one, waiting to feel mollie's stimulation reach its peak before showing any kind of aggression. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the rampart of the outlet and pulled his lip away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasure. rosemary watched them with her unanimous body shakiness and her ventilation quick and shoal. This was the first metre she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking Molly up and holding her against the bulwark, Baltoh continued to kiss her neck and collarbone, while she purred in felicity from the trace of his lips and wrapped her legs 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 longsighted tongue between mollie's lips, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tail and carefully cut the lacy straps of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his early hand to pull down on her dress, letting her melon-sized jugs pop out like airbags. mollie's breathing was heavy as the tonic air kissed her pap, followed by Baltoh. Running his lips across the plump soft balloons, he stimulated every nerve with artistic skill, bringing her to her level best point of arousal.

As Rosemary watched Baltoh sucking on Molly's nipples and leave behind them wet and erect, she listened to Molly's coos of joy and felt them resonating with her body. Watching the two of them made her breasts tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to mollie and seeing the look of euphoria on her brass was sending ripples of warmth through her body from between her branch. No matter how laborious she tried to fight back it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling envious, as her breasts were aught compared to the squishy bowling balls that stood out on mollie's chest.

"Baltoh, order me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet panty. Her phonation was high pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't forethought if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."Molly, I love you."

All of the energy he had burned with just a second before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a recollective osculation, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her hint thick with hormone and her pegleg wrapped tightly around his waist.

He cut away her pantie, revealing her smooth wet prick, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his cincture and pants with one hand, Baltoh pulled out his putz, which was already fully rear and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering molly, he continued to kiss her and grinded the irradiation against her await pussy, driving her wilderness with anticipation. Without him even inserting the promontory, he had mollie giving soft moans of seventh heaven as his powerful cock rubbed against her soft delicate brim. It felt so hot and mighty that she was almost at the peak of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosemary was unable to see Baltoh's manhood, but in the backrest of her mind, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feelings and desires for him, but also out of the mere curiosity of whether he had the endowment fund of a Demon or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm trusted, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dearly life while his cock rubbed against her pussy 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 feel you,"she murmured with her face buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even higher, Baltoh positioned his cock against the outspread lips of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in formulation for the sexual cloud nine. Working his turncock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt Molly's interior open up and widen to accept him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasure that jumped in volume each s. In the setting, rosemary was watching them with her middle wide and her breathing sullen, 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 plosive consonant and pressed himself against Molly, holding her against the bulwark with his body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their fingers intertwined above their header. With Molly's hands cattle ranch and their palms pressed together, Baltoh dug his nipper into the bulwark, giving him a handhold for when he would take his usual rhythm. Sensing what was about to befall, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one great poking, Baltoh forced his total hammer into her Virgo slit, rupturing her hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly moan like an opera house singer, wishing that she could sense the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock out of her, revealing the blood of her virginal membrane coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in long, deep driving force. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the power and speeding of his penetration, while holding onto the wall with his chela. Her white meat bouncing with each muscular jabbing, molly gave a uninterrupted groan of sexual ecstasy as Baltoh pummeled her inside with his brawny Hammond organ, growing in f number in pep pill every second. In less than a hour, he was fucking her like a machine with her body pinned against the wall and her fingerbreadth wrapped around his as he worked to keep open his powerful pace. Her breasts 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 powerful manhood.

In the background, Rosmarinus officinalis was flushed with the drown desire to contact herself, her skin crawling and itchiness as if she were covered in bug bites. Listening to mollie begging for Baltoh to eff her harder, riotous, and deeper was driving her wild with lust and envy, but no thing how great the desire became, she refused to indulge in the sinful desires. She had to stay resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of self-gratification. But no matter how severely she tried, she could not appear away from the animal passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five min.

Deciding that there was no ground to keep up it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of self-control and increased his upper and mightiness, fucking her as strong and fast as physically potential, making Molly cry out in felicity as his cock plunged deep into her easy warm pussy, slamming into every sensitive daub and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few seconds before Molly did, but with a jet of seminal fluid spraying her insides with what felt like the insistency of a fervidness hosepipe, she honestly couldn't William Tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her pussycat from the insistence of the flood, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her man as she screamed in jubilancy and squeezed Baltoh's hands as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her whole trunk 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 stomach. As if broken from a trance, Rosmarinus officinalis shook her head from side to side and matte her rousing dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming impalpable, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top floor and then made her way through the edifice to the staircase leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would suspect her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became strong-arm once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one last deep breath to calm her nerves, she walked up the staircase, opened the room access, and came out onto the cap. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the slew before her. Molly was on her knee, her read/write head bobbing back and forth as she sucked Baltoh off with unbelievable skill, draining every hold up drop of ejaculate. Baltoh grunted as he had his second sexual climax and Molly leaned her forefront back with her back talk open, letting semen spray her font and fill her mouthpiece, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained glob and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, Rosemary was ineffectual to traverse that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a frown, she let go of the room access and allowed it to fold, creating a tacky fringe that made Baltoh and molly jump in surprise.

"There is a meeting about to happen in City Hall, follow me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his bloomers, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the brass."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a lowly smile and leaned forward, kissing the one stain on her case that wasn't coated in seminal fluid."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the dark staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to look for him to shut the doorway, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in city Hall, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"Rosemary said before turning around and smacking him across the font as hard as she could. The bump didn't send Baltoh back a individual whole step, but he clutched his face and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be mean, but never cruel. I thought you were in love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that cyprian ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; mollie is component 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 dark genus Selene was captured and molly was killed. Including molly was all Selene's idea. She is now part of the group. I did nil wrong."

While his dustup crushed Rosmarinus officinalis's accusations, there was still so very much ire in her eyes.

"You can be a real bastard, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could surprise off, Baltoh grabbed her mitt and spun her vertebral column around."If you're going to be angry with me, then at least have the grit to say the understanding. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

Rosmarinus officinalis looked away from him as a rip ran down her nerve."You were supposed to love me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you better than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in love with somebody, it should take in been me ! Instead you just mounted the first homo you saw and started fucking any composition of ass that walked by without care or emotion ! If it was so easy for you to be cozy with someone, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the same person you met in Hell twenty-three age ago,"he said softly.

"Don't break me that SOB, zip 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 Hell twenty-three years ago, that was xxiii years for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. Things change Rosmarinus officinalis, things always change, including people, and while you may not believe it, you're the ground why I changed so often,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, tears streaming from her oculus."It's not fair. If you changed so often, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the rampart with their fingerbreadth intertwined and his pincer digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her peg, the two of them separated only by the fabric of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so strong and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and meet it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to take hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the Lapplander spatial relation that he had been in with Molly just a few minutes ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her center closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her center to bolt subject as their lips joined and separated and their natural language danced. rosemary began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his torso forward, rubbing his invest cock between her leg, with her step-in becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the base."Then in clock time, perhaps you shall cause it. affair are changing, rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feeling that my armistice with heaven won't last too long after this all ends and the channel of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to own to pick a side, just make certain that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal hurry refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in Hell, it will rent a while for enough troops to be found to adjoin on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the loss leader of the defensive force were all standing in the mayor's bureau, planning their next move. Selene was there but Rosemary was late to arrive.

"But at what price. Baltoh, do you have any idea how much damage you may suffer just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. Forget a hole between proportion, that dimension would ruin itself and drag in the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the mogul usage low. That blast caused a lot less death than you think, as most of the Energy Department was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the multitude of the city ?"genus Selene asked. Michael shook his head with his heart bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a c thousand people and Sir Thomas More than a million were wounded. Even with angel flooding the city, there were just too many foeman forcefulness to preserve the humans rubber. And that's not even counting the figure of Angels we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't imagine any of the residents of this city surviving this war. Most likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutter will be overflowing with lineage,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"rich person you guys figured out how to overrule all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our substantially minds in Heaven running simulation after pretence and studying this anomaly from every angle,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as unsubdivided as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his booster wasn't just lounging and eating mass between their appearances. We've found signs of symbolic representation scribbled across the city in human blood, and I don't just mean at the site where those nether region abysm were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbol. As you can ideate, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean ? !"the chieftain of police force yelled, already on border from the battle, the deaths, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more complex than just six summons and human being negativeness,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the data in the depository library of Congress out of binary codification, that's how complex it was. We're trying to figure out the precise chronological sequence of symbols required, but it's foresightful than your DNA and finding even about of them and what order they went in is unimaginable. We're basically trying to visualize out the blueprint of a castle after finding just half a brick bulwark. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what sort of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing formula from scratch, it would train M, if not tens of 1000 of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year metre ratio of Hell,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"genus Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the mastermind in paradise just draw out the counterbalance sequence at random like a gang of monkeys on typewriters printing out the kit and caboodle of Bard of Avon, then we have no way to turn back the affects of this rite,"Michael swore with his tone as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just anticipate on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The room was silent.

"YHVH stopped caring about the going on of the human beings a foresightful time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into perdition ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them head on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destroy whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to carry on ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just feel us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Devil. I'm certain you think that the Devil is actually Satan, who was originally the fallen archangel Lucifer. That is incorrect. Satan and Lucifer are princes of perdition. You know how they say that Old Nick is the prince of duskiness ? Well Tenebrous is the tycoon, the first diabolic entity born through neither human alinement or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can give up him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep breather."No, his force are humans apart from mine. I can't even defeat the nether region Princes. I'm a powerful fighter and I can induce planetary desolation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his powers lie on a universal scale leaf. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me respective hundred meter, and each fourth dimension, I escape by the skin of my teeth. Every time I've come to terra firma, it was to escape Tenebrous or the Hell Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the public and with no way to give up or reverse it,"said rosemary.

Everyone was silent and time slowly passed by. One instant, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his Kuki-Chin resting on his tented fingers, deep in thought."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breathing spell.

Everyone turned to him, the garden angelica with an especially anxious look on their faces.

"What ?"genus Selene asked.

"There might be a way to turn the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"desecration ! Speaking such lyric is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the idiomatic expression in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally deep voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the repulsiveness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in netherworld by pleasure seeker philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a small head like yours, one that has not lived for as long as I have lived and seen as often 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 game of their history through the abrupt encumbrance of a god. Machina refers to the crane used in plays to bring down the thespian playing these gods dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a different yet interchangeable meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Yahve in Heaven that created this macrocosm and nether region, but Heaven and Hell splitting off from this universe of discourse upon its birth, in which you humans phone the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hell are opposition weight unit on a shell, then this macrocosm is the plate itself. In this approximation, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray ’, or essentially the combination of darkness and light.

The second part of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Jehovah and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one breaker point were lesser beings, no greater than you or I. The impression is that there are three Thrones, each serving as the lacing heart and matrix of a land. Whether these are real crapper or symbolic ace, nobody is sure. But they say that whoever is able to read a commode becomes a god of that universe. tenebrific occupies the Throne of Hell, Jehovah occupies the Throne of promised land, and the Throne of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this example, ‘ god out of the machine'refers to the Thrones creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can take control of the commode of Cinereo, then we can override all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the rules. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our face is our estimable bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would solve together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're friends so you don't get to pull these pragmatic jokes !"Michael barked.

"The alone reasonableness why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lies you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is rightful and you and your fellow Archangels were created after the arrival of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the blueprint of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"heterodoxy !"Michael shouted.

Rosmarinus officinalis on the other hand had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"keep on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as much detail or data. The explanation I received was nil like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't affair what version you heard, every version is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and stick with ? The insult to the truth of the humanity ? !"

"What is the the true, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and pursue ? Think about it, Jehovah hasn't once explained the truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand years. We're his Archangels, his courier, and yet I can't remember the shoemaker's last clock time I saw him or heard him. We know naught about Maker, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the oldest and inviolable of us, the only Demon-Archangel hybrid to ever exist, the greatest anomalousness in the universe, and he knows the origination of the universe with more clearness than we do !"

Michael stood conclusion to her, their faces in apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Archangels'attention."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to secernate half holy person and Angelica Archangelica in Heaven to stop their impossible charge to find a reversing spell and instead evidence them to begin 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 future clock time I fire one of my blasts down into Hell, it will be at to the full power. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable options. Find the commode or fuck up up Inferno, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep rumbling voice.

"Damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't tending what it takes, just save my city !"the mayor shouted.

"mulct, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant asshole,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the commode 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 advert that looking for it means searching the entire universe,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophical point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our lustrous minds on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a news bulletin of light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is nothing we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the heart of the night approached ( though there was no way to tell clock time in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his go away second joint and mollie straddling his right. The two women were rubbing their slippery pussies against his legs like a twosome of dolphins scratching an urge and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the trio were all kissing each early with their clapper forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thigh, he was rubbing their turn asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their joy, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of Rosemary standing in the recess, completely undetectable to all green goddess. She had arrived ask him more about Deus Ex Machina, but again found herself hypnotized by the ménage à trois before her. Upon discovering them, she was flushed with a mixture of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sensual saltation while her head raged,

After coming so close to being intimate with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of intimacy with his lover and blonde concubine at the Same clip, rosemary felt caustic resentment and anger towards him for his lip service. But before long, that choler turned to begrudge, envy of Selene and Molly for being able 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 love trilateral. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the hospital ceiling, but now it was clearly patent. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's kernel belonged to Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very confusing. The final result were a perplexing nautical mile of social moral force that she found incredibly… interesting, so interesting that she was compelled to study it from every slant like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two char kiss each other with Baltoh's tongue between their soft wet lips and their helping hand gently stroke and tickle each former's naked bodies, Rosemary could finger impregnable lustfulness and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that Saami sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a sealed softness, a certain sweetly everlasting erotism to the touching between the two women, a singular affableness that did not exist between a man and a women. This strange bonding was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could key it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her life, the only sexual persuasion she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an Archangel. But now, lust and intimate hungriness were flooding her body like a blood transfusion, stirring her thoughts into dissimilar fancy, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having stiff feelings for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two women, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, fuck me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and mollie's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the center of her chest of drawers while mollie pouted that Selene got the first turn.

mollie moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his cock into her glistening slit. She gave a diffused whine of delight as it entered her, filling every nook and fissure of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her bureau heaving and her white meat jiggling like body of water balloons, Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in blissfulness and rubbing her load slit with her manus after licking her finger's breadth. While genus Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down flat and Molly began riding his look, whining from the acute wizard of his tongue flicking her sopping wet bitch while she ran her tongue across Selene's swinging titty.

In the corner, Rosmarinus officinalis's ventilation was heavy as she watched them. With her heart running up genus Selene's and molly's beautiful bodies, slightly glistening from a slight flick of sweat, and listening to the sounds of Selene's wet cunt lips hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her smoothen thigh clapped against his, Rosemary felt like her whole trunk was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to finger herself. She wanted to find her hands against her own naked consistency for the first very sentence in her life-time. Even while inaudible, inconspicuous, and intangible, she was afraid to move for fright of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so lots stronger. Her breathing became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her brim, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her side, rubbing her fingers against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy bloomers and hint herself.

Back on the bed, molly's coos were turning into gimcrack whimper as Baltoh's persistent tongue brought her closer and closer to her first coming as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delicious pussycat, slurping up every free fall of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delicious taste and feeling of mollie's heart and soul. Desperate for boost stimulation, the blonde looker shifted her weight, using one handwriting to squeeze her Brobdingnagian boobs almost brutally and finger her miserly asshole with the other. Her whine grew in volume and she stopped licking genus Selene's bouncing breast, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first orgasm, she worked her halfway finger in her anus faster and faster, sending shivers up her soundbox from the unusual sensation. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental shake from the bare kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lubricator in her asshole. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on genus Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her friend's face. Selene's wrapped her lips around Molly's fingerbreadth, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent smack, all while molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, Molly gave a particularly loud high-pitched moan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her interior with exultant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her unit body quivering, Molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an exhausted cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't trust how much that took out of you,"genus Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new physical structure just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for more,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As mollie set herself to have Baltoh's powerful hard-on, genus Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around mollie's naked consistency, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her cervix. Rosmarinus officinalis licked her rim with her oral cavity dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by somebody, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to feel the au naturel body of genus Selene or molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her skin in that same intimate loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

Molly finally managed to go the head of Baltoh's cock into the entrance of her physical structure and gave a loud crying pant as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stint to take in the mass. Selene tightened her hold on her sapphic lover with her helping hand between mollie's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt mollie's pelvic region bulge as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the power point of bursting, the rapture was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her altogether body was trembling as she tried to become reacquainted with Baltoh's member interior of her and she was giving a soft whine with each movement she made. After ten instant, she gained a coy grinning and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's grueling cock, quivering with each pulse and glistening with her vaginal juice. With Baltoh's prat wrapped around her waistline to agree her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steady rhythm, springing on his tool while crying out in ecstasy every metre the principal punched the cryptic recession of her kitty-cat like a boneless fist. As she picked up speed, she relied more and more on Baltoh's sinewy tail to pump her up and down as if she were a piston while the sound of her thighs clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her shrieking of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lovers were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the corner, rosemary was staring in awe at Molly's heaving eubstance, her breasts jumping like two indestructible water balloons attached to the handle of a pogo marijuana cigarette. Even without spark on, mollie's body was glistening with a cut layer of sweat, allowing every muscle under her hide to exhibit itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's rooster and was fucked like a blow-up doll, Rosemary was filled with so a great deal lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this stranger's body as if she were a goliath lollipop.

The sound of molly's second joint clapping against Baltoh's and her groan of sexual happiness was like music to Rosmarinus officinalis's auricle, her vivacious body looked downright delectable, the spirit of her pussy succus was like perfume, and just the visual modality of the three sexual partners was captivating. All these factor were driving Rosemary up the paries and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her knocker tentatively with one hand and working her fingers in her scanty with the other. This was the starting time time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each aristocratic brush of her fingerbreadth sent shake of walking on air through her trembling consistence.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own torso as mollie released a shaking thigh-slapper of happiness from her sexual climax. She collapsed at the metrical foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping kitty and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her ramification and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smile."well darling, what do you believe ? Would you be willing to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the same stamp grinning and cupped his impertinence."Oh form, babe. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lips against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth inner thighs before running his backtalk against her sweet beauty ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's lip against her smooth sultry back end, molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and rosemary watched from the niche and did the Saami. molly finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh lick his lips in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's case buried in her ass and his tongue and lips working her like a cervix massager, Molly cooed and shook from the delight he was giving her. Selene was working her fingerbreadth between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like molly and the muckle and speech sound of mollie being pleasured. Rosmarinus officinalis was in the Saami position, her shirt removed and her low B-cup tit exposed as she rubbed her gentle pelt, wishing that Baltoh would drub her in such a way, but also becoming more and more covetous of Baltoh for being capable to lick Molly.

After exploring the depths of her asshole with his long forked tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running candy kiss up her book binding and shoulders. After kissing her neck and pinna, he sat up and grasped his cock, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly stand for that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosmarinus officinalis thought in disbelief.

Molly again spread her ass face as Baltoh pressed the promontory against her anus. Before he entered her, genus Selene moved up beside mollie and spat between her ass cheeks, lubing it up for the insight. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly squall as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, molly's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the penetration, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passage subject, Baltoh plunged his cock into her whoreson, making molly scream like a banshee from the painless yet indescribable and clumsy feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosmarinus officinalis gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his entire peter in mollie's anus, wondering how the blonde peach could possibly be moaning in XTC with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With long, retard strokes, Baltoh began to sleep with Molly's ass with outstanding acquisition, making her moan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her fingers in her pussy. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her body like an robotlike hammering. molly's moans became a ceaseless high-pitched howler as the quantity of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless digit brought her to orgasm. backrest on her end, Rosemary was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a instant 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 potent envy, invidia so large that she was almost about to protrude fingering her anus.

Rosemary's body was different from Selene and molly's, in that they had a certain well-toned maturity, but she had more of an adolescent look. As an Archangel not created by God, her consistence was the event of a gravid group of Angels fusing together into a single spirit, ending up with a physical body dictated by the absolute majority of her"factor ”. As expected, all the mortal that made hers were fair sex, almost all of them quite Cy Young. But while her body wasn't as developed as genus Selene and mollie's, she was the Lapp 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 pull in fluid that her arousal was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any monition, Baltoh suddenly tripled his velocity, making molly give a particularly loud shriek. He was driving down into her so quickly that no man would ever be able-bodied to match his speed. His totally body could barely be discerned as anything other than a whale blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the degree where it was at risk of falling apart and Molly's anus was being pummeled so strong and so deeply that only someone with an angel's endurance and stamina could keep from getting ripped subject like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so toilsome !"she screamed with the volume of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her arse while her pussy became soaked with a bracing level of fluid, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, after almost a minute-long sexual climax, molly's body became simmer down and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her dickhead gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole body was hobble, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to becharm his breathing time. With Baltoh's peter still standing at entire attending, genus Selene crawled over to him with a coy smiling and took it in her sassing, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her friend as if were butter on a corn whisky cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, molly is just an angel, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one component of her brain while the sleep of her judgement wished she could savour it.

Once the meaty pole was licked clean, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his bent knee and her manus on his articulatio humeri. With his hired hand on her pelvis, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his cock, working it into her anus. With the military strength and endowment of a gymnastic horse, Baltoh jabbing upwards into her anus, stretching the ring to its limit and making genus Selene give a bass groan. Baltoh waited for a few seconds, making sure that his position was correct 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 question between his leg and licked Selene's snatch, giving Selene a offprint rush of delight. Watching genus Selene, never before had Rosmarinus officinalis felt so very much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the Saami time… the sheer luxuria and hungriness she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For various minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's asshole and into her pussy. Being an Angel, disease and infection was impossible for Selene, and even if it was, her asshole was as plum as a blanching agent nursing bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely get no recoil for her. All three women knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their spunk skip over a pulse, before the recognition hit them and their jounce turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysterical smile on her look as Baltoh drove up into her kitty-cat various fourth dimension, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her asshole, all in exclusive fluid movement and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her pussy, soaking both porta with a frothy salmagundi of each other's natural lubricants. When he fucked Selene's arse, molly would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked genus Selene's mother fucker, mollie would lick the appearance and disappearing shaft of his cock.

After twenty bit, Baltoh had to relinquish the situation from the vast amount of energy and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the tasting of Selene's ass and pussy on his prick. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh sat up on his human knee and moved back up to genus Selene, who was on all fours with a coy smiling. With mollie manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the vain sassing of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his raw jackhammer calendar method, instantly turning genus Selene into a nervy wreck with her oral fissure hanging open as she gave a low moan of unparalleled happiness. For the start few moment, Molly sat up on her knees next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his mouth while he licked hers in a hanker passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more than stimulation and moved in front of Selene, lying on her spinal column with her branch spread and her rosy lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her articulatio cubiti, Selene excitedly buried her face in molly's pussy, licking her velvet lips with her long silklike Negroid hair scattered across her protagonist's belly. mollie's usual tacky moan were replaced with a balmy hum as she gently moved her workforce against her tit, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her body rest.

In her corner, rosemary was chewing on her hair like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heat and mind-jarring shudder pulsing through her organic structure with unfathomable speed were making it difficult to stand, let alone keep open from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquid sprayed from her puss as if it was a water gun as she achieved a distaff ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her feet and covering her smooth ramification in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the tight lips.

After soaking Baltoh's cock with her orgasmic succus, genus Selene moved to the side to recover from her sexual climax but Baltoh didn't waste a second in grabbing molly and pulling the grinning nympho over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and foot as he started fucking her bitch for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breath, genus Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her boldness, letting mollie gorge herself on her loose, tender snatch while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilation they were experiencing, Baltoh, Selene, and Molly maintained this attitude for another ten minutes with Rosemary continuing to watch them and touch herself. The placement was broken only briefly so that mollie could straighten herself and wind her legs around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his cock into her dickhead. Selene too shifted side, sitting on her heels and grinding her smooth coal black ass impertinence against Molly's face, purring at the feeling of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the dark, with Baltoh switching back and forth between the two fair sex. collective time of day were spent with his cock in different mother fucker, kitty-cat, and oral cavity, with lots the time spent with a woman's tongue in his throat or his tongue in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

audience his warning, molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her Friend's spittle lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, Selene pressed her cheek against mollie's, both women sticking out their lingua with their backtalk wide open.

Baltoh gripped his cock and began stroking it like a lunatic, finally allowing the mental and physical roadblock he had set up in his body to tumble down and let everything flow. With his eyes rolling back into his head, he released a thick gooey jet of his cum into the two women's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouths. After swallowing, the two woman sat up and began licking each former's faces like a yoke of cat, cleaning each early from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his unanimous body feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every drop of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiles. His panting having slowed and his body as limber as a rubber band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wing, wrapping them around Selene and molly like blankets.

"shit, that was nice,"Selene purred with her aspect pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"Molly tiredly whispered with her face pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a diffuse gag as the three sex married person closed their heart and became silent.

On the other slope of the way, Rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly give sex, masturbate to the deal, and feel intimate magnet to the two women. For 60 minutes she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the essence of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short of clip. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to settle asleep.

"rosemary, she was in the way watching us the totally prison term. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock absorber."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't common sense her !"

"Her centering on her concealment spell briefly wavered every clip she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

Selene gained a coy facial expression on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our next sitting ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand why you originally invited Molly, but you barely even know rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each former ? I find it backbreaking to believe that you are this uncoerced to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to watch. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to make each former happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the next fight, when all the angel are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"pay for"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each other's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the merely woman that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really bask these niggling sex party. I see that they make you well-chosen, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get jealous and their look will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love we portion. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to complicate matter. Molly loves you and Rosmarinus officinalis loves me. I just want to nominate sure 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 Selene, I would rather lose my ability and be cast back into inferno to be tortured for all timelessness than be without you."

genus Selene's smile then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's headache like dust against a broom."You will never recede me. My torso, mind, and soul, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how refine things become, all that we need is to love each other, because that love will constipate us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his boldness.

"I love you, Selene. You are the entirely being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the only one who can recount me what to do, the lone one who I will always pursue. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life in others men like a tierce if it is found. Everyone tries so hard to enshroud his or her leash, to keep from being vulnerable. genus Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever have my love and my loyalty. You are the solely one that can pee-pee this creature resile his pincer,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Sami thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this macrocosm for you, anything accept leave you. I lost my sprightliness because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to exhibit you my commitment,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an holy person, you know that ?"

"piece of ass 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 slumber,"molly tiredly mumbled with her optic closed.

"Said the daughter that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her cheek, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a small laugh and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the middle of the dark, shining in through the windowpane with the intensiveness of a stage light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his centre and looked through the balcony window. The stone dig around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten careen, 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 House of York from being instantly burned to a potato chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the strong-arm universe of Cinereo.

"Time is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his head back down on the pillow.



With Selene and mollie's naked bodies held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the position and flipped the bed as a vagabond blast struck the hotel room balcony and sent rubble and broken Methedrine flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the forces of perdition were once again advancing on New York.

"Girls, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his tail. They both shook their oral sex, jittery from the sudden shock.

"trade good, then let's get dressed. It is time to fight once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two Angel Falls flew out of the destroyed hotel room and looked out over the city. Already, Archangels and daimon were zooming between the construction while their vane and tour clashed, massive soaker of Gargoyles were bursting out of the ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and evildoer were marching through the city, battling the resident of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest flood of Gargoyles with Selene and molly following him.

"Angel Art : Wings of the reformist ! devil Art : Blades of Darkness !"he called, stretching his flank to their upper limit length.

Extending almost ten substructure, two tempered aureole of ashen illumination radiated from his Angel fender while two steel-like fins of dark energy stretched from his devil wing. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle host and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers racket. With his powered annex, he sliced the forcefulness of Hell to piece of music as if they were part of nitty-gritty dropped into a intellectual nourishment processor. Misty clouds of stemma sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded dead body region blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The sound of gunfire pulled Selene and mollie's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the number one wood desperately running over the sinner and Gargoyles on understructure. With how the vehicle was capable to shatter the skeletons of the sinner and rip apart the Gargoyles like part of yield, it was obvious that the total 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 forcefulness that filled the street, glass rained down from the office construction to their right as sinner leapt from the windowpane, howling curses with their hoary blade in hand.

"mollie, try and hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her Friend countered with fire in her heart, having developed a rude affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her manus at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the only long-range attack of the Angels : a narrow down Divinity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch illumination Dark impulse. The blast whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice it in half like a full-sized Divinity Ray, but packing more than sufficiency strength to obliterate the Sinners.

With expose and coal bones falling like hail but more than Sinners continuing to set down on and around the van, Selene took drastic action. Standing on the roof of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van look like a chopper with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to bring down on the van instead collided with Selene's wings, which were glowing with holy energy. On striking, the skeletal system were shattered like spyglass vase and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passenger inside the van were firing their gas at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like Lion after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their slug were more than than affective against the sour legions, shattering the evildoer'skeleton in the cupboard and blasting gory jam straight through the Gargoyles like cervid slugs through wilderness boars.

Up ahead, molly landed on the cap of a urban center bus which had an interior caked with parentage and aimed her hands at the hordes of evildoer and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roaring of ferocity, she launched two beams of gilt vitality from her palms, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark force play. With each she one cut down, five more would take its plaza, drawn by the rumpus of conflict. But no matter how many showed up, she refused to allow her supply of push to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and genus Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her expiry, it was not 100 % dependable. The thrill of battle and visual modality of the Gargoyles and sinner were bringing back memory board of the bother and humiliation she suffered at the hands of the daimon. That annoyance was turning into fury and conclusion, and the steely resolve to revenge her own decease and fight back against the unholy spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every blink of an eye of a memory from her death made her blood burn mark in her vein like liquefied metal and caused raging binge to stream down her side, but it also caused the Gemini beams of low-cal shooting from her hands to increase in size and power, almost turning into actual deity Rays.

With a loud shriek, she doubled her output, making the ground shake and the Windows of the bus shatter into pieces. The radio beam of light obliterated the sinner and Demons, finally allowing the passenger in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to New Englander arena, that's where everyone is being guarded,"genus Selene said to the number one wood as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a ringlet of mollie's prosperous hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a oceanic abyss breath. With a bid grinning, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their comfort was cut short as the building behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their men and each fired a ray of light of holy push at the evil empire, managing to scorch its organic structure but only inflicting as much damage as a duo of magnifying glasses on a tree tree trunk. The animal snarled and shielded its fount from the lasers, causing two narrow pillar of smoke to rise up from its hired man. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and molly and held them up, squeezing them in its brawny grip.

Crying out in the pain of the vice-like strength of the Bleak's skeletal handwriting, Selene and molly both aimed their hands at the animal's brass and fired a beam of light into its center, blinding the creature and causing smoke to pour Forth River from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its travelling bag on Selene and molly to the point where they both coughed up blood. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a night pulse.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five Demons with their power enhanced by eating man flesh and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his devotee and his friend in the helping hand of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a lucky shot and plunged her ivory katana into his breast and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the upper helping of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay alive and on its animal foot, allowing Selene and molly to slide free of its grip. Before Baltoh could catch one's breath a suspiration of relief, one of the Demons attacked from behind him and managed to dig him the cervix with a pickaxe made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing weakness, even while bleeding profusely.

Breaking the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a raging snarl. First reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his mitt back and plunged it straight into the marrow of her ribcage, piercing her breast with his claws and ripping out bally cartoon strip of her heart and left lung. The monster vomited blood and tried to sop up another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this time striking just above the mettle and tearing out all the major arteries, as well as a portion of her spinal column.

The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with inkiness flame to impose more impairment. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pick strike of the second Demon, used his right offstage to block the skull-headed hammer encroachment of the third monster, used his left wings to block the serrated jousting gig of the 4th Demon, and used his tail to strike back against the 5th Demon, who was wielding a giant cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the pain in the neck of the hammer breaking the finger cymbals in his decently extension and the shaft piercing his depart wings, but he was able-bodied to detour the onrush of the s and one-fifth and his wounding from the previous altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second gear Demon with his can and the third and fourth with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the fifth, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing superpower. The Demon raised his cleaver sword above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"darn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not wound them !"Rosemary shouted, appearing next to Selene and Molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming Demon."Angel Art : lance Of Destiny !"

From her decoration, a halcyon voulge steel guess forth, made solely of get down and as large as a car, but also being as slim down as report and moving as fast as lightning. The titan spear completely slipped through the Demon's sentiency of detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The leaf blade struck the monster headway on, slicing it in half right down the centre. With the wolf defeated, Rosmarinus officinalis turned to Selene and molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too unconnected and embarrassed to look right at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're watching over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a otiose grinning.

Rosemary's eyes widened in electrical shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she have it away ? !"Uh, effective. Once you're healed, you are to return to fighting. This struggle isn't over yet,"Rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an steamy grinning. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the elephantine rood-tree in one of the churches of New House of York City. The battle was over, and as usual, every church in the metropolis was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the fighting. The room was blood-red from the light of the Hellfire fence around the city passing through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to gain the church seem like the tantrum of a fell carnage by Demons. Mixed in with the audio of priest's dry dull and desperate voice were the grim sobs and sniff of crying citizenry, either crying for citizenry they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless situation, or just crying.

rosemary had made herself invisible so that she could pray in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to bless them or their kin, ask why God was not putting a full point to this, or to give thanks her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every death that happened to be a personal loser. Almost every Angel and garden angelica that wasn't busy healing the bruise and repairing the put down metropolis had taken a exchangeable flesh of solitude.

This time, she was praying for limpidity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for garden angelica to be in romantic relationship, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful intimate needs and desires, but the taboo of it only made them stiff and more arousing.

Behind her, the priest continued his discourse."…And so we must never suffer organized religion in the Lord, for by his dear, we shall be delivered to safety. We must continue to fight and continue to implore, so that we may show our devotion and he will save us."

Suddenly, the doorway swung unfold, causing everyone standing around them to suit more tightly packed. In pace Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. word had spread throughout the city of this cryptical figure, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, demon, and Sinners that were rising up from hell on earth and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only information that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the humans, and their answers and depictions of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the fight that had taken place in the metropolis, he had become a legend. Many people revered him as the Savior that would rescue the city and the human beings from the brink of destruction, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the worlds of light and iniquity, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon existence and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will salvage you,"he announced with a vox so deep and commanding that it made everyone handclasp.

Rosemary's eyes opened and she gasped at the auditory sensation of his voice. Baltoh began to take the air forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Jehovah will not save you, he abandoned this mankind long ago. Right now, only humans and Angels can stop the darkness. If you're going to beg, pray to us."He then rolled his eyes to the pawl of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no saint, 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 wings to their upper limit length.

The room was filled with hushed muttering of shock absorber from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade offstage and the two dim 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 gain down and save you, and it will not get you entrance into Heaven. The just thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this house of lies, instead try and help those around you. There is a lot work that needs to be done in this metropolis, people to assist and trouble that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing someone to concord your hand and get to work helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fright or respect, the masses left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each early. Everyone kept their distance from the stony loanblend, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The doors of the church closed, leaving it still with only Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the church service, near the crucifix, Rosmarinus officinalis revealed herself and stood up.

"It's foreign that you tell these people to operate instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand people who were injured in the engagement and I repaired XV metropolis closure. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to crush their impression when you of all people know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eyes on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the existence than they ever could. Jehovah has done nothing for this humans in two thousand long time. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the the great unwashed of this world or even his servant ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and tell me that you care about this existence,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the swarthiness so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of evil, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wishes to harm. I do not love this public, but I have done more than for it and its people than Divine ever has. So differentiate me, why do you still follow 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 Archangels born through the collaboration of vestal human mortal, all wishing to fight back evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the mortal of people that were made on solid ground by this universe, not Jehovah. You owe him nothing."

Rosmarinus officinalis took a cryptical breather."Why did you make out here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her wings retracted.

Baltoh took another stride towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosmarinus officinalis 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 shiver from the sensation.

"It was zip, 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 conceive of how embarrassing it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making Rosemary's lungs stop working and her entirely dead body become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't trouble, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just postulate to act on staying focused on your cloaking trance while having an climax,"he whispered, brushing his brim against the position of her neck.

She held her face in her hired hand."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her face in her bridge player.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her torso and felt the curves hidden beneath her baggy archangel outfit. The gentle squeeze made her whimper in embarrassed arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at peace )."I know what you want. I know what you desire. Say it."

"I want you, I always wanted you, ever since we first met in Hell."she finally murmured, taking a deep breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his tongue against her ear and sent a powerful 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 other. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his hands across her trunk, feeling her beautiful configuration through her wearing apparel and making her squirm in arousal, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will make it to you. I will move over you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, afford yourself to me, and we will usher you more bliss than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her head from slope to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is wrong. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to bring together. I admit, at first I was disbelieving about it, but the appreciation of your figure is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to sustain her mind clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her precursor, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and love each other ; that is our bond. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the collar of her singlet 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 breasts with his medal, making her writhe in delight from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to palpate Selene and Molly's tongues against your body, you want to feel orgasm after sexual climax rush through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another variety of heart.

"Then hand yourself to me, and I shall deed over you everything."

Wearing a aspect of mix up purity and lust on her cheek, rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his sassing against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating tongue into her soft wet mouth. Rosmarinus officinalis purred at the invasion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her tongue while carefully avoiding his keen teeth. While the flavor was long since gone, Rosmarinus officinalis could almost savor the juices of genus Selene and Molly in his mouth and they drove her wilderness in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's clapper filling her mouth, Rosemary did not feel him tear away her knickers with his claws, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare pegleg. Baltoh worked his tail between her peg, catching the waistband of her panties with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the only matter separating Rosmarinus officinalis from Baltoh's mighty hard-on pressing against her was the framework of his pants.

eroding nothing but her rosary bead chains around her articulatio radiocarpea and feeling Baltoh's hammer standing at aid against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the flavour of impotence that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, helpless, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt reverence in battle before, but this was a new veneration, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a potent Leo the Lion and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This belief of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was unutterable, the fear and the cloud nine that came with it made her shake in excitement. She wanted to feel him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood ; she wanted to submit to him and be dominated, though that Scripture was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wild brute, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her mind was still trying to resolve what to do and what it ask. Deciding to try out, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the placid lips of her snatch like a slithering Hydra. rosemary purred at the sensual mite, and when she reached down to feel her moistening button, he grabbed her manus and held them together, restricting her movement. Rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an fond cat, humming in cloud nine at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, defy me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In battle she is as rough as all of the other Archangels, but when sexually open up and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting More and more interesting,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling his demonic sense of intimate dominance beginning to bring out itself.

"What do you need ?"Baltoh asked, ending the kiss.

Rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the ground by her radiocarpal joint as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her leg together tightly as the feeling of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a third gear prison term, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her smooth derriere and along her vertebral column, gently enough to only construct the cutis ascension and not actually get blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"she begged as she felt the chomp of the razor-sharp talon against her bare soma.

Baltoh grinned at the sodding personality change."I'll chip in it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new captain ? Do you want to be used like my fiddling fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please eff me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all fours."Get on your human knee,"he ordered, taking great delectation in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes passkey,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a small smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his set up hammer, which was pulsing with each beat of his heart. On her knees, rosemary stared at it with awe and veneration, similar to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a Virgo the Virgin with a less developed body, Rosemary's bright eyes and freckled face were effulgent with innocence. Even though she was in her twenties, her virgin innocence and young eubstance made her looking so young.

"get-go playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her lips, rosemary leaned back and began working her fingerbreadth between her branch. Her breathing became quick and shallow with soft flutters of her voice and her hand became damp with her succus. The more she worked, the more her pussy began to open up and bring out itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pink interior and the wet prime petal-like folds within. rosemary was scarlet from how practically she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her Cy Young defenseless organic structure on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his manus. She could feel his eyes on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her wishing to hide away.

"hold going. Harder, faster. Don't plosive speech sound until you cum."

"Yes Master,"she whimpered, rubbing her pussy frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her hand as fast as she could and pinching her nipples for impart input. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her middle screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the residual of the church, for she could not expect the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

rosemary did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her grimace in the outlaw of her arm, Rosemary continued to finger herself with her whole eubstance shaking with each enjoyable ado of her hand, all with her anus and glistening cunt in sight of Baltoh. For a few hour, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to reach an coming. Finally, he decided to give her some avail in a way he knew would wreak best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosmarinus officinalis. Gently, he wrapped his arse around her pharynx and gave a sparkle power play. It wasn't enough to curtail her breathing or cut off blood menses, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric panic. It would let been so comfortable for him to kill her at that moment, to snuff out her life like she was nothing but a small animal. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, rosemary crossed the door into a squirting orgasm. She writhed and moaned as jets pussy juice sprayed out from between her finger's breadth wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a blur as she rubbed herself with new focal ratio, crying out in felicity from her climax.

After almost a minute, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heaving and her tits jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her unit body trembling, Rosmarinus officinalis held up her hand to her face, looking at her oiled digit, glistening with her juice. revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so ungodly. Baltoh's fanny tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nerves with submissive foreplay. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the delicious taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her finger clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a leash. He set her on her knees with his pecker just inch from her face."Kiss it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes Master,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosemary kissed the heading of Baltoh's pecker, shivering as the affectionate member touched her rim like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your rima oris and cleave your natural language out."

rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouthpiece full with her clapper sticking out like a landing strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his cock against her lingua, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her spit, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you require this pecker ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.

"Yes, please maestro. I want to take in your cock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a stately and virtuous warrior of Heaven into his submissive sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the dorsum 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 backbone of her pharynx. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to pull away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex response, but Baltoh's tail end around her throat kept her still. She could no cypher but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her face. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary gasp for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breath, Baltoh wrapped his fingers around Rosemary's hair and smeared his slime-covered cock across her face, mixing her saliva and other corporal fluids with her bust. He pushed his shaft back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making rosemary have full-body upheaval. After a few secondment, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with slime dripping from her mouth and nozzle from retching. As filthy and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her fantasy had ever been like this, but it was better than all of them. She was loving the intervention, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some bass desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean and jerk, she wrapped her fingers around the jibe of Baltoh's cock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and SHAPE while she caught her breath. Finally cook, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and molly do it, bobbing her heading back and Forth River and stroking him with her script while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his promontory roll back as he felt the fogginess of her backtalk against his manhood and listened to the wonderful squishy sound of it moving back and forward inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his entire buttocks around her dead body and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his cock staying in her sass. With Rosmarinus officinalis upside-down with Baltoh's head between her ramification, he buried his look in her twat, going down on her with far more than aggression than he would with Selene or Molly. Having never experienced the flavour of someone's lips and tongue on and in her pussy, Rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to suck in him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet snatch and licked up every drop curtain of her yummy juices, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her hair to hold her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring viciousness, causing Rosemary to retch with each powerful punch to her throat and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally time to fuck rosemary like the little whore she was. He dropped the exhausted Archangel onto the pool of grease on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined young lady try to recover her strength. Once his forbearance was at its terminal point, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your Master ? prepare to get your pussy shredded by my dick ? Beg for it like the picayune slut you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an vicious smile.

"Please know me, Master ! I want you to take my virginity with your big cock !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her implements of war shaking.

With his seat around her waist, Baltoh used his free people hand to crusade the read/write head of his cock against her waiting virgin incision. Hanging upside-down, Rosmarinus officinalis was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so hard that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the decoration of his hand. Securing the head in the glistening lips of her cunt, Baltoh returned his helping hand to her hip and took a rich breath. With a single powerful shove, he forced his total prick into her slender eubstance, not caring how flashy she screamed.

Even with her archangel dead body opening up to take him in a way that no man Virgo the Virgin could and the pain sensation almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the abrasive con game from the brutal penetration and the vast mass inside her. The sentience of his monstrous manhood stuffing her to the point where she felt like she was going to be ripped subject mocked her wildest fantasies and nightmares. The idea of experiencing this as a human terrified and confounded Rosemary as she struggled to rest and stay composure.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her wound twat. Upon its come on remotion, profligate from her pulverized hymen trickled out from between the counterpane sassing, running down her politic belly, between her hanging breasts, up her throat, and reddened her back talk like lipstick. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy handmaiden, taking great amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the shop mechanic of fucking her, but with the help of this rear to hold her still, he was fucking her like a machine in minute. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human wheelbarrow ; instead, she just had her face buried in the crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her lower dead body against his stopcock. The dominating hybrid had a smile on his face and was licking his lips as he listened to Rosmarinus officinalis's tearful moans of happiness and watched as his powerful thrusts sent rippling through her pale naked body. Wanting to see to a greater extent, he smacked her across the tail with the spinal column of his hand, jiggling the flaccid flesh and making Rosemary cry out as a vauntingly red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hired hand against the soft bare chassis of her smashed ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cries of unspeakable euphoria were like music to his pinna, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his ass, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his clench on her wrist joint and his tail around her throat. With Rosmarinus officinalis's legs wrapped around his torso and her weeping gags and cries of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to have a go at it her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her blazon held back and had his tail wrapped around her neck with the gross level of density, import that she was basically held in a sex swing and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
"Do you want me to take a leak you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make me cum, captain ! Please seduce me cum !"she begged, lusting for his rooster mysterious inside her.

Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her completely suspended physical structure shake wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't showtime hemorrhage. 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 MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet sexual climax, spraying the floor and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her John L. H. Down on her feet and then pushed her over to the rostrum. With Rosemary bent over the ambo, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his putz between her ass cheeks. He tightened his tail around her pharynx and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosemary just gave a pitiful whine and nodded her headway, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and Molly's. Spreading her legs and forcing her oral sex down against the Holy Writ on the podium, Baltoh readied the question of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and open up up as it awaited the insight. With rosemary's scream echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his cock into her tight little asshole with a ace shove of savage metier. Ignoring her painful vociferation and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic tone and the fantastic feeling of her tight rectum clenching every square cm of his cock with the cutter wet pelt, Baltoh took his natural yard, pumping into her with long, bass strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and Forth like a woodpecker, rocking the podium wildly with rosemary clinging to it for devout life and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored glass windowpane of the ideal and Angels and the row of pews for masses who attended the firm of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living organism glaring at her in disgust and mind as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with pity and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One portion of her head hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry concubine, but the rest of her intellect was excited and aroused by her pity. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her abjection was gratifying in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercifulness, being on his leash, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfilment of her own. Having developed a love of slavery, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her motherfucker so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her brain and released a cryptic moan of go, with her voice shaking with her torso from the rapid hammering of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his tail around her neck opening, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could smack them hard with his decoration, making her purr from the pang of the raw mounds. He also kissed her, licking the blood of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her question back down and pulled out of her prick. She groaned as he entered his pussy, just like he had with Selene and mollie, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his knife thrust, violating her fair sex as he kept her face pressed against the holy place Word, both to humiliate her and spit in the face of God as he bent the beautiful Angelica Archangelica to his will.

Finally, the podium fell out from under Rosemary and she collapsed to her human knee with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosmarinus officinalis on all four-spot and his hands around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a monster jackhammer. For several arcminute, 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 pussy, painting the two porta with her juice. However, as metre passed, Baltoh could eventually find his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosmarinus officinalis and leaving her bunghole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his behind around her throat. Disappointed, rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clitoris."Please keep open fucking me, Master. I want your tool inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his shaft in his bridge player. Grabbing her hair's-breadth, he smeared the oil of her ass across her font with his pecker as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck up on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to pull strings his butt behind her, causing two sections to crouch back over each other and twist into a twosome of treble helixes.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two misrepresented component of his tail into her ass and twat, fucking all three of her orifices at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle fiend. With Baltoh's cock grinding against the backrest of her pharynx and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of hump machines, Rosemary's eyes rolled back into her header and she nearly became limp, giving into the indescribable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic roar as an eruption of semen sprayed from the promontory of his cock, coursing down her pharynx, filling her belly, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from rosemary, pulling his hammer out of her sass and his tail out of her puss and asshole. Rosmarinus officinalis collapsed on the floor, facedown in a pool of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And Sir Thomas More,"she panted, happier and more expel than ever in her life.

"Than I have your nerve and your loyalty ?"

"Yes Master,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a tour with you."

Then, in line to the barbarous BDSM fucking he had just given her, he lifted her Chin and gave her a patrician and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"fountainhead, Rosemary is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a ready while ), both naked after having made love just a short while ago. Just minutes before, Selene had returned to the way, having left New House of York to go up to Earth in order to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need inside information,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously kinky slut and a completely slavish masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to mention she is a serious squirter, she sprays like a water fountain."

Selene perked up with astonishment and entertainment."Really ? Well after my first little taste sensation of supremacy with mollie, I have to intromit that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a turn with her after I gave her time to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a monolithic pulse of vim rocked the urban center to its core, shaking every construction and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and profound with inauspicious office and it felt like gravitational force itself was being magnified. Baltoh's center widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This major power was equal to his own, possibly even nifty. There were only a handful of source for such an oppressive gloriole, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Hope Beacon Summoning ! backer Art : blush wine window cuticle Summoning !"he called, clapping his helping hand together.

Little Joe hope lighthouse began to rise from the ground, each at the very edge of the city. It was the maximal phone number of the Cross that could be summoned in any given place and time. Up above the very pith of the city, a pond-sized rose window of yellow and violet glass appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the city with the illumination passing through it. With the helper of the four crosses, its diameter was expanded to comprehend all of New York and its power was great enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our law of proximity to snake pit, we've finally gotten so close that the most powerful monster can dislocate through. These are the true demon of the wraithlike deepness, the foes that have brought me nearly to the brink of last,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.

"time lag, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mount. Their ability levels are match, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have minutes before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the hell is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the other Archangels on the roof of a edifice. There were twenty early garden angelica in total, as well as a few Angel, including Selene.

"One of the Masters of straining has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the severity of the situation.

"What are professional of straining and Titans ?"genus Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next level of Demons, well beyond Archangels,"Michael admitted, being forced to eat up his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the former Angels asked.

Baltoh took a deep intimation."As you know daemon have been summoned to Earth in the past—as it is the only way for them to cross between dimension and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too a great deal of a terror, they have been known to reach full military strength and cause natural catastrophe like volcanic eruption, tsunamis, and plagues. Masters of Torture and Titans are far too herculean to be summoned, the mass of their energy is too nifty and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the remainder between Masters of torment and Titans and ogre is how they are born. Titans are born through heavy identification number of Demons managing to fuse together into one massive wildcat, just like sinner join together to transform into Bleaks. Depending on how well the process goes, they can retain their intelligence and continue to use monster Art, or fall back their minds and become bother wildcat, often used as steeds for the Masters of distortion. Masters of twisting are born more similarly to regular Demons ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell occupant that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the remains of slain daimon.

Just like with the prisoner that eventually crumble away to ash, the remains of killed daemon stay and fester, becoming Thomas More and more concentrated and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's beingness is compacted and processed to its purest build, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This dark poison eventually joins up with others and forms a Master of twisting. Even I have to press for my liveliness when I encounter them."

The description of two foes that they about to fought reinforced the hardship of the place, with dread crushing everyone with the Lapp weight unit as the night energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening clangour and the unanimous metropolis shook violently, causing respective buildings to crumble and fall apart like sign of the zodiac of placard. Red cracks flitted through the rose window holograph cast upon the city as the forces of darkness below crashed against it like a gaga bullshit against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the people been evacuated to the fringe ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. Most likely, our enemy will come up through the center of New House of York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another crash that sent to a greater extent cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the master key of Torture, and the rest of you fight the Titan. Selene, I want you and all the former Angels to stick out of this fight and guard the mankind in case any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the one-third crash rang out as the shield broke. In the center of the city, twelve urban center city block suddenly sank into the earth and the four promise radio beacon in the recession shattered like vessel. A deluge of Hellfire roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, visible only from its shadow. Hovering above the city, the savage released a deafening hollo and the geyser of red region died down, allowing everyone to await upon the creature.

The beast was a fly two-headed dog with a ten tails, prominent than its trunk when joined to together and each one far foresightful, and an iron leash on each neck opening. Its Negroid scraggly hair was matted with blood, its red eyes glowed like chance lights, both caput had rhino-like horns on the bridges of their nose, two span of bull-like horns protruded from behind its ears, its long notched fangs poked out past its mandible and glistened with acid saliva, its claws looked more like talons and appeared almost too prominent for its hand, and its oxford-gray annexe were webbed with spindly off-white and were missing most of the aerofoil membrane, but the animal was still able-bodied to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still dwarf the Earth's turgid sport stadium.

Standing on the Titan's back, holding a string that led to its iron collars, was a Demon. The entity was garbed in black armor with a pair of expectant batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like horn made entirely of phantasm fire, a tail assembly lined with spikes, a pair of large gantlet on his arms instead of hamper, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The passkey Of torture held out his paw and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his mitt, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon bone, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the daemon pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fight,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in preparation and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to face the colossus once the battle started, genus Selene gave him a kiss laced with headache but also filled with tender making love."Don't let him get to you, he's nix. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a minor smile.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her back."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how dangerous you are in your prime,"she said once in conclusion time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of torture as he spread his fender, preparing to pounce. With a wide smile on his font, Baltoh widened his posture and got into a fighter's position, brimming with confidence and excitement for the battle. Moving faster than a speeding fastball, the demon leapt from his mount and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the strike and the building under him instantly shattered from the mogul transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to push back against the daemon's sword, but his grin did not diminish.

"Well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, loss leader of forty infernal legions under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, drawing card of the forces of Heaven under cipher,"the cross countered, pushing the Demon back with the ear-stinging scrape of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is time to see which is capital ; darkness or illumination !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a mightily beef to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his blade as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the power of both humanity. This is not a question of light vs. dark ; it is a interrogative of whether your hate is swell than mine ! Now we fight with our aliveness on the crease to prove who has the greater resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their swords, every window within a square mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon shock. Before Amen could deliver another spinning charge, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the daemon by the throat with his tail. With a powerful whiplash, he threw the ogre straight down into the ground with enough strong suit to create a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

sword in deal, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Godhead Smite spell. Amon rolled to the English, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the ground with plenty magnate to reduce nine square engine block of the city into a colossal crater filled with the rubble of the buildings that had originally stood in its space.

"fiend Art : dark Pulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his clawed finger at the hybrid and launching a contract jet of shadow energy, as declamatory as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the attempt, wrapped in smoke with half of his vest and shirt burned away."Angel Falls Art : plume Arrows !"he called, pointing his annex at Amon and launching a fusillade of feather, burning with white fire.

Wrapping himself in his wings, Amon tried to roll away but the thunderbolt made their mark, puncturing his wing over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain and got to his foot, ripping the feathering out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that someone center could not catch him, Amon swung his sword in a diagonal uppercut stroke, but the hybrid blocked the fire, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging attacks and pulley block. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the Muriel Spark being released by the colliding sword.

Spotting and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the heart with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of blood line but managed to revenge by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp spindle and plunging them into Amun's bureau, piercing his armour and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amon's helm, the two enemy separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their wound and instead just swinging their swords wildly at lightning amphetamine, attacking and blocking each other a hundred times every second.

"daemon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to tramp the spell.

Surging up from the footing, a dozen huge skeletal script reached out of vena portae to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a crowd of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"Angel Art : final exam Penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar racing shell, immense wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the bones and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Age of Reason trice !"

A blinding ray of lighter shined from Baltoh's feathers, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the daimon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his anatomy with the gut lure near the end of the blade and the serrations that lined the edge.

With blood spraying from the fissure carved across his chest, Amun snarled and clapped his manpower together with his steel between his decoration."Demon Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in painfulness as a sudden bonfire of Hell flame engulfed him. The calamitous pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"Demon Art : Undead greening !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two paladin were both wrapped in blacken auras as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their consistency in time to lock in swards. The 2d their sword collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amen in the incline, sending the daemon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometre of edifice as if they were made of mickle of tin cans.

"Demon Art : Monster Slash !"Amun thundered, getting to his fundament and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an invisible hybridizing of ten razor-thin energy sword. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the united blasts breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally recover, his oculus were pulled up by the sudden coming into court of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an entire construction in his grip. With a holler, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledgehammer, with the hybrid having LE than a second to suit intangible and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amun slammed into him with shadow energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amen stab straight down, slamming Baltoh into the land as the throw off construction shattered. Upon impact, all the rubble of the edifice was thrown upwards into a huge mushroom-shaped cloud cloud of junk from the two combatant hitting the ground.

In the bottom of a smoky volcanic crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the human face over and over again with his limb moving as blurs. With his facial expression bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the shoulder with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of building like an undestroyable missile.

"holy man Art : lance of Destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his invertebrate foot and clapping his hands together.

From between his paw, a paper-thin beam of gilt luminousness snap Forth, taking the shape of a huge blade that sliced through everything in its way. Slamming his steel into the ground, Amon brought himself to a stop as the leaf blade approached, slicing straight through the construction that he had just smashed through.

"Demon Art : Tombstone shield !"he bellowed, slamming both helping hand onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone burst from the solid ground in straw man of him, acting as a barrier against the blade. The massive voulge of unaccented smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not break. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swung his sword towards Amon's cervix, hoping to decollate him. The fiend managed to lean back enough to debar a fateful strike, but Baltoh still managed to flog his throat, causing a fountain of inky-black lineage to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amen in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a hummer through construction after building. Not wanting to misplace the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amun, reaching him in less than a instant. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their claw index fingers at each other, the penetrative talons just in apart.

"daemon Art : Dark pulsation !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed boost to avoid the colossal black human dynamo being launched from the match heads of the Titan.

"backer Art : doughnut Discuss !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, attacking the animate being from behind while its aid was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her nimbus, she drew a long chain of identical hoop of favorable light and threw them at the fauna. The tintinnabulation struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its mightily pelt. With an nark tangle, the colossus turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tails, sending her crashing into a metropolis bus with sufficiency specialty to cleave it in half. Lying at the end of a retentive Crater in the street, rosemary cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a massive dark. Flapping her wings desperately, she took trajectory and fled as the titan tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : terminal penance !"Raffaello Sanzio called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a dozen enceinte wooden crosses fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the animal's back and momentarily threatened to hold it off balance. Furious, the goliath turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized black fireball. The eruption struck Raphael head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"an Archangel with short blond hair's-breadth called, rocketing down towards the titan with her brand raised.

Sensing her approach, the colossus raised its two head teacher and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive Dark pulsation. The Archangel blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the beam of energy and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her strength increased. The attack finally ended and the adult female's brand was knocked to the side by the net bead of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the Titan reached up with its other question with lightning speed and stabbed her right in the gut with the horn on the bridge circuit of its nozzle. The power of the impact and the sizing of the horn ripped her to pieces and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another archangel by the public figure of Remiel yelled through his long braided whiskers, mourning the loss of his brother. The Angelica Archangelica turned to the Titan and clapped his hands together, spreading his wings to their maximal length."Angel Art : Incense asphyxiation seal !"

On his statement, four pillars of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fence of tweed lightning around he heavyweight. Once completed, the four column each began spewing thick clouds of thurify Mary Jane, filling the space within the prison but going no further. In seconds, the Titan was inconspicuous, hidden within a cloud of weed. Over the strait of the dense vapor spraying out like water jets, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the exhaust as it burned its flesh like gaseous acid and pressed on its body from all incline as if it were at the butt of the ocean.

"saint Art : deity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingerbreadth at the Titan and firing beams of halcyon light as large as Hummers. The beams struck the heavyweight, causing it to entangle in hurting and illuminating the smoke swarm.

"livelihood shot ! We have to kill this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his Energy into his blast.

All of the Archangels were thrown back as the Titan released an earthshaking holla and was wrapped in shadow fire. The black detonation shattered the four column and pushed aside the theology ray as if they were mere ray of light of light. raging at the damage they had caused it, the animate being reached out with its two heads and snapped up a pair of Angelica Archangelica, than knocked the rest back like a grouping of fly ball with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it possible that this thing is so powerful ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the bulwark of a split up building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only one who can face something like this !"rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every prison term something goes wrong ! We are Angelica Archangelica of Heaven, we do not need aid destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to give suck his bruised ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that master of distortion. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocated shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is rider,"Rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper clap on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon remark that it was the magic 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."

"Damn it, have we really fallen this far ? !"H

"aftermath up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his middle and mulled over the conclusion, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redhead stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing piece we have. Hopefully we can stop it or slow down it down enough for Baltoh to tempt that schoolmaster of torture over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. angel Art : Hope pharos Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

tetrad construction around the heavyweight shattered as a radical of Leslie Townes Hope pharos appeared in their place, giving all the Angelica Archangelica four business leader boosts.

"backer Art : net crucifixion !"Rosemary called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the integral city, a monolithic cross burst from the earth, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a shadow over the heavyweight. Dozens of whiplash, adorned with thorns and second of sophisticate metallic element, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its physique. The fauna howled in pain as its canine bones snapped and its muscleman tore so that its tree branch could be secured to the crisscross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the neck opening of the heavyweight, a crown of spikelet formed and acted as another bind to the crossing. Finally, a building-sized spear blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the lusus naturae's chest.

"Angel Art : rosary Restraints !"all the Archangels called as the behemoth roared in pain and frustration.

From their beaded bangle, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the cross while burning its frame like hot wire. Pulling on the chains with all their strength, the Archangels pulled the hybridizing out of the ground and sent it falling back like a sliced tree diagram before shaking New York with its landing.

"holy man Art : Final Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a dozen towering crosses began to fall down from the sky like bomb, slamming down into the behemoth each with the weight unit of a mountain. Throughout New York, construction were thrown from their grounding by each devastating impact and swarm of dust completely filled the air. The massive crosses had skewered the beast like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"Angel Art : Incense suffocation stamp !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the spell, four familiar towers of well-endowed incense lanterns burst from the soil around the beast and began spewing forth their grass, which crushed the colossus like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to arrest their breathing time, the massive creature unleashed a roar as low and rich as the beating of war drums and its torso began to burn with black firing, slowly eating away at all of the cachet. Even with their power enhanced with four promise radio beacon, the Archangels still could not keep the beast or its gargantuan energy restrained.

"Quick ! scratch line hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the charm ! rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching dash of deuced Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a barren wasteland, their infantry buried under the powdered rubble of the building that had originally stood. Almost a third of New House of York had been reduced to dust and ash from their active conflict, much of the destruction being the result of them both smashing each other over the heading with total buildings like a pair of animated cartoon character reference. Both fighters were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received countless injuries that would give meant the death of any regular Demon or Angelica Archangelica. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their muscularity, but the injuries, both fighting through and healing them. In the battle, Amen had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amen in the face, sending the Master of Torture staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his strong suit. Struggling to abide on his feet, Amen could do nothing as his fount was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his nozzle and cracking different arena of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the ground beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amun and to instead fix his balance. This gave Amun the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his tail and then spinning around, delivering a powerful kick to the center of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the ogre's after part with all of his costa broken and rip cyclosis from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his foot, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to neglect the severity of combat injury while they mended themselves.

‘ Damn it, this is why I make sure never to struggle these guys for extended close-range scrap. We're too evenly touch and we're just wearing each other down. At this rate, we'll just down each other or attain a stalemate in which neither of us can move and the fate of the fight and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can slay that Titan,'he thought to himself, blinking gruelling to straighten his hazy vision.

Forming his sword from black flame, albeit at a much slower pace than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the terminal of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clang, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this final battle will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breath as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his blade above his foreland and brought it down towards Baltoh's aright slope, aiming for the nervure between his articulatio humeri and neck. Baltoh blocked the onslaught with an uppercut swing, and while Amon tried to rend his leaf blade back for another attempt, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the blood spraying across the ground with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by epinephrin and rage pumping through his venous blood vessel like his inky blood, Amun pulled his blade back and countered with a stab to the left face of Baltoh's bureau, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to stay awake and on their metrical foot, the two fighters locked steel once, twice, three times, with each collision sending showers of twinkle as if the blades were voluptuous. On the 4th clash, Baltoh was able to maneuver his steel past Amon's and extradite a deep cut across the articulatio humeri, then distort the blade and transmit it sheering across his pharynx. Gurgling on his own profligate, Amon roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming profligate blinding his left eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in pain. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his sword from the side and cutting Baltoh's stomach open and leaving his entrails dangling. With a demonic roar of anger, Baltoh raised his steel high above his head word and struck Amon's left shoulder with a cleaving slant. Pulling down on the brand, Baltoh carved through the demon's form with the serrations and gut draw, ripping him opened like a chain saw. Amon's shoulder joint and costa were shattered by the brutal strike, the brawn were all severed, the nerves cut, and the vein spraying line of descent like fountains. Amon stepped back with his solid left field side from the waist up barely clinging to the rest of his organic structure. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the wrong spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two rival stepped back, each physically trying to hold their bodies together and keep from falling apart.

"victor !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosmarinus officinalis ? ! What is she doing here ? The heavyweight is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amon as the original of Torture pointed his clawed finger's breadth at the oncoming garden angelica and launched a Dark pulse rate that was ten times larger and more powerful than a steady fiend or Bleak's. Even in the term he was in, Amon was easily able-bodied to take forth the energy required to belt down Rosemary like she was a fly. With the speed and diameter of the blast, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be able-bodied to dodge.

"Angel Art : William Henry Gates of Heaven ! Demon Art : Tombstone cuticle !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The giant Dark Pulse was suddenly stopped as a gate of self-colored gold appeared before Rosmarinus officinalis with a duad of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the bars. The eruption struck the barrier like an enrage elk against a tree, stopping in its tracks but making the barrier crack and warp under the pressure. Rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable military force and the unmovable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to proceed the magic spell secure so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the gust and pounced on him like a quite a little lion, digging his claws into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : last Crucifixion !"Rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white Cross explosion from the terra firma behind Baltoh and the rabid Demon was yanked off his cover and slammed against it by grabbing serrated lash. While the crucifixion ritual took place, Rosemary kept the patch going, desperate to restrain the wounded but deadly Master of Torture.

"Angel Art : prayer beads Restraints ! backer Art : plumage arrow ! Angel Art : Halo Shackles ! Angel Art : Incense suffocation Navy SEAL !"she bellowed, landing on the ground beside Baltoh with her men aimed at Amon.

In tandem bicycle, red beaded chains launched from her prayer beads wristband and tied Amun to the cross like a straightjacket, eight-inch prospicient feathering nip from her flank and lodged themselves in Amon's soma, farther nailing him, and rings of golden light appeared around his ankles, radiocarpal joint, and headspring, acting as one stopping point bond to the wooden structure. final but not least, four pillar of incense lanterns rose up around the hybridisation and filled the space between them with dense smoke, crushing Amen like piss and burning his lungs with hallow vitality. In his vaporization coffin, Amen could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he discern what was going on outside.

"passkey, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The crossbreed cracked a smiling at the given honorific. Even while out of the sleeping accommodation, it appeared that she was still subservient and firm to him.

"I'll alive, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to kill him or that giant and time is running out. Even in his current commonwealth, Amon won't be held back every farseeing by those spells. We only have five or ten minutes before he breaks free and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the forte to use any of your rage flack ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and respite for a few minutes, I might give enough power for at least one shaft, but it would consider too long to boot and fire. Unless I can fully restore, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his pes but falling back down.

Rosmarinus officinalis hesitated before oral presentation."Master, I'll take precaution of you. Just lie back and I'll mend your wounds and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the last office with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely avail. And don't worry, I doubt I'll lowest long."

"angel Art : Laying On of work force,"rosemary whispered, holding one soft hand over Baltoh's bare chest with unripened healing energy streaming from her palm tree. With her other hand, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size and military capability at the attention.

With a coy look on her side, Rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her sassing, sucking off the sweat from fight while she healed his wounding with both hands. Their time was running out and Amon would soon get out innocent of his prison house, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosemary was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every voiced wet quoin of her mouth, trying to inveigle a climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the gibe with her tongue and cheeks, worked the head with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drop curtain of saliva she could muster. While her headland bobbed up and down, her mouth made the strait of gum being chewed as the large phallus was massaged with great sexual dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his body with healing energy from her hands, mending his injuries and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his quickest climax, spraying almost a pint of come into Rosmarinus officinalis's rima oris and pharynx, every driblet of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating stopcock clean and jerk and sucking out every shoemaker's last clod of his semen. His military capability restored and his consistency as limber and relaxed as a line of operative tube, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his cincture before jumping to his feet with a felicitous yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amun.

The Demon had made a lot of progress in his escape valve, as already the rosary restraint were snapping like ribbon, the rood-tree was fractured in multiple places, the feather arrows had already been incinerated, the anchor ring bonds had shattered, and the incense smoke in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be visible. The seals would only adjudge for another min at most.

"holy person Art : rosary Restraints ! monster Art : Dark shackle !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metallic element bands and beaded cords around his wrist, two dozen disastrous bladed string and prayer beads binds slam Forth and wrapped around Amon's prison in entireness before tightening on the four incense pillar and crushing Amon's prison like a house of cards. The chains and rosary bonds continued to twine around Amen and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's energy and forming a nearly impenetrable SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosmarinus officinalis following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the trap Amon with him and raced over to where the rest of the Archangels were still fighting the titan. The pilot waterproofing trance had long since been destroyed, so now the forces of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the animal with everything they had, tried to keep back it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the midsection of a gold and melanize bonfire, caused by their energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a hollo of bravery, Baltoh swung the lariat of Hell chains and rosary bonds with Amon at the end like the head of a battle flail, bringing it down onto the titan with enough persuasiveness to excite all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the wight from the shear pain of the shock. Snapping the electric cord with his keister, Baltoh clapped his hands together to name the future spell."demon Art : Mausoleum Prison !"he cast, harnessing the powerfulness of the nearby Hope Beacons to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbolization 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 heavyweight and the Master of distortion, locking them away like money in a savings bank vault.

"daimon Art : Debt recovery !"Baltoh then called with his smiling growing.

At his command, almost a hundred massive skeletal hands burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one nifty heaving, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying unbent upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his organic structure level and his wings out in front line of him with his burning annulus between the tips. He had to measure this carefully, as he did not want any more aliveness to be lost. His nimbus began to spin, increasing in speed every second up to the point where it looked like a sphere of influence of light.

High up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amon on its binding, holding its reins with his sword in hand. Both daemon released roars of frustration and bloodlust, ready to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"wellspring it won't be by your helping hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his blast at entire strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her centre from the nuclear-level brightness of the beam fired. Upon its launched, the flak instantly began to expand at terrifying magnitude, but with Baltoh's calculation and positioning, it would not rival either sides of the pit around New House of York. By the time it reached Amon and his steed, the blast was already a third as large as the city and far too mightily to stop or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a freeway semi and did not slow it down in the least as the good time continued to rise upwards. Up on the open of Earth, where the American English government had set up a command center around New York, sensors and instruments of all sort were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the area. Finally, with a diameter as large as New House of York itself, the blow shot upwards from the shaft and passed right through the noodle of black pot due to the holy man muscularity within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the electron beam of light shot into the sky with as a lot vim as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knee and bowing down. As the electron beam shot up into space, the air was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The blow faded into the finally few beads of Department of Energy and Baltoh began to decrease, drained of energy and with a smile of victory on his boldness. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the primer coat with her look glowing with tender beloved and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on Earth, as after a conflict with a Master of Torture, Baltoh refused to do anything or sing to anyone until he had taken a shower and genus Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity pass her by. As he checked the locks on the door to make indisputable that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the shower, waiting for the water to warm up up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the city ?"genus Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't worry, after that conflict with the Master of Torture, the forces of snake pit will probably wait and bide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bathroom.

Standing in the door, he came to a dead halt and smiled. His eyes were fixed on Selene glistening with a sexy radiance as the body of water ran down her naked body. Each drop-off on her delectable chocolate-shade skin glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sultry curved shape of her consistence. He could see her muscles relaxing under the heat of the water, her breast expanding with each deep breath, and the shivers of relief that passed through her flawless material body as the hot waving washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding doorway."Come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to take in for a piffling while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

Selene looked up into the nebulizer with her mouth surface, as if the showerhead were his cock and he was ejaculating onto her face. The urine streamed across her side and through her long silklike hair, and as she rolled her head from face to side as if receiving a massage, her respiration became expectant. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to keep his eyes fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her trunk, touching herself gently. With each pass of her hands across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's cock began to balloon and he licked his lips in desire, wishing that he could be the body of water itself.

gap up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small block into her helping hand and lathered her palms with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own jot, she began squeezing and rubbing her large breasts, making them slippery with a application of froth running across the soft tegument. As she massaged her breast and traced the bar of soap around her mamilla, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect cock with a wide grin on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the methamphetamine CRT screen and pressed her tits against the looking glass. Baltoh's breathing became heavy as he watched her rub her breasts against the crank like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving gull through the sheen of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her bountiful titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the grievous bodily harm across her curved torso, lathering her pitch black skin with a level of thin gabardine foam. As her hands moved down her flat belly, she shifted her hips from side to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

Looking back over her shoulder, Selene turned around so her back was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his lips, Selene spread her leg and bent over, exposing her pussy and asshole while she soaped up her recollective smooth pegleg. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her house curvaceous ass, shaking in fervour as he stroked his dick. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, Selene began lathering her ass face, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual power and wishing to palpate Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of Georgia home boy wash away. While the lathery pee streamed off, genus Selene sensually rubbed her body with her hands moving finisher and closer to her cunt. At first she only ran her palms across her inner thighs, then she pulled her center fingerbreadth between the delicate plump lips, tickling the brilliant pink interior. After that low touch, she began working her digit against the incoming, using the soapy water system as lubricant. As her petting became faster and more belligerent, she leaned back against the wall and began giving a cushy whimper.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the privy sink with his cock standing at wax attention as Selene inserted her digit into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the touch of the gentle penetration. With the science that only someone could have after year of pleasuring her own trunk, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her digit working frantically between her peg, Selene grasped one of her breasts, 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 frustrate that concluding threshold.

Her unit dead body shaking in the desire to have an orgasm, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her brim around the nipple of her forget tit, instantly making Baltoh jerk from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own white meat as if it were Molly's. Swirling her tongue around her erect nipple with the hot water running down her hourglass consistence, Selene finally achieved her first orgasm and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the dirt from struggle run off his body. With a fag smile on her face, genus Selene removed her glistening fingers from her puss and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his yearn tongue and wrapped it around her fingers like a Snake River, licking up her delicious essence. The two pointedness of the separate tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her digit will slipping it deeper into genus Selene's mouth, relishing the scrumptious taste. As their mouth touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his palms across her consistency, wishing that he could use his fingers and better sense her. For ten second they continued to osculate, wordlessly speaking their love while the lavish sprayed their entwine consistence with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her cervix and collarbone while she purred at the touching of his rim against her exposed organic structure. Continuing down, he spent a handful of bit just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to move, running his back talk and natural language across her stomach before reaching the politic back talk of her dent, already open air and awaiting further pleasure.

bringing up her leg and squeezing her white meat, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his tongue, stimulating her clitoris with a master's skill. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her breasts that jiggled with each gasping breath genus Selene took and the water that poured off her pointing nipples and ran down her still breadbasket. Shifting his arms, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulder so that he could get entire access to her addictively sexually attractive twat. Holding onto his horns for affectionately life, Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every afters spot in her puss, driving her looney with pre-orgasmic bliss.

Deciding to help oneself her once again cross that threshold, Baltoh bent his seat back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his curve tail into her asshole, needing a lot of force to work the wide question of the biological sex toy into the tight ring. genus Selene released a shriek of pure intimate euphoria as the wrestle section of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the detail that she thought while she was going to burst, only to retract and then push itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a musical musical instrument and fucking her asshole wildly with his hindquarters, genus Selene was brought to her instant coming in record book time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his tail from his asshole and let Selene solve it like a spoonful covered in bar batter.

"That was a groovy trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood vas and leaves my tail end really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the cascade, wearing out the aches.

"well, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to job,"she said in between kisses while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her handwriting up against the wall above their heads with their thenar touching and his fingers dug into the tile, providing him a good hold like when he fucked Molly on the hospital ceiling. Without using his workforce ( but needing a minuscule help from his butt ), he pressed the head of his humanness against her wet puss and forced it in, making Selene thigh-slapper in happiness from the Brobdingnagian mass driving up into her Bill Gates of promised land and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his articulatio coxae, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a maniac and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the utmost corners of her snatch. With her wet teat jiggling against his bare chest, the two lovers made out under the hot spraying of the exhibitor. As the bit went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his ball sack throwing water system with each stab like a sling.

"Honey, my manus are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my arms are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a minuscule grinning, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his rear so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claws out of the wall and released their hands. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a cold tingling sensation, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the menstruum of hot water, looking over her shoulder joint at him with a coy look and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tush and worked his prick back into her cunt. With her leg raised and his hand on her rosehip, he began pumping her pussy with fasting, deep apoplexy, bringing Selene back to her master floor of ecstasy.

With her mouth open and her eyes closed, Selene turned into the cascade spray and let the hot water supply run down her human face while Baltoh fucked her like a machine, ran osculation across her cervix and shoulders, and fondled her chest.

"Oh god, that feels so sound !"she whined as his cock finally reached that everlasting spot in the astuteness of her dent, that place that his tongue just couldn't work up another raw military unit to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet body of yours. Your slit flavour absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all timeless existence if I could, just to always sense it. I got to say, anal is good, but you really can't beat the good old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the Saami to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their lips touched, their shifting exercising weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower floor, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their terms. Selene gave a loud yelp of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to catch her and grabbed onto the wall below the shower chief, tearing through the roofing tile with ease 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 level and swept aside the pieces of tile.

"well my heart feel like it's going to burst my rib and I have some plaster and ceramics in my tomentum, but other than that, I'm fine."

"Good, because I don't think we should stand anymore."

"Well I'm still in the climate and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her hired man and knee.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the back of her ear."I'm certain I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his spot, Baltoh moved his hands to her hips and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the headspring in her. In a individual shove, he forced his cock back into her with so a lot power that Selene gave a silent scream. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and forth like the head of a peckerwood, fucking genus Selene with all his persuasiveness and reaching the farthest stop of her dead body with his manhood. With Selene feeling too soundly to even make a speech sound, the noise calling out over the hiss of the shower was her ass hand clapping against Baltoh's lap every fourth dimension he shoved, making her round rear end jiggle and milkshake. Baltoh had a smile on his typeface and was licking his lip as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheeks and her breasts swing every fourth dimension he forced his turncock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after fifteen minutes of the inhuman hammer. In the aftermath of her climax, genus Selene barely felt Baltoh deplumate his cock out of her gaping pussy.

trousering heavily, he sat back against the wall of the shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires to a greater extent energy, fighting overlord of torture or trying to fulfil 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 gumshoe still has plenteousness of potency left hand. Don't worry, baby ; I'll take care of you. You said anal can't beat the good old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her hips and guided his cock to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the tight closed chain and Selene whimpered in delectation at the flavour of the insight. She slowly lowered herself down, working his stallion shaft in between her firm ass cheeks. Gripping his berm, she began raising her lower body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his humanness while moaning as she tried to handle the huge peck. Baltoh put his custody on her shapely tooshie end, helping her ride him like a pogo peg. With his bridge player on her ass, he was capable to find every glorious ripple and joggle of her sultry rear when she drove his humanness back into her trunk, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the feeling of the diffused wet inside of her bastard around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than than ten minutes before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his peter and instead straddled it, gyrating her hips and swirling it around in her eubstance so that it felt every turning point. Finally, Baltoh gave a Demonic growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's insides to the dot where she felt like she was going to start coughing it up. The pressure was so impressive that genus Selene's body began to sway as it tried to manage it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the ejaculate and delectable preference of her ass while his germ poured out of her gage doorway. Baltoh was struggling to keep his eyes open, he was so tired and the hot water and the feeling of Selene hungrily siphoning every driblet of sperm from his cock wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to broad alertness as he felt a sudden solar flare of Department of Energy nearby ; an Archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"Master ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and Selene turned off the water system.

Rosmarinus officinalis entered the toilet just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the cascade, and a hungry verbalism immediately filled her eyes and lined her pretty face. Shaking her head from position to side, she got down on one knee and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

rosemary's middle met genus Selene's, who was leaning against the doorway of the shower with a very coy smile on her face, one that instantly made Rosmarinus officinalis wet.

"rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her binding to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really need to get along see."

"Damn it, there is no way the urban center could hold reached Hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to retrieve his clothes. Rosmarinus officinalis turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smiling. They were silent for a couple seconds, just staring at each former with Rosemary unable to hold back her heart from wandering up genus Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing grin.

Rosmarinus officinalis jerked at the interrogation and was unable to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosmarinus officinalis's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't trouble child, you'll get a much more… intimate… look later,"she whispered seductively while running her manus across Rosemary's cheek and walking past her, leaving the Angelica Archangelica splutter from her Rush of arousal.

As Selene walked into the bedchamber to get dressed, Rosemary watched her closely, specifically her sodding ass, which was swinging from side of meat to side with each step like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, genus Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the center of New York, where all of the archangel were gathered and combining their king to shed a repairing barrier around the city. New House of York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue luminousness was passing between the building like a flood. The island of Edward Durell Stone was rumbling so violently that streets and buildings and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with Brobdingnagian fissures shooting through the city and opening up great cranny that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the inferno is going on ?"genus Selene shouted over the roar of the shattering city as crack ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue twinkle replacing the cerise hue on the slope of the buildings. His eyes came to a stay when he saw the last building between him and the sensible horizon, seeing that the Oliver Stone peter that the metropolis had carved into the planet had reached its end, but the metropolis was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue lights like the sunrise Borealis. As the end of the burrow rose up over the fencing of red region and continued to elevate above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New House of York had reached the center of the planet, but instead of sitting in a molten synodic month of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the Null nihility between population. They had reached the halfway full point between earth and Hell, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of red region continued to burn around the urban center, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the bottom of the barb finally rose up over the tall skyscrapers, a cloud of dim blue Light Within swirled over the metropolis and then disappeared, replacing the scape with a clear darkness sky, fully severing New House of York from world like weewee flooding an undersea scissure. Drifting down past the city like flecks of ash, man souls could be seen, wearing their wearing apparel from their death 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 peak. Next stop : Hell."



"We are in serious, serious worry,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Archangels, the chief of police, the mayor, and several other human being and Angel Falls representative in City Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that skipper of Torture and titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the ground, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a pair of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the universe of the living and nether region, any day now the light beam of pit around the city from the solid ground's Mickey Charles Mantle will disappear and this city will brood in the nothing void between dimensions. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this urban center, there is nil to halt Tenebrous from sending every master copy of Torture and giant at us. He doesn't even have to kick in the order ; they may just snipe on their own."

"I'm not certainly we have to vex about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every Demon, Gargoyle, and Sinner at us, but after what happened to the last headmaster of torment and Titan, I doubt he will be willing to send anymore of his most worthful force-out. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one affair we have that can break off them. Unless they can somehow create some indestructible barrier that not even you can break, he won't risk throwing his most powerful followers against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equalize stamen and mogul as a Master of Torture, is able-bodied to rally a good time so mighty that not even they can stymy it. How is it that you fight at their level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand combat, but you can suddenly wipe them out with vim to spare ? Baltoh, we need to know more about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another suspiration."The blast has no name because it uses neither Archangel nor Demon energy. It is powered solely by the rage and anger within my spirit, and I unleash that ire in a raw burst of power. Its force is dictated by the volume of my emotions, not by the real free energy within my trunk, which is why the power of the blast and my own power are so far apart. I use my wings to channel my rage to my halo, which I use as a release point. Other than that, there is zippo else to it."

"Drawing energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, tell me about the progress being made in Heaven. What selective information has been found about the Throne of Cinereo ?"

"zero, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is aught but a blasphemous urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a single mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in Eden hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growling of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the knob of me Baltoh, no topic how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked centre with Rosemary and shifted his gaze to the threshold, giving her a gestural command. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a diminished nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstacles in their itinerary. In the dark hallway on the powerless City Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, Rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to stop in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that fire fired five times over the last two workweek, and yet only now do you resolve to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not turn to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that nothing had been found about the stool of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a script from before the death of Christ."

"What did you find ?"

"It talked about how the vitality of this existence Split into two different frequence and variant after its parentage : the light of Heaven and the darkness of blaze. It said that the only way to reanimate the energy of Cinereo is to conflate the forces of phantasma and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, causing Michael to finally reverse to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a loan-blend, Rosemary, the offset in existence. I know this Throne of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a consignment of horseshit, but if there is the tiny chance that it Is real, then Baltoh has the majuscule chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last the great unwashed I would want to make the powers of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither iniquity nor luminousness and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's wrong. I think his emotions allow him to bond luminousness and iniquity together to create that neon eruption. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either halves of his energy, but of those two halves fusing together into a whole new form of raw index !

He's already on his way to achieving the Throne of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow someone like him to get superpower like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm more afraid of him than anything else in the universe, solely because of what he is and what he might get,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, Rosmarinus officinalis nearly jumped when Baltoh's seat wrapped around her like a snake in the grass and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girl, my double-dyed little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, schoolmaster ?"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 say the verity. As a reward, come up to the bedroom tomorrow dark, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the city was halfway to Hell did not get up team spirit ; on the obstinate, the fact that they were completely separated from world made everyone feel more hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic prick, the citizens of New York could at least tell themselves that they still had planet globe around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still receive help and reinforcements from Heaven, but from this period forward, they were completely on their own and away from household, like a space shuttlecock that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, molly pressed against his left position and Selene against his rightfulness. All three were naked, with Baltoh's mouth bound to genus Selene's as their tongues danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his bureau and stroked his hard-on. After half a minute, Selene and mollie switched persona, with Baltoh kissing Molly and Selene stroking his dick. A soft tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their back talk.

"What the roll in the hay ? 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 door with his long whip-like rump swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the door, Selene and molly began to French kiss, with their au naturel torso intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the audio of the creaking door, both cleaning lady turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of thraldom and submission, Rosemary, the proud and powerful Archangel, came crawling in on all quartet without any clothes on. Her pantie had been tied around her face 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, Rosmarinus officinalis was felicitous than almost any former time in her life sentence, and her puss was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop consonant licking her smiling lips through her gag in arousal. Just the smell of being at Baltoh's will and the zeal to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous woman on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex slave and they are your Mistresses, so obey their every command,"he said, making Rosemary tremble in arousal at the mental walking on air of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and molly, who were both smiling and shivering in excitement at being able to work with her like a new toy."You fille have fun, I'm going to keep an eye on for a little while,"he said, releasing his tail from her throat and taking a backside in a chairman by the bed.

"Up on the bed."genus Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all fours, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog appearance and one of the judges was inspecting her. Selene and molly coyly sat up on either side of Rosmarinus officinalis and began exploring her bare eubstance with their hands, teasingly rubbing her soft skin with their palm and fingerbreadth. Rosemary purred and shivered at the delicate massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. genus Selene and Molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's manus ball into fists from intimate frustration and anticipation. She was an column inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

list forward, Selene ran her tongue across Rosmarinus officinalis's soft rim while molly began rubbing her handwriting against her pussycat with her thumb pressed down on her anus. The garden angelica purred at the sensual touching, even leaning back to try and get mollie to enrol her. Finally, her prayers were answered as mollie began working her pollex in her SOB like a small-scale dildo and spitting on the ring, using her saliva as lubricant in rosemary's tight anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosmarinus officinalis's pantie from her mouth, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her pegleg cattle ranch, putting her wet pussy on show to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to solve my snatch ?"she whispered, touching the garden pink inner back talk and then holding out her index and fingerbreadth in social movement of Rosemary's nerve, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered in XTC as molly doubled her efforts with her thumb, as well as fingering her catch and peppering her low-pitched back and smooth rear end with lustful kisses.

"Yes kept woman,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her tongue between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to explore the lips between her legs. The second the tasteless fluid touched her clapper, a tremor of bliss ran through her body from the sexual fruition and symbolization of the tabu act.

"What do you want ?"genus Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to drub your pussy. Please let me, schoolmistress,"she said softly with her rosary astragal wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her hands, inviting rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With Molly now working her pollex in Rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the Archangel leaned down and kissed the lip of Selene's twat like a religious artifact. Selene gave a soft spillage of breath in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new sense of ascendance over her superior.

"That's right, work it good,"she said, almost with a primal growl as she laid her hired man on the top of Rosemary's head and gently pushed down.

five understructure away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an erection hard and secure enough to hit a baseball. The scene before him was driving him wild with sexual hunger and excitation : the rolling of Selene's tongue across her lips as she shifted her head from side to side in bliss, the whimpers of pleasance being given off my Rosemary as she feasted on another woman's slit for the first clock time in her lifetime, and the image of mollie's drumhead buried between rosemary's precious ass cheeks as she worked her tongue back and Forth in her anus.

peal over, Molly lied down on her back and moved her head teacher between Rosemary's legs. Raising her head, she flicked her lingua around velvety hatchway of Rosemary's cunt, sending shake of happiness through her sick au naturel body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosmarinus officinalis's puss and working her finger's breadth in her anus. Often, she would overstretch out her fingers and figure out them succulently before reinserting them.

"semen up here and give me a kiss,"genus Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a hungry smile. Before making her way up to Selene's rim, Rosemary began kissing her organic structure first.

Deciding to exercise the dominant function that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair and raised her headspring."Did I say you could impact me ?"

In the background, molly's failed attempt at trying not to titter were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a smiling as she realized how wonderfully uproarious this was.

"No mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric tightness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to have to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please penalize me."

mollie and Selene switched piazza with rosemary staying on her bridge player and knees. Molly against the headboard with an evil smile on her face and Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her hand across the woman's gentle can end. In his chairman, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in prevision. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked Rosmarinus officinalis's ass.

"Oh yes ! Punish me, schoolmarm !"she yelped as a faint red wale appeared on her adolescent set up end.

mollie's thighs shook as she resisted the impulse to clamp her leg together against the warm up ticklish shake at the auditory sensation of Rosmarinus officinalis's felicitous cry. The contorted looking of pleasure and pain in her sweet face was driving her wild with juicy desires. genus Selene ran her clapper across her medallion and fingers as if licking off a delicious tasting, and then with her hand wet, she smacked Rosemary's other ass cheek, leaving a interchangeable wale and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and mollie watched intently as Selene punished mollie, spanking her over and over again while the slavish sex-slave moaned in delight. By the time she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her branch, drop by drop.

"rich person you learned your example ?"Selene asked, swinging her hand to comfort the aching sting in the nerve conclusion. Rosmarinus officinalis just whimpered and nodded. With a cherubic smile, Selene ran her hand across Rosemary's ass, up her back, and then lifted Rosmarinus officinalis's chin so that she was looking up at the ebony goddess with an innocent looking on her face.

"Aw, sweetly sister. Here, let mama construct everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a buss on the swollen left cheek. The indulgent sweet touch was like ice cream after a spicy dinner party to rosemary, and she licked her lips from the sensual discernment it put in her mouth.

"There's a good female child. Now, render me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her rim with her legs spread and a hungry ‘ come hither'look in her optic. Making certain not to touch her, rosemary crawled over to mollie, holding herself over her while the golden-haired holy man ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and steadfast boob. Lowering her boldness, Rosemary gently brushed her back talk against Molly's, relishing the experimental spot and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"Molly whispered as she blew on Rosmarinus officinalis's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her glossa between mollie's soft lip. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own spit into the archangel's wet mouth, licking every corner and inviting Rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a issue of seconds, they were French kissing like a pair of porn stars on raptus. Their tongues were wrapped around each other and every fall of spit in their rima oris was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breasts as she watched them.

After a min of gazing upon their make-out seance, Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three fair sex holding their faces against each other as their back talk and clapper flirted in a wet animal hug. While they kissed, mollie and Selene began fingering each early while Rosemary worked her fingers between her own stage. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum beginning to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to work out my pussy ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

Rosemary nodded and turned around on top of Molly, getting into the 69-position. As Rosemary began going down on mollie, Molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet clapping sound and observance as the ripples traveled through her body. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her headland, inviting her to try rosemary's snatch. Selene smiled and kissed her booster, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's pussy and motherfucker, succulently working her tongue in the delectable orifices. While Rosemary ate out Molly and genus Selene ate out Rosemary, mollie contended herself with just laying her head back and relishing the seventh heaven, while she reached out rub down Selene's SOB with her middle fingerbreadth, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a encompassing smile as Rosmarinus officinalis's Al Faran and soft groan of pleasure began to admit a higher and louder timber. Selene and mollie were about to get a very… wet… surprisal. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew full and wider as Rosemary's moans signaled the sexual climax like the beeping timer of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a muffled screeching of bliss into Molly's cunt, as from her own, a huge splash of clear orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and dresser of Selene and molly. They both jerked back, eyes full with a flavor on their faces like a duad of cats playing with a body of water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a grin, genus Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of Molly's titty, hungrily sucking on Molly's nipples and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the Sami to her.

Desperate for to a greater extent, Selene began working her fingers quickly in rosemary's loosened snatch, trying to reignite the coming before it faded. The char screamed as she had her second, completely soaking Selene and mollie in another atomiser of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the juices into her skin like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. Rosemary, roll over."

Rosemary did as she was told and mollie sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her neck bent and her rear end in the air. Selene moved over to rosemary and settled herself on her side, the Archangel loving the intuitive feeling of Selene's wax firm ass cheeks smothering her. Her hungry screaming increased in mass as molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their tenaciousness and skill, the two Angels brought Rosmarinus officinalis to a thirdly orgasm in track record time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed Forth from between Rosemary's lips, letting the fluid soak the two of them. rosemary held her mouth unfastened with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her nerve, chest and stomach. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the nebuliser soaked her like a shower, oiling her body in the fair sex's orgasmic succus. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's lowly breasts, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, mollie rubbed Rosemary's pussy with her paw, almost cupping the succus before rubbing them on her own consistence and giving her silklike flesh as glorious shine. With their naked physical structure slippery and oiled, the three cleaning woman began rubbing against each former like stamp while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in risky lecherousness. mollie and Rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her nipple in their imbibe sass while they each worked their finger's breadth in her welcoming snatch. Watching them, Baltoh could not bar pre-cum from trickling down the slam of his dick. He could no longer take it ; he needed to experience them.

With his rooster standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three cleaning woman were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked bodies wet with the new miss's juices like body oil. rosemary and mollie each used their finger's breadth to fan out Selene's pussy mouth and ask over him, with all three women lying at the sharpness of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and locked lips with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the only charwoman there to him while he entered her. Her pussycat was so open and willing for the insight, his humanness slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's loud gasp escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with oceanic abyss strokes. While Selene was fucked, mollie and Rosmarinus officinalis continued lustfully sucking on her nipples and slathering her melon breasts with their lingua, while they reached across her flat belly and began fingering each former. As he picked up speed, genus Selene was ineffective to maintain their candy kiss and laid her top dog back as she panted and moaned. For the next various minutes, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his brim up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her soft kin.

Before too longsighted, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of genus Selene, burying her friend's font 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 single confident cause. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like strength, sending wavelet through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass nerve against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such superpower that she could not take a breather, mollie shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as genus Selene motor boated her breast like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind genus Selene with her legs spread and her eyes filled with desire, yearning to again feel a woman's tongue between the lips of her slit. molly hungrily obliged, burying her case between Rosemary's slim thighs and drinking in her juices as if dying from dehydration. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked Molly's ass and fucked Selene with his bum, just like how he had done when he first violated rosemary in that Christian church.

When he finally decided to pull out of Molly, Rosemary was prompt to fawn over to him and begin sucking him off, tidal bore to exploit any opportunity to both gustation the blonde beauty's juices and make his prick in her mouth. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to set forth riding him, while pulling her over with his keister around her throat. rosemary gave a soft whine of happiness at the mental tactile sensation of his authority weighing down on her. The power in his interpreter and the minginess of his derriere around her soft pharynx was so oppressive, she even felt fear towards him, and that reverence drove her wild with arousal. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the smallest of moans as she lowered her flyspeck physical structure onto his putz.

Her Lester Willis Young shape trembling, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tail around her pharynx like a terzetto. She was leaned back, lifting only her lower organic structure as she fucked him. Helping her ride his cock, he wrapped his nates around her chest and shoulders like a harness, using his musculus in the tentacle-like process to nurture her and drop off her onto it, impaling her with his peter. While she rode him, genus Selene and Molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet chirpy breasts.

With his knock-down cycle, he quickly drew another spray from ‘ Old congregation ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to clear his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his look, sucking on her easygoing wet inside while Selene mounted him. With her cover to him on all fours, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's cock into her ass.

Lifting her dead body, genus Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's stopcock as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that time doing Pilate. With her breasts bouncing like rung punching udder, Selene's deep oink from the powder of her asshole by Baltoh's dick were mixed with blissful groan as molly began licking the chocolate-shade mouth of her pussycat. The third class of pleasure came from rosemary. With genus Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck and shoulders, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her initiative coming and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his rooster. As genus Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosemary from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to pacify her Master and satisfy her Mistress. No longer pinned down by genus Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all IV with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry expression on her side. Spreading her ass cheeks with one script and hefting with manhood with the former, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his full cock in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every second to conciliate his bulging cock, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without pause. Molly's solid dead body shook with each deep thrusting and she was giving an unplanned gurgling oink as he slammed the farthest corners of her sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While mollie was getting her ass fucked, genus Selene was teaching rosemary the art of scissoring. The two cleaning lady were grinding their cunt together and moaning at the kinky touch of their soft lips making out like a pair of lovers.

With all the movement the four debauch members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point in time of collapse. Throughout the form, screws and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden pieces were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the whole frame became as idle and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of molly, all three women turned to him like cats hearing the opening of a can of food, and like computed tomography hearing the opening of a can of food for thought, they all wanted to fill their mouths. mollie was the fastest, quickly turning around and claiming his cock with her sassing and tongue. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once mollie was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosmarinus officinalis, spooning with her. He wrapped his rear end around her mortise joint and lifted her leg, granting him admission to her anus. While the position made it unmanageable, he was able to enter her and begin taking a slow yet regular rate of penetration and recantation. It only took Baltoh a few minute to get used to the billet before he took his common machinegun calendar method, hammering her ass with almost brutal speed. rosemary's groan where barely hearable as Molly crouched over her with their brim locked and spit dancing. At the end of the chain, genus Selene was working her finger in Molly's asshole, increasing the number as the minutes ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your whole mitt in my ass,"Molly groaned as Selene managed to shape four fingers in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingers, licking them clean of molly's wetness while her arse sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her thumb. molly's breathing became heavy and she groaned as she tried to admit her devotee's handwriting. Not slowing down, Selene worked her total helping hand into molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet unmanliness for her interior. She slowly retracted her manus and again licked it scavenge. Contracting her cheek, she spat out a large chunk of saliva into her fingerbreadth and then smeared around the entryway the interior, making mollie 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 and the joy.

Even while fucking rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't help but scout in astonishment as Selene fisted her friend, working her hired man in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deepest corners of Molly's asshole, with molly on her hired man and knees and yelping in a mix of pleasance and pain.

"master, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's aid and giving him an absolutely foul 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 motherfucker was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her entirely body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal throb, 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 cunt against Molly's gaping asshole. Selene was lying with her principal between molly's thigh with her mouth open, waiting to capture any drop curtain that came her way. Her sable body shook with each powerful stab Baltoh made into her slit, fucking her with all his forcefulness and loving the tone of her quick soft Interior Department. Rosemary was biting her lip and giving a sharp whine as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to fulfill everyone and bring forth another spray.

The group's longanimity was rewarded once Rosmarinus officinalis had her coming, pairing it with a childish screech of happiness as a splash of climactic juices sprayed from between the flower petal lip of her snatch like the popping of a H2O balloon. genus Selene laughed as innumerous drops landed on her facial expression 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 sexy thing that has ever happened to me,"molly whispered, trying to go on from spilling any.

"Just wait,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his pecker into her gaping ass in a one shove, forcing the fluids deep into her torso and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from Rosmarinus officinalis as lubricating substance to proceed through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough ocean, Rosemary stood beside him, running her hand across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, Selene was hungrily licking Molly's puss and drinking the juice that were trickling from her dickhead. To the wonderful music of her sexual climax, Baltoh fucked Molly for ten straight minutes without slowing down or stopping to catch his breather. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was quick to lap her arse neat and Selene took his cock in her oral cavity, sucking on it with zest. As Rosmarinus officinalis licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another sexual climax and spraying genus Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her sassing with a smile on her face and fray it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hand, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussycat against the shaft of his pecker while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the soft wet lips and get in nice and recondite. With Baltoh's cock rightfield where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her hip, swinging her downcast dead body so that her devotee's cock swept the inside of her slit like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polish mahogany table, Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender physical structure. Beside them, Molly and Rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic osculation.

belongings Selene in his weapons system, Baltoh sat up with her trunk perpendicular to his, her wooden leg wrapped around his torso and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her solely with his arms, he began moving her whole organic structure like a rapper, slamming her house ass against his lap and fucking her nice and deep, drawing off moan of joy with her angelic part as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the excitement and anticipation was driving her more wild than an factual one.

After a quarter of an hr, he sensed that it was once again time to change over piazza. Gently lowering her down, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis, who had already separated and were almost fighting each early over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked mollie first, holding himself above her in a push-up manner with her legs around his waistline and her pussy elevated.

entry her with hone aim, he began moving his body in a Wave, sending a pendulous wavelet through his legs and spine to force out and then diving back into her on the comeback. After a few mo, he switched to Rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her lesbian devotee and began kissing Selene's consistency, idolizing her beautiful pattern. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the feeling of mollie's lips against her bare skin. This continued on for another stern of an hr before Baltoh again decided that it was metre to change places.

He rolled off of Rosmarinus officinalis and Molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl position. Molly's body shook as Baltoh's cock stuffed her slit to its maximum capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her rose hip so that he would have room to direct. Driving up like a plunger, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top upper, making her screech in surprisal and happiness as he moved faster than any human could. With her body stationary, Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis crawled up and each began sucking on her nipples, pulling on them with their backtalk and bathing them with their spit. After five bit, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his dick into her anus. mollie's moans took a much low-spirited and deeper hum as he began fucking her arse with almost brutal stop number, driving straight up into her shapely organic structure without pause or hesitation.

After he gave Molly her umpteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and rolled on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore rosemary, desperate for another anal pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail while spooning and began fucking her with a unfluctuating but right pace. mollie had her neck opening bent between rosemary's spread pegleg and was licking the quoin of her snatch with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hand across his body while he sucked on her breast.

Once he regained his familiarity with the position, he was capable to fuck Rosmarinus officinalis at full phase of the moon swiftness, but in order to sustain this metre going, he had to twist his attention away from genus Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the back of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nix 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 heftiness trying to kick out his cock. Upon its remotion, Rosemary got up and turned around, taking his cock in her lip. While rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and lips, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for beloved life story. Through their signature, he could smell her emotions, her loving desperation. The sexual impulse he had built up had slowed, the fervidness extinguished. As if rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is shaft from her gentle mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the lips, making them both grin."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his hand against her smooth cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a firm but slow footstep. She was clawing at his back, unable to will a mark on his steely skin as he touched all the properly places at the consummate speed and in unflawed successiveness in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a warm smile on her face from her envy of their human relationship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them fill again their romantic seclusion for a little bit. She then looked at Rosemary and giggled at the look of rejection of thirst for tending on her face.

wrap her arms around Rosmarinus officinalis, he pulled her aside to go out one-half of the bed to the two buff."seminal fluid here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my favorite number."



Three time of day and gobs of orgasm later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the canvas tangled. The bed itself was now on the floor since the frame had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic succus of the three cleaning woman, well-nigh of which came from Rosemary. Semen was EVERYWHERE. The walls had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to propel and the pussies and asses of the three charwoman were too bruised and beaten for them to even sense anything from the shank down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, one-half awake.

"And a hanker shower,"genus Selene added as she raised her semen-caked font off his chest.

"And some crutches,"mollie said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the extrusion, bruises, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as she tried to disengage her hands from the handcuffs made from her panties.



"So, any luck in finding information on the Throne of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an situation building rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer lies and head game we find on that profane vilification, the better."

"darn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as Demon blood trial through his nervure, he is the expectant menace to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the Throne of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then matter will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, vaticinator, or Messiah, yet I hear murmuration about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the subject of a cult following and there is no way to stop it. We are long past the use of memory wipe, the mantle has been lifted on the human race. Now, it is not Jehovah the people are seeing behind that drapery, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The future night…

"Master, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the surface, the blank above and around the urban center was dark with dim swirling lights like a faint aurora, underneath the city, the flame of Hell rising up through the Null Void between dimensions was like hovering future to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, flood of firing and heating were pounding the rocky island that the urban center was sitting on without pause like the jerky sea on a beach drop-off. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titans and master of Torture. I know we would normally have Angels acting as lookout man, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the surface, not for a single moment. If one of them comes, I'll frighten them off with one of my eruption,"he said without taking his center off of the burning storm below them.

Before rosemary could answer, a chorus of roars as tatty as the Krakatoa eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and rosemary have to comprehend their ears."Speak of the heller, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to raise one of his blasts.

As his glory began spinning between the tips of his four fender, his enemies came into aspect in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New York with blood lust. The first was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the Empire nation building and a body well over two miles long. It had one smashing black eye and a sassing filled with scimitar-like fangs. The second resembled a moth but with large powerful legs, jagged backstage spraying poison gas, a mat of quills instead of fur, and car horn in home of its antennae. The third looked like a triceratops but with much longer and more flexible limbs, long claws and carnivorous fang, and a pair of wings. The one-quarter looked like an eagle with its face hidden by a os helmet and every wing as sharp and hard as a steel razor. The fifth had the appearing of a Gargoyle, but with backstage burning with black flame and was just as large and mighty as any Titan.

With a roar of finding, Baltoh fired a warning dead reckoning down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as much power as a hydrogen bomb, a mere fraction of its to the full magnate. The Titans all dodged the blast with comfort and came to a stay, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : turn back. If you come near this metropolis, I swear I will unleash every drop of energy I have in a unmarried blow !"

"You can't bolt down all of us !"The centipede Titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first motility will face up oblivion ! A match 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 demonic growling in his throat.

The behemoth all shied away at his threat, giving one stopping point spiteful roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their recreate hotel elbow room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to return from guard duty, but when her friend and lesbian lover showed up with null to do and drill out of her head, it didn't take a lot to trigger a prompt fling. With their soft wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both charwoman cried out in happiness as they had their final sexual climax and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their white meat heaving.

Panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while Molly kissed Selene's cervix, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are tender today,"genus Selene mused.

mollie stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do enjoy you."

With a small smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her rim against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her friend and sapphic lover hesitated before speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his preferent, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in lovemaking with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what genus Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a across-the-board warm smile and cupped Molly's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this start ?"

"rightfield after that first conflict, I asked Baltoh to have love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to signify it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed strong feelings for him ever since, and you want to take heed him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our low gear terzetto so I've gotten to know him, not to mention he is the sheer great 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."

genus Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has interchangeable feelings for you, then you and I will be equals in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're for sure as hell on earth not going to stop inviting you to join us. We may even get Rosmarinus officinalis to join our fiddling fellowship, I'm sure starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a suspiration filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two adult female then leaned forward and kissed, letting their lips joint over and over again in a wet synergistic adhesion while they ran their hired hand across each former's naked consistence and their erect mammilla brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my girls ?"he asked with a smile as he stepped inside.

"molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her ally in the spotlight.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's words, mollie got to her animal foot, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a throbbing erection as he looked at her beautiful luscious organic structure and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked deep into her eye, noting the nervousness on her face. It was just like that sentence on the ceiling of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can love me just as you and I love her. I don't care if you love her more than than me. I don't tending if she is your preferred. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at Selene, who had only a warm grin on her boldness. Baltoh took a deep breath and looked back at mollie with dubiousness on his font."I'm sorry, but I can't love you the way I love Selene."

Selene's smile faded and Molly looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her center with a small but quick smile,"that doesn't mean value I don't love you, in a completely alone way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Christmas Tree and with Selene watching them with the Saame smiling she would induce while watching the well-chosen ending of a sexual love fib, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each other and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their backtalk finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. Come on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, mollie climbed back up onto the bed, settling her naked body next to Selene's. Giving a quick smiling, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two weeks, battles raged endlessly between the horde of Heaven and hellhole in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more than professional of agony attacked the city, obeying Tenebrous'timid will. However, they were not protected from rogue Titans attacking on their own. A total of six majuscule goliath attacked the city over the course of the beleaguering, each time needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's furore blast. The defenders were prosperous that Tenebrous had the allegiance and respect of the bulk of the titan, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the human and angel population would conduct a grievous bell. more and More people were being recruited to fight the demonic threat as consistence were burned and slain friends and loved ones were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was impossible for torso to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The urban center streets were sticky with desiccated ancestry and reeked from the smell of buttered carcass, and just keeping some common sense of sanitisation was requiring as much effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing act had a silver lining it was that there were at least less mouths to feed.

After the battle against the Master of overrefinement and his Titan backing, the mass viewed Baltoh in a new luminousness and his substance of petition was taken literally among a large universe of the homo and saint inhabitant. In the established shelter scattered throughout the metropolis, countless little clusters of people could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the angel, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the saviour of the creation in the chaotic times.

To Baltoh, this meant nil. He did not handle if the great unwashed worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them safe from the USA of shadow and fighting immorality. In between engagement, when he wasn't healing the injured and furbish up construction, he was spending time and making love with Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. Rosmarinus officinalis was often included in their three, though much of the time, the two of them were adumbrate without Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to naturalise his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a aliveness that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive change in so dead of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive aura of a Titan-level Demon woke Baltoh up from his unsatisfied slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's eyes bolted open as the malevolent presence 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 elbow room balcony, taking trajectory. Soaring across the urban center, Baltoh's eye seemingly became still in his chest as he sensed multiple entities approaching infernal region, all Masters of Torture and Titans. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the order for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of Hell leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to rock as bang-up cranny crack opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with tongue of crimson fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, declamatory discussion section of the riverbed began to dilapidate, opening up a cakehole between the city and Hell. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen black tartar rose up from the fervor, each as orotund as the two-headed masher that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian glass and were just as sharp, their claws were an eerie and sickening shadowiness of white standardised to the face of a remains, their red eye glowed like balefire, liquid shadow flames dripped from their colossal fangs instead of spit, and their grand fender were devoid of membrane, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the backs of each Dragon Titan like a flee on a dog stood a skipper of overrefinement, each superposable in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is out of the question. Even if I were to use one of my flack, there is no way I would be capable to obliterate More than a pair before the rest learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of frigidness hydrargyrum running through his vein.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her voice thick with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fibre of his being to suppress his own affright. He had to be firm, he had to brave, and he had to go along fighting for her, no matter what."We're going to win,"he said with all the self-confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the Archangels at the savings bank of the river, already having summoned four Hope radio beacon and prepared for struggle. Among them were molly and all of the Angel Falls, knowing that their strength would be needed. However, instead of beginning their military blockade on the city, the Masters of Torture just hovered in place on their mounts, as if just waiting for something.

A minute passed before Baltoh had the bravery to speak up."Are you here to fight back or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his flank, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a sphere of light.

"No, we are just here for the show,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a fear in the world.

"What appearance ?"Selene asked.

"I'm shot you don't know the date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the swarthiness. Do you know what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The search 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 red region around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the metropolis and shooting upwards as it began to stimulate wildly. Back on terra firma, the domed stadium of black-market smoke around where New House of York had been, the finale barrier keeping the forces of Hell back, began to afford up while the Hell flames surged up the shaft carved into the planet like a chimney fervour. A yap opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuum, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a giant steam jet. A curtain of burning swarm began to expand outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the earth with blackened lightning greaves and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on Earth simultaneously fell to their knee joint, tears streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to heaven, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the Christian Bible of disclosure. This was merely the end of the cosmos, brought on by the forces of iniquity. In every country across the earth, people began praying desperately to every deity they could guess of to salve their souls as the wall between Earth and Hell opened up.

As the bean up on world opened up like a blossoming flower, the city of New York began to crumple away into obliviousness as it entered the population of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, edifice and city blocks were falling away into Hell with tidal waves of bloody ardor 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 archangel fell to their knees, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the strength of pit have bested us and brought about the end of the human race. We were supposed to protect the universe and all life on every satellite, but we couldn't even protect one urban center. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with acrimonious tears streaming down his face.

His unit dead body numb, Baltoh looked over to genus Selene, who was crying with her face in her hands. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her grimace. The sound of Selene's dolourous sobs pierced his heart like a rusty vane, hurting him more than any physical injury could. He stepped over to her and Molly moved aside, letting him kiss Selene on the brow, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening stripe on her cheeks.

"Always remember that everything I did was out of love for you. I love you genus Selene, you gave me a heart, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his wings and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge fate,"he said, placing his workforce on the branding iron shackles and rosary Ernst Boris Chain around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will kill you !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted.

"I know ! But the power boost may be just enough to let me change the situation ! If I can't seal the portal vein, I can at least try to slacken it down and take as many daimon as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingerbreadth underneath the beaded corduroy and metal bond, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became lumbering with vigor and drew the attention of the schoolmaster of Torture. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their swords and leapt from their mounts, terrified of what would happen.

"plosive speech sound him ! He must not break those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never allow evil to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bonds off like paper bracelets.

The secondly they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of dim and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his broken bonds. A wafture of power surged out from his soundbox like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the ground for dear lifespan, Selene and the garden angelica looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling tornado of powerfulness. Over the sound of wave after wave of energy surging out from him, everyone could see Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every character of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of torture were being held in the clutch of their colossus setting, having been caught when the spate in get-up-and-go sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of index, filled with terror as the light and dark muscularity of the whirlpool fused together into a neon-silver violent stream, expanding like a distortion gas explosion.

"That zip, it's not possible ! He fused archangel and daemon mightiness together into a whole new personnel !"Michael shouted.

"What do you intend ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street billet so as not to be blown away.

The surging world power interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was able to answer the question in her thinker. ‘ The breaking of the shackles and prayer beads chains, they are releasing so often power in his body that they are being forced to bail together, like gas being compacted to the point of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his organic structure should make been ripped apart instantly from the sheer press and hatful of the energy building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackle and his rosary bead, it's like they are canceling out each early's negative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His big businessman 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 overstep past his— ‘

Even her inner idea were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding loudness and completely consuming it. The neat fiery alluvion of power continued to grow, surging upwards through the Void between dimensions and crashing against the barrier between the creation 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 shot in the drapery and crust like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the unconscious process of evacuating the expanse formerly around New York to get off the spraying snake pit flames, but they were stopped dead in their tracks as the leftover of the noggin of calamitous smoking shattered like methamphetamine hydrochloride and a magnificent gale of business leader surged out like an nuclear explosion.

Moving at hundreds of Admiralty mile per second, the twisting deluge of muscularity consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in outer space, astronauts observing the major planet from orbiting satellite watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light wrapped around the United States Department of State of New York, New England, the easterly seashore, all of America, and the entire western hemisphere, all while increasing in peak as well and reaching up into blank space. In less than a minute, the Earth and the gyrating superpower extravasation looked like a Boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the incline.

Across Earth, tectonic plates grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer level of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal Wave across its surface, and the clouds became with child spinning typhoons. Fueled by the vigour being given off, stars across the population shined with large glare than ever before in their existence and total darkness holes became like pearls as they were bombarded by more vim they could absorb. Around the earth, the flaming cloud of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of Light and power surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. People continued praying but at new speed and with fresh passion, believing this to be the work of a god. For the first meter, they were right.

Her center screwed shut to stop out the blinding light, Selene held onto the ground for pricey life as wafture after wafture of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and column inch from hers and their backtalk were just above to tinct. tear streaked her face, but she did not know why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love,"she whispered.

In the very nerve of the tempest, Baltoh continued his vociferation of elbow grease as he tried to litigate everything that was happening to him. The strength and power he felt flooding his body and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original hybrid tycoon to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit standard candle to the gamma ray burst of the dying of a wizard. While limitless power entered his body, cognition and understanding flooded his psyche, bringing forth omnipotence and unparalleled wisdom, allowing him to fully understand what was happening and the transformation that was taking lieu.

In Heaven and netherworld, Jehovah and Tenebrous looked up in stupor, sensing what they originally thought was impossible. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their conference, one with equal if not heavy mightiness than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new omega deity, one who would change the condition quo in a way that the three universes had never before experienced, filling them both with wonder and dread.

Finally, the neon-silver supernova receded and calmed, collapsing in on itself and being reabsorbed into Baltoh. With their whole bodies shaking, everyone got to their animal foot blinked repeatedly to repair their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the archangel fell to their genu, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's dead body had completely changed, having undergone a physical transformation with the process. His wearing apparel had gone from dark grey to a thick blueing, his gloomy hair had become blond, and his pale complexion had become a healthy tan. His claws were gone, having been replaced with pocket-sized alloy shell that protruded from his flesh and covered his knuckles and rear of his fingerbreadth and bridge player like tiles. His buttocks was also missing. Instead of horns or a halo, he had a miniature galaxy rotating above his straits. His four wings had fused together into a hooded trench coating, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering show of the cosmos, with the asterisk, nebulae, and brightly cloud of dust and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at place itself. finally but not least, his middle had changed as well, with his sclerotic coat turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his aureate irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her vocalism trembling and her body refusing to move.

With the most warm and peaceful formulation to ever cross her nerve, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her consistency from the mental paralysis her concern had inflicted and filling her with alleviation and happiness. He then began to walk over to her, with every step he took causing the primer coat around him to throb and for a soft inscrutable hum to be heard, like the sound of a submarine at the risk of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before genus Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eyes widened as her brain was overpowered by the joy of a thousand cooccurring sexual climax, while a projection of the birth of the cosmos and all of its chronicle was played for her mind's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that answer your question ?"he whispered when her lips finally parted.

genus Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the joy end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his arms with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his voice weak.

With his grin widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a substance withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the passkey of Torture snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in hand.

With a monstrous roar, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's oral sex, but before it even made contact, the Demon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his universe was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in shock absorber in awe as an invisible force out cast the master key of Torture aside with his body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the Maker warrior without even acknowledging his cosmos. It was as if by general law, beings not of Baltoh's stage of divinity were prohibited to touch him without his adjustment, and the Lord sea captain of anguish had just realized the penalisation for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone expect more proof ?"

"Retreat !"one of the Masters of Torture howled before leaping onto the back of his phantom dragon and steering it back into underworld, followed by all his comrades desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the adhesiveness would allow me to chance upon the Throne of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the powers of trace and light together into a single Maker force out, it seems I was able to transcend into a higher being and achieve the mantle of a god. Here, let me present you."

He snapped his fingerbreadth and everyone fell to their knees as New House of York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck speeding. Without any changeover, the empty blank and pale swirling lights were replaced with the stone rotating shaft that the city had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the scape below it closed like a wound and the metropolis was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the ray, sitting back where it used to with the gamy unclouded sky overhead.

Throughout the metropolis, everyone crawled out of their shelter and looked at the sky and the Patrick White clouds, listened to the sound of the river filling back up, and smelled the novel air. As one, every human and Angel raised their handwriting and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again firm and inviolable. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever baffle over, even if summoned by human being. Never again shall the legions of the pits be any scourge to this universe or its life forms. The barrier between this creation and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the violence of paradise or Yahwe may enter this realm or Hell without my permission. As the Celestial embodiment, their big businessman can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raffaello Sanzio asked, ineffective to think that not only was the struggle over, but that the need for saint and Archangels was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still involve to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Hell and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The aim of perdition is to punish the wicked in the gens of justice, not serve as the straining donjon of existence and house and raise the military unit of evil. tenebrific and his demonic legions have corrupted Hell with their sour ambition and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to kill off evil, and now I finally have the power to do it and work justice to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with touch determination.

Baltoh regained his smile and gave her a gentle candy kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not terminate you."

"If genus Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"mollie said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosemary took a rich hint and pulled off the rood-tree around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my heart, my allegiance, and my allegiance. From this point forward, I am not an Archangel of Yahveh, but a servant of the Celestial embodiment,"she said, drawing abrasive brilliance and gasps skepticism from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon Yahve and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will join you for this final pursuance. enumeration me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a post where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your slope in hellhole,"Raphael said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other archangel gave similar claim of understanding as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the grouping, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the go time you draw you're sword. Don't you want it to befall while fighting side by English with your supporter ?"Baltoh asked with a smiling, holding out his handwriting. Several bit passed by, with only the breaking wind and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and stir Baltoh's helping hand."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the slide of the isle of the Damned, a Continent about the size of England and surrounded by a flat sea of red region, burning for infinity and stretching forth without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson clouds and mordant lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the barren landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning athletic field, lakes of bubbling magma, woods of undead trees, and millions of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and evildoer of hellhole, all in the most brutal and cruel way of life potential. But no thing how much the people suffered, they would not die or even mislay consciousness. Their organic structure would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could stay to suffer.

Among the people being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With hoary brand and triggerman cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the revelatory landscape in concern and brat while desperately trying to get by from botheration, if only for a dead time.

"Oh my god, this is ugly,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's paw and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the burning Pastures of the Isle of the Damned, the low gear geographical zone of pit. This is where new prisoners appear and where lam prisoners flee to in the Hope of some form of safety. It is a field, with the deceased somebody fighting in and sempiternal and hopeless war in order to escape their torment and penalisation. Considering how this is always a battlefield, it's not surprising that it is also part of the Circle of anger. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raffaello Sanzio asked.

"We are going to justify the unjustly punished. There are far too many captive here, devoid souls cursed for all timeless existence for tiddler infractions and Sin. I may get been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the isle of the Damned.

down feather on the shores of the islet of the Damned, hundreds of thousands of suits of armor began to materialise, made of glistening dingy metal and perdurable ash grey that glowed like the stars. Protruding from their backs were prominent backstage that seemed to be made out of mercury while in their hands were bladed weapons that were as long as automobile and consisted of a hanker crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretching between the two head, parallel to the spur of the blade. The weapon system was designed to be held with both handwriting far apart, for a mighty offensive activity and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a go that I myself invented from the power of the creation. Cinereo is the creation from which Heaven and hell on earth budded off from and its energy was both the architect and stuff from which Archangel and Demon spells were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the business leader to create new celestial spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armor marched across the burn fields in shaping. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their contemporise footstep shook the ground and echoed through Hades. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like political machine without mercifulness, swinging their massive vane and carving through bone and flesh with ease. They trekked through the pastures of firing, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every time they came upon a human person, they would scan the soul to identify whatever it was that had banished that person to Hell, and if the someone received their prison term through a serious criminal offence like rape, stealing, adultery, or unjust murder, then they were left behind. But if they were only hangdog of small harmless sinning, then the suit of clothes of armor would unfold up like blossoming bloom and envelope the captive. Fused with the suit of armor, the condemn soul would be given great military posture and superpower, even beyond Angelica Archangelica. With this new military strength, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A great phantom filled the deep red sky as an army of devil appeared, bringing Forth River Conjuring Necropolises and Graveyards of the Damned to instantly muster up thousands of Gargoyles and sinner to recapture the captive of blaze. With this new challenge, the crusader began to pick of speed. Half of them took flight while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A garish holler echoed from oceanic abyss within the Isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to uprise. They were of all eccentric, gospel, and forms, ranging from black Dragon, demonic birds, hair-raising insects, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged wildcat with monstrous physical characteristic, and countless other animal that were magnanimous enough to trample a urban center and were adorned with horrifyingly unholy appearances.

With a snap of his finger's breadth, Baltoh summoned suit of armour for all of the Archangels, as well as Selene and molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their suit of armor as it wrapped around them like Urania flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoner below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding mask and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their glory burning in the center of a large golden fireball that hovered above their drumhead, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a a great deal sleeker and Thomas More form-fitting design, with atomic number 79 lining every home base and an emblazon hybridizing on the chest plate. On top of liquid metallic element chassis, each musical composition and scale fit together like reptile scales but with replete solid protection like regular armor plating. For the men, their armor had a certain bulkiness, while the womanhood's armour was more slender and flexible, while still consisting of large satisfying home plate. Hanging sheathed from their smash were their swords, each remade with groovy durability and cutting power.

For Molly, Rosemary, and genus Selene, there armor was even more unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their halos had been completely replaced with miniature solar systems, quite standardised to the intact miniature galaxy above Baltoh's, and each with a real egg-sized asterisk and ten planets orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the early. While retaining their gold lining, the scale of their armor had changed in color, switching from pearly white to a very deeply and dark blueness and decorated with form of small rhomb that looked like stars. Instead of a hybridizing like the others, their chest home base had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crown : two eternity symbols overlapping at the center perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. Last but not least, their wings themselves had gained a new bod, gaining a quicksilver membrane in place of their plumage.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in amazement, feeling their power levels skyrocket. Selene, molly, and Rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your speed, long suit, and power up beyond my former level. Consider it a giving, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the kingdom of saint to turn my supernal Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the powers of the universe and elements as your spells, and noesis of how to use them will come naturally. With these enhancements, I believe I can leave these titan to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingers, Thomas More than satisfied with the manoeuvrability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flaming mushroom cloud formed thick in land, as if the public's most right atomic dud had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a iniquity and heavy sense of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"Lucifer, the first Hell Prince and caster of sound judgement upon the new comer. Oh look, here he comes now. Don't trouble, I'll gain it quick, just make sure you take tare of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing comportment of the approaching Hell Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their upheaval and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's words, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to charge a dark heartbeat, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in pit for three hundred years and was glad to have the world power to agitate back. The brute released the blast, tearing apart the infertile ground and barely missing the armored fighter. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two ends of her weapon into the top of its skull and making sure not to misplace any momentum or to deplumate the blade out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its school principal in half down the midriff. As she ran down its backrest, her blade cut down its neck, into the chest, and carved right through its melanise center. The fauna fell over dead with its brains and blood spilling out onto the arid soil.

A Demon flew towards a social reformer like a fall upon bird of Jove, skimming just over the ground with a spear in her manus. She reached out to prod the meliorist, but he blocked with his weapon system, granted more than enough forcefulness by his armour to face the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained top executive, the reformist reached out and grabbed the devil by the throat and slammed her down feather into the ground with devastating major power, making her cough parentage from all the tear up line and veins in his throat. The reformer stood up and lifted his bow-shaped steel and swung it down onto the fiend, cutting her in half down the middle.

A crusader flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down waves of shadow fire into Baltoh's armies. The creature noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a bare fly. Taking the go-ahead, the crusader flew by its offstage and cut right through the membrane of leathery build that allowed it to keep flight. The Gargoyle roared in hurting and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its back. The Gargoyle reached up with its backside to try and smash the Crusader, but he dodged with simpleness before he raised his artillery and slashed the brute across the binding of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had control of its soundbox. It struggled to undulate its wounded extension, but it could not consume flight. Just before it crashed into the ground, the reformist imbedded his weapon in the cut in the cover of the Gargoyle's neck. The dark titan landed in a burning field, tossing soil and stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of nether region began to shake as fissure opened up in the ground. Fire poured out of the gaps in the earth and huge skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, baker's dozen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the United States Army of reformist. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several nighttime Pulses into the landscape painting, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the reformer without any distinction.

"Come on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"genus Selene said as she flapped her liquid state metallic element annex and shot towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't start without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own huge cleaver.

With their long hairsbreadth hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two adult female zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for battle. mollie was the starting time to achieve the radical and instinctively attacked the systema skeletale closest to her. With a roar of purpose, she spun around in the air and drop the arch leaf blade with all of her strength, imbedding the edge in the box 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 vane had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a nighttime Pulse.

Moving faster than a speeding bullet train, genus Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right to its spine between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with ease. The jumbo devil roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its darkness heart rate into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, genus Selene zoomed straight up and stab right through its skull like a support fastball, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, genus Selene swerved to the position as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by Molly who came along and cut off all their workforce with her cleaver. Falling back to contrive her following movie, genus Selene gasped as she felt a riffle of knowledge flow through her mind. Instructions for a spell were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to dredge up her energy, feeling it naturally direct and coordinate itself.

Driven by unstoppable instinct, she pointed her helping hand and called out,"Celestial Art : fall Obliteration !"

Answering her Call, a crackling bolt of pure electricity erupted from her palm, as strong if not impregnable than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by Archangels, this was true elemental electric mogul, not an imitation made of holy vitality. Moving almost at the pep pill of spark, the massive billow struck a Bleak in the center of its chest, shattering its ribs and severing its spine. As the dying monster began to buckle, she fired again, this clock time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"Molly hollered.

glowing like atomic number 10 gas, ash gray wind wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her promontory. With a holloa of confidence, she threw the weapon at bunch of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing crack. The pillar of glowing wind charged into the trio of skeletal frame and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their ground, every bone in their body split into dozens of flawlessly-cut sections, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser ray of light. The blade returned to Molly like a boomerang and she gained a wide smiling underneath the tinted drinking glass visor of her helm. She finally had the true strength to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to gain a sure competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."heavenly Art : Cosmic compaction !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a shelling of Dark pulsation, their bodies began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting clash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weight down ternion and crashed into the ground, shattering on impact. Selene had increased the military unit of gravity on their body, multiplying their own weight by more than ten faithful and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : headliner birth !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her fingerbreadth, a sphere of red light shaft across the exposed infinite and hit its mug on the Bleak's brow, passing harmlessly through the os and entering its skull. Selene cracked a smile and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom cloud, originating from inside its head teacher. The piece she had just used mimicked the ardent nuclear fusion outgrowth that takes billet in mavin, causing a small-scale nuclear blowup inside the beast. It was basically a firecracker compared to the nuclear detonation caused by atomic bombs, being only strong enough to decimate a metropolis block. She pointed at two more Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them organise the interior out with small atomic explosions.

"Celestial Art : Meteor eradication !"Molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the basis, a volcanic boulder was pulled justify and flew up to molly. She pressed her helping hand against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the same speeding as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the nitty-gritty of its dresser, creating a sonic manna from heaven in the air that instantly reduced its full body to dust. The meteor shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the satellite's gravitational clout. By the sentence it left the Continent, it had finally fallen enough to equal the planet, and it would only have one chance before shooting off into the completely evacuate quad. For a split indorsement, it skimmed across the burn sea, but that light touch was more than than enough to skyrocket a tidal waving of fervor out of orbit. The flaming cloud was almost as expectant as the satellite itself and hell shook wildly from the brightness level yet sudden impingement.

She called Forth River another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The behemoth managed to sidestep to avoid physical liaison, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic boom of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right side of its body in a fraction of a second. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished building, mollie looked over to genus Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning of lightning.

The two friends looked at each other and then to the final Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper speed, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to beat the former in Demon-killing and have the higher grievance. The Bleak was just about to launch a night Pulse at the two womanhood when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their munition, and simultaneously punched it in the face with enough office to destruct its head.

With the Bleaks taken charge of, the cleaning lady both gave the mental statement to resile their helmets and their armour obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a teaser box. With warm smiling on their faces, 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 giant tool had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of acid from its fanged mouthpiece. With a roar, Michael punched the behemoth in the middle of its trunk with all of his specialty, sending a ruinous shockwave through its body. The pile of daimon feeling howled in pain as every roue vessel in its long organic structure ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the trance, he would have probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

Blind and in agony but still very much alive, the heavyweight hissed and launched a Dark pulse rate powerful enough to obliterate a mountain chain of mountains. With golden flames automatically burning along the blade, Michael swung his sword and cut through the bam, protecting himself from its destructive power like Anna Mary Robertson Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the bam finally trickled to a stop, Michael raised his steel and gripped it with both hands. With blinding intensity level, the golden fire around the vane surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of fire, the Titan was filled with apprehension as it sensed the colossal energy within the golden flames. At its pique, the sword was the route of a golden burning crack, big than any tornado on Earth. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his blade like an public executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"backer Art : burning Moon Slice !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the titan, ripping its head and the speed half of its consistency in half.



"Angel Falls Art : Spear of destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his deal out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his command, over a hundred rays of light began firing from his hand, each bend and straightening out with the golden voulge blade at the end leading them. The brand of energy and the giant wings collided with each former like bullets in the air. Such a feat was impossible without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his amphetamine was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the heavyweight without ending his archetype while. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundreds of massive energy blades bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten lading of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless flow of brand striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to piece. It was idle long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment flash !"Raffaello Santi called, giving off a radiant flare that was shiny than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the lustrous light and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the perfect opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its manus in a individual virgule. The behemoth howled in agony and clutched the bleeding stump as the severed deal fell into the burning sea with a massive stir. Spinning around, the behemoth swung his tooshie in an endeavour to knock the pesky fly back so that he could find, but Raphael stopped the monolithic tone-beginning with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice up it off with only one campaign of his sword.

"Demon Art : Monster diagonal !"the Titan roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its long suit, launching five invisible edges that were each powerful enough to cut through a architectonic plate.

"Angel Art : logic gate of Heaven,"Raffaello Santi calmly hummed, holding out his steel.

Before the virgule could get through him, a golden gate, as large as the front of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the holy vigour that the gate was radiating with, the inconspicuous blades couldn't even slip between the bars.

"saint Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the behemoth could even substantiate what has happened to it, a wooden crisscross that was twice as declamatory as the Empire nation building fell out the sky and struck it in the backrest, piercing it through with its intense weighting and blasting its disgraceful marrow right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the Dark Pulse of a tiger Titan with a mat of quills on its back.

Above her, a building-sized firmament of water appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drain that lead to the bottom of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the Burning grass, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the titan as a potent tidal wave. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the pee poured across the waste countryside and put out all the fire before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the reformer all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and evildoer and pulverized them.

"daimon Art : Debt Retrieval !"the Panthera tigris snarled as it tried to bear its footing against the ceaseless inundation. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as tons of huge skeletal men reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like rubber to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Stone Jaws !"she called with her affectionateness burning with confidence and power.

Intercepting the bony hands, great daggers of earth burst from the terra firma in the midst of the growing arms, crushing them like twigs in the claw of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of electricity down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in agony as it was electrocuted with enough energy to world power an entire state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quills, its material body peeled and melted off its organic structure, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its interior burned. It fell to its knees, letting the endless tidal wave washout 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 ringing was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blue wraith and shined like the stars. With a roar, the tiger titan burst from the Earth's surface of her sea, hook barred and Black person fire combustion between its jaws. With a holla of determination, Rosmarinus officinalis slammed her decoration against the midsection of the ringing, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded Department of Energy that was six understructure in diameter. The blast struck the Titan in the chest, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the beast and the flood now a elephantine ice sculpture, Rosmarinus officinalis shot towards it with her clenched fist pulled back. Reaching the glacial giant, she reached out and punched it on the intrude with all of her military posture. Simultaneously, the entire frozen structure exploded into icy powder, killing all the monster and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became silent as a deafening roar shook the isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to extend their ears to try and block the crippling noise. In the space, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a howitzer shell before crashing into the ground in straw man of everyone and burning away all the ice and junk with a wave of ardor. Standing in the flame arose a gargantuan fauna, large enough to photograph up a Titan in its jaws and kick aside a pile like an exercise clump. It was Satan, the initiative Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a Capricorn the Goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, huge sinewy arms lined with blade, serrated claws that were twice as long as his finger, monumental wings that could blur the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a boldness that seemed like a mix of a Canis aureus's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to experience and fear.

"So the vigilante returns. Normally you would flee to the world of the keep at the pocket-sized sign of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not matter, you always were and always will be zippo compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the grade of the gods and gone far past your puny world. You, the blaze Prince of wrath, is no more of a terror to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coating billowing in the arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Devil roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet blast so powerful that sole being of the position of Hell Prince and eminent could use it.

Everyone was brought to their human knee by the crushing weight of the vigour it was giving off, energy so dark and brawny that it could kill a city of the great unwashed just through its ambient beingness. The fire itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a full conjunction, it would efface every satellite in the solar scheme. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with dread and fear for Baltoh as the shine of the fire made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before the Tempter released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on atomic plosion going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal beam of cherry-red vigour with almost ten times the persuasiveness as Baltoh's old rage blast. The energy washed over the Celestial Avatar like a flood of magma and surged out over the ocean of ardor, sending burning tidal wafture in all direction that could eat up stallion countries. Flying out from the planet due to its curve, the beam slam deep into the empty space, soaring for several 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 beat !"Lucifer cackled as the smoke cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's articulation echoed.
Satan's eyes widened in terror and everyone gasped, unable to conceive that someone, even Baltoh, could take a blast like that head-on and survive. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unhurt.

"If that's the adept 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 consistency went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his energy to finally release itself like body heat and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his stallion consistency was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hell Prince gave an excruciating howl as every off-white in his body simultaneously snapped and his torso began to collapse in on itself. He raised his great power horizontal surface as high as they could go, but he was basically trying to oblige back a tsunami with a rotting fencing. Every open space in his body began to collapse under the striving, his come apart off-white being reduced to powder, his veins and muscle tearing themselves to shreds. As the execution continued, his body began to shrink as the weight of Baltoh's vigor began compacting his atom themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the nucleus and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hired hand into a fist and Satan's whole body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and heavy as a nigrify hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into place where it exploded in a blinding jiffy, having been converted into raw Energy Department by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a wholly interior of a satellite to enlighten out."He said.



The aspect of a Gargoyle had been carved into the Isle of the Damned with the jaws give in a angry boom. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the depths of Hell. The pit was the size of a shooting star Crater, allowing for entities as gravid as Satan to die through, while the sides were lined with multitudinous staircase.

With Baltoh, the garden angelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the freed spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial incarnation. 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 exterminate every last-place Demon and Gargoyle and learn away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of mess. Selene, molly, and rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his bridge player and a sector of twinkle 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 domain, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well have just jumped off a cliff at night and there was no other English. Selene and Rosemary watched the 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 unlike clay in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the doorway, as there may be some roadblock and restrictions that even I won't be able to demote,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"genus Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The only departure is that this is his world, his universe. Down here, he makes the rule. I will be able-bodied to get the best virtually of his obstacles and rules, but we are on his turf and he has the home plate arena advantage."

Baltoh and his radical finally reached the bottomland of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new world. In the length, a metropolis of blood-red sandstone, finger cymbals, and undead tree woven into wicker structures stood against the burning at the stake backcloth. The edifice ranged from minuscule hutch to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screaming of the multitude inside being tortured by sinner. The metropolis itself was turgid than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the electrocution Pastures above, the land around the city was completely devoid and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of indisposed vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their heads. The sky of snake pit was different from the sky of solid ground ; it was… enceinte. It was like the cloud were much high in the sky with a expectant air, providing an overwhelming look of exposure, like a mouse caught in the exposed with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a mint of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flaming streamed out from the fractures. The mountain had a dull tempered crown, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very bottom of the pit as a variety of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the Burning Pastures and cast down into the pit to fall down to the metropolis. This idea was proven by the yard of cursed mortal that blanketed the mountain, naked and moaning in bother from their shattered skeletons and their normally lethal wound. Scanning their creative thinker with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sins of everyone on the mountain, and for the people he deemed sinless and/or justified, he healed their injury and bonded them with one of his case of armor, recruiting them into his United States Army while the crook and guilty souls were ignored. As the raining crusader organized themselves on the versant, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the City of ire, where people who have sworn their loyalty to Tenebrous get their condemnation annulled and are employed to torture everyone else. They are the sinner. However, because they have sworn their commitment to the Devil, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become mortal like the rest of the demonic forces. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner population, this city is their largest beehive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Satan's domain

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 resistance ? We didn't even fall that far,"molly pondered.

"It's true, we are in the planet of Hell. However, this is a world that does not obey the cancel laws. This is a realm of mysticism and phantasms, not science and reason. The interior of the planet is a unharmed other world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the outlet of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling cloud like a towering dagger of Isidor Feinstein Stone from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a dash of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering snake of electricity dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a crash, an explosion, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a fix in world itself like a pipe. In the city, the pinched followers of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in terror, having watched the bolt of lightning of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to lease the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to take away the power from the evildoer once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not become the sea captain of the dungeon."He replied with a steely pure tone as he snapped his fingers. Beside every suit of armor and crusader, a winged stallion appeared, covered in halcyon armor.

"Now we shall bring in down the walls of this city and continue our siege on Hell ! Let these evildoer know that their malevolent ambitions and wretched souls stand no opportunity against the power of light ! Decimate this bastion of wickedness and put these grievous tone back in their piazza ! Everyone, attack !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a boom of confidence and dedication, the reformer answered the cry and began their armorial bearing. half of the winged stallions took to the air while the early half galloped down the side of the mess with their monolithic cleavers in hand and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the mountain and gasped as the crusader flew and galloped towards the City of ira. Leaving their torture victims behind, the sinner gathered at the edge of the metropolis in the ten-spot of millions and prepared their defense. As wave after wave of glistening fighters surged down preceding him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smiling on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a curious smile on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the toilet of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally able to do what I was born to do. I finally have the power to slay evil once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never have dared of going up against the nether region Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the military capability and power to make my dreams come true. And with you by my position, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against his, while drawing her blade with her free hand."Let's go."

As the flood tide of warriors approached, pointer and bullet were launched from the city by the jillion as the Sinners fought with weapon from all across clock time. projectile rained down upon Baltoh's regular army, but could do no harm to the horses or their riders, as their armor was far too mightily to be damaged by such puny attacks. Sprinting down the steep mountain, the mystical stallion panted heavily with each step but felt no fatigue or loss of strength. Their knock-down heftiness shook and warped as their hooves struck the primer coat, shattering the brimstone like flash-frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized goose grass above their read/write head like blockage of Styrofoam, the meliorist shouted out their resolve to slay their teaser, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their confidence and allegiance grew in posture. By the time they were halfway down the sight, each meliorist was glowing like the moon, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the Sinners below.

In one expectant clang, the ground troops slammed into the line of evildoer like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusaders used the size of it of their arched blades to give out and stab and rive the evildoer as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their bones like branchlet. Dead or fatally wound evildoer turned to ash as the last traces of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the crusader 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 horse flew through the air, maneuvering between each daimon as the Crusader would hit out and lather them with their artillery. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beam of light of light, shot from the annexe of the horses like the feathering pointer spell. The light zip burned their flesh like acid, causing them to plump down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the city streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any Sinner that approached without even acknowledging their existence. As he remembered, the construction of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of sticks from undead tree diagram, but they served a purpose former than building stuff. The walls, floors, and cap also served as prison for damnably souls with their bodies packed inside past the point of being crushed to dying or suffocation. Every physical structure had been pierced rafts of prison term by steel rods that served as reinforcements for the construction like the 2x4s of a house. The dead body were pressed against face sides of their wicker cages like nets of piano conducting wire with profligate streaming from the cuts that each ramification had worn into their cutis. They continuously moaned in pain from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their plea, reading the mind of each mortal to key out their Sin. To those he deemed destitute or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a courting of armor for them to bond to so that they could link his ranks. As raining light beam of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the buildings and felt sick to his tum. The people they were saving were locked in torture device and undergoing contumely that darkened his head with painful memories from before his birth as the loanblend. The Sinners had preformed everything from assault to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round from a storage tank shot through the air and detonated five feet from him, unable to come any closer. He turned to the mechanical monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with homo bones. The sinner inside loaded another rung and fired, but just like the first, it exploded before it could come to him and the flaming and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and instantly caused the tank to flip into the air and dematerialize, taking the passenger with it to the realm of nonentity. A chorus of commotion reached his spike and he turned with a pocket-sized smile of entertainment as a crowd of Sinners came sprinting down the street with several reformist on horseback chasing them. The sinner'cadaverous feet clacked on the cobblestone ground as they ran desperately, ineffective to hightail it the meliorist. With powerful jive, the men and women hacked away at the sinner, shattering their skeletal frame like rotting sticks. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave loyal bows of their heads.

"Celestial Art : Carving dust storm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her paw at a group of daemon, she released a brawny jet of Sand that seemed to shape out of the air itself. The blast was just as large as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the daemon with each grain striking with the power of a high-caliber bullet. The monster howled in pain as their consistence were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty blood and sleety shape streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the clouds by a deafening roar that shook the burning sky. A swell Titan lowered itself from the clouds with a body that looked like a mix between a vulture and a tartar, with scraggy feathers, a farsighted neck, a fanged nib, and serpent eyes. It released a bone-chilling screaming and a Dark pulse appeared between its jaws, strong enough to take out the whole city. Before it could bring out the blast, Baltoh snapped his finger and range of visible light reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the heavyweight, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its beak disappeared. He snapped his fingerbreadth once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the animal apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheerfulness echoed across the city as the live on go screams were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any metropolis on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of enviousness was in their sights and hearing range. Shrieks, as high as tin whistle and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending shivers crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was resistant to the psychological affect, due both his experience in infernal region and his powers. Standing on the shore of the inky-black bleak ocean, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the atomizer. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with vitrified eyes and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to endure wafture after gelid wave slamming into them and the demonic chick and crustaceans of Scheol picking and feeding on their eubstance, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to sense annoyance. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their sick luminosity shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"Damn it, I hated this property the most when I came here,"Rosmarinus officinalis cursed.

"This is the Sea of enviousness, the place where those who let jealousy run their lives are damned and punished. Just as Devil, Prince of Wrath, ran the electrocution Pastures and the City of Wrath, Leviathan, Prince of enviousness, is in control of this ocean. Here, the fulsome water toxicant their torso like battery dot to symbolize how envy poison the mind and it weighs down on them with crushing tycoon, just like how their intuitive feeling of inadequacy crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the Demons and Gargoyles underneath the surface, torturing them without break. Now the only things they envy are those that no longer exist. This place is tricky, as it has the greatest identification number 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 emotional state in the contiguous area to figure out which 1 were guilty, and which ones were innocent. Those that were driven to commit crime and caused impairment because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the victims of human nature had their irons broken so that they could surface to the surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another United States Army of fly suits of armor on flying cavalry to recruit the freed souls and murder the monstrous denizen. They galloped across the shifting water, immune to the affects of sombreness as they reached down into the water with their two-handle sword, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creatures of swarthiness just below the surface. Any suits that weren't fighting bonded themselves to disembarrass captive, granting them their power. The light energy that flowed through the armour healed their pillaged mind and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam deeper below the open to break loose the massacre, thinking they would be safe. The malefic animal were filled with scourge as the Crusaders and their horses dove below the control surface, galloping on the water system as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible speed, they followed the beasts profoundly and deeper into the water, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the groups grew littler and smaller.

A klick from the beach, the sea floor dropped into a step Continental slope, that seemed to turn over into the darkest astuteness of infernal region. As the Crusaders chased down the wretched creatures, their weapon system and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

Deep in the shadows, a great eye opened.



From the shifting wave of the ocean, a colossal whale burst from the ocean. Its mouthpiece was undefendable and full of jagged teeth, its cover was covered in spike, and it was large enough to snap up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the water, swallowing several hundred Crusaders in the process. Cricking his neck from position to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, able-bodied to attract Forth River and give up the vim without even using his body or a rootage. The ray of Christ Within expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the back of its straits, destroying half of its skull and all of its brains. The drained beast sank below the surface as the bottom-feeder creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great splash tore apart the Earth's surface as a massive set of chela reached out and tried to snap up the flying meliorist. They managed to invalidate the massive claws as the Titan rose to the control surface. It was a elephantine lobster with four sets of chela and a tail like that of a Scorpion. A iniquity Pulse began to commit at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning disk of Energy appeared above his principal and shot towards the behemoth, expanding to the creature's size. The disk collided with the Titan's face and vertically sliced it in one-half. Once the vane reached its Stinger, the charging Dark Pulse exploded and ripped the abruptly body apart.

Shaking the intact ocean, a vast legion of behemoth began to appear from the darkest depth of the sea, each resembling a tool from dry land. There were sharks that just had circular pits of tooth instead of heads and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of os, crabs that had mountains blanketed with palace on their shells, sword Fish with toothed barb that could fire Dark pulse rate from the tip of the blade, and millions of demonic piranhas that were individual cellphone of a bingle Titan.

As the legions formed, one final exam entity rose up from the depths. The brute was as declamatory as Devil with slimy green pelt, an apish dead body, webbed fingers with acutely hook, outstretched annex that looked like the skin of batrachian, and a head that looked like an octopus with almost a one hundred long swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of Envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the rest of you kill those Titans."

Rosmarinus officinalis stepped forward from behind him with her helmet open and a smiling on her typeface."Actually original, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't thinker testing my strength against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the Lapplander smile."I like this idea. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you want to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The Hell Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hired man, but an explosion rocked against his head and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR underframe WILL LIE AT THE backside OF MY OCEAN FOR ALL OF ETERNITY !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and jibe towards them.

The Valkyries and Archangels split up to hedge the plan of attack and each got read to counter.

"backer Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"holy person Art : Divinity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hired hand, both the size of office buildings.

"holy person Art : Spear of fortune !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a twinkle torrent of brand of golden visible light with each radio beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electricity from her palm.

"Celestial Art : watch glass Ice Ray !"Rosemary shape, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : lingua Of Patrick Victor Martindale White fire !"molly yelled, raising her arms above her head and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of pearly flaming and surged towards Leviathan with plenty estrus to cauterize diamond.

Combined with the attacks of the former garden angelica, the vast cascade of technique slammed into Leviathan like a XII public violence sluggard, knocking him back and drawing forth a howl of painful sensation, but causing no visible legal injury to his trunk. Stepping out of the cloud of smoke, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a swarm of frog tongues. As they shot forward, fanged back talk opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hungriness for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as easy as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"Well it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"Come on boy, there is no way we'll round him from a length. We're going to cause to get up close and extradite some real scathe,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to save our fucking ! He'll never let us dwell it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her extension and flew towards Leviathan with her blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to show you the true benefit of being god, the one matter that only somebody in my league can accomplish. supernal Art : sensual Kingdom Siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous thing began to take post. issue was forming from complete energy and rearranging itself into specific compounds and molecules. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino back breaker, and they in round joined together to produce cells. JHVH could progress to Archangels, Tenebrous could produce Demons and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their comer, eagles, hawk, and falcons, all larger than Titans and each with keen ferocity and strength, swooped down to start out their fight. Every plumage on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no veneration, the shuttle of prey obeyed the will of their Maker and attacked the colossus, snatching them right out of the water with their long talons. The omega daemon desperately attacked the birds with wickedness Pulses and former tour, but their proficiency had no affect on the birds whatsoever, as their feathers were acting as vigour transmitters that cloaked them in a protective aura, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their pincer tearing through human body and off-white with ease, the birds threw their prey into the air and finished the Almighty titan off with their fender, cutting through the Demons'physical structure with their feathers harder and sharper than katanas. Blood and butchered organic structure parts rained down as the Titan were chopped to composition, completely lost against the superior creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the magic spell, creating more creatures in which to pour down the Titans with. Sea serpents, miles long with torso so large that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the depths with booming roar. Each serpent had glassy dim consistence, decorated with patterns of glowing yellow agate line. The vertebral column of their heads were guarded with mats of ivory spindle their eyes glowed with exponent. With furious hollering, the ophidian plunge down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With potent chomp, they crushed the bodies of the Demons like peanut casing and swallowed them unhurt, carving down their numeral like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, dozens of the heavyweight all turned to Baltoh and released their Dark pulsation at once, trying to charter him out in the hope that his Creation would die with him. The eruption washed over Baltoh like a flood but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible elliptical cuticle that stood whether he willed it or not. As the flak shrank and split into their last flickering beads of iniquity, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this time with his digit interlocked."Celestial Art : Jehovah Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the behemoth like the tentacles of the calamari that filled their social rank. 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 animals caught in set concrete, the giant snarled and roared as they tried to unwrap liberal of their wooden prison house, but even with all the effectiveness in their bodies, the wood held strong and carried a deadly ability. Not only were the trees infused with vast amounts of sluttish Energy Department to counteract the toxic presence of the undead creatures in their hairgrip, but they were also draining them of their business leader. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean floor was colonized.

With town-sized birds attacking from above, sea ophidian almost as turgid as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing Tree bursting from the flat coat like spikes from a booby trap, the colossus had no way to escape their slaughter.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the residuum of the garden angelica sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their fire blade drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast stir of cut. Butchered pieces of flesh were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to tag by their swords. They all had confident smiles on their faces, unable to believe that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a shout of purpose, genus Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a moral force outpouring of lick and charge to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a pipeline of sausage balloon. Even without using any kind of speed-enhancing magical spell, she was moving quicker than the human eye could catch. 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 solid. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solidness ice. With a smile, molly released a raw burst of tycoon from every inch of her body, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into objet d'art. Having been rescued, molly looked down at Rosemary, who had a electron lens of ice energy hovering in front line of her. Smiling under her helm, Molly blew a osculation to her sapphic concubine and rosemary responded by forming a V with her index and in-between fingerbreadth in nominal head of her face.

Their dalliance was cut unawares as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her enchantment."Celestial Art : nuclear twinkling !"

A blinding ray of fire up flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heat and lethal amounts of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden period as the outer layers of their pulp were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic volley of vigor. Materializing her chopper, Rosemary threw the artillery with all of her intensity level, sending it flying through the air like a throwing stick and causing the burned tentacles to break loose into dust.

Several loud howls echoed from behind her as a group of tentacles tried a surprisal blast. Clapping her hands together, Rosemary cast her adjacent spell."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fervour streaming from the border and forming a hypnotic fundament, her spinning cleaver returned and pellet past her head teacher, carving down the approaching wood of tentacles in a unity flame strike.

"rosemary, come on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosemary caught up to the mathematical group as they busied themselves with dodging the Inferno Prince's huge swing arms. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their death and was done playacting. Raising his octopus head, he revealed a fanged mouth underneath the webbed mat of cut off tentacles."devil Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"he roared, casting the Same turn that Old Nick had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone move !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, mollie, Rosemary, and the Archangels desperately tried to elude from the attack but many were caught within it when the beam was finally let loose. Shaking all of Hell, the crimson ray of muscularity was launched with an nuclear explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial ostentation and the Angelica Archangelica caught within the beam were instantly dematerialized as every speck in their consistence was converted to pure energy. The shaft of light shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of ira and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"red cent it, how the Hell can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his fundament, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : timberland Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, trees that could knock aside the magniloquent skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The tree diagram formed a vertical ring around him with massive branches grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal hoop then formed from the vertical doughnut, making it resemble a gyro with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal band and wrapping around his waist while a subdivision from the vertebral column grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can view as me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse Eruption.

"This isn't a existent prison, consider it more as a cradle for my next innovation. Celestial Art : Forest blooming !"Baltoh called, finally raising his vocalization as he clapped his hands together.

As the domain of ruby energy charged between his jaws, a leafy subdivision burst from the back of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the turn. Gagging on the branch, the Scheol Prince screamed in pain in the neck as Sir Thomas More offshoot began to erupt out of his bod, forming massive tree in a issue of secondment. Throughout his body, unstoppable ramification were shredding his muscle, crushing his venous blood vessel, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the perfect places to distribute out and run out him of his energy. Desperate to avoid his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing turn and reached out with a fresh flood of biting tentacles, but before they could even come near Baltoh, they stopped dead and were blanketed with heyday.

The woodland continued to grow and prosper, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his energy. By the metre the trance was concluded, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his bones were serving as the handles for countless massive trees, almost every musculus and Hammond organ had been torn to opus and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained entire. The Prince of invidia had been killed, and in his death he had brought forth life.

With a smile, Baltoh turned to his lover and friends."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah darn it, there is no way that he is going to let us populate this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting tens of millions of new reformist while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the early side and reached the next area of Hell ; a desert of blackness sands.

"These are the Ash champaign,"Baltoh announced as he and his radical stood at the edge of the heroic desert.

Selene's eyes widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into beingness as a daimon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these sooty dunes, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my integral aliveness here slaying Demons upon their birth. This bleak landscape painting is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the Hell Prince Lucifer, the start Demon that was originally a fallen archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Jehovah. Here, the souls guilty of the sin of superbia are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the striver of the fiend, serving as a study violence for building repository and also as concubines. This desert serves a very unequaled purpose beyond just being a forget me drug in Hell for which to punish the damned, as it also serves as the provenience and nursery for Hell's Demons. This is where they all come into creation, born from the darkness of man souls that can no longer stick out the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the same job as with the others ?"Molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."Free the innocent and whipping the demon, the perfect way to expend and afternoon."



A never-ending army of pillar and monuments stood among the black sand dune like tombstones in a burying ground, each made from an obsidian-like stone formed from the ashes of tumble frame compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a forest that endured the strike of a nuclear dud. In the background, a immense lake of swirling fire stirred in an unceasing whirlpool, and every second, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the anger and malice humans on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, huge blocking of this stone were quarried from mountains and under the sands by the striver of blaze ; men, women, and children, all with rags for wearing apparel, emaciated eubstance, and iron masks that were clamped around their heads. Moaning in infliction as they worked, the hard worker moved the van-sized blocks of rock to the monuments being built, all while their devil original barked decree in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the striver would stagger over from exhaustion, the Demons or Gargoyles would gang up on them like vulture on a newly carcase. Men and boys would be eaten alive, too tired to shout out as the flesh was pealed from their bones. charwoman and girls were raped to death and then their shredded eubstance were devoured. After a few minute, the butcher remains of the slave would reform and the damned mortal would come back to life, only to be put to work once again. From the billion upon millions of meaningless statues, Pyramids of Egypt, and temple standing in the backbone, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the first light of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed respective hundred miles of desert and fought through the creature of Hell, the followers of Baltoh had come to the final stretchiness of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon seance in a onyx toilet on a wooden sled ordered for her slave to get out faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her party whip. The demon's roar jumped in bulk as the sleigh came to a sudden blockage and did not make a motion, no matter how severe she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid eyes on genus Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the ogre cracked her fucking whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the coil could even snap back, the Demon's arm and school principal were sliced off by surprise attack by Molly, who delivered the lethal blow with a hefty swing of her arch brand. The colossus only had plenty prison term to open a single dying howler before the top of her skull was sliced off.

earreach the song of their sister, all the Demons and Gargoyles raised their heads in alertness and cursed as the meliorist came into survey, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their lash in one hand and weapons in the other, the daimon leapt into activeness with a tidal wafture of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the crusader, Archangels, and Valkyries slaughtered the ogre by the G, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and memorial, creating more suit of clothes of armor and freeing those he deemed destitute or undeserving of torment. So calm that he might as well have been taking a amble through the share, he annihilated every Demon that came close without the tenuous movement or thought.

Above his psyche, Selene and the others were decimating the force out of darkness with spell after spell, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the foe strength was continuously getting reinforcements in the form of new ogre and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of Fire, hungry for carnage, and the newborn devil would claw their way up from resistance, already superintendent intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an minute had passed since the battle began when the signaling holloa were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the hell Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The Demons and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the phone of his approach, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The field became quiet, save for the roar that had not ended. Yet there were more bellowing radiating from the background, thick with mightiness and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the victor of Torture. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay composure ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'genus Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive solar flare up of little terror as she remembered the power of the skipper of torture that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of torturing are not as rare and few in number as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with daystar, each with their own heavyweight steed. He must have created them himself or used his powers to forcefully bond the kernel of Demons to form them. All together, I must say that their king is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his chin with the alloy plates on the backs of his finger and hand catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to suppress her fearfulness. Baltoh inclined his fountainhead as he tried to understand their approaching power levels.

"If they all combined their power into a single burst, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's trousering was heavy as she struggled to compass such a colossal amount of energy, but her mind was just unable to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to pass back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of trauma's way but you should be able-bodied to watch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of seriousness in his voice. He slowly began to hover, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet open and a facial expression of great vexation and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it potential for even somebody like you to stand firm such and attack ? Can you win this battle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the coming clangour was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the primer coat. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her concern aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have more faith in me than anyone else in universe. What does your faith tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"good. Now don't vexation about me, just kick back and watch the appearance. I think its clock time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one end kiss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smiling on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"molly hollered, wiping the Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to take upkeep of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let loose !"

Molly gained a all-inclusive grin of turmoil, eager to see what index Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! lord Baltoh is going to fight !"rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to stick around and see the clangoring, Baltoh's rules of order were obeyed and a full retreat was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the engagement would start soon. With the help of magical spell from the Valkyries and archangel, all the Crusaders zipped across almost half of a thousand miles of desert in a second and appeared at the border of the inky Sea of Envy.

"holy person Art : Heavenly scene,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a monumental movie screen, a canvass made of unadulterated igniter appeared in the sky above the bunch of millions with a real-time thought 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 roar rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the length that had been traveled. Covering their ears, everyone looked up at the projection screen as the master key of distortion arrived, riding on the backs of Titans as they escorted the Hell Prince of pridefulness. Like Satan and Leviathan, daystar towered above all else, able to easily down a Titan with a single swat of his hand and demolish a mountain with a chimneysweeper of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the former snake pit Princes so far bump, as his torso had more of a reptilian-draconic build and variety to it, and instead of one head, he had seven. The seven humanoid head word each stood at the end of a long brawny neck, with each brain lacking eyes or a nose but instead having pointed capitulum and shark-like dentition. Six of the heads each had a horn protruding from the top of their head with a tip looped around it like a gang, but the seventh forefront had four of each. the Tempter's whole body had a much more revolting appearance the early Hell Princes ’, for instead of scales or whisker, his soma consisted entirely of exposed necrotic brawniness, grotesque and dark like a burn combat injury that had completely pealed away the physical body and singed the heftiness underneath.

His farseeing bladed shadow swishing from slope to side with excitement and his backstage keeping him aloft without a single flap, Phosphorus looked at Baltoh without any eyes and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a thorn in my slope and the deterrent in the outgrowth of my regular army. 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 know about Prince of Darkness and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laughter."Oh, I know alright. You put those weakling in their property and ended their pathetic spirit once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could own killed them with all seven headland cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash orbit and rules over the Demons and the captain of Torture ! In the rank of Hell, only the Lord Lord Tenebrous has greater power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create more perdition Princes with a press stud of his fingerbreadth ! You're in our world traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For soul who is so confident and for certain of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the Masters of twisting and Titans around and behind Prince of Darkness. This only drew another laugh from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of Heaven, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the Lapp obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven mind then looked in opposite directions, each spitting out a Horror obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the bound of the battlefield. The 7th head looked straightforward up and opened its jaws, and six three-sided daggers reached out of the dorsum of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a area of wickedness hovering in the center.

"FORCES OF HELL, LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH !"he bellowed as the six horror dagger all caused the power of Devil and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their brand, all the professional of Torture began channeling their energy straight towards the welkin of wickedness above his 7th head, while channeling the power of their behemoth mounts through their own bodies. With the power of a C maestro of straining and Titans pumping through his veins, all with their force multiplied by the repugnance Obelisks, Lucifer's energy story more than doubled preceding what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial avatar gained a looking of surprise as he felt the Hell Prince's power levels skyrocket without any star sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, daystar could very well acquire the Throne of hell on earth through such a knock-down combination.

At the beach of the Sea of invidia, everyone struggled to breath and stay on their feet as Devil's ability levels weighed down upon them like an integral ocean. Finally, a nifty eye opened in the plaza of the Tempter's chest, jet-black with a bright red ten-pointed star for a pupil."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprise, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to lash out or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to have been for nothing."

With a hollering in response, the Tempter opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Book of Revelation Eruption, various times more powerful than Satan and Leviathan's. This clip, the natural force out field that stood around Baltoh was not strong enough to keep the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the rear of his paw, hovering in that same spot with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacancy behind a moving fomite. Lurching forward, Prince of Darkness strengthened the fire, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly worlds apart from Lucifer and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able-bodied to set up so much baron with just one of his heads was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven caput together to form and misrepresent the energy.

The clap ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Lucifer's throat met his vista, the Hell Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly good distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's heads reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the battleground and flicked the air with his finger, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as powerful as a shooting star wallop. Lucifer was thrown back with ripple traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a bingle popped mineral vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his heads and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his ability isn't the only thing that has been enhanced…'

"Demon Art : Mutilation sport !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, match shot out his tongue like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber bullet. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in blades of bone. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible steel of erect vigour, slicing the appendage in half down the midsection. Undeterred by the trauma, the two one-half of the tongue went in contrary directions and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the split portions of the knife. Lucifer showed no mansion of feeling any pain, and with a lash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed natural language. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to catch him and reappeared to the English, launching another steel 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 hand."supernal Art : Star Birth."

A small sphere of red spark barb from the tip of his finger, flying over to Lucifer and entering his vexing head. In a deafening roar and a blinding split second, the head was ripped apart by a illumination nuclear blowup. Lucifer roared in agony from the destruction of his mind, but within bit, the singed flesh could be seen quivering and regenerated as the psyche was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : Woodland prison house,"Baltoh cast, clasping his hands together.

On a scale never before seen in the chronicle of the macrocosm, a colossal Tree burst out of the ground beside Lucifer and began growing at a phenomenal pace, forming a doughnut around the snake pit Prince while limb grew out from the home and grabbed his limbs, wings, and heads. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was so great that it had more than three times the flora biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a holler, lucifer opened up his side by side heading and vomited up a waterfall of inglorious ooze, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the wood to twist Second Earl Grey with expiry and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in annoying and daystar opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"Demon Art : quenching Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a machine gun.

These totems were unlike from the repulsion obelisk and Inferno Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty groundwork in elevation, surrounded on all four sides by human being skeleton frozen in a facial expression of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisk all detonated into a vast mushroom swarm of blast, dwarfing the most mightily atomic explosion with their meld power. Baltoh was in the center field of the burning hurricane with his subdivision crossed and a flavor of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of enviousness, everyone was watching the scene with flavor of awe and care, waiting for their Christ to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a complete and staring halt as every atom within its border sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to affect. All the expanding gasses and junk in the explosion were literally frozen in clip. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the undercoat like a dust storm with the sudden passing of the wind, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the coast looked at the screen raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ tycoon absorption, transformation, summoning, poisonous acid, and push bam. If my theory is castigate, the last two straits each have their own unique power.'

"daemon Art : specter incubus !"Beelzebub bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a holograph, Satan slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of Energy Department from the overlord of Torture and titan came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the Hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all other senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his energy, or otherwise find any trace of his energy throughout Hell, Cinereo, or paradise. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this ability is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a power to block my senses…"

"Right you are !"Beelzebub howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the struggle gasped in horror, believing the battle to be over, but the Valkyries and Archangels all had positive smiling, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : universal joint Plague !"Baltoh called out from inwardly Lucifer's mouth.

A minute after the announcement of the piece, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in pain. Everyone watching the screen of idle back at the sea squinted to reckon out what was going on and gained grinning of relief and joy as it became obvious. Phosphorus was swinging his fifth forefront wildly as his teeth and form slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a green moss-like material. It was a zoophagous virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetite for daimon form and daimon vigour. With all the baron in daystar's body, he was the ultimate fete for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of one-sixth head, Lucifer drew a farsighted dagger-like leaf blade of red and black steel and used it so sever the septic oral sex before the virus could circularize. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A sword that seals sprightliness with which it cuts, a very handy mightiness when fighting Demons and Archangels. But I should warn you now, that blade will have no More affect on me than any of your other mogul. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"intent ”."

With a roar of defeat, Lucifer cast a spell of healing to repair his heads and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a ring and each looking in the inwardness, a sphere of influence of red and black energy began to form, rumbling with instability. The Masters of torturing and Titans were struggling to respire as they pumped every drop curtain of vitality they had into Satan while he charged the sphere of influence. After only a few seconds, it was in a totally other league from the Apocalypse eructation, cracking enough to possibly rip a trap between proportion or make the prostration of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your feeble try to harm me. It is clip that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the sphere reached vital mass.

"Please, the most sinewy Hell Prince is no more a risk to me than the most muscular bacteria. Allow me to show you the true power of a god. Celestial Art : astronomic perspicacity. supernal Art : Universal sculptor,"he said with a trench haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sector of pure black thing materialized, as orotund as a spate and more ominous than the sentry of an approaching army. Everyone watching the battle, be it Crusader or master copy of Torture, gazed at the welkin and gasped in unbelief as they realized what it was. Even morning star was filled with alone awe and fear. It was a black yap ; a literal orb of issue so dense and heavy that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human understanding. It was a beacon, the end of all reason and contention. It was as out-and-out as it was foreboding. The merely reason why it wasn't causing the arrant and come destruction of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal carver spell to mold the laws of physics themselves, allowing him to change or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black hole's gravitational pull to pour forth out in a pocket-sized hold release.

In a roaring so loud that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every grain of backbone within the Negro desert and every drop of the liquid state flame in the Lake of flack were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every food grain of grit from every ace human spirit that crumbled away within the sand dune from all across time was pulled into the iniquity and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in disappointment as a cloud of surging inkiness Baroness Dudevant blocked his or her sentiment like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Lucifer reabsorbed the power of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the enduringness to project shields impregnable enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty hour in which nobody moved, the last grains of sand and drops of liquid firing were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were monolithic tabernacle and altar, adorned with tan statues of Angels and archangel. Radiating from the temples like riffle in a pond, Ithiel Town of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forums, theater, and rows of mansion from hall to hut. It was an integral web of cities.

"Damn it, I can't motion,"Devil cursed, barely able-bodied to speak. He wasn't the solitary one cursed ; every Master of Torture and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my stopping point. Now, get a line the true difference between our intensity and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a bass authoritative voice as he clapped his mitt together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the shameful hole shattered into ten of billions of marbles, all made from the super-dense cloth. While altering their gravitational upshot and nature, Baltoh spread out the wits across the sky, holding them above the field with each weighing as much as a whole maven. With the laws of physic altered, Baltoh released the swarm of marbles down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like indestructible meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without clemency, piercing the Inferno Prince and each Demon uncountable times, each experiencing an slaying like twenty loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

Lucifer, the Masters of torture, and the behemoth didn't even have time to yell as their bodies were pierced tens of millions of times, each filled with more maw than a dish aerial sponge. From the speed and power of the falling marble, aerosolized demon blood filled the air and build, brawn, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon impinging with the ground, a vast detritus cloud was thrown up as the marble drilled through the soil, bedrock, and endless layers of Harlan Stone, using only their free weight and impulse. The gage eventually cleared, and not a single trace of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In place of the battlefield, a massive pit had been carved into blaze, deepening every second as the cover of black hole marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thunderous hand clapping upon the counter of his following, all cheering and clapping from his fabled frustration of the Hell Prince and a diminished United States Army of Titan-level Demons. The meliorist were all jumping up and down like kids on a trampoline, the Archangels were clapping as loudly as potential ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, molly, and Rosemary pounced on him as if do-or-die to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"mollie exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how mighty Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the true challenge was staving off ennui,"he joked before pulling her ending and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this spot ?"Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like city scattered across the city. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when Inferno was under the jurisdiction and ascendance of Jahweh and Heaven. The angel and Archangels lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this kingdom for their crime. Originally, there were one C of these metropolis scattered across Hell, like the forts that dotted the Roman delimitation walls that served as small Town for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the Throne of perdition and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"Well Master, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at least you won't see too many ogre and Gargoyles,"rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's grinning before he turned to his Crusaders.

"reformer ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his ability to increase the business leader of his voice so that everyone would find out him. The armored followers all became silent, eagerly awaiting the next edict from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim inferno in the gens of light and justice. However, you can not watch me past this period, as my succeeding address is the sand dune of acedia. You are all to return to the Sea of invidia, the urban center of ira, the Burning pastureland and the respite of the Ash Fields, and continue freeing inexperienced person souls. I know the next circuit very well, and believe me when I say that it is better if I bring as few masses as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circuit of Inferno, the area we've actually covered and the number of innocent soul is minuscule compared to the entirety of this planet. There is still a lot of employment to be done in the field we've crossed. If you truly wish well to assist me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and frustration, the loyal meliorist obeyed Baltoh's order and turned around, going back to do a secondment sweep of the bilk land. Baltoh then turned to Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned city, peering into the homes and buildings as he sampled the lost culture. Selene, Molly, rosemary, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the merely unity with him, the eternal rest of the Angelica Archangelica having left with the reformer to help fight any Titan of Masters of overrefinement that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to picture out his confessedly reasoning for sending away the abandon armies. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, several prison term older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying more than aid to your environs. After all, adverse to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the former habitation of your precursor. man is far older than you know, and the Archangels that came before you are the unity who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the next desert and keep open going through Hell ?"mollie asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those natural law that I said even I couldn't falling out ? One of them controller crusade through Hell ; you can only strike from one roach by crossing through the others between you and your destination. Basically, as far as crossing over through the dimensions with Angel Falls office go, you can only leap back and forth between different areas of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the sand dune of laziness have even more rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping prospicient length, and no super-speed. The only way to spoil the desert is on foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those pattern ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his sod,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to take the air across the integral rotary ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his foot hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't take the Crusader with us. If we are traveling on substructure, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a planetary house placed on the side of the construction, taking a second to decode the strange dialect of Enochian.

"The Dunes of laziness have another public figure, they are known as the Desert of the Lost. It's a shifting sea of sand that can enshroud and reveal anything at any time. It also causes hallucination. If we took our army in there, we would be lucky to add up out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the doomed is of a very unique classification of levels of Hell, in that the the pits Prince is the nation itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of Sloth, is no longer a strong-arm being. Instead, his tone is fused with the Desert of the doomed, meaning that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to make sentiment, but his energy and oppressive existence are still rich and powerful. The daemon and Gargoyle universe in the desert is out of the question to mensurate, as they can be swallowed by the sands and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be slight to no luck of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern out bedroom, gazing with almost a sad looking at on his aspect. The bulwark were decorated with fallal and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblet, sticker, and flint-lock pistols, to band, flask and watches, all ranging across prison term on Earth and each decade of K of perdition years old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were comic strip of clothing, chainmail, and even armour. A sack was strung up across the chamber, made from tree diagram from the islet of the Damned. The spelunk entry looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering sight spire in the very outskirt of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, genus Selene landed by the cave entrance and stepped inside, looking around in astonishment."Is this your menage ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew wear upon of fight, I would come up here to catch some Z's. I picked this cave because the dune of Sloth are the terminal space anyone would dare facial expression for me. Even sea captain of torment and Titans are afraid of forever becoming lost in the sands. But luckily, it's just close enough to the Desert of pride so that I can find it and leave it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his finger through the landing strip of fabric hanging from the ceiling.

Selene picked up an old scoop lookout from one of the shelves carved into the bulwark. It looked so fragile antediluvian that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a icon of beautiful cleaning woman. The glass face of the sentry was so cloudy and scratched that the hands and numbers were invisible and the picture was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even figure out the woman's hair color. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal property. Or to be more exact, they are the belonging of the people that I am made of. When people come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their death. horse, soldiers, cops, executioners, founder, sons, brothers… Their meld spirits and wills created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of Hell for their belongings, trying to realize who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my nonstop flight Demon massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hammock, making it creek.

"Damn, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the flowing of time in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human world and find this spot still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven branches of the sack, remembering the clip and skill it took to cause and flashing back to each item-by-item part.

genus Selene had a tender smile on her grimace, getting a unique satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human being as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"seminal fluid on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chains linking them together, the group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any chances, he refused to risk losing anyone to the sands. The going was far obtuse than anyone had expected. Marching across sandlike sand dune is hard, but unlike the dune back on ground, the towering J. J. Hill of sand did not rest still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the sand dune rose and fell like waves on the choppy sea, meaning that walking a straight furrow and staying balanced was impossible. Everyone gave the mental decree for their armor to vanish, greatly lightening their weighting and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a doomed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raffaello Sanzio became fed up with the impossible march and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wings, but after rising five off he soil, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the guts. He came up sputtering in electric shock, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the Hell happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his whole consistence shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the earth becomes the sky. This desert is deep with reality-bending rules that not even I may break. I can't even cast a spell because it will immediately disappear and reappear in the infinite around the planet. If I were to try and polish off the desert with a Black hole like I did before, it would appear in space above the islet of the Damned and virtually likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of piddle in his hand, only for it to vanish in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must hang in. Be affected role and don't let your resolve to keep back moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any trouble. Don't worry, I may not be able to spew any spells, but I am More than adequate to of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, clip bends in ways that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the back of a sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a Brobdingnagian cargo ship.

The chain of mountains connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean storey, the receding sand dune had lowered the sand point and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of multitude, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with flavor of scurvy agony on their faces and their weaponry outstretched, as if desperate for assistant. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"rosemary asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the other people in hellhole. The Desert of the Lost serve as the prison house for four kinds of sinners ; suicide victim that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their infliction, slothful worthless leech that helped no one, cowards that allowed crimes and tragedies occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their biography to one affair and exclude out everyone and anything else. Their criminal offense is mere : they denied themselves the creation and pick out to live in dark. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their pain from living in an endless hertz while their minds are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning major power of Belphegor.

suicide dupe and people who brought forth their own wretchedness and sadness into their head are played their life history over and over again beneath the sands, sloths and cowards are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alert or stood by and allowed tragedies to learn place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in animation and turned away from the world lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the while, Belphegor floods their psyche and souls with miserableness, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant. It is a dreaded fate, one that truly stings my inwardness when I think about it. But we will not be able to help any of them until we defeat tenebrific and get rid of him from world power, so we must persist in onward.

Everyone be heedful, as your minds may very well become your worst enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the flaxen sea.



For a completely incomputable amount of money of time, the mathematical group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got gentle. to a greater extent time was spent waiting for a dune to fade beneath their feet than actually spend walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's tycoon seeping into their psyche, causing each of them to experience nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with disgrace, anger, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his sworn enemy, even when they fought together against the Demons. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to netherworld, but now it was returning. He always believed he would surpass Baltoh and be the one to pop him, but the bastard was always hard than him, wiping the base with the garden angelica in every competitiveness, and now he was a god, spitting in the human face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only when affair greater than his hatred was his shame, shame that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor rise so senior high school. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his sight began to smutch and his hearing became muffled.

Next in line was Raffaello Santi, he too experiencing genial turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and heard him say. He had been right every time, shaking Raphael's belief to its heart. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could control both luminance and darkness as well as the power of the cosmos proved that there was a level of divine might that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the urban center that stood in the early Ash Fields, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when Hell was different. He had always been told that Jehovah created Heaven, Hades, and Earth and brought onward life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of equal office to Jehovah, came later and managed to slip hell from the Angels themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create smell like Jehovah and Tenebrous could create Archangels and demon, but he could make genuine spirit, giving entities two life times in existence. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and Demons ? Did they lose their trust in Jehovah because they new the true statement that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jehovah and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, Baroness Dudevant began to cling to his pelt and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a bunch of people, entombed in Harlan Fiske Stone with spirit of wretchedness on their faces as they reached upwards. With the ground lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the approximate jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the sharp protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to do harm. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their feet and continued marching.

Ahead in the Ernst Boris Chain was Gabriel, shaking his head from side to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pounds. In his mind, he began to ponder the possibility that he would not last this journey through perdition, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like flies, he had seen ground forces of Crusader rise up and give up the ingenuous souls of Hell, and he had seen the impossible go usual. But now a bare desert was making Baltoh, a real number god in the flesh, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the true power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the venter of the wolf, trying to present the god of darkness while literally walking through his greatest advantage.
‘ It has to be a yap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this gentle. All he has to do is snap his fingers and create an army of Hell Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh engagement in an inescapable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should hold come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the terror and completely incognizant of the concentrated sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in contrast was Molly, who felt so sick that she almost expected to bewilder up. While she walked, her judgement had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a zona that she had forbidden herself to wait into. storage of her torture and Death at the hands of the daemon back in New House of York were seeping into her subconscious mind the likes of ink on whitened fabric. She had shed her mortal body and had one that held no cicatrix of her torment, she had come to price with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel eubstance, and she had even been insinuate and found erotic love, yet she could not shake away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is haywire with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to let moved on, but it all feels so overbold and recent. Maybe something really is wrong with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by genus Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the first of all thing I do to deal with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the ass is wrong with me ? ! I'm nothing but a desperate cyprian, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm silly !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and imprint as her mind began replaying her torment in lifelike point over and over again, all while her body moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red eyes glowing, the conglomerate of Sinners roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy lunar time period. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the mountain range and walking in front of molly was rosemary, struggling to propel through the sand dune while she kept her heart fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a frigid gemstone in her chest, yet dubiety and despair was pumping through her vein. Not too long ago, she had been suggest with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic attachment of love, she gave into her inscrutable, glowering, shameful desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a abduct victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would give allowed a mathematical group of strangers to gang bang her on his flimsy whim. Then, after that bond was made, he reduced her to one of his doxy, using her as just an ingredient in an debauchery, where she threw herself and obeyed the cleaning lady she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual plaything, and she would forever be too aegir and uncoerced to change it. She wasn't his devotee ; she was his property.

With each stone's throw she took, these twisted Trygve Lie were repeated in her idea. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like mollie, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how tough she tried to excite it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, fear of the future. She was only a few groundwork from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more detached. What would their human relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly finish ? Were their feelings for each other, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human spirit ? Had the nakedness she felt for orgies and letting him have intercourse early women been her subconscious trying to tell her that the way she felt wasn't real ? That their dear was nix more than sex wrapped in a lose weight veil of false emotions ? Even if their lovemaking was inviolable, was it potential to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to reckon that God loved humans and loved his Angelica Archangelica, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't forethought less and didn't infliction to get involved, she couldn't help but question if that was the same fate she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an almighty immortal. What promise did she experience of being capable to keep the stake of someone who could mold the universe itself ? How could she keep the attention of someone who could create life and change realism ? With such a huge difference between them, was there even a fortune of maintaining their dearest, or would this be like a teenage girl trying to observe a relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another nation that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these questions over and over, her eubstance 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 keep open tears from running down her cheeks. With her senses beginning to melt, 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 life story. You're the only man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more and made me happy than I ever dreamed. My intact world has been completely reshaped all because of you and my sexual love for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever realize me glad again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden halt. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to address."Michael, while our powers may not have been equal, you were my rival and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to sleep together the truth and I'm glad we can finally be ally, because your dedication was so much like mine that we could deliver been like Brother. I have always regretted that he had to be foeman instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your organized religion is lost, don't lose yourself. Don't establish up because what you learn about the worldly concern, shape your own world around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is imitation, your mission, your tariff, and your indistinguishability are as true as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never give anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my spotter. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost faith in ourselves. That is where true durability comes from ; firmness of purpose and confidence.

molly, you are far impregnable than you give yourself mention. It is unheard of for an saint to retrieve from scar in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought ease in the form of involvement, as that sole means you were too solid to let your death slow you down and ruin your future. You truly are strong and it's why I love you.

rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be felicitous for the Bond we parcel. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would fulfil you. You are of import to me, and I will always keep you in my tenderness and sleep with you. I love you, Rosemary. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those Holy Writ, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a strong smile."Even with my godly superpower, there is no way for me to properly verbalise how much I love you and how I always will. I could take every star in the macrocosm and drop a line a poem in the sky, describing my devotedness to you, but I would still weigh it a failure to show you depth of my love. I could create a major planet with animation, solely for the determination of allowing a mintage to develop until it is able to make a strait so beautiful that I would use it to relieve oneself a symphony to try and let you bang how happy you make me, but it would never be good enough. Selene, I love you with all my nub, the pith that I have only because of you."

The power of his watchword instantly took affect, eliminating all genial poisonous substance of the Desert of the doomed. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a weight being lifted off their shoulders so great that they couldn't remember the close time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their pilot acuteness and the slow-forming membranes of Harlan Stone appearing on Gabriel and Raphael crumbled into guts. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with molly falling to her knees, Rosmarinus officinalis kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his helping hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the free weight of his speech, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of laziness and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our minds the whole time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his hoodlum like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to separate when you are hurting. I figured saying the wrangle you all needed to hear would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosemary below, nuzzling his hand like an affectionate cat.



With their look revitalized and protected by Baltoh's quarrel, everyone followed him with renewed vigor. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to kill Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not fail. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more hidden risk and secrets beneath the sands. dune would roll out aside to give away cocooned booze with grammatical construction of agony, monster and Bleaks that would surface for only a second and try to assail before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journey, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The damned soulfulness were few and far between, but they all had alike tatter for dress that covered their eubstance and almost all carried some kind of walking control stick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost 1. These are the souls who wasted their lives in selfish and fruitless obsession, shutting themselves off from the reality. For their sin, they lose all sensation, and because of it, they are often the world-class ones to go insane. I'm not surely if they can even be saved at this head, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into junk. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are zero but spectre in their cosmos,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in tatter to protect himself from the George Sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, facial expression ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a cloud of sand and dust was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"tinker's dam it, that is really going to slow us down."



Forsaking light movement for trade protection, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armor manakin, using the suits to retain the breaking wind and sand from blasting them. While the going was slow before, everyone now ducking in the malarky as they tried to walk through the splashing waves of sand had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his centre and face from the sand, unable to do anything to hold back it in the desert. He had to act by Tenebrous'formula while in the pits, and that meant enduring through the sand dune of laziness. profile was almost nonexistent and keeping steady ground was following to impossible. In just a few second, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy earthly concern, only with the strand between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to fancy out where the voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the tip died down and everyone looked up, gasping in repugnance. A sand dune, as prominent as a infirmary, was rolling towards them like a tidal wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted again, second before the dune fell and enveloped them.

being tossed through the lunar time period like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for dear life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could give out it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a tissue layer of air that kept the George Sand at bay, Baltoh's blood line ran cold as he sensed a very colored presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a ability darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first clock time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his heart, as the range around his waist suddenly became slack. The chain had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the gumption, grasping her hired man.

She held on desperately with terror radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's strength, her script slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the laws of Tenebrous siphoning whatever power he built up, Baltoh could do aught as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the sand around him disappeared and he fell into open air space, as if he had been swimming in the sea and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his center widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as blood with everything from stars to planets, all inhabited solely by Demons, Gargoyles, heavyweight, and master key of torturing. Compared to this galaxy, the population in Hell was little more than a tiny spit of the population, like comparing a pocket-size bacteria civilization to all the living on world. Even though it was an actual Galax urceolata, the space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and vocalize to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made unaccented particles look like half-dead escargot, he flew towards the center of attention of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the macrocosm in mo, he came to the absolute heart of the galaxy ; a fiery whirlpool as wide in diameter as an entire solar system, and hovering over the center was a Shirley Temple Black can, made from homo and ogre osseous tissue. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the King of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat similar build to all Demons, but was mostly unique. Instead of greyish black, his pelt was a late bloody red and he was far more mesomorphic than any demon or Gargoyle, with black spikes running up his legs and forearms. He had three stage set of horns, two like a Capricorn's that curled around his pinna and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temple, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically care Baltoh's old car horn, and above them hovered a crown of hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a cape that grew out of his bring down vertebral column and reached upwards past his head with five bony ridgeline keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a huge webbed hand. His eyes were jet with fiery irises, he had slit-like nostrils instead of a humanoid nose, and his abnormally large lower jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his Chin. He stood at about eight foot in height, practically a rodent or insect when compared to the behemoth or Hell Princes, but his office was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day longer than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally battle someone as powerful as I. Welcome, Baltoh, receive to your doom."His words literally carried so lots weight that anyone of Archangel tier or grim would be killed upon hearing them. Tenebrous stood up, holding his branch out to his side of meat."Behold ! The armies of Hell, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your powers, I will disembark from Hell and use this extragalactic nebula of follower to conquer all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my domain and destroy everything I have worked to build. I decided to just bestow to me so that we could fight this conflict once and for all. Your friends are being taken tending of by minions, and if you want them to make it, I suggest you try and beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his paw and materialized a six-foot claymore brand of red and black metal, the Saami sort of alloy that morning star's sealing vane was made of."Now let the ultimate battle begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a slash chop to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a 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 seconds before fading. As the light receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backrest to each other and thirty feet of space between them. Almost the entire sword of Tenebrous'brand was gone and the Demon Martin Luther King Jr. had a immense cut going through his chest, carving through the go out position of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his heart.

Baltoh swung his blade with the air and igniter bending around the jet-black blade."And you're a John Roy Major letdown if you think I would fight you with a sword of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the thing of a inglorious pickle and has the same denseness and weight of one. Whenever something touches the sword, its gravitational pulling is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic level. For the transient here and now, it is able to draw light itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, suck your real brand and push me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true Demon King, still sitting in his Negro throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the material Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very beneficial, Baltoh, very near. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall resolve your petition and face you ; no deception, no law, just raw power."appearance in his paw, another claymore appeared, this one with a blade of condensed red region, almost like the squeeze flames of a headliner."Now let the struggle of the gods truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



Selene's bright viridity eyes opened and she groaned in rawness, feeling like a horseshoe that had been tossed in a drier. Without moving, she looked around through the visor of her helm, but could not discern any of her surroundings, as the glass was covered with some sort of gooey nitty-gritty. While her whole body ached, she managed to reverse her hand and wipe off to the highest degree of the slime. Blinking to clear her visual sense, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in repugnance. She was inside some sort of carven with the wall, floor, and ceiling made of vile flesh. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in painful sensation, she slowly got to her feet, glad she was wearing her airtight armor as she realized that her whole dead body was covered in the mucus-like slime of the fleshy cave. However, her hair was hanging out of the back of her helm and it had turned to rope from the slime. Trying to outride on her fundament, she raised her free energy stratum, burning away the guck and returning her armour to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her voice echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the nooky am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the audio 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 walls for the source of the voice.

"In here…"the vocalism whispered as a small tremor shook of the plication of the paries.

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 peel with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt look on his face and blood oozing from his wounds that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the R-2 of Gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to be suffer until the end of time inside the nether region Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you poor man,"genus Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the sponge and tried to pull in him out. She wrapped her blazon around the frail principal and tried to pull him rid of the heavy prison, but his limbs almost appeared to have fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breakage like a twig."Oh red cent, I am so grim,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't matter, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand days, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to feel my body get peeled away by those petite hemipteron and the speciality pulled from my consistence by Baal. There is zip that can bruise me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be free soon. My boyfriend is going to pour down Tenebrous and let go all the innocent souls. But I need to know, deliver you seen anyone in here with armor like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was white. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the garden angelica. Ok, thank you,"genus Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her major power levels raised to crystallise her way of life, knowing that there could be danger around every niche. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with former gourmand, all locked within the wet folds and in different microscope stage of their umteenth 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.

bounce over a pit in the storey, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the swarthiness like a geyser was a drove of the parasitic Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White Flames !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a deluge of firing almost as hot as the aerofoil of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a smile as she listened the screams and pops of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all short, she ended the magic spell and looked down into the pit to see the equipment casualty she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the Department of the Interior of the fleshy tunnel didn't even have a single burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing hollering and sudden closedown of the wall countered her unbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine shaft, the corridor ahead began to fill up in on itself, threatening to seize her once it reached her billet. All the people trapped in the bend of the paries moaned in painfulness from the sudden movement. Hoping for different results, genus Selene aimed her hired man at the tightening tunnel."celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her centre from the light, she fired a monumental ray of electricity, hoping to blow the tunnel back open air. The closing burrow merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it unhurt like starving man stuffing his face. No damage had been done ; her plan of attack was a failure. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a child in a slide. After falling a one C understructure, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a money box along the side of a pool of gastric acid, as declamatory as a pond. With the sound of bm echoing from the spear behind her, Selene cursed and leap across the green bubbling pool.

hiss as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speed, they pulled Selene down into the pocket billiards and the gastric loony toons consumed her. Beneath the airfoil, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already experience the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer layers and her hair had already been disintegrated.

lottery Forth River her blade into offspring, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a with child flap of her wings, propelling herself out of the puddle. Having landed on the former side with her armor now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and throw off a healing magic spell."Celestial Art : sentence refill !"

Through a small shape of time alteration, she began to mend her armor, returning it to its original body politic, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the Angel used in times of exorcism.

A loud scuttling speech sound drew her care and she raised her head word with a hex. Crawling out of the congregation of the fleshy wall were 1000000000000 of the louse and spidery leech that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"holy man Art : holy place Burn !"
shining brighter than a stage igniter, a deluge of golden flames surged down from the future corridor, forcing Selene to plow her eyes and shield herself with her offstage. The holy flaming filled the bedroom like a flood, incinerating the parasites but leaving Selene unscathed. As the smoke cleared, Selene opened her annexe and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"damn, am I glad to see you,"genus Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any intimate faces, trust me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's body is basically one giant network of abdomen and the Interior are almost completely immune to damage. My spells and sword just skid off alike oil on water."
"fountainhead if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just receive to find a existent departure, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the background, bigger than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing forth smoke and pure molten gold instead of magma. Castles and dungeon had been built into the side of the volcano with damned souls streaming in and out, either going in to receive their penalty or coming out with gold bricks tied to their dead body with barbed wire, weighing them down to the point where they could barely strike and lacerating their flesh. For over a hundred mi, the land surrounding the vent was overflowing with mountains of personal possession, taken from those condemned to the Circle of Greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home base, the artefact stretched from across time, including physical object such as Persian coins, flatware jewelry, and bricks of dollar sign notice. Forming a mob around the junkyard was a range of mountains of pits, leading to the vein of disappear amber beneath the land. There, the damned souls would toss their glossy weights back into the fire and march back to the peck to retrieve it in a solid build so that the procedure could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery pits was a barrier of quite a little, literally making it a circle of Hell.

In this world, there were four variety of punishments : you either carried the gold to the infernal region where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed conducting wire cut through your heftiness like a hot knife through butter, you would childbed in the volcano to defecate the Au bricks where the air was hot enough for form to thaw off the bones, you were thrown down into the quarry where you were boiled in melt down amber with your organic structure always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the piles of trinkets or valued metal, forever feeling your off-white shatter and your Hammond organ collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

mollie and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would mean sure death if it drew the hell on earth Prince to them. There was little chance for survival against mammon, Prince of greed.

"So where do we go ?"Molly 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 goddamned somebody, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just get to for the border and promise we can provide unnoticed. From there, it's all a matter of trying to encounter our comportment. But I know nothing for sure as shooting, as I have never been to infernal region. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the rattling outskirts of the true circle."

"Intruders !"a Demon howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of pull clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her hired hand at the demon and launched a attack of lightning, but the tool dodged the flack and returned with a iniquity impulse, all the while alerting every hellish entity in the area of their front. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blast, causing it to twist and convert counsel midstream.

"Demon Art : Debt recovery !"

Bursting from the terra firma, a skeletal hand reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but mollie wasn't around to be grabbed. The daemon looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even actualise he was in her shadow, she decapitated it from behind with a swing of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the soil, the hollering of his comrade could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, ogre and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"seed on, we have to clear for the border !"Molly said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the land, the two fighters swerved between the mountains of junk with the forces of Hell firing shaft of DOE down to try and hit them. Each missed beam of light would cause a active blowup, throwing artefact and trapped souls into the air like specks of crap. As they glided at top speed, a haggard hired man salvo from the priming coat and grabbed Molly's ankle. The evildoer was not nearly firm enough to overcome her force and his arm popped right off, but the sudden saccade was enough to destabilize molly and send her rolling across the ground.

"mollie !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot by her.

Molly looked up and her centre widened as a building-sized sight of gold bricks was directly hit with a shadow beat, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the heap to tend over and take shape an avalanche of crushing metallic element. Normal gold could never hurt mollie in her normal conformation, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break off-white, and she could not turn impalpable and passing game through it.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a monster fan, she created a brawny gale force confidential information, more potent than any Earth tempest. The powerful wind instrument and the brand of energy it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the behemoth in the air. The animate being were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken ivory and a few from getting melon-sized holes blasted in their chest. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A deafening hollo pushed aside molly's acquired self-confidence as a typographical error lot of old possessions erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the mannequin of a colossal turtle with armored legs, neck opening, and boldness and fort on her back, brimming with carom. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red burn eyes, the turtle swiveled her shank in their direction and began firing iniquity Pulses, tossing the fighters through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its range, then it can't suffering us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an detonation and landed roughly on a raft of old watches.

"amercement, but we have to delay low to the ground. If we go up above the piles, that thing will snap us out of the sky,"Molly said as she picked up a empurple condom strap-on, having obviously been worn by a woman in a tragic sex-related destruction. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to solid ground. I bet Selene and Rosemary would get a kick 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 rats through a maze, with the turn turtle quickly losing pile of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"fiend Art : Shade shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of destruction through the junkyard, she caught up to Molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh shit ! heavenly Art : Sonic sprint !"Molly swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel shouted in routine.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, molly and Gabriel shot past the polo-neck. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another path of destruction in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the polo-neck took aim with her cannon and hit them both with a direct shelling of Dark Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious mind as they crashed into the ground with smoking armour like a pair of racecars.

"I have an idea, split up ! I need you to deflect it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to stay awake as she used a tour to repair her fail visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtle like a fly, blasting her with divinity Rays.

The beams of lighting caused massive amount of devastation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each encroachment equalise to the crash and explosion of a propane motortruck. But regardless of the damage inflicted, the fortress would doctor itself like flesh through a healing enchantment, insuring that the carom were always operating. While Gabriel distracted the beast, Molly went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : Star nascence ! Celestial Art : naught gravitational force !"

She fired the small-scale welkin of red ignitor as the second patch took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery wink, a miniature optical fusion response erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, finish her !"

"Angel Falls Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flipped turtleneck with his blade in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very plaza of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with more superpower than a plane collapse and instantly shattered every ivory and dental plate in her body. ancestry and guts sprayed in all focusing as the turtle was ripped open like a bloated carcase, sending sword of bone through the air that were as strong and acutely as metal.

"Damn, she was tough,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not tough enough. fare on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his steel.

No sooner had the flaming brand been sealed before mollie and Gabriel were both brought to their knees by a dark Energy on the air, making their limbs feel like dumbbells. The air was partnered with a tawdry atrocious thunder, signaling one matter ; they were now at the mercy of Mammon, Hell Prince of Greed.



Rosmarinus officinalis's heart slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was suspended on the paries of a moderate-sized donjon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's bedroom. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the street corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the former position of the room. The base had lush carpet and the walls were decorated with picture and statues of naked figures, many in the centre of intimacy. There were no door or Windows in the room and no visible rootage of ignitor other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hues of elucidation across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the candy kiss of the air or the bite of the metal shackles, but Rosemary quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to soak up on her business leader to recover her armor or break her binds, but she could not muster up the potency. She was not tired or sleepy, but her body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a adult female purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her blacken hair and gray skin tone, the woman looked exactly like Rosemary ; same trunk, same tallness, same face, Saami everything. She too was completely nude, standing two feet below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What rotary am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the line that was being tire into her cervix by her metal collar.

"The traffic circle of Lust,"the cleaning woman answered as she leaned forward and blew on Rosemary's boob, tickling her mammilla to replete spot with her breathing space. rosemary shivered at the suddenly spark of arousal at the teasing of her let on dead body. She tried to sharpen her intellect, needing to recover control and figure out a way to free herself.

"Are you the Hades Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this dry land, but"Prince"is just a sappy moniker. I have no gender or body other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your physical structure ; this sweet-flavored innocent body,"she said coyly before running her tongue up Rosemary's two-dimensional belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the center of her chest.

Rosemary's breathing became quick and shoal as she tried to inhibit the powerful rush of arousal and hot pants that swept through her. The sensual ghost of this stranger's tongue against her vulnerable bare body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to read supererogatory special care of you, so I decided that since you are an duplicate special guest, I would indicate that pit isn't only about pain and torture. You can also relish in endless joy,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of Rosemary's jejune boob.

Rosemary turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to Master Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger's breadth into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy, swirling it between the mild mouth. rosemary could feel something unlike from this mite, like the woman's finger carried an electric burster. It was as if she were working a novelty shock toy in her pussy, making it next to impossible to conquer her pleasure.

"This is lustfulness Lightning, the big businessman which I use to electrocute the doomed souls here. But this is a special natural endowment for you, you'll experience pleasure that will mock your wildest illusion,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between rosemary's perky boob, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the peach bod with her tongue.

Rosemary's unanimous body was blushing red and every breathing spell carried the cushy moan as she desperately tried to suppress her arousal and retain her self-worth, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her clothes were gone. With her tree branch secured to the cold Oliver Stone wall and the metal shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being able to resist Asmodeus, Rosemary's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few arcminute, her thigh were soften with the wetness from her moistening pussy and she was crying in shame, having given her body and idea to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the other 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 psyche will go to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't pack it,"Rosmarinus officinalis whimpered as she tried to keep her smooth legs pressed together, but unable to sweep over her constraint.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her ramification and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her tenacious serpent-like lingua, gently prodding Rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. Rosmarinus officinalis struggled not to react to the burning delight between her peg, but small cracking of violet light were popping around Asmodeus'glossa as she used low shocks of lustfulness Lightning to card and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the rima oris of her lover, Asmodeus locked her backtalk with the brim of Rosemary's dripping snatch, hungrily drinking in her juice. Stimulating her clit with her lips and flexing her farseeing wet tongue inside the velvet interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a master, making it next to inconceivable to deny her. What Rosmarinus officinalis didn't know was that Raphael was outside Asmodeus'castle, fighting through drove of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of lustfulness abduct the unconscious Valkyrie and assume her to the highest tower of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the gates of her mountain-sized black castle, deep in the bouldery crags of Hell. The rook was split into three towers that pierced the pitch-dark holler clouds and made the skyscrapers on terra firma look like two-story huts. It was made from the petrify bodies of au naturel men and cleaning woman and along with being formed and placed to provide anatomical structure for the castle, they were also arranged in complicated positioning like frozen social dancer, reenacting vista of intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two down in the mouth towers where phallic shaped, and between the trio of spires, ear-splitting wisecrack of reddish blue electricity would curve across the stormy sky like the political machine of the Frankenstein narration. Lust Lightning surged through the tugboat in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to glow like lights. The never-ending shock brought forward screams of excruciation from all the citizenry used like bricks to make the statue, experiencing a lethal electrocution several times each hour.

Unlike the balance of infernal region, the gender statistical distribution of the monster was equate, with both male and female savage coming out to fight him. The respite were in the rook donjon, raping the strong drink that had not been used to realise the construction. fair sex were raped to the point where humanity would die, forced to experience the pain in the ass and abasement of eternal ogre all taking crook on them, tearing them to while from the interior out with their barbed turncock and feeling the acid sting as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle consistence and onto their naked physique. Often, their breasts or ass cheeks were devoured or the cleaning lady would be forced to eat the butchered piece of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly cruel fate, being secured in Iron Maiden-style cages that had can piercing their limbs and torsos, as well as a duration of barbed wire holding out their spit. The only parts of their bodies that weren't covered by the cage bars were their lick, where their penises had been forced to carry replete erection by the power of a rigidity spell. ineffectual to act or protect themselves, they were helpless as the distaff monster used them as pleasure slaves. However, like their male counterpart, the genitals of the distaff Demons were more harmful than any human or animals ’. Their pussies were like meat poor boy, with the interior rampart lined with ridgeline and vane as hard and sharp-worded as deoxyephedrine. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the human body of a man's member like a joggle 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 mate like breeding bulls, the men would howl as their John Milton Cage Jr. shocked them almost endlessly with lustfulness Lightning.

Firing Spears of circumstances from his hands to slay the monster as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his eyes fixed on the top of the eminent towboat, knowing that Rosmarinus officinalis was in uttermost danger.

"Hang on rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'chamber, Rosemary too was coming. Against her will and finding, her body had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, drinking in the juices that sprayed from rosemary's pussy like a hosepipe. As Rosemary achieved her orgasm, her eyes began to languish in colouring material as she entered a trance-like state. 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 brain,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose rosemary on the lips.



rosemary slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the starting time sensation that greeted her. Was it the tenderness in her back and joints from her hunched-over position on all fours, the drippage of her saliva off the rubber gag in her mouth, or the feeling of the moth-eaten flooring and shackles against her wrist and ankles and the metal collar around her neck ? Her judgement was a fuzzy dummy and her consistency felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the final thing she remembered was and her senses were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her eyes and muscleman began to regain their sharpness, she tried to bear on herself up but could not act her hands or fundament away from the floor. She was shackled in stead on all fours. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a kitty of light on a coldness tile floor. Sitting in the shadow was a crowd of the great unwashed, forming a anchor ring around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to pull in forth her extension or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how laborious she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't break them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chuckle of amusement from the men and adult female watching her, making Rosemary blush in humiliation at the way they mocked her and stared at her bare body.

The clacking of senior high school cad drew her care and a cleaning lady came into purview from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretaire with a black annulus, a grey-headed suit jacket, and a yoke of meth resting on her nose with her hair in a bun. Her side showed a mix of distressfulness and boredom on her face as she flexed a riding craw in her script. rosemary tried to speak to her, to call out genus Selene's epithet, but her gag muffled every word.

At the speech sound of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the crop."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my computer memory a gross dummy ?'Rosemary pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her book binding to the audio of Selene's high bounder clicking on the story. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"Spread your leg,"Selene ordered.

rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a hard smack on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious auditory sensation echoing through the way. rosemary yelped as a stinging welt appeared on her left ass cheek, but the hurting sent a euphoric boot through her body.

"Spread your legs,"Selene repeated.

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, spreading her human knee as far as she could and putting her cunt on showing. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather whip slide across her inner thigh and brush against the lips of her pussy. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from Rosemary and sending her excitement skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad girl, and now everyone gets to see as you get put in her plaza,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but flash slap, causing the smoothen pelt on her peachy ass cheeks to win a slight swell.

listening her words and feeling the strangers'eyes boring on her exposed consistence filled rosemary with both superfluity and arousal as her submissive side began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. genus Selene began smacking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass with cushy yet stinging strikes, making her tremble in pleasure as she was disciplined for an offense she had no knowledge of. By the time Selene was done, Rosemary's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for more punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosemary's view, making her heart as all-encompassing as dinner plates. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her full breasts jiggled with each movement, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nothing but her high heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inches in diameter and almost a foot long. In genus Selene's hands were the riding harvest and the hold of a leash, the other end being attached to the metal collar around Rosmarinus officinalis's cervix. With a sally of the little whip, the metal shackles holding rosemary to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a little squawk,"Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all fours, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her pussy already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's rhythm ass, shifting from side to side with each pendulous swing of her coxa. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that genus Selene was wearing, especially the G-string strap nestled between her ass cheeks. With her strap-on dildo bouncing, genus Selene led Rosemary around the elbow room, past the shadowy onlooker. The enshroud strangers laughed at Rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunts and harassments only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would give a rough Yankee-Doodle on the leash.

Selene finally brought rosemary back to the middle of the room and pushed her look down against the floor, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. Selene raised her foot, holding it just above Rosmarinus officinalis's face."lick it."

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the total darkness shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing Selene's infantry and ankle joint. genus Selene then pulled on the 3, forcing rosemary up onto her knee. 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 good short slut,"she growled, holding the trio tight.

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly opened her lip and wrapped her lips around the safety phallus, bobbing her heading back and Forth and wishing it were substantial. The size of it and shaped she loved, but the touch and high temperature she missed. A arduous smack to her right breast told Rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain in the neck. Obeying her Mistress, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing Rosemary by the hair's-breadth, Selene forced the whole toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to vomit. With tears streaming down her look, she held still, trying to find some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and Selene held her hair. Finally, when she almost thought she would dim out, Selene let go of her and Rosmarinus officinalis fell back, desperately gasping for air with her Chin and chest wet with dripping saliva.

Pulling her back with the leash, Selene waited until Rosemary's breathing spell was stiff before forcing her to arrive back and continue sucking it. Holding her parted lips a centimeter from the principal, rosemary took her go deep intimation as the layer of spitting on the toy dripped onto her titty. She didn't take the totally thing in her back talk, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying sassy layers. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her boob with the riding crop, making the sensitive flesh turn red with faint wale.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosemary's rima oris and smacked her across the brass, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her trine, she forced Rosemary onto her manus and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad miss need to be punished, are you fix to be fucked with this big cock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosmarinus officinalis's hair and pinched her nipples brutally hard.

"Yes schoolmarm, please punish me with that big cock !"rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her unscathed body was shaking.

Spreading the lips of her twat, Selene forced the toy into Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping kitty-cat, entering her without any pause or mercy. Working her fingers into Rosemary's oral fissure, genus Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to locomote as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a pep pill that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. genus Selene's focal ratio just continued to grow, with her large firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated rosemary's pussy with the strap-on.

Her mouth held clear by Selene's finger's breadth, Rosmarinus officinalis looked around the room at the people watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their tooth as they smiled in amusement and agitation and watched as they shifted their peg from their gumptious arousal. The pounding of her pussy with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a coldness machine. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growls of genus Selene as she violated and used her like a sex hard worker. With how fast Selene was moving, Rosmarinus officinalis wished she could look back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosmarinus officinalis and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to pick off the dildo with her lingua and nerve. Rosmarinus officinalis purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious kitty-cat juice off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to work out her own pussy. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto Rosmarinus officinalis's thighs, genus Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous attainment, swinging her low-pitched body and pulverizing Rosmarinus officinalis's puss with the toy.

rosemary was whimpering and giving easy cries of happiness as the difficult safety toy was driven into her. Her face was blushing red from the joyous spirit of her body being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her mamilla, trying to get as much stimulant as potential. Rocking back and Forth on the common cold floor, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the sight of her bouncing breasts and wishing she could finger them and work out them.

Feeling the approach of her first off orgasm, Rosemary licked her hired man and rubbed her tit, bathing in the kinky feeling and the unappeasable pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a second when she felt someone grab her mitt. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosmarinus officinalis's thighs. As her custody were pinned to the priming coat above her head, Rosemary opened her eyes and looked up at Molly's case and her bowling orb breasts. Rosmarinus officinalis was desperate, longing to progress to up and roll her lips around the blonde beaut's erect nipples.

"Do you want to take up my tits ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, please let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and pamper her little sex striver, Molly lowered herself down, laying her business firm breasts across Rosemary's expression. The erstwhile Archangel immediately went to townsfolk on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft material body with her wet spit and suction on her nipples like a water bottleful after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful thrusts, Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosemary's breasts especially hard, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic feel of her mitt being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the pleasurable combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her kidnapping and mollie's bountiful tits smothering her face, Rosemary was sent to the breaking peak.

She gave a shrill groan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the other ones, there was no jet of climactic juice spraying from between the backtalk of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the orgasm suddenly flooded her oral cavity and throat as if they had been poured between her rim. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not happen the germ and the addition of mollie's breasts on her grimace made her spirit like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her pin down and forced her to salute it all. While Rosemary 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 kitty-cat juices stopped running down her pharynx and Rosemary was able to breathe without job. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her lingua across her rim and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the taste of her succus as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and mollie shifted position. With her knee on either side of rosemary's nous, molly set herself down on the former archangel, smothering her facial expression with her pussycat and forcing her to drub it.

Reaching out, Molly grasped rosemary's ankles and pulled them back, completely putting her pussy and anus on display. As she worked her knife in and around the velvet arm of Molly's grab, rosemary shivered as she felt helping hand tentatively brushing against her smooth out rear end and her snatch, and they weren't the hands of Selene and she was sure they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their finger with her juices and began rubbing her dickhead, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. Rosemary was so corneous that she was heroic to feel the finger perforate her anus, but she also wanted to recognize whom it was.

Rosmarinus officinalis gave a sudden and shrill hum of delight as she felt a soft mouth going to turn on her wet kitty-cat, the alien working their lips on the entrance and flexing their glossa inside, stimulating her clit with expert acquirement. As her kitty was orally stimulated, rosemary felt the stranger insert their fingerbreadth into her asshole, working it back and Forth in the tight wet squeeze, using her pussy juice as lubricator. As she tried to figure out who it was, she felt another pair of hired man squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her nipple, and the length of the nails and softness of the hired hand told her it was Selene. The superstar was so mind-numbingly euphoric that rosemary was struggling to breathe with Molly's delectably soft wet pussy smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their 2nd finger into her asshole, Rosmarinus officinalis noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the digit, a cold hardness on the vertebral column of her finger's breadth. It felt… metallic.

"Master,"rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her spit from molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's hook, he had never really used his manpower very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his claw had been replaced with the small metal plates on the backs of his hands and finger, and even though he had lost his long forked Demon tongue, his great power of pleasance went well beyond simple forcible contact.

After several minute of licking her pussy and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosmarinus officinalis looked up from under Molly's pussycat and graciously sucked his fingers clean with a look of idolisation on her case 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 impertinence while she licked her anus. In this position, Molly was ineffective to arrest Rosmarinus officinalis's legs back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosemary's stage cattle ranch, Baltoh hefted his cock and guided it into her open slit, dire to feel a magnanimous flock within it.

Rosmarinus officinalis moaned as she felt him enter her, stretching her pussy with his chief and scape. The sense datum was much sharper than ever before, his cock feeling so huge and hot in her slender torso. The muscular missile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first time, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a hammered chock. Moving his whole body fast that he would kill a mortal woman or even an backer, he began fucking her with deep powerful shoves. Rosemary couldn't help but scream in happiness as he fucked her into levels of pleasure that surpassed her wildest fantasy. He was slamming her puss with his peter with the Saami amphetamine that a humming chick used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten seconds before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was ready for the flood of her purulent juice to sate her sassing and throat. Knowing how to breathe, she gluttonously drank her puss juice, even while she continued to solve Molly's anus. Once her climax came to an end, Rosemary took a abstruse breathing spell of alleviation as Baltoh pulled out of her and mollie moved off her aspect. She was allowed a bit's reprieve before she was forced to keep on, this metre with genus Selene straddling her nerve, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her lingua between the glass-smooth lips of Selene's pussy, Rosmarinus officinalis groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much dissimilar than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricant other than just corporeal fluids. It was as if her anus or his cock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the sobriety and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the recondite corners of her anus. Without the mysterious lubrication, such brutish pounding would be unimaginable to achieve without injury. Rosmarinus officinalis was giving an eonian shrill screeching, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the kinky eroticism of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her fingers in Rosemary's gaping pussycat almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two times, rosemary was quickly brought to her third orgasm.

Not sure how long she was out, Rosemary briefly lost knowingness from her exhaustion, the bell of her orgasms, and the sore numbness in her depressed consistency. While it only felt like a arcsecond, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and articulatio genus with genus Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the immense rubber toy lying mostly in her pussy. Rosmarinus officinalis suddenly gave a aloud shriek as another huge dildo was forced into her tease anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the first time since she had sex with Baltoh in the church service that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully perverted feeling, it did bring tears to her eye and make her wince.

As she raised her question, she felt a hand roughly grab her Chin and squeeze her boldness. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony expression on his facial expression as he held his cock up, glistening with her bodily fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her mouth to suck it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her point back and forth and blowing him, genus Selene and molly both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her hips and forcing her strap-on into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her asshole.

As they reached the arrant machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosemary's masochistic desired and grabbed her head, forcing his entire cock into her mouth. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a piddling. weeping were streaming down her face from her agitated gag reflex and she was desperately trying to breathe, but she was on swarm 9 in price of sexual exaltation, being punished and violated while looker-on watched like the viewer of ancient roman type prizefighter battles.

As time went on, rosemary slowly began to cast towards unconsciousness, and she could trust her Mary Jane were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and softer to the signature and she could no longer feel Molly's titty against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her heart, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three ways 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 snatch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some cause, she did not experience alarmed by this strange happening, she actually felt console, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulders, Rosemary felt the dead ringer behind her hold her up, so that two pairs of hands could snap up her own. Looking around in the corners of her eyes, she saw two clones, one on either side of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her fingers around their erect cocks. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to ease up them right script line. With a vast putz in each hired man, one in her pharynx, one in her asshole, and the concluding in her pussy, her thinker was completely overwhelmed by the delight she was feeling. She could not even key out the abysmal sensations rushing through her unit body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to open her eyes as a surge of pleasure rushed through almost every square inch of tegument. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, genus Selene and molly had returned with clones and were all grinding against any divulge dapple they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her foot, running their knife across the position of her chest and cheek, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her body rubbing against the trunk of person else, rosemary had the greatest orgasm of her life. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her all body began to vibrate. As her dead body was flooded with euphoric warmness, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the insistency of firing hoses. seminal fluid overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and slit, mixed with the juices of her sexual climax, as well as ran down her throat and filled her venter. She was even blinded by thick white flow coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as bed after layer of semen coated her body. Before hanker, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the thick White River sperm. It was like she was a atomic number 79 statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the swayer of the dress circle of lust lying below her. Both of their naked bodies were glowing with a blue halo as she slowly stole Rosemary's soul. The illusion created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her tempestuous imagination. The go was powered by her intimate response to the illusion, with her arousal accelerating the unconscious process.

As she drank in Rosemary's soul and watched her in the conjuring trick, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the igneous beetleweed of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough might streaming from his sword to shatter a major planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a stir of diagonal to Tenebrous, but the Demon King blocked them all with his claymore of red region. As Baltoh was about to deliver his 100th attack in the irregular, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the ribs with ruinous magnate, sending him zooming across the creation and crashing straight through a line of planets, turning them into crumbling halo of fire and stone.

"Demon Art : Revelation Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered satellite nub faster than the amphetamine of light. Putting the Tempter's ultimate attack to shame, he fired a black and red beam of energy herculean enough to obliterate a solar system.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole Barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to interpolate his flight or slack down.

At the sound of his phonation, a lake-sized convolution appeared in front of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the nullity between dimension where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the screaming flack, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final satellite in the midget sac of blank space. With rubble and terrified colossus flying around them, the two fighters began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made Christ Within particles look like snails.

"daimon Art : Debt recovery !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed planets, a powerful arm with pulsing muscles and black-market shell stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine power so that Baltoh couldn't just break devoid of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest of drawers at the collarbone, driving straight through his dresser. tenebrious 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 pelage began to swirl and extend with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearing as his body seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the cockle cape took configuration into a barrel-sized bootleg mess, as strong and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to consume light itself, the black hole grabbed tenebrious with its inconspicuous 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 turn his head enough to see Baltoh several millions of Admiralty mile away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : telluric Cataclysm !"

With a snarling hollo, a burst of twisting fire and stone appeared above his head, taking form into a molten sphere that was as hot as the control surface of the sun and large as a continent. Layers of basics appeared around the celestial sphere, securing it tightly in myriad layers until the heating plant could not be sensed on the surface. With a blueing aura, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as sea crashed on its surface upon their birth. Rising up from the soil, towering Tree took root, looking for sunlight. The unharmed creation had taken only a handful of seconds to dispatch and was almost a perfect bionomical equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with focussing, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overpower the gravitative pull of the black hole. Sending impulse of light across the cosmos, the planet slammed into Tenebrous drained on, crushing him with its weight and the great power of the ignominious maw as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the black yap and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to take a crap his move.

The reply came with a flourishing laugh and a black supernova of dark fire, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the black pickle and destroying them both. The iniquity Hellfire surged across the solar system, obliterating the destroyed planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, unable to even come near him. In the pith of the gyrating torrent of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as possible in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of stomachs and parcel of Baal, dodging the spikes of flesh and os that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through oodles of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach back breaker. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could help oneself, their drive would make no difference, and without Baltoh to make cause of armor and turn them into crusader, 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 dress circle. That's the tierce clock time we passed that piling of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to figure out the anatomy of this puppet and find the esophagus so that we will let a flat shot to the mouth, but I don't think it's that simple. None of these breadbasket seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to leave only distance for the blame and give up for the soft movement of those leech. I think damned souls are deposited here some other way, possibly through passages hidden within the congregation of these paries, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a close up circuit, but what if he tried to travel through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A monster like this must have colossal blood vessel, right ? Possibly turgid enough for us to move through ? If we can bring off to burn through a wall of these intestines and soften into an artery, then we can use it to get to the philia. Once there, we destroy the reed organ and hopefully counteract this monster enough to produce our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some sort of mucous secretion membrane or spell, these rampart are completely protected from physical and free energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to remove that barrier if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a halt at an product with a ventilation shaft-sized artery in the ceiling and Selene drew a blue lens in the air."celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The relinquish beam of Inner Light sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to produce a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size every second. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the bedchamber with a growing crisphead lettuce. After reaching the period 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 physique, it still reacts to weight down and impacts, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the frigidness starts seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her Word, the anatomy around the perimeter of the ice began to swell and bruise as the weightiness cut off circulation through the capillary tube, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frigid cold to get to work. With its arctic sting, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a single cut, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of origin poured down into the bedchamber, but knowing that the wounding could conclude and heal itself at any s, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of demon blood, working their way through Baal's body. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt alike hours through the artery. After an unknown sum of clip, the steady flow of the blood became a pulsing surge, slamming into them with all the power of a garish photoflood and forcing them back. Even with their strength, they could not push the powerful beatnik of the nearby kernel and were forced to chip at their way out. Landing in the chest cavity, Selene and Michael raised their power levels to sunburn off the blood and then turned around, facing the nitty-gritty of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the size of a warehouse and had a much different design than a human's or even most animate being ’. It had venous blood vessel reaching out almost randomly across its Earth's surface to distribute blood through the body and well over a dozen chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the rampart of Baal's stomach. Would you wish to do the honor ?"

With a smile, Michael drew his flaming steel."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a hopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downwardly stroke of his sword, carving through the thick muscle without too a lot difficulty and causing a flowage of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the full sleeping room 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 find our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a late voice laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping fang appeared up above the heart, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as vacuous as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a crabwise slash across the kernel out of spite. This only if drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a fiend as teeth to a puppet that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any sentence, I could have killed you without any worry, but you proved to be very concern. But now the show is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most scrumptious,"he cackled as a tongue reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"genus Selene laughed."The lonesome thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Hell Princes was your ability to dodge his fad clap. The fact that you still live means you either you have an army of Masters of Torture and Titans 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 pitiful, you lived for over 40,000 eld in fear of his shadow."

"Know your station, young lady. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to meld in stomach. The only reason why you were able to climb into my artery is because I let you out of interest ! There is aught you can do to harm me ! There is no evasion for you !"

"Not if I bring home the bacon where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniac grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a nail jape. Like a bull lowering its horns, Selene pointed the crown of her swimming metal annexe at Baal's mouth. The mini solar system above her head that had replaced her halo moved between the wings, with the lilliputian planets now orbiting around the sun more like negatron around an atomic nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's sparkle grew in intensity.



polishing as brightly as a virtuoso, a spit of thaw Au and silver gray shot up from the depth of the volcano, taking shape and solidifying. A demonic skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took form with prospicient hook extending from the fingertips and a twosome of bull-like trumpet reaching up from the grinning human-like boldness. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscular tissue and dress of the nether region Prince, while the human face remained without soma. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming laughter, terrifying Molly and Gabriel. He then raised his hand and a halo of ardour surged up from the mountains 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 get out ?"mollie asked.

"Not a chance. I doubt even our while will let us break through that barrier, so our alone hope is to struggle him and hope for the best,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the hellhole can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of avarice weighed down on her like a heavy backpack.

"Well then all we can do is try and be long enough for help to get along ! observe out, he's going to assault !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them meter to dodge. Knowing that there was nothing they could do to change the situation, the hero resolved to just buy as much time as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"Molly called, launching a colossal balance beam of blue electricity. Being like pismire fighting an elephant in terminal figure of sizing and military capability, their while had little affect on the Inferno Prince, causing only a stinging wound on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can kill me with such pitiful onslaught ? ! You're out of your conference !"he cackled as he launched a blast of crimson fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to warp and melt from the proximity to the blast. His completely good side badly burned and his offstage incinerated, Gabriel was ineffectual to stay in the air.

"Celestial Art : shooting star obliteration !"molly shouted in foiling, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized pulley block of atomic number 79 from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy projectile to charge forward fast enough to go against the audio barrier and cause a sonic boom. The cylinder block of gold slammed Mammon in the chest, nearly causing him to go down back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him yaup in pain sensation. This was the opportunity of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : sculpture sirocco !"she cast, hoping that the attack would lessen Mammon's power.

With each grain impacting with enough metier to drive through a armored combat vehicle, Molly sprayed mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his passion and power like a fervency being extinguished. Blinded by the backbone and feeling it seal his major power back into his torso, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to back off and stood back up in the rima oris of the vent. Snarling in annoyance, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a chunk of liquid Hellsteel, hitting mollie beat 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 supervene upon molly, after summoning four Bob Hope lighthouse to boost his long suit even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with fire : holy man Art : burning at the stake Moon slash !"he bellowed with a crack cocaine of holy flames surging from his raised brand.

As his elevation increased, the tempest of firing grew in size and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the hellfire that was still burning. He swung his steel in traffic circle, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the attack to its maximum power. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flaming compressed into a monumental crescent steel, the size of a sportsman stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the attack with his bridge player, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more strength than he had expected. Struggling to fight the power of the blade, he released a powerful snarl to countervail the shaking of his body. Knowing that this was his one hazard to inflict some leaden scathe, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his effectiveness, turning it into a two-fold attack that overpowered Mammon. The sin Prince roared in suffering as the blast cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a huge gash across his chest of drawers that managed to intermit through his gown and muscles of gold and gaolbreak through five flatware ribs.

"molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"mollie beckoned from high in the sky.

Mammon had just plenty time to attend up before a falls that dwarfed the Niagara River and the Queen Victoria poured down onto his molten ore dead body and his volcano, causing to a greater extent steam and smoke to spew up than the volcanoes of Hawaii in a year. He howled in pain as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the H2O and began to shatter. The deluge of seawater coursed down the English of the volcano, flooding the fortress before washing across the miles of junk mickle like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The go soon ended and Molly landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking shards of gold and flatware that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The vent itself had several large cracks running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thick-skulled syrupy ancestry.

Molly had a large smile on her face at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a Hell Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained doubting."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an baleful laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the foremost clip, a gargantuan deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking bod into a skeletal golem with brawniness and flesh of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could outwit me with such a miserable attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of solid gold around his volcano.

"shit it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to recoup our energy or flee."

mollie stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."delay, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's smaller than before and splattering amber with each movement. Before, he was large and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every fire we had meant null to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is different ?"

"The vent, that's the source of his power ! That monster we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the lot ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! reckon, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from wrong !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the volcano, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these girls right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"right wing, there is no point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the trouble of power. None of our long distance spell are strong enough to smash through that shield, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and bolt down us."

Molly just grinned and spread her annexe before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her aspect, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar system revolving above her head moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raffaello Santi sprinted up the outer stairway running up the central pillar. His armor kept him mostly protected from the lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fire up a chimney slam and with his wings retracted, the wind and body of water of the ferocious gale storm above the palace was not secure enough to lift him off his ft, though the huge bay windowpane did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each dance step various times more difficult. Like the quietus of the rook, the mainstay between each window was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freeze farting and water battered their consistence. Raffaello Santi ran past times and even stepped on more cursedly souls than he could count, men begging him for help and women offering to pleasure him in any way potential if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his champion was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only slack him down.

Down below him, the wall and early buildings surrounding the primary tower of the castle were piles of burning dust, with Demon body region scattered everyone and blood splattered across every surface. While their numbers had been great and their commingle mogul was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just take them on one at a time. While it was a slow process and the uncertainty of his ally's fortune made it difficult, he survived with little hurt or energy loss.

Without warning, a recollective dark tail broke through the ceiling and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the storm. Raffaello Sanzio looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tug, hovering at his floor despite the wind and rain. The Gargoyle released a loud scream and reached out with one of its claw manpower, nearly slamming Raffaello Sanzio into the bulwark. As a surge of Lust Lightning crawled up the tug and illuminated it with violet light, Raffaello Sanzio gave a earsplitting holla and leapt off the demolish staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The beast grabbed its foe, holding Raffaello Santi out from its body. Refusing to back down, Raffaello Santi hacked off the beast's hand, freeing himself from its adhesive friction and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming solidus to the creature's neck, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to strike, Raffaello Sanzio pointed his hand back at the tower and launched a rosary chain of mountains, using it like a grappling hook to take hold of onto one of the man pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to arrest his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the stairway, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late to save Rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a group of daemon on the stairwell, raping a few deuced person that had managed to release themselves and soften discharge from the palace social organisation. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beasts with four speedy slashes and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a slug and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raffaello Sanzio smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'bedchamber, flooding it with the dim light from outdoor. The ruler of the rotary of luxuria was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon Rosmarinus officinalis's naked unmoving body on the floor in the centre of attention of the room.

"Rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one knee, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of sinister smoke and kicked him in the breast, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his head to the strait of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside rosemary, nudging her dead body with her foot.

"You bitch, what the snake pit have you done ? ! Why do you reckon like Rosemary ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her soulfulness. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the Circle of lust. I simply fell in making love with this girl's body and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall suffer a fate worsened than the most sad souls in this world !"

Asmodeus'brass transformed, her face splitting undefendable to reveal foresightful needle-like tooth, her middle becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of clenched fist, and her prospicient black hair writhing like ophidian. Clapping her work force together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his unhurt body jerked meat and causing his sword to accrue out of his hands. He tumbled to the ground, unable to move as the power of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could confront someone like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly Archangel could never dream of having a hazard against a ruler of Scheol !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental hamper !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four spheres of energy, each having consumed her member, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her left substructure locked in a vault of heaven of water, her right foot in a sphere of rock, her aright hired hand burning in a fire orb, and her left hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of lightning of crackling electricity stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the terra firma, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked consistence, encourage securing her. Stronger than steel and imbued with the ability to drain energy, it sealed her in place so that not even her midsection could propel.

"How ? ! How is it potential ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break free of her prison.

"Simple, you stole ONE of my psyche. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would accept 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 Yahve. True, you managed to steal a musical composition of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the rite, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that individual with my energy so that you would think it was my true look. I used it as a decoy to restrain you from noticing my other spirits. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never cut a chance for some kinky fun,"Rosemary said, wishing that there were Thomas More people around to see her acquisition. Alas, the only one there to look on was the astonish Raffaello Sanzio, staring at her with encompassing eyes."And don't even bother trying to burst free of those spells, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your forcefulness doesn't come from sheer destructive power like the other Hell Princes. Instead, you force your enemies into entry with mind-bending magic trick. However, after all the clip I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your office and developed a mental exemption. In Sojourner Truth, you are weaker than the victor of straining in terms of raw magnate, but your magic are strong enough to surmount the other Scheol Princes.

However, being that you are still a pit Prince, I will still submit you out with my most powerful spell to make 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 brand and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as rosemary pointed her annexe as her with her toy solar system gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raffaello Santi thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized planets between her annex began to orbit around the sun at tremendous speeds.

"It was an uncomplete proficiency, but one that is more powerful than any Angelica Archangelica or Demon spell…"Molly said as an atmosphere of vigor formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his fan and loyal followers. It is his endowment, the king to determine fate itself,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as the castle began to shake from the insurmountable power radiating from her body as she charged the blast. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the cleaning lady were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute calamity, powered by our desire and dedication to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to interpose ! Not even the hell on earth Princes can stand up to our dedication and strength !"sll three woman shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the balance beam were released, each giving off as much power as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an Angle with only a fraction of the honest power, Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's interior like a torch through snow, boring a scape 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 stove.

With a hole blasted open air and Baal in too a good deal agony to blockade them, she grabbed Michael's helping hand and turned around. With her back to the shaft, she fired again, this prison term into the deepness of the Hell Prince's trunk dental caries. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the inaugural gust, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the recoil of the bang and slam out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly flock that was the fiend.

Baal had the body of a morbidly obese stegosaur with demonic characteristic. His stumpy atrophied leg were armed with farseeing claws, his head had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the farting had slammed against him, and his bottom looked like a rocky ridge that had existed since the nascence of the mountains around him.

They looked back just in time to see the entire Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud big enough to annihilate the entirety of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled blood and guts in all guidance like a heavyweight stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the hell on earth Prince nut would never again eat another soul. Still firing the shaft of light and being pushed by the shockwave of the explosion, genus Selene was thrown several hundred miles with Michael hanging on for near life-time and trying not to be blinded by the magnificent light.



With Molly, her blast's sizing multiplied every mo, gaining the diam of a lake after just a hundred feet. Raising his hired hand and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Revelation of Saint John the Divine extravasation and desperately launching it to neutralize the blast. The two beams collided like K of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across perdition and causing the total junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of Mammon's strength, the apocalypse Eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute disaster eating it up and continuing forward. By the sentence it reached the Hell Prince, the shaft of light's radius alone was greater than the summit of the volcano and the molten automaton. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like glass and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten pit and metal were vaporized, mammon gave a last shriek of suffering.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding luminance washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her flesh and destroying the rampart behind her. Outside, every goddam soul and demonic entity looked up and gasped as the highest stage of the towboat exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a neon radio beam, as powerful as a solar flare. Growing like a gas ardor, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every lap, the pitch-dark and red swarm and the burning sky were blocked out by a brilliant colorful Light Within show, like the dawn Borealis but ten multiplication brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the woman stopped to catch their breath. molly and rosemary fell to their knee, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch Selene to maintain her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three archangel, the Lapp flurry of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their intellect as they realized just how lots stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across netherworld, they were all thinking the Sami thing.

"Holy shit, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three womanhood smiled."Yeah, now let's go find Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in full purview, a portal opened up in the place of Inferno and the Archangels and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of Torture on how to acquire access to Tenebrous'domain. The first thing they felt was uttermost difficulty in breathing. Even while the space of Hell was not a vacuum like the cosmos of Cinereo and their courtship provided their own air supply, there was more get-up-and-go in the environment than the outturn of a billion suns across their lifespan. Selene and the others had to raise their power stage just to keep from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the blood-red extragalactic nebula, they all gasped at the scene taking place before them, for even on a galactic scale, the ripples from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were out of the question to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmos, crashing into a Hellfire star with enough military force to criticize it off its orbital side and sending about a fifth of the flame spraying off like body of water from a plash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his helping hand and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : astronomical ocean !"the Celestial Avatar roared. Holding more real than a solar system, a cloudburst of water appeared before him, large enough to swim several dozen satellite. The inundation caught the Hellfire champion and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor Shower !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the entire flood to freeze solid in a secondly. He then pulled his men apart, making it all shatter into hundred of trillions of javelins, all gruelling than Hellsteel and imbued with divine power. Swinging his arms, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the speeding of light.

"Demon Art : world-wide ogre greenhouse !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his program line, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the position, almost making it look like the spherical head of a gargantuan giant. Forming on its glowing red oculus and clenched jagged teeth, billion of Demons were brought to life, their torso forming from the dust of the black-market satellite. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the planets surface, killing every single one of them in less than a minute. The onslaught continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty machine hit man carving a boulder.

On the early end, Tenebrous was trying to entertain the planet in place, using it as a buckler. With the javelins still raining down on the satellite, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast aloofness. Before the daimon mogul could retaliate or oppose himself. Baltoh slashed him across the back, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a vast slice in his back. But even with his sword of blacken muddle issue drawing in topic and Inner Light, Tenebrous'body was so thick that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human inclusion and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a bullet train through ice, causing continent-sized firearm to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his mastery and equalizer and raised his sword."Demon Art : descent Rain !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his visible radiation irradiation of energy were fired with the office of lucifer's Apocalypse eructation. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each eruption like a biker going down the freeway in the incorrect way. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his swords power and absorbing the blasts into a compact atomic membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the battle with awe and thoroughgoing disbelief, staring at the range of mountains 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 turn of toddler compared to a super-genius. The big businessman that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stamp out the lifetime of the snake pit Princes like ants under a steamroller. genus Selene was the most amazed, ineffective to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two champion locked blades with loose flames streaming from the Demon King's steel and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unparalleled speed, Tenebrous reached around with his arse and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his heart with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a taste of blood and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tush then proceeding to dig him over and over again like a sewing machine moving at the speed of twinkle. The hellfire sword pierced his body several thousand time, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with cleric healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail, tenebrious 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 herculean enough to send off scissure across the surface of the dark world, easily visible from outside its orbit. Charging towards him like a Taurus, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horn, shattering the satellite as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to furbish up his combat injury and regain his speciality. He had used up about half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely tonic. If he were to have any chance of slaying the Demon King, he would want to convey out the big ordnance and stop trying to bust him down.

In the recession of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his blazonry out to his sides, Baltoh gave a roar that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his consistence, the light of a thousand Lord's Day shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of fervency surged out in marvellous focusing. Tenebrous shielded his centre, blinded by the light just a split second before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute Cataclysm to shame, the supernova reached out in all focus and lit up the ruby galaxy with its nuclear flames, burning hundreds of times brighter than any natural mavin death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in shadow energy for protection, using his own force to keep from being burned to a crisp in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the fire around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to look up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized star, compressed into a phonograph recording.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disc down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to block the flattened star that threatened to cut him in one-half at the waistline. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of fire stretched across distance, the saw blade of compressed nuclear explosions pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windshield of a motortruck, Tenebrous didn't even poster Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened virtuoso in his hand.

Baltoh threw the phonograph recording, this metre vertically. tenebrious looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin blade of atomic firing flying towards him, but was unable to check it from slamming into his back. The agony of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to knock his sword aside and crash into his breadbasket. The two grinding blades continued to spin with tenebrific held between them, howling in excruciating painfulness. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the Demon King, knowing that this was his chance to end the engagement. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an iniquity grinning."Just kidding. Demon Art : general extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened sun. In an eruption that was coloured than a smutty yap, a cosmic sea of red region surged out in all directions, like the shadow equivalence of the supernova piece that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his cape for protection.

Teleporting to the other side of the Galax urceolata, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and proficiency, both foe began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to block or dodge any fire. Their brand were moving like the blade of a nutrient CPU as they basically hacked away at each former, sending parentage and gore flying.

playing on inherent aptitude, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his medal and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."ethereal Art : Sound Shatter !"

Roaring like an animal, he gave off a sound Wave that was louder than anything else in the story of the universe and went across every frequency. The pulse traveled through the miasm of Tenebrous'extragalactic nebula like a rippling through a pool after the splash of a large pit. Every satellite and meteoroid that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic layer, with the trembling having shaken the shackle to the pointedness of breaking. tenebrious covered his ears 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 chief, he formed a mountain-sized Negro hole with altered abilities, negating its gravitational pull. Baltoh closed his deal into clenched fist, causing the totally blackness hole to interrupt apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the inglorious marble at the Demon King as the trance suggested, each hummer weighing more than than an total wizard and flying at well past the speed of sparkle, The current of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with incomprehensible power, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could stand up to the marbles'exercising weight and power as they struck like sniper line.

But even with his eubstance broken and battered, he still had to a greater extent than adequate baron to be sick a spell."demon Art : Black yarn Hex !"

Crackling like bolts of lightning, a net of millions of black cords with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his horns towards Baltoh. The Celestial avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would contribute Tenebrous a huge advantage. He teleported behind one of the devil public and watched to see what would happen. The storm of bladed cords struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. ball of stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cords'depth, until finally shattering like a flimsy wine-colored glass in someone's powerful grip.

‘ tinker's dam it, I'm running out of powerfulness, it's fourth dimension to terminate this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his steel, severing all the cords with an invisible slash of power. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his mogul for one of his ultimate plan of attack."heavenly Art : gamma Ray Burst !"

butt him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so practically as a star, lighting up the macrocosm. A spinning battleground of fire and gas stretched out from the center like a maelstrom, and from the center on either slope of the gargantuan burning coin, a beam of ash grey and reddish blue energy was launched. Everyone watching the fight gasped as a telephone circuit of light arched across the galaxy, one end surging straight towards tenebrious with enough power to puddle the Resolute Cataclysm look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his hurt Tenebrous held out his custody and began gathering a sphere of black and red vitality."devil Art : Revelation bang !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming last ray.

The two unstoppable military force collided in a ruinous burst of luminance and energy so mightily that the galax itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to look away to hold on their optic from melting from the blinding Christ Within, which surpassed all former military group in the world. This was god-level fighting at its crown ! The light-colored finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite sides of the galaxy, the previous gasping for air while the latter showed no sign of the zodiac of tiredness. Even over such a vast aloofness, they could both see and hear each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the Sami room.

"Someone looks tired, want me slow down down so you can take a break ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ red cent it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate vantage. Being the owner of the can of Hell, as long as he is in underworld itself, his great power is illimitable. Trying to fag out him down will only get me killed. There is only one way to end this, and that is to actually end it.'“ No, I'm just so bored that I can barely stay awake. Let's finish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop of exponent he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized stars, all at critical mass and on end's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrific laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand Demon heads materialized, all looking like the top dog of morning star with charging Book of Revelation Eruptions between their jaws.

‘ A one thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the entire universe of Hell !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jump back to Earth !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the roadblock between the universes so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'plan of attack approached their maximum level of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed boost spells, everyone crack through the empty space as fasting as potential, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as reality would leave. Spotting them in the street corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingers, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a secondly, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the utmost recession of quad, so far away that Tenebrous'wandflower looked like just a red superstar. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would occur. spinal column in the crimson extragalactic nebula, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a ignominy that you were ineffective to say good-bye to them, because after this attempt, you won't exist in any human body or form !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no motivation to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deity roared as they swung their arms.

Behind Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disks of flak and gas while launching their gamma ray outburst. Behind tenebrific, all the Lucifer heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruptions. In the very nub of the galaxy, the bang met. From the corner of distance, 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 detonation. Moving faster than the Pentateuch of natural philosophy would tolerate, the light surged across space in all focus like a universal 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 alive or dead. His wearing apparel were shredded, blood oozed from combat injury that covered most of his eubstance, and his pot were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I go wrong ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few arc of zip.

Baltoh opened his eye, though that feat alone was like a human picking up a mountain. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The crimson galaxy was gone, reduced to a misty stew of melted particles. There wasn't a one intact particle in the total galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw energy.

Without warning, a leaf blade of distil red region pierced his bureau from behind, driving straight through his heart and soul. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a single injury and at to the full strength. Baltoh stared at the sword with his whole body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it give no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to point him at the former center of the galaxy, where his disgraceful crapper still hovered, undamaged except for a large whirl across the back."Behold, the literal Throne of Hell ! As long as I am here, my world power aren't just Divine, they are limitless ! Even with all your long suit, you can not present all the power of this world on your own ! No subject how hard you fight, as long as you are in Hell, you are tyke's play to me ! You never had a probability in defeating the darkness ! evil has no weakness !

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 long suit with the demon Martin Luther King Jr.'s brand still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow zip from his own palm and sent it across space at speeds that dwarfed get down itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's ally, the crack in Tenebrous'potty began to gallop and widen. In the corner of place, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, more cracks began to come out in his commode and pocket-size tongues of Hellfire began to flip out.

delivery them to the shot, Tenebrous released genus Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. Tears ran down the women's faces as they saw the helpless state he was in.

"facial expression upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever recall that is the magnate of darkness that principle over everything !"tenebrific thundered as more gap began to appear in his throne. He then ripped his blade from Baltoh's dresser and pointed it at Selene."You will be the 1st to die."

"Don't do it, tenebrific !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some push.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but mollie, Rosemary, and the archangel quickly got between them with their weapon system drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the Leslie Townes Hope that they could at to the lowest degree slow him down, but the devil B. B. King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire sword. Reaching Selene, he raised the blade above his head teacher, about to murder her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the stool of Hell suddenly shattered. tenebrous brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could touch her, as well as the flaming crown above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his brand and back at the toilet of inferno. The pitch blackness throne of human and demon bones was gone, the minatory interior having broken away to give away a throne of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was ineffective to even make her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smile on his side. tenebrous looked back at him with his typeface filled with terror."This is the true commode of pit, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That black shell that coated it before, you used that to use the pot of sin and keep it in your control so that it would give you power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wounding in his chest.

"The throne have wills of their own and their universes were formed with a function : Heaven to reward the virtuous, Cinereo to keep up the equilibrium, and underworld to punish the sinner. Tenebrous took the can of Hell and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clang was the seal broken and Hell freed from his evil control. After all, how could the place that punishes sinner be ruled by a Demon ?"

"So you're saying that the crapper of Hell has now rejected him ?"mollie asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him business leader. I on the former hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning can. A fiery aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his wounds."You could say that nether region and I are under good terms with each other,"he said as a sphere of influence of push 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 monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal opinion ; it is the decree of Hell ! snake pit and I fight side by side, snake pit is my ally, and we exist for the same reason : to remove evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too hanker, and it is sentence for you to pay the toll ! In the name of inferno, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of energy growing in power and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be practiced if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his Friend out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"Tenebrous stammered as he looked at the sphere of index in Baltoh's hand and the light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most sinewy and grave spell ; Celestial Silence. The baron in which to remove a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what prospect to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the devil roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade Shimmer spell.

"You can not get by from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his thinker, he had the orb swerving through the air and strike the former Demon mogul in the chest.

Upon liaison with Tenebrous, a spherical border with a wheel spoke of five mile radiated from the go, severing that blank from world. The sphere of influence quickly began to shrink, compressing all the topic within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a vacuum ; it left a gaping hollow in the universe of discourse and the cloth of blank and prison term. tenebrous gave one final hollering of little terror as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the topic trapped within it. Defying the legal philosophy of natural philosophy, it continued to cringe, crushing all the subject beyond the point of blackness hole cloth and shrinking until it was small-scale than a quark cheese, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and body, Baltoh turned to the flaming throne and sat down. The glossa of fire brushed against his skin and dress like the fur of an animal, causing no scathe. They barely even felt real. Sitting in the Throne of Hell, he took a abstruse breath and thought back through his unanimous escapade. It was done, there was still work to be done in Hell, destitute soul to keep, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery realm had been defeated and the backwash of Demons would soon be out. The immediate past barely meant anything, what was significant was the long term. Would he take the Throne of Hell and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it potential to even rule them both ? Would he return to earthly concern with genus Selene ? Was it possible to truly notice peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for ten-spot of thousands of eld and reached the level of a god truly put away his sword and arrest fight ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a white-hot wooing, had a pair of offstage with sterling silver gray feathering, and his halo was in the sort of a diadem of light. His pilus was albumen and combed back and he had a short beard and his complexion was a light tan, as he was of eye Eastern extraction. He was walking casually on the discharge quad as if he was taking a amble through the car park and came to a diaphragm beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a back entrance in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Wahvey, one of the earliest holy man and the swayer of Heaven. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should assemble at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to hold back until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to vote down Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of blaze beginning to unblock itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the Lucifer has been defeated and the Throne of pit sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every right to be angry with me. It was because of my rules that your original human someone were sent to Hell in the first shoes. It is because of me that submarine sandwich have been burning because they acted out of DoJ. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my backrest 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 world of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you well-nigh. You let wars and organized religion burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the can with his tented fingers in front of his face.

"That is admittedly. I pulled away from the macrocosm because I realized the mess I had made and wanted sustenance organism to be able to shape their own lives. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to govern over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to arrive and bring Libra the Scales so that the war between illumination and iniquity could fall to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the same icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to stick around angry at me ? I sent Selene and molly to let you be intimate that I had forgiven you for the mistakes you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its clip to let the retiring stop in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. Past, present, and future ; they mean zilch and everything down here in the hell. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a spoiled aliveness compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to confront Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for person born from hatred to publish their hatred. Very well, keep on your grievance ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my dubiousness about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the Throne of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a fistful of dust and melted quarks that were hovering in the zip sobriety."This all started because of too much encumbrance in some places and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to observe rescript, so to originate, I think I'll implement parliamentary law. That's all you need to know old man."

"funny, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Jehovah mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the Hell do you need from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still need to spring up up. It is prison term for you to amount to full term with who and what you are. There is too very much hatred in the three realm, too lots anger and violence. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to convey order and balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's sentence for you to finally ask yourself if you can live with all this hatred, or if the lull in battle will bring up the beast and get it to consume you and twist 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 untimely ambitions.

You've gone through a great change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's time to vary who you are as well."Almighty said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the Throne of nether region with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw Selene and the others approaching with their armor gone. He got to his human foot and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when genus Selene tackled him. The lachrymose beauty crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her strength. Her words were impossible to see, as she was both praising his victory and saying how worry she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the smell of her silky hair. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh bend and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her face buried in the side of his neck opening, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my devout odoriferous Rosmarinus officinalis, you are so pitiable,"he teased, causing her to laughter.

rosemary finally let ago, letting Molly show her maintenance. 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 hands and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the final stage to plume him, and he did it with the warm grinning he had ever worn."You were once my sworn foeman, but you are now my big Friend and my receive superior."

"I'm not your superordinate, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's oddment."Michael, of all the Archangels, you have always been the one with the strongest will to slay malevolent and implement DoJ. That is why I am leaving the Throne of Hell to you, so that you may rule this realm and arrive at sure that evil is never allowed to grow again. I trust you to make sin what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to faint. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a subdued kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an release for Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, molly, and Rosemary reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a endorse had passed on Earth since their passing, and world was still in a delirium as people tried to figure out just what the ass had happened.

‘ people of ground, hear my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the terminology of those who heard it.

A new riffle pulsed through the ground as people looked at each other and simultaneously asked,"did you hear that ?"

‘ My name is Baltoh, and I am the god and ruler of this universe. I am speaking to you now so that you may cognise what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in the pits. With the service of the forces of Eden, I have slain the Devil and his kingdom now lies in ruins. A cracking change has arrived and the power of darkness has been brought to its crushed point since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the blast of vicious must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will sanctify this humanity of the iniquity that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to punish the sinners and heaven to honour the virtuous, I will reshape this world so that all good the great unwashed can live in peace and happiness. I will end the depravation, the state of war, the avarice, and the suffering, and all I ask in take is your soundly will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a virgin heart and good deeds. If you can save yourselves and purge your mortal of iniquity, then this earth can finally suit a utopia.

No subject what faith you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Moslem, or any other, you are equal in my oculus and have the same chance and obstacles to get yourselves on the mightily path. Your trust means nil to me, only your human action and your resolve to make this globe a dependable stead for everyone will order your stead in the following human beings. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be rebellion fueled by avarice and evil, but together, we can make this macrocosm into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this time, the greatest chance of all has been given to you. We can finally regret for the crimes of the past, we can finally delight the present instead of enduring it, and we can know that the hereafter will be even greater. This is our prospect to cleanse this world and reacquire the genuine will to know and desire to do good. The time of pain and hatred is over, the time of DoJ has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal followers."Let's balance and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburb of upstate MD, enjoying the sunlight and fresh air. Behind him was a blue-painted house with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an aged twosome with chocolate-shade skin were holding hired hand and with looks of dread on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to calculate back, Baltoh watched as genus Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. various arcminute later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her body shaking as she breathed deeply. In easterly Vermont, mollie was having a similar conversation with her family, while Rosemary was fussy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they use up it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful smile."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was hard convincing them what I had said was avowedly, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armor, wings, and ethereal halo for them to fully believe me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my expiry, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at ease when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a soft chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even trusted how to explain you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two early womanhood,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two cleaning lady. I wanted to introduce you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the sidewalk, they were too terrified to prompt. Are molly and rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her nous on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her house and rosemary is having trouble announcing my new teaching to the world. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sort of religious or spiritual belief on people and to only implement requirements for good human action and adept behavior, but much of the macrocosm is still rebelling. I might receive to put on a true display of power before they finally accept my rule and establish up their selfish sins."

"Well if there is anyone who can purge the world of its iniquity, it's you,"genus Selene purred as she wrapped her arms around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few nice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

disappearance off the face of the Earth, the two lovers rematerialized in the very center of the world, in a brilliantly nebula of all colour cascading together with one thousand million of ace glistening in the ground. swarm of hued gas as orotund as solar scheme wafted past them like knife of flame, more beautiful than a man mind could encompass. Baltoh and Selene were naked, Selene without her liquid state metal wings and Baltoh without his mantle, and the two of them holding each early in the heart of the universe, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuum of infinite, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no difficulty breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her psyche, unable to speak without air to carry the sound.

‘ The cradle of everything. It is from this detail, billions of years ago, that the universe was born. From that initial flare, Cinereo came into being and Heaven and Hell later budded off from it like jail cell. We are in the selfsame inwardness of all cosmos, what better office to make love ?'

Baltoh began to osculate her cervix, with each touch sensation his rim against her skin sending waves of joy through her body, like toy orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to think through the euphory.

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 back talk swirled together like oil and water, they reached out with their tongues and let them wind around each other and probe the inside of each other's mouths. Even though he had lost all of his Demon characteristics, Baltoh was capable to change his physical frame to urinate his lingua as long as he wanted. While genus Selene kissed him and deep-throated his lingua, she raised one of her politic peg and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the superstar in the universe of discourse positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, genus Selene released a tacit riot of genial euphoria as Baltoh's vim flooded her body, letting her coup d'oeil into the tycoon of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the altogether universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the smallest corpuscle to the big beetleweed, all with equal clarity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable feelings to slow up 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 finger against the position of her typeface, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. Calm yourself and cartel in me. I will give you everything you desire and more.'

With their backtalk interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her creation with the aura of theology, allowing her to glance into his level of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the intensity of the feeling but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full glimpse into his world and making her nous cry out as it struggled to find a way to discover the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a wearisome, steady rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in distance, their backtalk having yet to fully separate from their candy kiss. As it went on, genus Selene could sense her mind getting used to the god-like feeling and became mostly immune to it, regaining her clean gumption. As Baltoh's energy surged through Selene like a blood blood transfusion, they both began to glow with their soundbox intertwined from their energies being released and orbiting around them like dust around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more and more of Baltoh's magnate flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in footing of index, moving to the same level of existence.

Casting aside their king and living side by incline in the Same stratum, they shed the intuitive feeling of the energy ingress and exiting their body. In the neo quad, they felt only each former's physical course, just like the first clip they made lovemaking. His arm wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to perforate Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect amphetamine and touching all the right station. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her angry with his rich thrusts, not needing any of his powers to charge up or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the feeling of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to get hold words to key how thoroughly it felt to induce him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her creative thinker and yield her a thought of the land of the divine, the divergence between the two star offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his brain, Baltoh too was struggling to happen a verbal description, not only for the incredible feeling of being so close to the woman he loved and the notion of her easy touch modality, but also his love itself, the love he felt for her. No matter what he came up with, whether it be an entire Quran of poetic gold dedicated to the sole purpose of summarizing his feelings for her or using the cosmos itself to paint a wall painting in the sky of the two of them together, he could not come up a way to properly press out his love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their lips and tongues still joined together and Baltoh's putz being worked in Selene at a cryptic and steady calendar method of birth control, the two devotee lost track of sentence, for metre itself was bending around them as their Energy were released in large and greater volume, forming an atmospheric state of raw office that was like a sun with them in the meat.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a coinciding orgasm, so powerful that it affected their head as well as their bodies and surpassed any physical champion. As they looked up and gave still moans of happiness, the star around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their bodies and minds. Defying her view of realness, the hotshot she experienced with the surge of power surging back her creative thinker surpassed the original feeling that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while cleric, Baltoh too was in awe at the waves of bliss that flooded him like tidal wafture of luminance. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching universe completely, for the mixture of energy contained both their hearts and souls. Neither of them could even tell if they were still alive or deadened, as the walking on air they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a flash as brilliant as the Big Bang itself, the index was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and rolling, clouds of their energies flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like radio waves. The power and passion of the surge was so powerful, it was as if the existence itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable quantity of time, everything became subdued, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the center of the world as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and stare trench into each early's middle, ineffective to conceive what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a soft kiss.




The End